Lord Megatron
Dec 9, 2019 18:02:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2019 18:02:21 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO
Name/Alias: Kov
IM/Email: Wessnar@gmail.com
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Megatron
Age: Late 40’s early 50’s
Gender: Mech/Male
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Decepticons
Original Occupation: Miner (Pit Fighter)
Occupation/Specialization: Leader of the Decepticons
Appearance: Megatron is a huge, heavy mech. It’s no surprise he was once a miner, having both the size and weight needed to heft heavy objects and take the rigors of such a physically demanding occupation. Dark silver in color, Megatron exudes an aura of power.
Megatron’s facial place is as dark as the rest of him, streaked with darker lines that run from the inner corners of his optics down to his mouth. They resemble burns or old injuries that have never been repaired properly. Eyes a brilliant red, they can take on the color of Dark Energon if he begins channelling that power source. The plating on his head wraps around like a helmet, closing in with cheek protecting plates that point downwards towards the chest. Megatron has two moveable metal pieces that act as eyebrows, giving his face expression. His teeth are sharp, and pointed like a shark’s. Two slots in the helm above his face start above the inner corners of his optics and run up and bask around the side of his helm.
His broad shoulders are covered by massive guards. An inner plate covers the shoulder itself and curls up and inwards towards the head, an outer layer runs in the opposite direction. His large upper arms consist of the same light silver metal. Lower arms are as large as his upper, a darker silver, covered in more armor. Here, too, are curved panels of armor, aiming back towards the elbows, ending in points, perfect for striking and piercing.
The thick panels on his lower arms extends down to cover the backs of his wrists and upper portion of his servos, giving protection to his hands, and making them stronger. His servos are broad, with fingers and thumb extending into claw-like tips.
On his right arm sits his primary weapon, his Fusion Cannon. (See Weapons). The Fusion Cannon is longer than his lower arm and extends past his servo.
Megatron’s chest is thickly armoured and broad, with extra plating here as well. The plating curls both up over the shoulders, and down to the sides, under the arms. The armor is a slightly lighter color of silver. In the center of his chest is a dark purple Decepticon badge, embedded in a circular gap in his armor. His chest narrows down as his frame extends down to the hips, lower frame revealing dark purple workings and a strip of armor.
Upper thighs are the same darker silver as his lower arms, again, covered with heavy plating. His knees are protected in the front with pointed armor, angling upwards. His lower legs flare out, thick and broad, a lighter smooth silver, with heavy paneling that sweeps backwards into points just above his peds. The peds themselves are large and heavy, consisting of two wide braces of metal, with dark purple metal as the joining section.
Megatron’s secondary color is a dark purple, seen on the Decepticon symbol in his chest, and at the joints such as elbows, knees, and peds.
Altmode: Megatron retained his original Cybertronian alt mode of a flying vehicle. The vehicle is unique in shape. The nose of the vehicle consists of an almost disk-shaped section protruding from the front of the main body. Where it joins to the main body of the vehicle, it narrows, before flowing back out again. While in alt mode, Megatron’s peds are tucked up within the body of the vehicle, head half suck down into the body. His arms and legs make up the remainder of the body, with his cannon perched atop the vehicle. Shortened wings enable Megatron a high rate of speed, and surprising manouverability for his size.
History: Megatron began existence during the Age of Wrath - when the Quintessons had conquered and enslaved the Cybertronian race - as D-16. Sparked without a true name or personality, D-16 had a brief moment of seeing life on Cybertron before being sent underground as a miner. He took his name from the area he mined, and befriended some of the other miners he shared his life with. One nameless Cybertronian became his closest friend and advisor, and from this individual, D-16 learned the value of a name. By the time the Quintessons had been overcome, he was starting to crave more out of life.
Seeing some of the violent battles between the miners underground, D-16 began to enjoy the violence of such fights, and saw what being dominant could offer. He began to join gladiator matches underground, and drawing on the stories of the original 13 Primes, took a new name. He called himself Megatronus. It was at this point he began to believe that the caste system could be overcome and defeated. Viewing how the other classes lived, witnessing those of the upper classes who came to watch and gamble on the pit fighting, Megatronus realized that Cybertronians were not all equal, and even though the lower caste risked their lives every day, the upper classes received all the frills and benefits. A seed of anger was born, and began to grow. Megatronus quickly grew in rank, and became a crowd favourite.
Eventually, word of the Pit Fighter grew, and the battles moved from the underground into the light. Many upper caste Cybertronians enjoyed slumming to see the fights, even waging money on the battles. Although they were brutal, some of the upper caste went to watch the fights. It was not the first time high society would spend money to watch those lower than them brawl to the death, nor would it be the last. As the fights grew in popularity, even outside the low class areas, money began to flow in, as those who came to see the fights purchased items at the nearby stores. Because of the unexpected income flow, the Council were willing to turn a blind eye to the events, as long as they were openly talked about. They were Cybertron’s worst kept secret.
Not all of the upper class sponsored or visited the fights, of course, but the arenas were most often filled to capacity than not. Shortening his name to “Megatron”, the miner started using his newfound fame as a podium for his speeches about the Caste system. His popularity enabled those in higher ranks to hear his words. Some agreed, others did not. He quickly gained followers, but also began to gain the attention of the Council.
Still using his newfound, though infamous, fame, Megatron found an unlikely ally in the form of a young records clerk named Orion Pax. Orion Pax heard some of Megatron’s speeches and the things he spoke of. This fit into his own desire to change the system of Cybertron. Inspired to help Megatron change the corrupt system, Orion Pax joined with the miner, and the two began a close friendship that soon bordered on brotherhood. In Megatron, Orion found a strong speaker for justice, and in Orion Pax, Megatron found an ally who supported him and shared ideas.
The day came when the Council finally granted Megatron’s request for an audience. With Orion by his side, Megatron stood before the Council, and denounced their corrupt ways, calling for a fairer, just, Cybertron. However, his arrogance grew as he spoke, and not just content to see a change, Megatron demanded to become the next Prime, wresting control away from Council and becoming ruler of Cybertron.
