Broken Wings of the Decepticons

Although Optimus Prime could be classified as lawful good, that did not mean he would show mercy to his archenemy, Megatron.

In fact, the fact that Optimus Prime had not destroyed Megatron's Spark while he was frozen and dormant was already an act of mercy.

No matter how powerful a Decepticon was, once his limbs had been severed, he became a lamb awaiting slaughter. Megatron could not even free himself from the steel cables and iron chains binding him.

His body struggled violently, but aside from making him swing more wildly in midair, it accomplished nothing.

The intense humiliation of being disgraced by his mortal enemy drove the Decepticon leader, who had only just escaped the ice, even further into madness.

Ever since he had led the Decepticons in rebellion, Megatron had been a figure of immense prestige.

Whenever his name was mentioned, most of the words used to describe him were powerful, tyrannical, savage, cunning, and the like.

No one had ever dared use words like pitiful or laughable to describe Megatron.

But now, Megatron had no choice but to accept that cruel reality.

His head whipped back and forth wildly as thick, spoiled lubricant sprayed from his mouth, only to drip helplessly over the remnants of his body under the pull of gravity.

"Starscream, you useless trash!"

"Soundwave, Blackout! Where are you?!"

Megatron roared. The violent sound waves echoed continuously through the Sector Seven base, even shattering the fragile glass fixtures.

He was frantically broadcasting a distress signal, calling for any Decepticons who received it to gather.

He had no idea what had gone wrong. Not only had his incompetent subordinates failed to rescue him, but they had also allowed Optimus Prime, that damned Cybertronian traitor, to wreck his body like this.

Though limbs were not irreplaceable for