- Weapon: Energo-Sword
Deep in the Decepticon Labs
He had been down here for longer than he cared to know. It had been voluntary though, a self enforced exile from his people. He had known what was coming before anyone else had. They hadn’t listened to him so he went to work on his own. He knew he couldn’t save their world, not directly at least. He could, however, try to end the war before the world was completely devastated.
The Great War had reached a virtual stalemate. The only way he saw to end the war was to give some sort of new and devastating edge to the Decepticons. The war would be ended by the ultimate defeat of the Autobots. So he had retreated to the labs, withdrawing from open warfare much as Shockwave had done before him.
Unlike the other Decepticon though, he did not venture off planet. His specialty lied in the construction and enhancement of their very race. They had only barely scratched the surface of what they were capable of, or so he felt. His ideas had been rejected before by the science council, far back before the war had even begun. Now no such group stood in his way. The war also provided a large supply of test subjects in the form of Autobot prisoners or even there own wounded. Still, he kept his experiments secret from even his fellow Decepticons. There would some among even his own ranks who would not approve of his experiments, no matter what the ultimate results would be.
As time had passed his experiments grew more feverish and desperate. By his calculations their home planet had little time left. He began conducting the tests on himself, not having any more time or patience for dealing with anyone else. He ignored the orders to evacuate the planet in favor of conducting one final test on himself. While sealed in the chamber that made the modifications to his body both Autobot and Decepticon abandoned their home en masse. When he awoke he found himself one of the few beings left on Cybertron.
His final test had been a success. He was now more powerful than ever. He found, to his own surprise, that he could survive now on the ruined surface of Cybertron. It was of some comfort that he would not have achieved his final success in time to end up deactivated on a dead world. He considered contacting his fellow Decepticons, but the fact that he had ignored an evacuation order and that his test was only initially successful stayed his hand. He would contact them once he had perfected this new technology, when he could finally present them with the technological edge in the war that he had worked so hard on.
And so, time passed….
The Decepticon sat at his main computer terminal. He only vaguely resembled the mechanoid who had been left on Cybertron so long ago. His test had progressed and he had perfected the technology on himself to a degree that he had never imagined. The problem now was how to apply it to other Decepticons.
His thoughts were interrupted by a quiet alarm from his computer. A frown formed on his face as he punched commands into the device. It seemed that a monitoring station on the surface was getting unusual readings. It was probably just some error with the device, probably caused by one of the electrical storms that now seemed so regular on the planet. He would have to investigate and repair it personally. He deactivated the computer and picked up some tools and a portable scanner before making his way to the surface.