Orion, shocked by Megatron’s sudden change, spoke of a change towards autonomy, and in failing to blindly support Megatron, gained his suspicion and anger. Leaving Orion behind, Megatron gathered his “true” followers, and began to search for the Matrix of Leadership he believed the Council was hiding from him. He declared War on Cybertron, and so gave rise to the Decepticons. Megatron took the city of Kaon, and declared it the Decepticon capital city.
In his attempts to conquer Cybertron, Megatron infected the core of Cybertron with a toxin. But by clearing it, Orion Pax gained the Matrix of Leadership Megatron coveted, and became the new Prime.
Megatron was enraged. Not only had his friend, his brother, betrayed him when he spoke to the Council, but now he had taken the Matrix that was rightfully Megatron’s. Orion had taken Megatron’s legacy. Megatron has declared Orion Pax, now Optimus Prime, as his enemy, and will do anything to destroy him and regain the Matrix of Leadership. He swears he will see the destruction of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, and anyone else who stands in his way of total domination.
Now, with Cybertron a dead husk, and Energon in high demand, both Megatron’s Decepticons, and Optimus Prime’s Autobots, have arrived on Earth, and continue their battle there.
Recent History: After landing on Earth, Megatron, seeking new power, decided to employ a new power source: Dark Energon. Believed to be the life blood of Primus, and by extension, corrupted by Unicron, Megatron took a shard, and fused it with his own spark. Uncontrollable power flooded through Megatron, but his willpower and strength enabled him to overcome, and accept the new source of power. Claiming he was stronger, more powerful, and could almost hear Unicron’s own thoughts, Megatron is now corrupted by Dark Energon...but how much?
Personality: Megatron is a study in rage and aggression, yet he is no mere brute. Although he has great strength, and spent many years as a brawler, the leader of the Decepticons is intelligent and crafty. He plays the long games, setting things in motion that may not play out until a great deal of time has passed. He has an odd sense of honour – if he gives you his word he will stick to it - but it’s mixed with a great and powerful ego. Megatron is as likely to debate you on treaties, or destroy you with his Fusion Cannon. He demands great loyalty, and rewards well those who freely offer it. Disobey or disappoint him, however, and you will quickly discover you are expendable.
Megatron views nearly everything through its ability to aid or hinder his goals. Though he was always calculating, measuring and thinking, Megatron is not sly, and does not approve of treachery.
Add to this the fact that Megatron has become corrupted with Dark Energon, and now there is a new facet of the Warlord. His aggression has become more pronounced, and mentally, he is more unstable...or is he? Does the Dark Energon control Megatron, or does Megatron control the Dark Energon?
Likes: Power, strength, loyalty, overcoming great odds, victory, especially over severe odds. Freely given loyalty.
Dislikes: Sly individuals, disloyalty, dishonesty, weakness, cowardice, ineptitude.
Strengths/Weapons: Megatron is a weapon in and of himself. A large, powerful miner by design, Megatron has the strength and skill to back up his boasts. No lightweight, he is obviously powerful.
STRENGTHS:
Brute Strength: Megatron was created a miner, and excelled as a pit fighter. He was literally built for strength and power, and it’s apparent. His entire frame is large and heavy, though he’s not overly slow. Anyone facing Megatron in a physical fight is in for a rough time, and had best be prepared for pain. Megatron is a wall, not easily moved by force. His weight and size, in addition to his broad peds, give Megatron an ability to nearly be unmovable if he wills it, unless facing someone of equal size and strength. Big and heavy, Megatron can easily hold someone down against their will if they are unarmed. Smaller mecha can be held in place with a single ped. You don’t want him to fall on you.
A True Leader: It takes something special to be able to keep a large group of power-hungry, violent, and somewhat unstable individuals in control and focused on a singular goal, but Megatron does it, and does it well. Gathering together those who felt disillusioned with Cybertron’s class system, Megatron used his personality and charisma to build a massive, powerful army. Whether it’s by fear, inspiration, or just straight up hero- worship, Megatron leads the Decepticons.
Mind like a Steel Trap: While it’s common to assume large, powerful mecha are lacking in the helm department, Megatron is different. Not a scientist or inventor, Megatron’s intelligence is based entirely on conquest, both physical and mental. When sparked, Megatron was blessed, or cursed, with a sharp mind, quick to make connections and see ways to turn things to his advantage, as well as a highly introspective outlook on the condition of his fellow Cybertronians. “Why am I here?” in the existential sense is not something a miner commonly thinks of in his day to day life. And yet Megatron found himself thinking such thoughts while hacking out energon for others to consume. His days as a pit fighter, and his growing fame was used to gain access to certain ears. Megatron learned battle tactics, both in and out of the ring.
Add to that his mind, quick to grasp any situation in a chance to gain the upper hand, having a powerful grasp of battle tactics or techniques, and Megatron is not someone to take lightly.
Armored to the Core: Megatron’s not just heavy, he’s heavily armoured. Basic blasters or blades won’t do much to him, except annoy him, or knock him back on his feet. He can shrug off most hits that would disable another Cybertronian, and outright kill the smaller ones. Only the largest, most powerful weapons could break through. An opponent would have to have great strength in order to drive a weapon home, or be specially engineered in order to pierce his plating.
Soldier of all Trades: Megatron spent many years as a pit fighter, and they were not wasted. He eagerly trained with many different weapon types, and gained many skills. In one fight, Megatron can change his fighting style as needed, moving from fists to sword to blunt weapon as needed. Megatron could literally pick up a chair and use it to beat an opponent to death. He has no trouble physically creating melee weapons as needed either, tearing a pipe off a wall, flattening one end with a ped, and using a makeshift spear.
WEAPONS:
Fury and Thunder: Megatron’s primary weapon in ranged battle, his Fusion Canon, is a sight to behold; a massive cannon, attached to his right arm. The Fusion Cannon spits out a stream of high energy, capable of blasting large holes in just about anything it manages to strike. No one knows exactly how it works. Rumor exists that upon its creation, Megatron murdered its creator, so that only one would ever understand how it works. The Fusion Cannon is powerful, but it takes a few minutes to fully recharge. As a result, Megatron tends to only use it as truly needed, much preferring to use other weapons, preferably melee.
