It had been a few stellar cycles since the Cybertronian Empire had declared an official declaration of war on The Imperial Federation. Megatron had issued an official statement that included: more propaganda would be created and would be issued every cycle, martial law would be declared (well, it already unofficially was), and all Decepticon troops would be prepared to be sent to a colony for the war. The Decepticons had recently dealt with the return of the Resistance, though they were antroids compared to The Imperial Federation.
Inside the High Pavilions, Megatron sat on his throne, pondering the recent events that had transpired. Undoubtedly, Blackwood would invade Animatros; it was the nearest colony to Cybertronian space, after all. Megatron had ruled with a tyrannical servo for eons, had fended off the Galactic Council and even ripped many of their colonies from them, and was still warring with the Human Confederacy, and he wouldn't let Victor Blackwood's feeble attempts at crushing his empire stop him, nor would he let the attempts of the loose conclave of nations called the Liberators defeat him. Several of Megatron's highest-ranking generals - Scorponok, Clench, Magmatron, Gnashteeth, Obsidian, Strika, Galvatron II (created by the G-Virus, not the original) and (somehow) Starscream - stood in front of him.
How Starscream had survived to this point was beyond him.
Starscream had proven to be an arrogant, snide, delusional, treacherous, narcissistic, sociopathic (the last of which wasn't as bad as Megatron's sociopathy) cretin who was more interested in self-aggrandizing himself rather than mechanical supremacy. It was all due to Starscream's indestructible spark, brain module and T-Cog that he managed to escape certain death multiple times. Perhaps it was Starscream's immortality that made him rise through the ranks even though Megatron had tried to kill him several times?
Megatron raised a glass of Engex Wine to his lips and issued commands to his generals. "You are to travel to Animatros and raise its defences in anticipation for an attack by Imperial forces. Starscream, you are to rally together the Aerospace Command and prepare to send out as many small fleets as possible to defend the Empire and to prepare to invade the Federation. Clench, you are to remain here to defend Cybertron from any attacks. Gnashteeth, you perform your usual business with your Darksyders. Obsidian and Strika, you two are to oversee and aid Shockwave, Sygnet and the Autobot scientists - the latter of whom have decided to align with us - the creation of Galva Convoy. Galvatron and Magmatron, you two shall oversee the creation of the artificial planet Nemesis. Am I clear?"
"Yes, sir," the generals responded, and then they proceeded to walk out of the room. Megatron looked through the panel of external oval windows in front of him. Soldiers were walking down the streets in perfect sync; as if they had practised this for hours. It was a military demonstration to show the might of the empire for propaganda purposes. The Decepticons were the dominant force in the galaxy, and that would be shown to the populace in as many ways as possible to ensure they are indoctrinated utterly. Scorponok's troops had mobilized, separating from the rest of the military, still in sync, and they would depart in the Semper Tyrannis, Scorponok's flagship. Next to depart would be Starscream, and then Gnashteeth, Galvatron, and finally Magmatron.
He grinned to himself. "Today shall be the day the Federation and those damned Liberators fall..."