@ask-sprocket:
(Continued) Pathfinder felt the heat, his OS screaming at him about incoming plasma fire projectile. He moved quickly out of the way, Sprocket looked at the screens surrounding him in a panic trying to find whatever had attacked Pathfinder.
The black and gunmetal grey Mecha turned towards the area where the blast had came from, and unloaded a Sonic blast which turned the forest, wild life, and rocks into a fine powder. Leaving a clearing where Megatron could see the now definitely not Optimus Prime glare at him with its single exposed optic.
Before he could understand what was happening, Megatron felt himself forced back by what he thought was an explosion. His arms flew up to cover his faceplates, and his pedes dug into the dirt in an attempt to anchor him. It was a power that he had not seen in centuries—Thundercracker?
“You FOOL!”
As soon as the wave of energy had passed, he returned to a more combative stance and glared. Before him the landscape had changed, and the lush foliage that had encapsulated him mere seconds before had been flattened. He cycled his optics; even more startling than the change in venue was the figure before him. Neither the form of the Prime nor his former officer stood in the clearing, but a strange mechanical form, the likes of which he had never seen. A low growl rumbled in his throat. “What is the meaning of this? Who are you?”
