Transformers Galvatron Self Insert (TFP)

After a prolonged delay, the moment has arrived—a decisive step that I've deferred for far too long.

The Omega Lock, the harbinger of Cybertron's revival, holds the promise of restoration.

This pivotal device is the key to breathing life back into our fading world.

The time has come for Shockwave and I to embark on a journey to the unforgiving Sea of Rust, to unveil the Omega Lock's secrets, and awaken its dormant power—without the need for the elusive Omega Keys.

Stepping to the edge of my throne room, a regal aura encompassing me, I take a leap of both faith and purpose. Transforming into my sleek and powerful jet form, I rocket toward Shockwave's citadel with an unwavering determination.

My gaze sweeps over Decepticon territory, taking in the transformations that have occurred beyond mere metal and circuitry.

The once ailing morale of our troops has seen a resurgence, their worn armour and outdated weaponry replaced by a renewed with new and improved weaponry and equipment.

As I soar through the skies, the landscape unfolds beneath me like a mosaic of renewed ambition. It's as if the very ground has absorbed the energy of our aspirations, sprouting new opportunities amidst the shadows of war.

The flicker of energon lights across the horizon signals the resilience of those who refuse to be consumed by chaos.

Our efforts haven't been in vain. The automated factory stands testament to our resilience, wresting itself from the clutches of reliance on Energon-based weapons.

With a calculated forcefulness, we've ushered in the era of solar power and electricity, diversifying our energy sources

In our pursuit of innovation, we've dared to venture into the realm of Synthetic Energon, testing its potency in the crucible of battle.

Approaching Shockwave's citadel, my anticipation builds.

His mind, a wellspring of genius, holds the potential to decipher the enigma of the Omega Lock.

Together, we'll forge a path toward Cybertron's renewal, harnessing its latent energy without the crutch of the Omega Keys.

It's a challenge that aligns with my goals to seek power, reshape fate, and ensure the Decepticon legacy stands unshaken.

As I touch down within the confines of Shockwave's lair, the thrum of machinery and the hum of his experiments resonate in the air.

____

Flash back:

Drachen walked purposefully past the experimental weaponry, exuding an air of authority that made even the energon cubes take notice.

Ten vehicon soldiers stood at rigid attention, their metal forms practically quivering with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

They were about to embark on a journey that would either make them legends or cautionary tales.

With a nod that carried the weight of responsibility that has developed since he took command of the Bastion, Drachen signalled for three of the vehicons to step forward. It was like watching a conductor guide his orchestra before the performance of a lifetime.

Drachen: "Straxus, Radeon, Blaze—take the devices and demonstrate their potential."

In that moment, me and Shockwave exchanged a glance that communicated more than words ever could.

We were like two parents watching their kids perform a risky stunt: part hope, part dread, and a whole lot of praying that nothing goes awry.

And then, it happened. The kind of kaboom that would make even Warpath green with envy.

The targets evaporated, the explosion sent our brave trio soaring through the air, and I'm pretty sure I saw one of them do a somersault worthy of an Olympic gymnast

As the smoke cleared and the vehicons lay strewn across the floor like a surreal tableau of mechanoid chaos, all eyes turned to Shockwave.

His optic pulsated with a mix of surprise and suspicion, as if even he couldn't believe the level of mayhem that had just unfolded.

Drachen rushed to their side, his concern palpable. These soldiers were more than just assets; they were his soldiers and his creators legacy.

And as he examined them, it became apparent that the experimental weaponry had not only lived up to its name but had also left its mark in a rather explosive manner.

In the aftermath, Shockwave went into full-on scientist mode, whisking the injured Vehicon's away to his lab faster than a turbo-charged Velocitronian.

We watched as he tinkered, adjusted, and optimized, transforming the broken soldiers into something that could only be described as Cybertronian superheroes.

So, while the initial test had resulted in unintended acrobatics, it also showcased the raw potential of our creations.

The weaponry might have exploded like a malfunctioning starship, but it had also shown us a glimpse of what it could become with a little fine-tuning.

And now, with the first batch of vehicons evolving into PBM'S, the possibilities seemed endless.

Every vehicon, regardless of their current form, looked at those experimental devices with a mix of curiosity and newfound respect.

