#chapter 2.2

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The Trial of Megatron Part One: The End? Chapter 2.2

Chapter 2.2

It wasn’t uncommon for death-row prisoners in Kaon to request final visits from old friends, but even the expressionless minicons seemed shocked today to see Optimus Prime’s name under Megatron’s on the visitor’s list.

     Wardens chattered in the halls as Optimus passed through cellblock after cellblock before entering a stiffly guarded containment cubicle designed for only the most highly dangerous of criminals. Kaon didn’t house many prisoners. Most Autobots were reliable enough as citizens, although some legislative changes had landed a number of black market dealers and vandals behind laser bars in the past couple hundred thousand stellar cycles. Naturally, it had been a long time since the last Autobot prisoner was sent to Trypticon on charges of treason. Instead, they were normally detained in the Elite Guard stockades. The Decepticon prisoners here were few, each of them bound to spend a lifetime within Trypticon’s thick plated walls. Optimus looked only forward as he – led by a minicon guide – passed Lugnut, Blitzwing and Shockwave going down a lonely corridor. Megatron was at the end. Four Elite Guard sentries guarded each threateningly powerful Decepticon officer. Optimus’s escort nodded his approval at the guards by Megatron’s cell who stepped aside to let the two of them pass through the first of three transparent laser gates that contained the inmate.

     Megatron sat in stasis cuffs behind the third gate. He looked tired, as if he had gotten no sleep since their last encounter, but anger flickered in his optics as his looked, almost eye to eye in his seated position, at Optimus Prime. 

     “You have ten cycles,” The minicon stepped back and the laser walls were replaced. No one could hear their conversation now. There was a tense moment when nobot said anything, and then Megatron sighed.

     “Optimus Prime,” His words came painfully slow. “I am delighted that you accepted my invitation.” His face said otherwise.

     The pistons under Optimus’s chest plate quickened their rotations, but he stood erect, servos clasped behind him “What is it, Megatron?” he spat.

     His nemesis was unhurried, though, and his words came gradually. “I have something to tell you, something that concerns you. Surely it comes as no surprise to you that I do not plan to let the weak will of mere Autobots dictate my fate, and because you have developed a seemingly inexorable interest in my plans for the Decepticons, I want you to remain informed.”

     Optimus squinted, “Informed of what?”

     Megaton glanced around his cell, “Omega Supreme… your pitiful crew… this place… it is all fleeting. In the wake of my empire, it shall all crumble.”

     Optimus rolled his optics. “Give it up Megatron. Your vision of a destroyed Cybertron and an enslaved generation of Autobots will never come to pass. You’re to be executed.” He looked inwardly for a moment before continuing, “But if it were up to me, you’d stay here forever.”

     “Ah, yes. How poetic it would be for a ‘narcissistic tyrant’ such as myself to slowly rot in prison, out of the public eye, while you – a worthless Autobot annoyance – to be worshiped as a hero by the fickle, uneducated masses.” Megatron chuckled at the thought. “I understand the average citizen. They are sure to forget about you just as soon as a fitting replacement comes along.”

     At this, their tense silence resumed, and the guards motioned to Optimus that only one cycle remained.

     As he nodded affirmatively in the guards’ direction, Optimus slowly internalized Megatron’s assessment of himself, not knowing how best to reply. The warlord, however, was at no loss for words and nodded as he provided closing remarks. “You tried so hard to make something of yourself, didn’t you? I’ve learned all about your life during my time here – everyone on Cybertron has.” Megatron cracked a cruel smile, “How you were disgraced by your own: left to rust on space bridge commission. How embarrassing. Needless to say, it was a short and rather uninteresting story.” 

     That’s it. Optimus turned aside and considered leaving prematurely. I don’t have to put up with this, he thought.

     Megatron’s voice rose in an attempt to recapture his attention, “You know, I’ve decided that I will remember your name... yes.” Megatron stretched the syllable, “History would want me to remember it – remember you: the ‘bot who stood in the way of the great Megatron, and who even now, after his pretend heroics, is without recognition and without a future.”

     “Time!” someone behind Optimus shouted. Optimus barely heard the laser gates reopen and his mind whirred as he was escorted hurriedly outside of Trypticon, outside Kaon. Standing just beyond the fortified border of Kaon, he wondered, What was that all about? There’s no hope for Megatron now. His officers incarcerated, his forces scattered and disillusioned… he’s going to be executed in nine solar cycles, for Spark’s sake!

     The contemptuous words, ‘without a future.’ repeated themselves inside Optimus’s mind as he lingered ‘how embarrassing.’ Then, realization suddenly spread over his face. He quickly transformed and drove off in the direction of Iacon with hopes of gaining an audience with Cybertron’s acting Magnus. 

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Are the Mozart Gang We'll always wreck your day And if you think we can't We've got hellbeasts, okay? That's why the people of this world Live in fear of Hellhound, Tattletale and Gruuue And Rieiageeount!

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Chapter 2.2~

So I worried like crazy for nothin’, because his ass was dressed chill as fuck too, which relieved me like nothing else. “You ready to go ma?” He asked, biting his lip and causing me to shiver. I smirked, deciding to tease him, “Yeah, you know I’m ready for...anything.” I purred the last part, trailing my fingers across his chest as I walked past. He practically ripped my clothes off with his eyes right there! We eventually got to the uber and got in. “Okay, so why are we in this uber and not one of your fine ass cars?” I lifted my brow, waiting for his answer with attitude. He looked at me with a dead face. “Don’t want to be noticed on the streets, Deb has eyes everywhere and I need her for a few more months.” Well damn. I was about to respond but he put a blindfold over my eyes. “This kinky as fuck Daddy, we gettin’ it in in this uber?” I wasn’t too much for exhibitionism, but this man made me wanna do it all. “No,” he laughed, “It’s just a surprise.” So my baby ass pouted the whole way there, up the stairs, and up the elevator to God knows where, when he guided me over to a chair and sat me down. “Where are we? I wanna know!” I whined, knowing it would get me my way. Reuben sighed and pulled the silk cloth off my eyes, causing me to gasp. “Nowhere special, I just.. missed you.”

