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Vos had imagined many horrible situations he might face in his role as a double agent. He’d tried to prepare himself for what he would do if someone from his old life as Dominus Ambus appeared in his line of fire. He’d played every scenario with every variable he could think of. He’d never found any satisfying solutions, but he thought he was prepared as one could be.
He’d always imagined the fear on his loved ones’ faces. Terror so thick he thought he would drown in it. He’d never considered their hate.
And Ultra Magnus hated him.
It twisted Ultra’s features into something ugly and rabid. His optics glowed with a fierceness Vos had never seen on his brother before. His brother hated him. Ultra Magnus snarled as he lifted his Magnus Hammer, engine growling as he let it loose.
Vos stood frozen, shocked. Nothing had prepared him for his little brother’s hate. That hate pierced Vos to the spark and it was devastating.
The Magnus Hammer hit Vos in the face, and the world went dark.
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Tarn looked around. He was just in time to see their Lord and Savior standing atop the corpse of Gamma Supreme. A cheer went up as Megatron gutted Longrack Major. Megatron smiled benevolently at his troops. Tarn rushed to fight at his Master’s side.
They stood back to back atop their fallen foe and slew countless Autobots. Never before had Tarn’s spark known such joy and pride. Surely, victory was at hand.
His Lord drifted a short distance away to better face foes worthy of him. Tarn continued to dispatch justice. He caught glimpses of Megatron locked in combat with Ultra Magnus. Yes, the end of the war was near. He could feel it.
A cry of horror went up. Tarn turned with glee, prepared to see the graying frame of Ultra Magnus. But it was not so.
Ultra Magnus was atop Megatron, straddling his chest, one hand wrapped around Megatron’s spark chamber. With a single clenched fist, Megatron would be dead.
“Call them off,” Ultra Magnus said. “The war is over.”
“Stand down,” Megatron said, his voice echoing over every Decepticon channel.
All of Iacon fell silent.
“This is what is going to happen,” Ultra Magnus said. “All Decepticons are exiled from Cybertron and her territories effective immediately.”
“And where will we go?” Megatron spat.
“Far away,” Ultra Magnus replied with equal venom. “I don’t care where, but far enough that there will be several planets between our borders and yours. Until every last Decepticon is out of Autobot territory, you and I are going to stay like this.”
“You are being ridiculous-” Megatron began.
“Or I can kill you now,” Ultra Magnus said.
“No!” Tarn shouted, raising his cannon.
Kaon grabbed at it. “Stop!” he hissed.
Ultra Magnus’ gaze flicked to Tarn. “Go ahead, take your shot.” He raised his voice. “Shoot me if you dare! But one way or another, it will be the death of your leader.”
It was true. If Ultra Magnus fell, Megatron’s spark would be crushed. Without their Lord, there was no point to any of this. Tarn lowered his cannon.
“I suggest you start fleeing,” Ultra Magnus said.
Megatron is dead. That’s not a reality the DJD ever expected to face. Certainly not with the Decepticons in exile and so far from realizing Megatron’s dream of peace through tyranny. Betrayed by their fellow Decepticons, the DJD wander space pursuing their final mission: avenge Megatron and kill Optimus Prime. One problem: no bot seems to know where Optimus Prime is.
While the rest of the DJD are struggling to hold onto their will to live, double agent Vos finally feels like his work has meaning again. He’s the only Autobot that knows Longarm Prime is an enemy spy. But after so long without intel to share, he’s having a hard time keeping his priorities straight.
Now that Megatron has fallen, who and what will the DJD become?
End preview! This is a snippet from "Megatron Has Fallen" a TFA fic with IDW elements, and I've been working on it as part of the @tf-bigbang this year. Posting has started.
@misplacedcolor has created some super dope art to go with this.
