LOG-10
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Admiral Asmodeus's POV:
"Those disgusting Cybertronians think they can get away with this? NO! I refuse!" My words erupted, reverberating through the command center of the Helios Arc like a hammer striking an anvil. The metallic walls seemed to absorb the declaration, amplifying it as if the ship itself shared my fury.
I spun around, letting my gaze sweep across my crew. They stood frozen, the tension palpable. Their expressions—a mix of fear and unwavering resolve—reflected exactly what I needed. Good. Their fear would temper their loyalty, and their resolve would fuel our mission.
"Captain," I snapped, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade, "signal the fleet. We set course for Cybertron. We will burn their homeworld to ash."
My Captain saluted, his eyes gleaming with determination as he turned to relay my orders. Across the void, our fleet began to stir. Ships realigned, engines hummed to life, and weapons powered up. The final remnants of resistance in this sector would soon be nothing but smoldering wreckage.
But then, a tremor of hesitation broke the air.
"Sir," one of my crew members said, his voice shaking. He stood stiffly, his eyes darting to his comrades for support. "Shouldn't we first contact the Council and get permission? If we leave this sector undefended—"
The rest of his words were drowned by the silence that followed. An uncomfortable stillness settled over the room as I turned my full attention to him. I could feel the doubt spreading, infecting the crew like a sickness.
My scowl deepened, and I took a step forward. "You wish to let those vermin live another cycle?" My voice was a low growl, carrying the weight of my disdain. "They have already scorched countless worlds in their civil war. And you think we should waste precious time in bureaucratic dithering? You think the Council's approval will save you when the Cybertronians come for your families?"
I let the question hang, my eyes boring into his. Around me, the other crew members shifted uncomfortably, their earlier doubt dissolving under my glare. "Now," I continued, "I ask you this: will you follow my orders, or will you let cowardice rot our ranks?"
"YES, SIR!" The response came like thunder, a unified cry that swept away the last traces of hesitation. The crew returned to their stations with renewed focus, their resolve sharpened by my words.
With a grim satisfaction, I activated my neural implant, sending a direct message to the Galactic Security Bureau: Monitor the ranks. Dissent will not be tolerated. I would not allow the Council—or anyone else—to undermine this campaign.
As the Helios Arc surged into warp space, stars stretched into streaks of light outside the viewport. My heart burned with a familiar, insatiable hunger. This was no mere campaign; this was vengeance. My homeworld had suffered too long, and now, I would see Cybertron reduced to ashes.
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Galvatron's POV:
In the shadowed depths of my quarters aboard the Decimator, I sat hunched over the All-Spark. Its luminescent energy pulsed in rhythmic waves, casting faint shadows that danced across the room's metallic surfaces. This artifact, the lifeblood of Cybertron, was both a relic and a key—a gateway to untold power.
I reached out, letting my fingers hover just above its surface. Its energy seemed to resonate with my presence, as if recognizing the authority I held. To harness its potential fully, I would need time—and precision. With Shockwave's help, I could unlock its secrets, replicate its function, and breathe life into Cybertronians scattered across the stars.
A sharp knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. I activated the external feed, and my Captain's image appeared, standing stiffly outside. His metallic blue trim, a recent upgrade, glinted under the corridor lights.
"Enter," I said, my voice calm yet commanding.
The door hissed open, and the Captain stepped inside, kneeling immediately. His posture reflected respect, though his hesitation betrayed unease.
"My lord," he began, his optics darting briefly to the All-Spark before returning to me. "I wish to voice a concern."
I raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly. "Speak."
He hesitated, clearly weighing his words. "With the All-Spark secured and our defenses strong, is it wise to provoke the Galactic Council? War could spread us thin."
A faint smile touched my lips—a mixture of amusement and disdain. "You question me, Captain?" I rose to my full height, towering over him.
His optics flickered nervously, but he didn't falter. "Only out of loyalty, my lord. I mean no disrespect."
"Very well," I said, my tone softening slightly. "But understand this: war is the crucible in which we are tested. If the Council seeks to challenge us, we will not falter. Cybertron's future will be forged in the fires of conflict, not coddled by me I can not always be here ."
To emphasize my point, I allowed a tendril of Dark Energon to seep into the room, its faint glow casting an eerie light. The Captain shuddered, his resolve wavering under its influence.
"Your concerns are noted," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And appreciated. But remember, Captain: doubt is a luxury we cannot afford."
He bowed low. "Understood, my lord. Forgive my hesitation."
As he left, I returned to the All-Spark, my thoughts turning inward. The Dark Energon pulsing through me was unlike anything I had ever wielded it was new not off Primus or Unicron but born from them. It was raw, unyielding, and wholly mine. Soon, I would master it completely.
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Location: Cybertron—Admiral Asmodeus's POV
Cybertron loomed ahead, a vast metallic sphere scarred by centuries of war. From the bridge of the Helios Arc, I stared at the planet, my hatred simmering beneath the surface. "Cybertron," I muttered, my voice low and venomous. "A monument to their arrogance. Today, it falls."
"Sir," my Captain reported, his voice tight with anticipation. "All ships are in position."
"Then let us begin." My command was calm, deliberate, and absolute. "Signal the fleet: full assault. Not one Cybertronian survives this day."
The void erupted into chaos as the fleet surged forward. Missiles streaked across the blackness, colliding with the faint shimmer of Cybertron's defensive grid. Energy beams cut through space, illuminating the battlefield in flashes of fire and light.
"Destroy their space station," I ordered, my voice steady amidst the chaos. "Tear down their defenses. Break their pride."
