thechaosbringer

Alone.

Sitting.

Unmoving.

—cataclysm—

—shaking the foundations—

—fell beasts—

—struggle—

—endings—

—death—

—Apocalypse—

It might have been an hour or two since it appeared in the bar. Or perhaps it was a moment ago. Or several weeks. Who knows?

Given the general nature of Milliways and the contemptuous disregard the near-destruction brought with it, it's entirely plausible that some areas may still be in flux.

Now that everything is back to normal, it's quite possible to ignore the existence of one more patron. And an unmoving one at that.

—struggle—

—battle—

—shattering—

People make their way in and out. They talk. They laugh. They comfort each other.

This place can survive anything.

The figure goes ignored. Mostly.

Save for a feeling of spine-crawling dread that flows from it, that is.

It calls to a few, and drives away others.

—RAGE—

Then, at a time when activity in the bar winds down for the day,

More felt than heard,

A low rumble.

An angry vibration.

And the eyes glow.

Narrow.

He is...





And then,

It could not have gone better if he'd done it himself...



Still in stasis lock Nemesis Breaker floated motionlessly in front of the massive body of his master. Just after everyone had cleared out and the spacebridge had vanished from space he'd opened up his own gateway to collect his servant.

YOU HAVE DONE WELL.

Who was now being repaired.

It would take time, but Unicron had plenty of it.

He would smile if he could.

His mental influence, so subtly extended towards a certain Cybertron where a certain incept remained in stasis was now returning to him.

Subtle. And with the battle with Nemesis Breaker enough of Primus' core consciousness was diverted out of concern for the one who, for a moment in time, had become an Autobot in almost every way conceiveable.

Not very long, but long enough.

He eyed Nemesis Breaker via the television-like visual brain.

New programming ... accepted.



Excellent!

The tenth day arrived without much significance other than his finding himself above the lake as per Belar's instructions. Or sentence. Whichever it was.

No matter. Only a short distance away his planet body floated, clearly inactive from having its owner situated elsewhere.

A body that was reunited with its spark and restored to life.

There was a matter he wished to deal with. A matter of a plan he'd been thinking of ever since he'd adopted a replica of that beast-bot, Frostbite's body.

Nemesis Breaker. The clone of Leobreaker, who was once known as Overhaul.

Nemesis Breaker had been left in limbo by his Decepticon master Megatron. Left because Megatron had become Galvatron on Gigantion and thus had no further need for what the Decepticon thought was his creation.

Oh no. It wasn't. Not really.

Nemesis Breaker was created only after Megatron had come into contact with Unicron's spark. Without that Megatron would have better luck growing primroses.

That meant that Nemesis Breaker belonged to the Chaos Bringer.

And the Chaos Bringer intended to reclaim what was his.

Extending his mental influence, he reached into the shadow-lion's limbo and pulled him out.

NEMESIS BREAKER. AWAKEN. YOUR TRUE MASTER COMMANDS IT.

The lion stirred, but showed no sign of true sentience. He was, after all, a drone and a copy of someone else.

NOT LONG AGO YOU CAME INTO BEING. YOU WERE AN ECHO OF ANOTHER, BORN AND BUILT FROM THE HATE AND RESENTMENT OF LEOBREAKER, THAT WAS DIRECTED TOWARDS HIS OPTIMUS PRIME. PART OF IT THAT PRIME HAD FOUND A NEW LINK-PARTNER, AND PART OF IT THE FEELING THAT HE WAS NO LONGER USEFUL TO HIS COMMANDER. LEOBREAKER OVERCAME THAT, BUT YOU REMAINED, TO SERVE AS A REMINDER OF THE DARK EMOTIONS IN THE REBORN JUNGLE PLANET WARRIOR.

Again, Nemesis Breaker stirred. But without any sign of life.

YOU ARE A SHELL AND NOTHING MORE. YOU HAD NO SPARK. YOU EXISTED TO SERVE MEGATRON AND TO DO HIS BIDDING, BUT HE HAS ABANDONED YOU, AS LEOBREAKER BELIEVED HIS PRIME HAD DONE, IF ONLY IN TERMS OF LEAVING THE CAT FOR A STRONGER PARTNER IN BATTLE. YOU HAVE NOT BEEN ABANDONED LONG. FOR I RECLAIM WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE.

Now Nemesis Breaker stirred as though he had life in him.

A DARK SPARK. ONE OF MANY I HAVE COLLECTED OVER THE EONS. I GIVE IT TO YOU TO GIVE YOU LIFE. TRUE LIFE. BUT A LIFE THAT BELONGS TO ME.

Unicron paused for a moment, and then resumed.

YOU ARE LOYAL, NEMESIS BREAKER. YOU WERE LOYAL TO MEGATRON AND NOW YOU WILL BE LOYAL TO ME. UNQUESTIONINGLY SO. I DO NOT DOUBT YOU WOULD SERVE ME EVEN UNTO YOUR DEMISE, BUT KNOW THAT I WILL TOLERATE NO DISSENT, AND WHAT I GIVE CAN BE TAKEN AWAY.

A tiny ball of pulsating light emerged from the metallic planet and made its way to Nemesis Breaker, where it buried itself inside the body, and the cat roared into life.

YOU ARE MY HUNTER. YOU WILL STALK AND BRING DOWN PREY FOR ME FROM ACROSS THE MULTIVERSE. YOU WILL CAPTURE THEM AND BRING THEM TO ME. WHATEVER I SET YOU TOWARD YOU WILL BRING. FAILURE WILL NOT BE SOMETHING YOU WILL KNOW AT ALL.

"Of course master. It shall be done."

EXCELLENT. NOW GO.

He had other matters to attend to...

The remains of Cybertron floated about space in an almost mournful fashion. Debris of a lost age. And the planet's enhabitants were left to scurry to the depths of space to find some other home to reside in.

He looked at the carnage he'd caused, feeling a flicker of contentment inside. Primus' spark, he knew, was still online, despite no longer having a body to inhabit. He always knew. Their bodies could be destroyed—and they had been, many times in the past—but their sparks would endure.

It was an old game played between them across the multiverse. Sometimes Primus-as-Cybertron was destroyed physically; sometimes it was the Chaos Bringer, Unicron who suffered such a loss.

Now that Cybertron was gone in this reality, he could take his time destroying the rest of this universe.



What is born, inevitably, will die.