The Ocean, 20XX

Sunken far below the depths of the sea, in the darkest, most reclusive reaches of it’s watery vortex, lie a single rusting machine. A machine of pure hatred, that had committed an uncountable number of atrocities, and ravaged the universe in his quest for unrivaled power. He was known as Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons. A transformer who, after an eternity of combat with Optimus Prime and his Autobots, was ultimately left to rot in a watery grave, far from where any help could reach. But on this day, something happened that Optimus Prime could have never predicted. 

ARISE

The Decepticons' eyes slowly opened, and his rust fell away as if it had never existed to begin with. In fact, the machine felt more powerful now than he ever had before. He gazed above to see a shadowy figure, nothing more than a rippling black cloak in the already black water. “Who… What is this?” Megatron asked, his voice box somehow resounding as clearly as if he was on land. 

“It does not matter.” The cloak replied. “I am just a puppet…” the voice sounded entirely alien, as if it was speaking through ten layers of cloth, yet the decepticon could understand every word perfectly. “Go now. Let fate guide your actions, and we shall meet again. Hopefully, it will be as friends…” and with that the cloak dissipated into the water as if it had been nothing more than an illusion. But, the power Megatron felt now, was wholly and entirely real. He still had a myriad of questions concerning the events that had just taken place, but as he slowly hauled himself out of the sea, a much more important desire began to overtake him.

Revenge.

And as if it were lightning, the perfect plan suddenly struck his hardware...

Coldsteels Very Awesome HQ (headquarters)™, 19XX 

Coldsteel The Hedgehog was resting in his office after a long day of work. He was going over his epic fighting moves for the 50th time in his head when suddenly, a glowing purple oval of pure energy appeared in front of him. Coldsteel stumbled backwards and swore loudly because he's a badass. 

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"What the fuck?!" (See he said the f word that means he’s cool) He yelled, pulling out his handy 1700’s flint pistol. From out of the portal, emerged MegXtron (Megatron but even more epic). His robot body had been modified to make him even more fearsome, the air crackling with the energy of a bajillion volts. His weapons had been modified and upgraded to destroy even the strongest of autobots, and hundreds of weapons bristled from his armor as if he carried a miniature army within his body. Coldsteel stared in awe at the death machine, immediately recognizing his supreme and overwhelming aura of power. More than that, he sensed a strange bond with the robot, an almost familial bond… 

Of course! That robot was none other than-

“My great great great grandfather, Megatron!” Coldsteel realized (He’s really smart and badass btw)

"Coldsteel. That is a good name. A cold and steely name. Fitting for a man of your lineage. I hope it was not a mistake for me to have chosen you, out of all my kin." (see his name is like hes cold and steel its actually really clever okay)

"Sup Grandad. I've been hoping you'd visit me one day. Your badass tales about genociding millions of people have been passed down for generations. Seeing you here now, it’s like a dream!"  Coldsteel exclaimed, as he grinned like a badass.

"I know many of your achievements as well, Coldsteel. With the various war and hate crimes you’ve committed, and your seemingly insatiable lust for power. You remind me of myself, in an alternate reality where I’m a hedgehog. It is for that very reason that I searched for you out of all my children. I believe you possess the same insatiable drive for power that I do, and if we were to form an alliance, there would be nothing capable of standing in our path!" Megatron explained excitedly.

"Well in that case, you've come at a perfect time! I've already created an ultra badass and very cool plan for world domination. A plan that will let us dominate every universe!" Coldsteel exclaimed, as he turned to his office wall, grabbing a piece of paper labeled "Fucking awesome badass plan that is very cool." painted in the deep red blood of his enemies and also crayons. He unfurled it to reveal an exceedingly simple, yet exceedingly dangerous idea. (I learned the word exceedingly today its a good word) 

"Find the ancient artifacts scattered across time and space, and unlock the ultimate power? Do you know where to start?" Questioned Megatron, as if he was asking for more exposition (he wasn’t though). 

"Oh, I know more than just where to start. I've been researching these artifacts for decades. But even as very badass and cool as I am, I never had the technical power to travel between space and time. But with you here, I can finally begin to obtain these relics, and become the most badass coolest guy ever!" Coldsteel said non expositorily while smirking (like a badass).  

"Well then, I suppose we should get started," Megatron said, as he rubbed his big juicy metal hands together. (They are juicy from oil)

Suddenly, a blue sphere of pure timespace energy formed inside of the office, similar to the one Megatron had entered through. A large, similarly robotic figure stepped out of the sphere. It was none other than the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime.

“Megatron… It appears I miscalculated in simply letting you rot in your watery grave.” Optimus said. “This time…” he continued, his energon sword crackling to life in his hand. 

“I will leave nothing behind.”