Edge of a Blade: Megatron’s secondary weapon is a long sword that extends from the underside of the Fusion Cannon. Long, sharp, and the same dark silver as his own frame, Megatron wields the sword with deadly accuracy. It can slice through the strongest armor, cleaving deep.
Fisticuffs: Megatron’s third weapon are his own fists. A brawler from the start, Megatron is not averse to simply throwing down and going one on one with bare knuckles. His punches are devastating, and he’s willing to use the tips of his digits as claws, gouging at the optics of his enemies.
Weaknesses: Megatron has few, but they are large.
Mental Weaknesses:
His ego is his biggest. He firmly believes that he is destined to be a Prime, and felt that that honour was stolen from him by an ex-friend. Megatron cannot foresee any situation that he cannot overcome by strength if necessary, and does not take failure, even in himself, well. His desire to destroy Optimus also works on his mind, to the point that Megatron, and ONLY Megatron, can destroy Optimus. Any attempt by any other Decepticon will not be tolerated. It is his fate. Unfortunately, this sometimes causes Megatron to make mistakes, or allow his enemies chances he would not normally allow. When it comes to Optimus, Megatron does not always think clearly.
While Megatron understands that physical strength isn’t the greatest attribute to have, that intelligence is also important, he still seems to place slightly more emphasis on physical strength. Smart enough to know intelligence can be a threat, Megatron still tends to overlook or underestimate potential enemies based on physical strength.
Megatron’s anger is also a great weakness. Though he’s not easily enraged, only a few seem to have that ability, when he does become furious, he doesn’t always think clearly. Focusing too much on an enemy, he can be completely oblivious to something going on nearby. When lost in this battle lust, Megatron can be quite blind.
Megatron doesn’t suffer fools easily. Those who should know better, and yet still do something stupid will face his anger, and failure is never an option. Not obeying an order, directly given, will result in severe punishment, or death.
Physical Weaknesses:
Like many mechs his size, Megatron’s joints are his weakest points. While he is covered in heavy, thick armor, it would be nearly impossible for him to move if the same thick armor covered his joints. His knees in particular, if struck from the sides or back, have little shielding and would take a hit. Likewise, Megatron’s elbows are not as armoured as they should be, and a well placed hit could do a lot of damage to the arm.
Megatron’s chest is broad, but his hips are not, and this tends to make him a little top heavy. If Megatron’s balance is pushed too far forward or back, he can easily lose his balance and fall. Having large lower legs also makes it somewhat difficult for him to get back on his feet in a hurry unless something is nearby for him to grab onto.
Juggernaut: Megatron is a large mech, and as such, when he starts moving a full speed, it’s a sight to behold. Getting that mass, once at speed, to stop, however, is not an easy task. Like the proverbial bull in a china shop, once Megatron is moving, it’s not easy for him to stop or change direction, unless he hits (takes out) something in his path. Likewise, if fighting with sword or fist, it’s not easy for him to pull a punch once the action has been started.
Special Skills:
The Blood of Unicron: Megatron fused Dark Energon to his Spark, and as a result, has some powerful abilities. He can, and has, used his link to revive the dead, bringing them back to life in a grotesque state. Those brought back are just mindless violent husks, bent on destroying anything in their path. The Dark Energon can also be used to corrupt living Cybertronians, and increase Megatron’s power, while potentially weakening others. This is not a simple thing to do, however, and after a short time of use, it weakens Megatron a great deal, both physically and mentally. The mental drain on Megatron causes him to hear who he believes to be Unicron. Physically, seeing there isn’t much Dark Energon left, Megatron must use the amount he fused with his own spark. If he ever overuses it, it’s entirely possible he would extinguish his own spark.
Mining: Megatron started out as a miner. His frame was created for that purpose, and he was coded with the information needed to pull energon from the ground to be able to process it. Time changed a great deal, and he became the Warlord of the Decepticons, he still knows how to mine, and has the strength and endurance to do so. Now, in a time with limited resources, this previous ability and knowledge will come in handy.
Spaaaaaace: Megatron’s alt mode allows him to escape Earth’s atmosphere and fly in deep space. As a result, Megatron can easily travel to distant places he needs to get to (as long as they are within a set distance – Megatron still needs Energon in order to get there).
SAMPLE RP:
The sound of explosions ripped through the air, heavy thuds at a distance instead of powerful detonations. Closer, the sound of blasters, and heavy machinery fire. Occasionally, an agonized scream would rip through the air, from which side it was hard to tell. The scream would sound for a few seconds, before being cut off, whether by death, or aid being administered.
Remainders of buildings littered the area. Some remained half standing, the tops broken off like rotten, jagged teeth. Others had fallen completely, the roads and streets littered with rubble. In a few places, one could see what the building had once been, but the majority were burned beyond recognition.
The air stank of fire, burned fuel, scorched metal. The corrosive stench of burned energon was thick – one could almost taste it on the tongue. There was a thick haze hanging still like fog, just above ground level. Here and there one could see frame parts projecting up from that fog, some blackened to a husk, others coated in the blue hues of energon. Hands, clutching at the sky, a knee, as a body lay crumpled. The haze covered the majority of the frame – faction was unknown.
Faction was unimportant. Here there was death.
There was a clear line of combat. A strong, heavy placement of cannons, field guns, and soldiers. They stood ragged but upright, if sometimes leaning a little to one side or the other. Around them were splashes of blue energon and scorched areas where mortars had come to hit. Now and again, one of the soldiers would raise a weapon and shoot across a smoke-filled swath of empty road, here and there a cannon would retort loudly. The other side could not be seen through the haze and smoke....but the enemy was there. Just there. Waiting.
Back a short distance from the majority of all this, stood several large figures, five in all. They were gathered around a makeshift table, consisting of the fallen ruins of a building, burned and broken. The figures were bent slightly at the waist, looking at the map that was spread out before them. The map, oddly made of a material instead of a data table, was scorched at the edges.
“The Autobots are gathering here,” one of the large figures said. She was coated in grime and spilled energon – it was hard to tell how much was her own, but her motions indicated she was unharmed. The blue energon clashed with her green and yellow frame. A large flyer, her wings jutted out behind her, red optics focused down on where her finger indicated on the map. She left a streak of grime behind, “It looks like they’re gathering for another assault, my Lord.”
