- Weapon: Energo-Sword
Despite the reputation Megatron had cultivated, he was a patient being. His plans were often long term, forming large, overarching strategies. It was only those in the lesser positions, the playing pieces on the playing board that galaxy was to the Decepticon commander, that saw him as impatient and quick to anger. His rage, while quite real, was controlled to motivate his men and to inspire fear in them. It kept them on their toes and loyal to him. If he didn’t have these occasional fits of rage and impatience then his men would see him as soft and forgiving. He had built the Decepticon army himself on the principle of the strongest should lead, among others. If they perceived any weakness in him his soldiers would quickly turn on him and try to wrest control away from him. By keeping up appearances he defused most mutinous attempts before they began.
That being said, Megatron was beginning to lose his patience. These humans apparently believed in a ridiculous amount of redundant security, as if they even possessed anything worthy of this level of protection. Still, Megatron maintained his disguise, if just to slightly ease their transport into the depths of this base. Finally the Ordway facsimile brought them to and underground bunker where he now stood in front of a large, thick steel hangar door. This had to be their final destination.
The guard on duty hung up the phone on the wall and turned to the facsimile. “I’m sorry sir, but entry into the vault requires direct authorization from the Pentagon and the base commander says you don’t have it.”
Ordway frowned. “Do you know who I am boy?! I am the damn Pentagon. Now you will let me in that vault or so help me you’ll be scrubbing toilets in an artic base!”
“I’m sorry sir, but I can’t do that.”
Finally Megatron had enough. “Enough of this! Use me to get in there!”
The guard frowned, trying to realize where the voice had come from. It slowed his reaction to Ordway draw his pistol just enough for him to fire on him before he could raise his rifle. Megatron mad sure it was a lower powered blast, but it was still more than enough to blow a bowling ball sized hole through the man’s torso. What was left of him fell to the ground in a heap. Ordway took a couple of steps back, knowing the next blast was going to be much more powerful and destructive. He pointed Megatron at the imposing door. He pulled the trigger and the entire chamber was lit up with the purple light of the fusion cannon blast. It struck the door and blasted it to pieces. Metal shards went flying into the room behind it, tearing into whatever workers and guards were stationed there. The blast itself continued well past the door, disintegrated a couple of unlucky workers who happened to be standing in the wrong spot and the wrong time before it finally slammed into a stone wall and dissipated, after destroying a fair chunk of rock.
Ordway carefully stepped through the blasted door, avoiding the still red hot edges. He ignored the screams and alarms as he along with his Decepticon passengers, took in what the humans had hidden here.