💤 Peek into my Character's Dreams 💤
📿 - A dream your character believes is prophetic
She was as if the pits opened and something that shouldn't exist crawled out of their depths. Beautiful, terrifying, a fell warning on the galaxy that even if Megatron died, his mark would never leave.
To see her on the battlefield was as if you were seeing a walking nightmare. Ripping mechs and femmes alike to shreds, drenched in energon, optics burning with an icy detachment as she wielded any weapon she could get her servos on like an extension of her body. Energon spilt from the piling corpses was soaking the ground, and still, she persisted, unwilling to stop, not until she was done, and then--
She spun around, and suddenly Mutiny was her, and the vibrosword in his hand was shoved through Megatron's chassis, impaling his spark at the root. His father stared down at him, and he stared back, and for, just a moment, his father's red optics flickered purple.
"So, this is your gratitude," Megatron said, and Mutiny woke with a start.
The ship was humming faintly, in orbit over the planet, and he blinked up at the ceiling.
... There was no sense in believing in prophecies. Prophecies were just what someone else told you to do with your life, told you you didn't have a choice. If he was going to let someone else make choices for him, he wouldn't be here now.
Time to head down planet side and get to work.