Another figure, this one slightly smaller than the femme, a dark blue, but equally dirty and blood covered, face consisting of visor, looked at where the femme indicated, and spoke.
“The old Processing Plant. They’re not as stupid as they look, then. It’s a good rallying place. Large, good cover, lots of room.”
Another, this one equally as large as the femme, his bright red frame scuffed and marred, “We’re outnumbered, Lord Megatron. There are too many of them. We should retreat to a place better defended than this, rather than engage.”
The mech in the middle was enormous. A dark silver, he loomed over even the others at the table. Silent, unmoving, the Lord Megatron’s red optics moved over the map, observing where the femme motioned, and then to surrounding areas. He said nothing. Large arms folded, he studied the map.
In the background, the explosions continued. The gunfire. The occasional screams.
The others began to shuffle slightly, unnerved. Finally, the visored Decepticon spoke, “My Lord? Your orders?”
Finally, Megatron spoke, his voice sounding almost mellow, smooth. Unhurried.
“We stay. When they attack, retreat only to this location-“ here he pointed to a spot on the map indicated by a red square and nothing else. A finger, thick and tapering to a clawed point, made a mark on the map.
“Here we turn and face them. Make sure the men stay exactly to the North of this area, and await my instructions there.”
“Yes, My Lo-“
“Only to there!?” the red mech interrupted, startled. “My Lord, that’s not far enough. We’ll still be overrun by the Autobots. They outnumber us!”
Megatron leaned back from the table, turning to move, “You have your orders.”
The others glanced at each other, then also turned, getting ready to move.
The red mech, however, did not.
“You’re going to get us killed! Don’t you understand? We’re outnumbered! We can’t make a stand here! We have to retreat!”
The large silver mech paused. In the distance, another explosion sounded, a heavy crump that was almost felt more than heard.
Megatron did not turn. “You have your orders.”
Silence from the others. The red mech was silent, too, for a moment, then blurted, “You’re insane! You’re going to get us all killed, and for what? Some burned out hunk of destroyed city? Call a retreat or I’m taking my men out of here!”
Silence.
Around the red mech, the others withdrew, leaving a visible space around him. He didn’t seem to notice, so intent was he glaring at the back of the Warlord.
Slowly, Megatron turned. Under heavy peds, the ground churned up ash and dust from the battle around them. The Warlord’s face looked pensive, calm. There was no sign of anger there. His eyes were thoughtful.
Pushing off on one foot, Megatron approached the red Mech, coming to stand before him. The red mech could almost look directly into the Warlord’s eyes, having to gaze only slightly upward.
Megatron spoke, voice calm and still, “We are Decepticons. We do not retreat unnecessarily. We retreat only when there is no way we can possibly win, when our losses would be too great to take the prize we seek. I will not risk Decepticon lives when I know we cannot win, when I know we would all be decimated, when I know it would be utterly pointless. Then, and only then, will I retreat.”
There was a pause. Gunfire continued for a second, then stopped.
The red mech shifted, about to speak again, when a heavy silver servo shot out, and grasped the red mech by the throat. Strong talons punctured the throat of the mech, the blue energon bubbling up.
Making choking sounds, optics wide, the red mech raised his own hands, scrabbling at Megatron’s hands at this throat, hoping to break the grasp, to free himself. Grabbing at the fingers, he pulled, his twisted, but the hold could not be broken. It was like moving a mountain of iron.
With a faint shriek of protesting metal, Megatron’s grip tightened, and a crack suddenly appeared in the throat of the red mech. More energon flowed.
Now desperate, the red mech started trying to claw at the Warlord’s face. His arms were not as long as the leader of the Decepticon’s, however, and he helplessly pawed at Megatron’s shoulders, leaving behind trails of soot and dried energon.
The others remained perfectly still, doing their best to disappear into the background, to visually hide among the sounds of war.
“I am the leader of the Decepticons,” Megatron spoke. Now his voice was no longer calm, no longer deceivingly gentle. Here was the thick rasp of rage, of anger. Outrage. His arm shifting slightly, Megatron hefted the red mech off the ground, peds dangling several inches. Optics wide in fear and panic, he flailed uselessly at Megatron’s grip.
Megatron turned, and took several steps back towards the fallen building the map had been lying on. He continued to carry the red mech off the ground, seemingly holding him effortlessly in place. The red mech was not light though, and while there may be strain on the Warlord’s arm, his anger and fury gave him the strength.
“I am the one making the decisions. I am the one leading us to victory. You have the right to suggest options. I will even allow you the right to voice concerns. But I will not....will not...allow you TO QUESTION MY LEAD!”
One single step forward still. Megatron turned, rotating at the hip, and shifting his weight, slightly lifted the red mech dangling helplessly in his grip, and brought him down, face first, upon the table, upon the very map they had been looking at. There was a sickening crunch as the mech’s face shattered, and a spurt of blue.
Setting his other ped for balance, Megatron rose the still flailing body, and brought it back down upon the table again, with another squelching thud. This time energon literally flew, speckling the ground before the table. He paused, observing the body, watching.
The red mech’s frame quivered once, then remained still.
Explosions in the background.
Letting go of the body, Megatron made a disgusted sound – whether at the mess or with the red mech, it was impossible to tell.
No one moved.
Megatron took a deep invent, as if centering himself, then spoke, gazing now at the blood spattered map.
“The area I have chosen to meet the Autobots in combat is the old smelting pit from the factory. Gather the Decepticons to the North of the area. When they attempt to cross, blast the ground beneath their feet. There are still temperatures there hot enough to smelt them all down. We will return later and see if there is anything we can salvage.”
The remaining three spoke as one, “Yes my Lord.”
The huge silver mech paused for a moment more, as if thinking. He turned suddenly, and looked at the large femme.
“Commander Recoil.”
She quickly saluted, “My Lord?”
“If this one survives, set him to the task of going through the smelted Autobots for salvage. If not, his troops are added to yours.”
Another swift saltute, “Yes my Lord, thank you my Lord.”
Turning on a ped, Megatron moved past the others, leaving the body of the red mech draped over the table, unmoving. He began to stride towards the battlefield, long legs eating up the ground.
