Energon runs in thin trickles down your faceplate as you stand, frozen in a battle stance, staring at the absolute carnage in front of you.

All of your friends, your commanders, everyone that had joined the effort to finally take Overlord down, they were all gone. Reduced to barely recognisable scraps of metal and brightly coloured stains of Energon on the ground.

Megatron was the first, his helm having been torn from his frame which seemed to be missing, and the rest of the Decepticons that were here had panicked and scattered at the loss of their leader.

Energon-stained wings lay on the ground after having been taken from their owners, but it was impossible to tell which Seeker they belonged to.

The smell of smoke and oil floods your senses and no matter what you do, you can't will your frame to move, even as the hulking beast that took out the small army singlehandedly turns around slowly to face you, with a disturbing smile spreading across his faceplate.

Metal crunches under his pedes and Energon runs down his massive frame that dwarfs even you. Cybertronians are normally around 30 feet tall, but Overlord stands at a massive 50 feet.

The Fusion Cannon on your arm shakes as you finally manage to take a single step back, terror gripping your spark as the blue mech stops right in front of you.

"Well, don't you look like a lost little petro rabbit?" He coos, licking his derma clean of the Energon painting them. It's not his Energon, he barely has a scratch on him.

"Oh, don't look so frightened. I'm not going to terminate you. Not unless you do something really stupid!" Overlord laughs, and the sound sends chills down your spine. "No, I want you to run along back to your silly little Decepticon base and tell everyone there that Megatron and his most mighty soldiers have fallen," He puts a servo on your shoulder and you feel as though you might just offline from the seemingly harmless action.

"You can do that, can't you?"