Lesson learned? Sometimes, a little explosion is just the prelude to a magnificent transformation as a PBM.

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Present:

As I step into his laboratory, I find Shockwave already waiting—ever the meticulous planner, he is.

Galvatron: "Shockwave, you and I will venture to the Sea of Rust. The Omega Lock should be hidden there, masquerading as an inconspicuous building."

Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron, your intelligence is undeniable, but allow me to voice a query. While I dare not question your knowledge, I must admit that in the latter stages of the Fall of Cybertron, I was stationed in a my personal research facility, and yet I failed to identify the Omega Lock."

It's intriguing to witness Shockwave's audacity to validate my understanding, ensuring my command is based on solid ground. It's a testament to my evolution—I won't spiral into the abyss of Megatron's rule, surrounded by sycophants and boot-lickers.

Galvatron: "Shockwave, I welcome your inquiry, for it proves your dedication to accuracy. Rest assured, my awareness is infallible. Any alteration would necessitate a disruption in the timeline, a feat nearly unattainable unless orchestrated by another force—nigh impossible."

Shockwave nods, his gaze unyielding, his voice resolute.

Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron, while the odds are slim, we must acknowledge the plausibility of temporal manipulation. If you possess such an ability, logic dictates others could as well. Thus, it's crucial to establish countermeasures against any improbable yet conceivable adversities, ensuring the stability of the Decepticon Empire."

Galvatron: "Your logic is sound, Shockwave. After our foray into the Sea of Rust, continue your research unabated, but allocate resources to devise strategies against all foreseeable threats. Failure is not an option. Our search for the Omega Lock can not be further delayed."

It's an admission I've hesitated to make: I've grown complacent, overly confident. If I've traversed into this universe, there's a lurking suspicion that others might have done so as well. It's time to embody the spirit of Batman, crafting contingency plans that rival the Dark Knight himself.

And so, with the resonance of agreement, we depart.

___

With a calculated leap, Shockwave and I step out of the groundbridge, the culmination of a persistent search even with my foreknowledge—it's been a major annoyance, to put it lightly.

Instantly, Shockwave is drawn to the disguised Omega Lock, his optic flickering with a passion only he can manifest.

It's as though he's encountered a long-lost love, a sentiment I can respect.

For now, I'll grant Shockwave the indulgence, recognizing that within this dormant relic rests Cybertron's salvation.

Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron, the Omega Lock defies conventional detection. This technological marvel warrants further study. My ongoing projects can tolerate a temporary hiatus. Would this temporary divergence be acceptable, my lord?"

Galvatron: "Shockwave, take all the time you require. Unlock the cryptic knowledge of the ancients. The dawn of Cybertron's resurgence hinges upon your discoveries."

My own patience wears thin, the sensation akin to rust gnawing at my very core, a disconcerting yet impossible reality for the most advanced being in this universe.

The rusted frames of Cybertronians lying like forgotten dreams within the Sea of Rust only fuels my urgency.

One day, I'll cleanse that wasteland with fire, converting it into molten glass—a tribute to our ascendancy.

Summoning the groundbridge, I intend to depart, but a stark alert disrupts my plans.

[DECEPTICON EMERGENCY BEACON: DO YOU WISH TO ACCEPT? Y/N]

Accept, I command, my interest piqued.

[DECEPTICON IDENTIFIED: COMBINER BRUTICUS. LOCATION: 15 MILES FROM CURRENT COORDINATES]

Bruticus—a name I assumed lost after the tumultuous battle on the Ark. My memories, intertwined as both a Cybertronian and a human, fail to provide answers. Could he have survived, hidden amidst the corrosive grip of the Sea of Rust?

The possibility is intriguing. I envision their might, envision the role they can play in the newfound Decepticon Empire—a paradigm of quality over quantity. The absence of the Well of All-Sparks accentuates this necessity, driving home the significance of the elite.

With renewed resolve, determined to recruit Bruticus. In these times of shifting dominion, their prowess as a special operations unit is imperative, as crucial as the very energon that courses through our veins.

____

I initiate a groundbridge to the provided coordinates.