“Now. Let us go to war.”
Name/Alias: Kov
IM/Email: Wessnar@gmail.com
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Megatron
Age: Late 40’s early 50’s
Gender: Mech/Male
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Decepticons
Original Occupation: Miner (Pit Fighter)
Occupation/Specialization: Leader of the Decepticons
Appearance: Megatron is a huge, heavy mech. It’s no surprise he was once a miner, having both the size and weight needed to heft heavy objects and take the rigors of such a physically demanding occupation. Dark silver in color, Megatron exudes an aura of power.
Megatron’s facial place is as dark as the rest of him, streaked with darker lines that run from the inner corners of his optics down to his mouth. They resemble burns or old injuries that have never been repaired properly. Eyes a brilliant red, they can take on the color of Dark Energon if he begins channelling that power source. The plating on his head wraps around like a helmet, closing in with cheek protecting plates that point downwards towards the chest. Megatron has two moveable metal pieces that act as eyebrows, giving his face expression. His teeth are sharp, and pointed like a shark’s. Two slots in the helm above his face start above the inner corners of his optics and run up and bask around the side of his helm.
His broad shoulders are covered by massive guards. An inner plate covers the shoulder itself and curls up and inwards towards the head, an outer layer runs in the opposite direction. His large upper arms consist of the same light silver metal. Lower arms are as large as his upper, a darker silver, covered in more armor. Here, too, are curved panels of armor, aiming back towards the elbows, ending in points, perfect for striking and piercing.
The thick panels on his lower arms extends down to cover the backs of his wrists and upper portion of his servos, giving protection to his hands, and making them stronger. His servos are broad, with fingers and thumb extending into claw-like tips.
On his right arm sits his primary weapon, his Fusion Cannon. (See Weapons). The Fusion Cannon is longer than his lower arm and extends past his servo.
Megatron’s chest is thickly armoured and broad, with extra plating here as well. The plating curls both up over the shoulders, and down to the sides, under the arms. The armor is a slightly lighter color of silver. In the center of his chest is a dark purple Decepticon badge, embedded in a circular gap in his armor. His chest narrows down as his frame extends down to the hips, lower frame revealing dark purple workings and a strip of armor.
Upper thighs are the same darker silver as his lower arms, again, covered with heavy plating. His knees are protected in the front with pointed armor, angling upwards. His lower legs flare out, thick and broad, a lighter smooth silver, with heavy paneling that sweeps backwards into points just above his peds. The peds themselves are large and heavy, consisting of two wide braces of metal, with dark purple metal as the joining section.
Megatron’s secondary color is a dark purple, seen on the Decepticon symbol in his chest, and at the joints such as elbows, knees, and peds.
Altmode: Megatron retained his original Cybertronian alt mode of a flying vehicle. The vehicle is unique in shape. The nose of the vehicle consists of an almost disk-shaped section protruding from the front of the main body. Where it joins to the main body of the vehicle, it narrows, before flowing back out again. While in alt mode, Megatron’s peds are tucked up within the body of the vehicle, head half suck down into the body. His arms and legs make up the remainder of the body, with his cannon perched atop the vehicle. Shortened wings enable Megatron a high rate of speed, and surprising manouverability for his size.
History: Megatron began existence during the Age of Wrath - when the Quintessons had conquered and enslaved the Cybertronian race - as D-16. Sparked without a true name or personality, D-16 had a brief moment of seeing life on Cybertron before being sent underground as a miner. He took his name from the area he mined, and befriended some of the other miners he shared his life with. One nameless Cybertronian became his closest friend and advisor, and from this individual, D-16 learned the value of a name. By the time the Quintessons had been overcome, he was starting to crave more out of life.
Seeing some of the violent battles between the miners underground, D-16 began to enjoy the violence of such fights, and saw what being dominant could offer. He began to join gladiator matches underground, and drawing on the stories of the original 13 Primes, took a new name. He called himself Megatronus. It was at this point he began to believe that the caste system could be overcome and defeated. Viewing how the other classes lived, witnessing those of the upper classes who came to watch and gamble on the pit fighting, Megatronus realized that Cybertronians were not all equal, and even though the lower caste risked their lives every day, the upper classes received all the frills and benefits. A seed of anger was born, and began to grow. Megatronus quickly grew in rank, and became a crowd favourite.
Eventually, word of the Pit Fighter grew, and the battles moved from the underground into the light. Many upper caste Cybertronians enjoyed slumming to see the fights, even waging money on the battles. Although they were brutal, some of the upper caste went to watch the fights. It was not the first time high society would spend money to watch those lower than them brawl to the death, nor would it be the last. As the fights grew in popularity, even outside the low class areas, money began to flow in, as those who came to see the fights purchased items at the nearby stores. Because of the unexpected income flow, the Council were willing to turn a blind eye to the events, as long as they were openly talked about. They were Cybertron’s worst kept secret.
Not all of the upper class sponsored or visited the fights, of course, but the arenas were most often filled to capacity than not. Shortening his name to “Megatron”, the miner started using his newfound fame as a podium for his speeches about the Caste system. His popularity enabled those in higher ranks to hear his words. Some agreed, others did not. He quickly gained followers, but also began to gain the attention of the Council.
Still using his newfound, though infamous, fame, Megatron found an unlikely ally in the form of a young records clerk named Orion Pax. Orion Pax heard some of Megatron’s speeches and the things he spoke of. This fit into his own desire to change the system of Cybertron. Inspired to help Megatron change the corrupt system, Orion Pax joined with the miner, and the two began a close friendship that soon bordered on brotherhood. In Megatron, Orion found a strong speaker for justice, and in Orion Pax, Megatron found an ally who supported him and shared ideas.
The day came when the Council finally granted Megatron’s request for an audience. With Orion by his side, Megatron stood before the Council, and denounced their corrupt ways, calling for a fairer, just, Cybertron. However, his arrogance grew as he spoke, and not just content to see a change, Megatron demanded to become the next Prime, wresting control away from Council and becoming ruler of Cybertron.