“Ohmydamn! Bae this place looks posh as fuck! And... why are we the only ones here?” I didn’t know why we were alone, but I had a clue and beat him to it before he could get the first word out. “Holy shit you rented this place out for us?!” He chuckled and nodded, picking up one of the two hookah pipes attached to the bar. “Yours is strawberry, your favorite. Mine is mint. Enjoy.” I sucked my teeth at him and rolled my eyes but grabbed my own pipe. I knew my attitude would get me fucked hard later tonight and I was milking that shit. We puffed and joked for the better half of an hour, and I finally lowered my tube to eat when the waiter- What the hell?- served us food, and again when we were done. “So. All this because you really just missed me?” I looked over to him quizzically. While I was in school we only went out a few times, so if this was how it would be now I had to step my look up. “Yeah, and I can take you out when I want to.” Fuck I love when he’s like that, all firm and shit. He looked at his phone and texted a few people before looking up at me and standing, holding his hand out. “Come with me, I wanna show you something.” I grabbed his hand and followed him out a back door, looking around in wonder at the sight of the city.

We stood at the concrete barrier at the edge of the roof, taking in the view. He held me from behind and rocked me slowly. “I didn’t expect such a lovely girl to become an even better woman,” He breathed, turning me around. “And I didn’t expect such a horny man to become an even hornier man.” I joked, laughing. He pulled me into his arms, his hands running up and down my hips. “You don’t know what you do to me.” He grumbled, dipping down. “But I’ll show you when we get back.” I giggled and sighed as his lips made contact with my shoulder, then my neck, and moving higher with each kiss. “I have an idea..” I purred, moaning when his hands gripped my waist. Getting up on my tiptoes, I met the kiss halfway, giving it my all. This shit is so romantic, I’m so fucking lucky to have this. When we came up for air, I tugged at his shirt. “Despite how much fun I had tonight, I wanna go home.” I batted my lashes, lightly running my fingertips up his stomach under his shirt. His smirk told me all I needed to know.

We were damn near naked by the time we actually made it to my apartment. As soon as we entered the door, Reuben ripped off the rest of my clothes and kissed me roughly on the wall, making me grind against him in need. “Oh please, yes!” My moan became a whimper when he picked me up and thrust into me in one motion. I could barely get in enough air to make noise as he kept up a hard stroke and pounded me into the wall. He had me holding on for dear life like I was at the edge of reality and he was the only thing keeping me sane. Apparently somewhere along the way I rediscovered the ability to breathe if my screams were anything to go by.

It felt like a good hour or two before we were both tired enough to move to the bed, where we had another, more exhausted, round of rough fucking. This man knew how to get me where I was going, he was the only man I’d ever been with who could make me cum with nothin’ but his stroke, and who lasted longer that I did most times. I cried out his name one last time before we cuddled and fell asleep on top of my bed, finishing off the romantic night on a good note.

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The last member of the group was Regent. Given what Armsmaster had said about the guy being low profile, I didn’t expect to find much. I was surprised to find less than that. Nothing.

...Apparently not. I guess he's going to remain a mystery for now.

My search on the wiki turned up only a default response, “There are no results matching this query. 32 unique IP addresses have searched the Parahumans.net Wiki for ‘Regent’ in 2011. Would you like to create the page?”

Well, at least it confirms that the year is 2011.

I wonder if Wildbow nabbed that URL. I'm not going to check, though, in case the front page contains spoilers.

Also, I'm guessing at least a few of those IP addresses are from the Protectorate.

The message board didn’t turn up anything else. I even did a search for alternate spellings of his name, such as Regence and Recant, in case I had heard it wrong. Nothing turned up.

"...and that's Rieiageeount."

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Yeah, that bit... kind of caught me off guard. Good to know that it's not Wildbow's own views.

Suffice to say I would've much preferred her looking like Minerva McGonagall.

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The next thing that caught my eye was the section heading titled ‘Defeats and Captures’. I scrolled down to read it. According to the wiki, Lung had apparently suffered a number of minor defeats at the hands of various teams, ranging from the Guild to the local teams of New Wave, the Wards and the Protectorate, but consistently managed to evade capture until last night

The Guild and New Wave are new names... It sounds like the Guild doesn't have a "local team" in the same way as New Wave, the Wards and the Protectorate, which suggests to me that the Guild is exclusively local, while New Wave, like the Protectorate and the Wards, has other teams outside Brockton Bay.

Judging by the name, I'm guessing New Wave might be a group that has broken off from another (the Protectorate?) on account of less traditional views.

But despite these defeats, Taylor and Bitch are apparently the first ones to put Lung so out of commission that he could be caught. That's quite a debut for Taylor!

A blurb read, ‘Armsmaster successfully ambushed and defeated the leader of the ABB, who was weakened from a recent encounter with a rival gang.

Seems Nathan Fillion I mean Armsmaster did indeed take credit for the defeat, but at least he didn't claim to have done it all on his own.

Though I'm not sure if Taylor is going to be particularly happy with the way it's implying that he was weakened by villains. She has been mistaken for a villain twice already, which is twice too often for her liking.

Lung was taken to the PHQ for holding until the villain’s trial by teleconference.

That's a smart approach. Wouldn't want him to vaporize the judge.

Given Lung’s extensive and well documented criminal history, it is expected he will face imprisonment in the Birdcage should he be found guilty at trial.’

The Birdcage? That is the best name for a high-security prison!