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Location: Cybertron—Decepticon Station Drachen's POV:
"Raise the shields! All weapons, open fire!" My voice thundered across the station's command deck, echoing with authority. The Galactic Council's fleet bore down on us, their relentless assault battering our defenses. But we would not yield.
"We cannot allow them to breach Cybertron," I growled, turning to my crew. "Our world's survival depends on this station!"
Around me, my subordinates moved with precision, their movements a reflection of the discipline instilled by Lord Galvatron. The station's massive plasma cannons roared to life, beams of crimson energy tearing into the Council's ships. Explosions lit the void as their vanguard disintegrated under our counterattack.
"FOR LORD GALVATRON!" The cry rose across the deck, filling me with renewed determination.
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Location: Cybertron—Admiral Asmodeus's POV
"Damn them!" I hissed, watching as the initial wave of our assault failed to break through the Decepticon station's defenses. The holographic display before me showed our fleet faltering, their formation splintering under the enemy's fire.
"Increase firepower!" I barked, slamming my fist against the console. "Focus everything on their shields. We must break through!"
The realization hit me like a cold blade: a direct assault wouldn't be enough. The Decepticons were too entrenched, their defenses too well-coordinated. I needed a new strategy.
"Prepare a pincer maneuver," I commanded. "Divide the fleet. We'll strike from both flanks simultaneously. Give them no time to regroup!"
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Location: Cybertron—Drachen's POV
"They're splitting their forces," I muttered, my optics narrowing as the enemy's new strategy unfolded on the tactical display. A low growl rumbled deep within my chassis. "Clever. But not clever enough."
"Reinforcements to the flanks!" I barked, turning to my communications officer. "And alert Onslaught. We need the Combaticons in position now!"
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Ground Assault on Cybertron—Admiral Asmodeus's POV:
"Now, push to the surface!" I commanded, my voice carrying the weight of inevitability. "We will finish them on their wretched homeworld. Prepare for ground assault!"
The first wave of our forces descended, their drop pods slamming into Cybertron's scarred surface with thunderous impacts. The landscape was a grim testament to millennia of war—jagged spires of metal rose from the ground like skeletal remains, and craters littered the terrain.
"Advance!" I ordered, leading my elite squad forward. The sound of combat surrounded us—gunfire, explosions, and the screech of metal against metal as we engaged the enemy.
But the Decepticons were ready.
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Ground Assault on Cybertron—Decepticon Counterattack (Bruticus's POV)
"Combaticons, merge!" Onslaught's command was a roar that carried across the battlefield. In an instant, my components fused together, their individual consciousnesses becoming one. I was Bruticus, the embodiment of Decepticon might.
"Decepticons, rally to me!" My voice boomed as I charged into the fray, my massive fists slamming into the enemy's tanks, crushing them like insects. Energy blasts ricocheted off my armor, barely leaving a scratch.
The Galactic Council's forces swarmed like ants, but their numbers meant nothing. I was an unstoppable force, and they would break against me.
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Location - Command Center Kaon Shockwave Pov:
The battle raged on, the tide shifting as Shockwave activated Cybertron's ancient defenses. Hidden turrets emerged from the ground, firing beams of energy that tore through the enemy's ranks. Mines buried deep within the metallic terrain detonated, creating seismic shockwaves that sent their forces reeling.
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Admiral Asmodeus's POV:
"Sir!" my communications officer cried out, her voice trembling. "Sensors are picking up… something massive!"
"What do you mean massive?" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.
The officer's face was pale as she replied. "It's… it's a ship, sir. Unlike anything we've encountered."
Before I could respond, the viewport darkened, a colossal shadow blotting out the stars.
The Decimator had arrived.
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The Decimator's POV (Galvatron's Arrival)
"Now," I said, my voice calm yet resonating with power, "witness your doom."
The Decimator's supercapital weapon fired, a beam of violet energy that tore through the Galactic Council's fleet. Ships disintegrated in its wake, their debris scattering like ash on the wind.
I opened a channel to all frequencies. "You dared challenge the might of Cybertron. Now, you will learn the price of your arrogance."
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Location - Decepticon Command Station Drachen Pov:
Standing firmly at the command center of the Decepticon station, Drachen felt the shift in the atmosphere. Asmodeus's flagship had thundered into action with the ferocity of a storm, but even with the tides turning against us, Drachen knew the creator's s arrival would reshape the entire confrontation.
"Creator, with the Decimator, we will ensure total victory," he addressed the comms with certainty, voice a mix of fatigue and newfound energy. "We're pushing the Galactic Council fleet back, but with you, we will claim our triumph."
"I am prepared to see this through, Drachen," I replied, my voice solid and unwavering. "Prepare for our final push. We will annihilate the remnants of their forces. Leave no survivors."
Drachen's optics ignited with resolve as he acknowledged my command. "Understood, my lord. The fleet stands ready for your orders."
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The battle was over. The Galactic Council's forces lay in ruins, their fleet shattered, and their survivors scattered. From the bridge of the Decimator, I gazed down at Cybertron, a faint smile touching my lips.
"Fellow Decepticons," I said, my voice echoing across every comm channel. "We have been unjustly attacked by the Galactic Council, but we have endured! We have stood strong! Each and every one of you has made me proud! Cybertron stands unwavering—look at how they flee! Will we remain idle while they regroup? NO! We will annihilate them! We shall make them pay for their trespasses! LET THE GALAXY BURN FOR THE DECEPTICONS AND FOR CYBERTRON!"
The cheers of my warriors filled the comms, a symphony of defiance and triumph.