Orion, shocked by Megatron’s sudden change, spoke of a change towards autonomy, and in failing to blindly support Megatron, gained his suspicion and anger. Leaving Orion behind, Megatron gathered his “true” followers, and began to search for the Matrix of Leadership he believed the Council was hiding from him. He declared War on Cybertron, and so gave rise to the Decepticons. Megatron took the city of Kaon, and declared it the Decepticon capital city.
In his attempts to conquer Cybertron, Megatron infected the core of Cybertron with a toxin. But by clearing it, Orion Pax gained the Matrix of Leadership Megatron coveted, and became the new Prime.
Megatron was enraged. Not only had his friend, his brother, betrayed him when he spoke to the Council, but now he had taken the Matrix that was rightfully Megatron’s. Orion had taken Megatron’s legacy. Megatron has declared Orion Pax, now Optimus Prime, as his enemy, and will do anything to destroy him and regain the Matrix of Leadership. He swears he will see the destruction of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, and anyone else who stands in his way of total domination.
Now, with Cybertron a dead husk, and Energon in high demand, both Megatron’s Decepticons, and Optimus Prime’s Autobots, have arrived on Earth, and continue their battle there.
Recent History: After landing on Earth, Megatron, seeking new power, decided to employ a new power source: Dark Energon. Believed to be the life blood of Primus, and by extension, corrupted by Unicron, Megatron took a shard, and fused it with his own spark. Uncontrollable power flooded through Megatron, but his willpower and strength enabled him to overcome, and accept the new source of power. Claiming he was stronger, more powerful, and could almost hear Unicron’s own thoughts, Megatron is now corrupted by Dark Energon...but how much?
Personality: Megatron is a study in rage and aggression, yet he is no mere brute. Although he has great strength, and spent many years as a brawler, the leader of the Decepticons is intelligent and crafty. He plays the long games, setting things in motion that may not play out until a great deal of time has passed. He has an odd sense of honour – if he gives you his word he will stick to it - but it’s mixed with a great and powerful ego. Megatron is as likely to debate you on treaties, or destroy you with his Fusion Cannon. He demands great loyalty, and rewards well those who freely offer it. Disobey or disappoint him, however, and you will quickly discover you are expendable.
Megatron views nearly everything through its ability to aid or hinder his goals. Though he was always calculating, measuring and thinking, Megatron is not sly, and does not approve of treachery.
Add to this the fact that Megatron has become corrupted with Dark Energon, and now there is a new facet of the Warlord. His aggression has become more pronounced, and mentally, he is more unstable...or is he? Does the Dark Energon control Megatron, or does Megatron control the Dark Energon?
Likes: Power, strength, loyalty, overcoming great odds, victory, especially over severe odds. Freely given loyalty.
Dislikes: Sly individuals, disloyalty, dishonesty, weakness, cowardice, ineptitude.
Strengths/Weapons: Megatron is a weapon in and of himself. A large, powerful miner by design, Megatron has the strength and skill to back up his boasts. No lightweight, he is obviously powerful.
STRENGTHS:
Brute Strength: Megatron was created a miner, and excelled as a pit fighter. He was literally built for strength and power, and it’s apparent. His entire frame is large and heavy, though he’s not overly slow. Anyone facing Megatron in a physical fight is in for a rough time, and had best be prepared for pain. Megatron is a wall, not easily moved by force. His weight and size, in addition to his broad peds, give Megatron an ability to nearly be unmovable if he wills it, unless facing someone of equal size and strength. Big and heavy, Megatron can easily hold someone down against their will if they are unarmed. Smaller mecha can be held in place with a single ped. You don’t want him to fall on you.
A True Leader: It takes something special to be able to keep a large group of power-hungry, violent, and somewhat unstable individuals in control and focused on a singular goal, but Megatron does it, and does it well. Gathering together those who felt disillusioned with Cybertron’s class system, Megatron used his personality and charisma to build a massive, powerful army. Whether it’s by fear, inspiration, or just straight up hero- worship, Megatron leads the Decepticons.
Mind like a Steel Trap: While it’s common to assume large, powerful mecha are lacking in the helm department, Megatron is different. Not a scientist or inventor, Megatron’s intelligence is based entirely on conquest, both physical and mental. When sparked, Megatron was blessed, or cursed, with a sharp mind, quick to make connections and see ways to turn things to his advantage, as well as a highly introspective outlook on the condition of his fellow Cybertronians. “Why am I here?” in the existential sense is not something a miner commonly thinks of in his day to day life. And yet Megatron found himself thinking such thoughts while hacking out energon for others to consume. His days as a pit fighter, and his growing fame was used to gain access to certain ears. Megatron learned battle tactics, both in and out of the ring.
Add to that his mind, quick to grasp any situation in a chance to gain the upper hand, having a powerful grasp of battle tactics or techniques, and Megatron is not someone to take lightly.
Armored to the Core: Megatron’s not just heavy, he’s heavily armoured. Basic blasters or blades won’t do much to him, except annoy him, or knock him back on his feet. He can shrug off most hits that would disable another Cybertronian, and outright kill the smaller ones. Only the largest, most powerful weapons could break through. An opponent would have to have great strength in order to drive a weapon home, or be specially engineered in order to pierce his plating.
Soldier of all Trades: Megatron spent many years as a pit fighter, and they were not wasted. He eagerly trained with many different weapon types, and gained many skills. In one fight, Megatron can change his fighting style as needed, moving from fists to sword to blunt weapon as needed. Megatron could literally pick up a chair and use it to beat an opponent to death. He has no trouble physically creating melee weapons as needed either, tearing a pipe off a wall, flattening one end with a ped, and using a makeshift spear.
WEAPONS:
Fury and Thunder: Megatron’s primary weapon in ranged battle, his Fusion Canon, is a sight to behold; a massive cannon, attached to his right arm. The Fusion Cannon spits out a stream of high energy, capable of blasting large holes in just about anything it manages to strike. No one knows exactly how it works. Rumor exists that upon its creation, Megatron murdered its creator, so that only one would ever understand how it works. The Fusion Cannon is powerful, but it takes a few minutes to fully recharge. As a result, Megatron tends to only use it as truly needed, much preferring to use other weapons, preferably melee.
