Here is the OOC Thread.
Upon the auspices of Lord Megatron, you have been invited to attend a dinner located at the city-state of Vos, of which Supreme Emperor Megatron himself will host. This is a rare opportunity, for many of whom Megatron likely despises since they are organic lifeforms, to see Cybertron in all of her glory. This mass-telegram is being issued to many nations as possible, presumably for diplomatic means and for goals that are classified and that only Lord Megatron and his High Lords and his Builder Assembly may know about.
I hope that your trip here shall benefit the glorious Cybertronian Empire! Hail Megatron! Hail Cybertron!
Signed,
Scorponok, Decepticon General on Nebulos.
Megatron paced up and down the halls of the Main Room, datapad in hand. Clearly, Megatron wasn't in the best of moods. After all, he was forced to acquiesce with his long-standing hatred of organic lifeforms for the rest of the solar cycle. He had fought against the Autobots, whom championed equality between the mechanical and organic races in the galaxy, and even dared to pursue peace with the damned technophobic Black Box Consortia of all things... well, that was only under Guardian's command; the rest either sought neutrality or to exterminate the entirety of the Consortia. Megatron's hatred of organic races was ever the more prevalent with the Human Confederacy, who forced the Cybertronians into the Allowed Zone for several decades until Megatron stopped trying to curry their favour and outright invaded their forces after Galvatron, which was Megatron cloned by Unicron, tried the same attempt and failed, causing three colonies to be sterilized, and thus vivisected live by the best scientists the Builders had to offer and transformed into the G-Virus.
Suddenly, a courier by the name of Lunarbleak flew towards him. She was a small and timid green and blue Micromaster, almost a head smaller than the tyrannical Macromaster in front of her. She seemed to transform into some sort of car.
"So, I have to be stuck with these damn organics for the rest of the day?" Megatron growled at the courier.
"Well, not stuck. But, yes, I'm afraid, my dear lord," Lunarbleak timidly replied.
Megatron sighed in exasperation, muttering both Cybertronian and Earthen profanity under his breath, and began to walk towards his throne. "Fine, fine. Commence with the meeting. Go have Soundwave stand at the door to the Pavilions and have him greet them. Have Confektor go cook some food. I don't care if it's dead Autobots; I just want some damn food on the table."
Terrified, Lunarbleak nodded at repeatedly at Megatron and transformed into a jet, quickly darting out of the open doors of the Pavilions to the Offices of the Inquisition nearby. Megatron then decided to stand up and look out of a window down at the Plaza below. Propaganda was on constant repeat, with a alluring drone of "Lord Megatron will lead the Cybertronian race! Hail Megatron! Death to organic life!", and down below the holoprojectors was hundreds of Cybertronians either travelling to a shop or clergy or saluting the holoprojector in Megatronist fervour. Megatron also saw some MCSF agents accosting and brutalizing a worker, presumably for committing one of the many, many crimes deduced as such by the Book of Jurisprudence. Certainly, that would have to be rectified by means of Shadowplay or Empurata. After that, they dragged off the worker into a non-sentient Cybertronian SWAT van, which then zoomed off to their headquarters for "advanced interrogation" as they liked to call it.
The High Pavilions was situated on the top of a smallish metallic hill, angled at the plazas below in order to incite fear in the populace and to keep a constant reminder that Megatron is always watching over them. To be fair, the constant images of Megatron with moving optics saying "Megatron is always watching you" was satisfactory in that regard, but Megatron thought that propaganda should consume the minds of the populace in order to essentially create a hive-mind that was loyal to him, and him alone. The Decepticons were notorious for having disloyal commanders, and this was especially prevalent under his command, though Megatron had always responded brutally to exposed commanders, often having them sent to Styx or Grindcore. Some Decepticons even dared to try to defect to the Autobots, the bastards! But Megatron had them thrown into the Isolation Chamber, probably being driven to insanity at the isolation alone.
Now, Megatron leaned back on his throne, awaiting the arrivals of the visitors, of whom would be greeted by the Grand Inquisitor himself: a quiet and deadly warrior who disturbed almost all of his arrivals. While Soundwave spoke, it was through a quiet, robotic and yet deadly voice which emulated little emotion.