As the swirling vortex of the groundbridge envelops me, I experience the familiar sensation of being torn between dimensions. In an instant, I'm transported to the outskirts of the Sea of Rust—an arid landscape stretching out before me, like a barren canvas awaiting the strokes of fate.

My optics scan the horizon, and there, looming ominously, is the colossal form of Bruticus. The sight is awe-inspiring—a reminder of the formidable power that emerges when Combiners unite. The intricate dance of machinery and sentience that gives rise to these combiners is both art and science—a mastery of engineering and camaraderie.

Approaching the towering amalgamation of Decepticon might, I lower myself to the ground with an air of authority. The whir of machinery shifts to an expectant silence as Bruticus regards me, its combined form a testament to the unity of its components: Onslaught, Vortex, Brawl, Blast Off, and Swindle.

Bruticus: "Who...?"

Galvatron: "Bruticus, your Lord and Master has returned. Much has changed—I am now Galvatron. I have evolved, and I require your aid once more. Your failure on the Ark was, quite frankly, disappointing. But fear not, with time and resources, you can be improved and repaired."

The gargantuan Combiner remains contemplative, its optics scrutinizing me as if struggling to understand my intent. A moment of tension hangs in the air—the weight of history and destiny converging upon this juncture.

Bruticus: "We... serve you, Lord Galvatron, Decepticon Empire. We serve."

Galvatron: "Your loyalty shall be rewarded. However, hold on a moment. You... need help. Medical attention, now."

Bruticus inclines its form, a unanimous acceptance resonating through the individual components.

As I turn my gaze from the colossal amalgamation, I contact Drachen.

[COMMUNICATION ACCEPTED:]

[DRACHEN: CREATOR]

[GALVATRON: DRACHEN, I REQUIRE A GROUNDBRIDGE TO MY LOCATION. I HAVE A COMPANION THAT REQUIRES IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION.]

[DRACHEN: YES, MY CREATOR, THAT SHALL BE DONE.]

[COMMUNICATION ENDED:]

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As I await Drachen's impending groundbridge, a nagging uncertainty gnaws at me.

Upon my return to the base, I plan to delve into Bruticus's mind, unravelling the enigma of his survival.

I'll cross-reference my foreknowledge and reprogram the Combaticons to ensure their unwavering loyalty to me.

In the midst of finalizing my strategy, Drachen materializes through a groundbridge.

Drachen: "Creator, I have arrived. Is this the companion."

Galvatron: "Yes, Drachen, insure that Bruticus survives."

Stepping into the beckoning embrace of the groundbridge, I can't shake off the unease that gnaws at me, akin to having forgotten something crucial.

The explosion that rocks the base suddenly jolts my memory— The Autobot attack.

My soldiers plunge into action, and the automated defence systems activate with mechanical precision.

Navigating towards the nearby monitors, I witness Ultra Magnus and his Autobots including the Dinobots in action.

Good there all here after their sparks are extinguished Cybertron shall be mine.

I draw upon my charisma and start my speech.

"Decepticons! Today, the Autobots assail our walls, blinded by their futile ideals. Yet we stand as the architects of destiny, the masters of power. Let their efforts fuel our resolve. We remain united, unyielding. Their illusions shall shatter against our might. To victory, Decepticons!"

My rallying cry is met with cheers as the Decepticons rally, organizing themselves under Drachen's leadership.

Good now to get a Combiner on my side.

As I enter the room with the combaticons, I start to make them loyal to me by adding a couple of loyalty routines in their minds via their processors.

It's good enough for now until Shockwave comes back to finalise it.

After reactivating them, they look at me with fanatical devotion.

Onslaught: "Lord Galvatron, where do you require us."

Galvatron: "Engage the Autobots and act as a distraction while i snuff Ultra Magnus's spark out."

They nod and transform to complete their objective.

I might of messed up their minds oh well I'll leave that to Shockwave to fix.

I start making my way to the walls of the base and overlook the battle.

Drachen and the soldiers have carved a chunk out the Autobots, while the upgraded trio of vehicons engage three Autobots the spys, as i look over too Ultra Magnus and the Dinobots i see the combaticons engage them and Ultra Magnus left alone good he's mine.

Without hesitation, I transform and take to the skies, a determined course set straight for Ultra Magnus.