Edge of a Blade: Megatron’s secondary weapon is a long sword that extends from the underside of the Fusion Cannon. Long, sharp, and the same dark silver as his own frame, Megatron wields the sword with deadly accuracy. It can slice through the strongest armor, cleaving deep.
Fisticuffs: Megatron’s third weapon are his own fists. A brawler from the start, Megatron is not averse to simply throwing down and going one on one with bare knuckles. His punches are devastating, and he’s willing to use the tips of his digits as claws, gouging at the optics of his enemies.
Weaknesses: Megatron has few, but they are large.
Mental Weaknesses:
His ego is his biggest. He firmly believes that he is destined to be a Prime, and felt that that honour was stolen from him by an ex-friend. Megatron cannot foresee any situation that he cannot overcome by strength if necessary, and does not take failure, even in himself, well. His desire to destroy Optimus also works on his mind, to the point that Megatron, and ONLY Megatron, can destroy Optimus. Any attempt by any other Decepticon will not be tolerated. It is his fate. Unfortunately, this sometimes causes Megatron to make mistakes, or allow his enemies chances he would not normally allow. When it comes to Optimus, Megatron does not always think clearly.
While Megatron understands that physical strength isn’t the greatest attribute to have, that intelligence is also important, he still seems to place slightly more emphasis on physical strength. Smart enough to know intelligence can be a threat, Megatron still tends to overlook or underestimate potential enemies based on physical strength.
Megatron’s anger is also a great weakness. Though he’s not easily enraged, only a few seem to have that ability, when he does become furious, he doesn’t always think clearly. Focusing too much on an enemy, he can be completely oblivious to something going on nearby. When lost in this battle lust, Megatron can be quite blind.
Megatron doesn’t suffer fools easily. Those who should know better, and yet still do something stupid will face his anger, and failure is never an option. Not obeying an order, directly given, will result in severe punishment, or death.
Physical Weaknesses:
Like many mechs his size, Megatron’s joints are his weakest points. While he is covered in heavy, thick armor, it would be nearly impossible for him to move if the same thick armor covered his joints. His knees in particular, if struck from the sides or back, have little shielding and would take a hit. Likewise, Megatron’s elbows are not as armoured as they should be, and a well placed hit could do a lot of damage to the arm.
Megatron’s chest is broad, but his hips are not, and this tends to make him a little top heavy. If Megatron’s balance is pushed too far forward or back, he can easily lose his balance and fall. Having large lower legs also makes it somewhat difficult for him to get back on his feet in a hurry unless something is nearby for him to grab onto.
Juggernaut: Megatron is a large mech, and as such, when he starts moving a full speed, it’s a sight to behold. Getting that mass, once at speed, to stop, however, is not an easy task. Like the proverbial bull in a china shop, once Megatron is moving, it’s not easy for him to stop or change direction, unless he hits (takes out) something in his path. Likewise, if fighting with sword or fist, it’s not easy for him to pull a punch once the action has been started.
Special Skills:
The Blood of Unicron: Megatron fused Dark Energon to his Spark, and as a result, has some powerful abilities. He can, and has, used his link to revive the dead, bringing them back to life in a grotesque state. Those brought back are just mindless violent husks, bent on destroying anything in their path. The Dark Energon can also be used to corrupt living Cybertronians, and increase Megatron’s power, while potentially weakening others. This is not a simple thing to do, however, and after a short time of use, it weakens Megatron a great deal, both physically and mentally. The mental drain on Megatron causes him to hear who he believes to be Unicron. Physically, seeing there isn’t much Dark Energon left, Megatron must use the amount he fused with his own spark. If he ever overuses it, it’s entirely possible he would extinguish his own spark.
Mining: Megatron started out as a miner. His frame was created for that purpose, and he was coded with the information needed to pull energon from the ground to be able to process it. Time changed a great deal, and he became the Warlord of the Decepticons, he still knows how to mine, and has the strength and endurance to do so. Now, in a time with limited resources, this previous ability and knowledge will come in handy.
Spaaaaaace: Megatron’s alt mode allows him to escape Earth’s atmosphere and fly in deep space. As a result, Megatron can easily travel to distant places he needs to get to (as long as they are within a set distance – Megatron still needs Energon in order to get there).
SAMPLE RP:
The sound of explosions ripped through the air, heavy thuds at a distance instead of powerful detonations. Closer, the sound of blasters, and heavy machinery fire. Occasionally, an agonized scream would rip through the air, from which side it was hard to tell. The scream would sound for a few seconds, before being cut off, whether by death, or aid being administered.
Remainders of buildings littered the area. Some remained half standing, the tops broken off like rotten, jagged teeth. Others had fallen completely, the roads and streets littered with rubble. In a few places, one could see what the building had once been, but the majority were burned beyond recognition.
The air stank of fire, burned fuel, scorched metal. The corrosive stench of burned energon was thick – one could almost taste it on the tongue. There was a thick haze hanging still like fog, just above ground level. Here and there one could see frame parts projecting up from that fog, some blackened to a husk, others coated in the blue hues of energon. Hands, clutching at the sky, a knee, as a body lay crumpled. The haze covered the majority of the frame – faction was unknown.
Faction was unimportant. Here there was death.
There was a clear line of combat. A strong, heavy placement of cannons, field guns, and soldiers. They stood ragged but upright, if sometimes leaning a little to one side or the other. Around them were splashes of blue energon and scorched areas where mortars had come to hit. Now and again, one of the soldiers would raise a weapon and shoot across a smoke-filled swath of empty road, here and there a cannon would retort loudly. The other side could not be seen through the haze and smoke....but the enemy was there. Just there. Waiting.
Back a short distance from the majority of all this, stood several large figures, five in all. They were gathered around a makeshift table, consisting of the fallen ruins of a building, burned and broken. The figures were bent slightly at the waist, looking at the map that was spread out before them. The map, oddly made of a material instead of a data table, was scorched at the edges.
“The Autobots are gathering here,” one of the large figures said. She was coated in grime and spilled energon – it was hard to tell how much was her own, but her motions indicated she was unharmed. The blue energon clashed with her green and yellow frame. A large flyer, her wings jutted out behind her, red optics focused down on where her finger indicated on the map. She left a streak of grime behind, “It looks like they’re gathering for another assault, my Lord.”
