"I am gatron!"
A massive, hideous robot rose into the sky from Sector Seven.
"Disgusting insects—you are unworthy to cooperate with !"
With that roar, gatron shifted into his alternate form, a massive jet fighter, and with a deafening clang shot into the distance.
The Samsaras who had freed him stood frozen, their faces dark.
"Brother Turk, that big guy’s too arrogant. We should’ve activated so of the devices and taught him a lesson!" one grumbled, glaring at gatron’s retreating form.
Brother Turk only sneered.
"Forget it. Let him die at Shura’s hands. That suits our plan just fine."
When they thawed gatron, they had already tampered with his systems.
Pulling out a strange flying craft, Brother Turk gestured for the others to board. The vessel looked remarkably like the Chitauri gliders from The Avengers—a rare item they had sohow acquired and converted into a usable transport.
"Move. We’re following."
Seven Samsaras cramd inside and took off.
—--
Twenty minutes later.
gatron descended upon a city where several Decepticons were already gathered.
"Starscream! Where is the AllSpark?"
The second-in-command, only slightly smaller than gatron, bowed his wings.
"In human hands."
"You disappoint again, Starscream. Retrieve it—imdiately!"
Starscream hesitated. "I already dispatched Barricade and Blackout, but they haven’t returned. Sothing must have gone wrong."
"Trash!" gatron roared. "Take to it!"
At the used car market.
Fenric was already in the middle of a battle when the sky split with a thunderous boom.
From above, a massive Transforr plumted down, landing with such force the earth quaked. Standing upright, the machine towered over ten ters, its claws gleaming like steel scythes. Its blood-red eyes glowed with a monstrous ferocity.
"Pathetic worm! Hand over the AllSpark, and I may make you my pet instead of killing you!"
gatron had arrived.
Fenric only smiled, utterly unfazed.
"The AllSpark? I’ll be using it for three more days, gatron. If you want it, co back then."
gatron froze. "You know my na? Then you understand who I am. Obey , or die!"
His arm shifted and reconfigured with a harsh clank, transforming into a colossal energy cannon.
The deadly pressure emanating from the weapon made even Fenric acknowledge its danger. Yet his expression didn’t change.
"Arrogant. Truly worthy of the na gatron." He lifted his palm slowly, AllSpark in one hand, the other glowing with power. "But if you insist on death... don’t bla ."
With a single motion, Fenric thrust his hand forward.
Buddha’s Palm!
Boom!
The air rippled violently. A destructive force surged from Fenric’s strike, faster than lightning.
In barely a heartbeat, the devastating palm slamd into gatron.
Crash!
It was like being hit head-on by a speeding locomotive. gatron’s massive body was hurled backward, smashing through a line of buildings before finally crashing into the ruins of a bungalow a hundred ters away.
tal shards rained down. Circuits sparked and failed. Even his spark core flickered, its light threatening to extinguish.
Fenric’s Buddha Palm carried not just sheer force but terrifying penetrative power.
For a Transforr like gatron, whose body was an intricate labyrinth of parts and circuits, the internal damage was catastrophic. He lay half-paralyzed, unable to rise.
gatron’s crimson eyes widened in disbelief.
"Impossible! How could a re human wield such power!?"
Was he even human? No creature born of Earth should be capable of this. For the first ti, gatron felt a twinge of fear.
The surrounding Decepticons were equally stunned, their optics flickering with sothing dangerously close to... horror.
Starscream, ever the opportunist, had already begun edging backward, ready to flee. His loyalty to gatron had always been a façade.
Hovering above, Fenric’s voice cut through the silence.
"gatron... you’re sturdier than your trash underlings, I’ll grant you that. But that’s all."
He raised the AllSpark in his left hand, his smile calm, even mocking.
"Tell ... how do you plan to take this from now?"
"You are not human!" gatron roared hoarsely. "No human could possess such power!"
If humans were truly like this, they would have conquered the universe long ago—even the fabled Primus and Creator Gods who birthed the Transforrs would be helpless before them.
Fenric only shook his head. "Enough pointless talk."
The Empyrean Divine Sword appeared in his grip, its edge gleaming.
"Since you’ve delivered yourself to , I’ll accept your life as tribute."
He dove, sword raised, and drove the blade straight toward gatron’s chest.
Paralyzed and broken, gatron could not resist. The indestructible armor of his chestplate shattered like paper before the Empyrean Divine Sword.
Pierce!
The divine weapon plunged into his spark chamber.
And at that mont—
Fenric’s senses jolted, a powerful premonition of death rippling through his mind.
(Note: In the original films, even human weapons could destroy Transforrs. With the protagonist’s Buddha Palm carrying such penetrative force, crippling gatron is entirely reasonable.)
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