#mandatumexiile

[stiinglike]

@mandatumexiile 

Bumblebee takes slow, small steps backward. He’s pretty sure Decepticons can only see things that move. 

Wait...or was that was dinobots?

[cannons-and-swords]

Betrayed (for the prompt!)

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He couldn’t believe it. Megatron’s optics narrowed into thin slits as he looked out at the opposing Autobot force. His gaze was, however, not focused on the leader of the army, Ultra Magnus. His optics were narrowed in on a purple and yellow mech beside the tall Autobot leader. His platting bristled with anger at the sight of the mech, which he once considered to be his brother, who had been by his side at the beginning of the revolution but fled back to the Autobots as soon as there was any opposition. The warlord still had their last altercation fresh in his memory banks.

“This is wrong, Megatron,” Impactor told him. 

“Wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted first?” The warlord snapped, “The miners revolting! The lower class rising up!” He roared, bristling in anger

“I was only talking about fighting our superiors! Not declaring war on the council!” Impactor’s armor bristled too. “We aren’t going to win the war you want to start. You already got us freedom now. It’s time to stop while we are ahead!”

“If we stop now, the council will just take back what we gained! We have to press on!” Megatron slammed his fist into the wall beside him, a spider-web of cracks breaking around his fist. Impactor for the first time since Megatron had known him, recoiled. 

“You were the one who would tell me you wanted to fight the injustice with words instead of fists, and yet now you are talking about murdering the council!” The former miner protested.

“Yes! It’s time for a new age on Cybertron! It’s time for the council to fall so I can rule in their place!” The warlord replied, “I will lead Cyberton into a new golden age! I will make sure those who made us suffer will suffer a worse fate!”

“Megatron! Don’t you hear yourself? You’ve become mad with power. This isn’t what I want to be a part of” Impactor turned to walk away, Megatron felt his digits twitch. He almost drew his sword and cut down the former miner as he retreated, but he steadied his hand and watched the mech who had been his brother leave.

“Impactor!” The former miner stopped and glanced back, a slight gleam of hope in his yellow optics. “Leave, you are now a traitor to the Decepticon cause, and if I see you after today, I will treat you as one” The idea of killing Impactor haunted him. Still, it was an idea he knew he would have to come to terms with.