Another figure, this one slightly smaller than the femme, a dark blue, but equally dirty and blood covered, face consisting of visor, looked at where the femme indicated, and spoke.
“The old Processing Plant. They’re not as stupid as they look, then. It’s a good rallying place. Large, good cover, lots of room.”
Another, this one equally as large as the femme, his bright red frame scuffed and marred, “We’re outnumbered, Lord Megatron. There are too many of them. We should retreat to a place better defended than this, rather than engage.”
The mech in the middle was enormous. A dark silver, he loomed over even the others at the table. Silent, unmoving, the Lord Megatron’s red optics moved over the map, observing where the femme motioned, and then to surrounding areas. He said nothing. Large arms folded, he studied the map.
In the background, the explosions continued. The gunfire. The occasional screams.
The others began to shuffle slightly, unnerved. Finally, the visored Decepticon spoke, “My Lord? Your orders?”
Finally, Megatron spoke, his voice sounding almost mellow, smooth. Unhurried.
“We stay. When they attack, retreat only to this location-“ here he pointed to a spot on the map indicated by a red square and nothing else. A finger, thick and tapering to a clawed point, made a mark on the map.
“Here we turn and face them. Make sure the men stay exactly to the North of this area, and await my instructions there.”
“Yes, My Lo-“
“Only to there!?” the red mech interrupted, startled. “My Lord, that’s not far enough. We’ll still be overrun by the Autobots. They outnumber us!”
Megatron leaned back from the table, turning to move, “You have your orders.”
The others glanced at each other, then also turned, getting ready to move.
The red mech, however, did not.
“You’re going to get us killed! Don’t you understand? We’re outnumbered! We can’t make a stand here! We have to retreat!”
The large silver mech paused. In the distance, another explosion sounded, a heavy crump that was almost felt more than heard.
Megatron did not turn. “You have your orders.”
Silence from the others. The red mech was silent, too, for a moment, then blurted, “You’re insane! You’re going to get us all killed, and for what? Some burned out hunk of destroyed city? Call a retreat or I’m taking my men out of here!”
Silence.
Around the red mech, the others withdrew, leaving a visible space around him. He didn’t seem to notice, so intent was he glaring at the back of the Warlord.
Slowly, Megatron turned. Under heavy peds, the ground churned up ash and dust from the battle around them. The Warlord’s face looked pensive, calm. There was no sign of anger there. His eyes were thoughtful.
Pushing off on one foot, Megatron approached the red Mech, coming to stand before him. The red mech could almost look directly into the Warlord’s eyes, having to gaze only slightly upward.
Megatron spoke, voice calm and still, “We are Decepticons. We do not retreat unnecessarily. We retreat only when there is no way we can possibly win, when our losses would be too great to take the prize we seek. I will not risk Decepticon lives when I know we cannot win, when I know we would all be decimated, when I know it would be utterly pointless. Then, and only then, will I retreat.”
There was a pause. Gunfire continued for a second, then stopped.
The red mech shifted, about to speak again, when a heavy silver servo shot out, and grasped the red mech by the throat. Strong talons punctured the throat of the mech, the blue energon bubbling up.
Making choking sounds, optics wide, the red mech raised his own hands, scrabbling at Megatron’s hands at this throat, hoping to break the grasp, to free himself. Grabbing at the fingers, he pulled, his twisted, but the hold could not be broken. It was like moving a mountain of iron.
With a faint shriek of protesting metal, Megatron’s grip tightened, and a crack suddenly appeared in the throat of the red mech. More energon flowed.
Now desperate, the red mech started trying to claw at the Warlord’s face. His arms were not as long as the leader of the Decepticon’s, however, and he helplessly pawed at Megatron’s shoulders, leaving behind trails of soot and dried energon.
The others remained perfectly still, doing their best to disappear into the background, to visually hide among the sounds of war.
“I am the leader of the Decepticons,” Megatron spoke. Now his voice was no longer calm, no longer deceivingly gentle. Here was the thick rasp of rage, of anger. Outrage. His arm shifting slightly, Megatron hefted the red mech off the ground, peds dangling several inches. Optics wide in fear and panic, he flailed uselessly at Megatron’s grip.
Megatron turned, and took several steps back towards the fallen building the map had been lying on. He continued to carry the red mech off the ground, seemingly holding him effortlessly in place. The red mech was not light though, and while there may be strain on the Warlord’s arm, his anger and fury gave him the strength.
“I am the one making the decisions. I am the one leading us to victory. You have the right to suggest options. I will even allow you the right to voice concerns. But I will not....will not...allow you TO QUESTION MY LEAD!”
One single step forward still. Megatron turned, rotating at the hip, and shifting his weight, slightly lifted the red mech dangling helplessly in his grip, and brought him down, face first, upon the table, upon the very map they had been looking at. There was a sickening crunch as the mech’s face shattered, and a spurt of blue.
Setting his other ped for balance, Megatron rose the still flailing body, and brought it back down upon the table again, with another squelching thud. This time energon literally flew, speckling the ground before the table. He paused, observing the body, watching.
The red mech’s frame quivered once, then remained still.
Explosions in the background.
Letting go of the body, Megatron made a disgusted sound – whether at the mess or with the red mech, it was impossible to tell.
No one moved.
Megatron took a deep invent, as if centering himself, then spoke, gazing now at the blood spattered map.
“The area I have chosen to meet the Autobots in combat is the old smelting pit from the factory. Gather the Decepticons to the North of the area. When they attempt to cross, blast the ground beneath their feet. There are still temperatures there hot enough to smelt them all down. We will return later and see if there is anything we can salvage.”
The remaining three spoke as one, “Yes my Lord.”
The huge silver mech paused for a moment more, as if thinking. He turned suddenly, and looked at the large femme.
“Commander Recoil.”
She quickly saluted, “My Lord?”
“If this one survives, set him to the task of going through the smelted Autobots for salvage. If not, his troops are added to yours.”
Another swift saltute, “Yes my Lord, thank you my Lord.”
Turning on a ped, Megatron moved past the others, leaving the body of the red mech draped over the table, unmoving. He began to stride towards the battlefield, long legs eating up the ground.
“Now. Let us go to war.”