"I am Megatron!"
A massive, hideous robot rose into the sky from Sector Seven.
"Disgusting insects—you are unworthy to cooperate with me!"
With that roar, Megatron shifted into his alternate form, a massive jet fighter, and with a deafening clang shot into the distance.
The Samsaras who had freed him stood frozen, their faces dark.
"Brother Turk, that big guy's too arrogant. We should've activated some of the devices and taught him a lesson!" one grumbled, glaring at Megatron's retreating form.
Brother Turk only sneered.
"Forget it. Let him die at Shura's hands. That suits our plan just fine."
When they thawed Megatron, they had already tampered with his systems.
Pulling out a strange flying craft, Brother Turk gestured for the others to board. The vessel looked remarkably like the Chitauri gliders from The Avengers—a rare item they had somehow acquired and converted into a usable transport.
"Move. We're following."
Seven Samsaras crammed inside and took off.
—--
Twenty minutes later.
Megatron descended upon a city where several Decepticons were already gathered.
"Starscream! Where is the AllSpark?"
The second-in-command, only slightly smaller than Megatron, bowed his wings.
"In human hands."
"You disappoint me again, Starscream. Retrieve it—immediately!"
Starscream hesitated. "I already dispatched Barricade and Blackout, but they haven't returned. Something must have gone wrong."
"Trash!" Megatron roared. "Take me to it!"
At the used car market.
Fenric was already in the middle of a battle when the sky split with a thunderous boom.
From above, a massive Transformer plummeted down, landing with such force the earth quaked. Standing upright, the machine towered over ten meters, its claws gleaming like steel scythes. Its blood-red eyes glowed with a monstrous ferocity.
"Pathetic worm! Hand over the AllSpark, and I may make you my pet instead of killing you!"
Megatron had arrived.
Fenric only smiled, utterly unfazed.
"The AllSpark? I'll be using it for three more days, Megatron. If you want it, come back then."
Megatron froze. "You know my name? Then you understand who I am. Obey me, or die!"
His arm shifted and reconfigured with a harsh clank, transforming into a colossal energy cannon.
The deadly pressure emanating from the weapon made even Fenric acknowledge its danger. Yet his expression didn't change.
"Arrogant. Truly worthy of the name Megatron." He lifted his palm slowly, AllSpark in one hand, the other glowing with power. "But if you insist on death… don't blame me."
With a single motion, Fenric thrust his hand forward.
Buddha's Palm!
Boom!
The air rippled violently. A destructive force surged from Fenric's strike, faster than lightning.
In barely a heartbeat, the devastating palm slammed into Megatron.
Crash!
It was like being hit head-on by a speeding locomotive. Megatron's massive body was hurled backward, smashing through a line of buildings before finally crashing into the ruins of a bungalow a hundred meters away.
Metal shards rained down. Circuits sparked and failed. Even his spark core flickered, its light threatening to extinguish.
Fenric's Buddha Palm carried not just sheer force but terrifying penetrative power.
For a Transformer like Megatron, whose body was an intricate labyrinth of parts and circuits, the internal damage was catastrophic. He lay half-paralyzed, unable to rise.
Megatron's crimson eyes widened in disbelief.
"Impossible! How could a mere human wield such power!?"
Was he even human? No creature born of Earth should be capable of this. For the first time, Megatron felt a twinge of fear.
The surrounding Decepticons were equally stunned, their optics flickering with something dangerously close to… horror.
Starscream, ever the opportunist, had already begun edging backward, ready to flee. His loyalty to Megatron had always been a façade.
Hovering above, Fenric's voice cut through the silence.
"Megatron… you're sturdier than your trash underlings, I'll grant you that. But that's all."
He raised the AllSpark in his left hand, his smile calm, even mocking.
"Tell me… how do you plan to take this from me now?"
"You are not human!" Megatron roared hoarsely. "No human could possess such power!"
If humans were truly like this, they would have conquered the universe long ago—even the fabled Primus and Creator Gods who birthed the Transformers would be helpless before them.
Fenric only shook his head. "Enough pointless talk."
The Empyrean Divine Sword appeared in his grip, its edge gleaming.
"Since you've delivered yourself to me, I'll accept your life as tribute."
He dove, sword raised, and drove the blade straight toward Megatron's chest.
Paralyzed and broken, Megatron could not resist. The indestructible armor of his chestplate shattered like paper before the Empyrean Divine Sword.
Pierce!
The divine weapon plunged into his spark chamber.
And at that moment—
Fenric's senses jolted, a powerful premonition of death rippling through his mind.
(Note: In the original films, even human weapons could destroy Transformers. With the protagonist's Buddha Palm carrying such penetrative force, crippling Megatron is entirely reasonable.)