I target all my weapon systems to fire upon Ultra Magnus he notices and takes cover and shoots his ion blaster at me.

I channel Megatron's memories of battle and use them for myself.

I crash into Ultra Magnus and send him flying towards a destroyed building.

The ground trembles beneath the force of my power, i raise my cannon and start blasting at him.

He, of course, dodges and rushes towards me and i him.

The clash of our blows tremble throughout my frame

I feel the raw power of his blows, each strike testing the limits of my endurance.

My circuits resonate with the echoes of every hit, the sensation a symphony of pain and adrenaline

And i love it.

We dance across the battlefield, each movement a calculated manoeuvre, each strike a display of calculated precision.

He might be weaker than me, but his experience levels the playing field.

I anticipate Ultra Magnus's moves, weaving between his strikes and countering with brutal efficiency.

The battle becomes a deadly dance, a choreography of destruction.

But as much as i enjoy this battle, i must end it.

My cannon arm pulses with energy, and I unleash a barrage of blasts that create explosions of dazzling brilliance.

Ultra Magnus staggers, his frame wavering under the onslaught.

I seize the opportunity, closing the distance between us with blinding speed.

My fist collides with his chest, the impact echoing like thunder.

His systems falter, his optics flicker, and for a moment, victory seems within my grasp.

But Ultra Magnus, his resolve burning brighter than ever.

He summons his last reserves of energy, his blade stabs through my armour as if a last desperate attempt to escape.

However, with a surge of power, I channel every ounce of my strength into one final, devastating blow.

My fist pushes through Ultra Magnus's chest, the impact sending shockwaves through his frame.

His optics widen in disbelief, a mixture of surprise and resignation.

I hold his gaze, his spark flickering within his chest—a spark that once burned brightly with hope and valour.

But in this moment, his spark meets its end, crushed beneath my power.

As his life force fades, his optics dim, I pull my hand out, and Ultra Magnus falls to the ground, his body still.

I stand there disappointed with the battle, I thought Prime's second in command would put up a better fight.

But alas, i guess not. As i turn to leave the battlefield, I hear a thunderous roar.

Grimlock he disengaged from Bruticus and is now rushing towards me. Good, maybe he will put up a better fight than Magnus.

As i rush to meet Grimlock head first, his fiery sword crackles with power, and he swings it towards my head.

At that moment, I felt his vengeance to destroy me and avenge Ultra Magnus, and despite the injuries sustained during my battle with Ultra Magnus, i raised my cannon to fire at his midsection.

He crashes towards the ground, and his sword goes flying across the battlefield.

He gets up and rushes towards me again. Wow, that blast would've killed the average bot, but Grimlock just shrugged it off.

Okay, maybe i can match him in power. My body is the most advanced Cybertronian in this universe.

Galvatron: "You're rage won't be enough to defeat me, Grimlock."

My cannon pulses with energy.

Grimlock rises from the ground and stares at me with rage that would make Khorne proud.

Grimlock: "Let's see about that."

I barely dodged Grimlock's attack, I grapple with Grimlock. I could feel the strain in every fibre of my being as we grappled, a test of strength and willpower

But i can not fail. i am fighting for them, my Decepticons for a New Cybertron.

Just as it seems i would fail, a surge of power rushes through me and i send him staggering backwards i know i could not waste this moment so i raise my cannon and blast Grimlock with full power tearing through his body.

Just as i thought, i won a hand, reaches towards me, and rips my arm off.

I scream in agony

Galvatron: "Ahhhhhh."

I see a barley functioning Grimlock rise from the ground, and i ready myself.

Grimlock: "NO MORE CANNON YOU LOSE."

Galvatron: "You'll pay for that Grimlock."

As Grimlock staggers towards me, i send a final powerful strike towards Grimlock, and he falls backwards with a thud.

He lay defeated, his optics filled with defiance and vengeance.

I stagger towards him and bash in his head till there's nothing left.

Galvatron: " I told you, you would pay for that Grimlock."

As i struggle to stand, i know I've won after this. The war for Cybertron is over.

I turn my head, my right arm with my cannon is lying on the ground, emitting sparks, smoke, and leaking energon.

As i lift my head and overlook the battlefield once again.

The remaining Autobots are dead, and the Dinobots are dead. i guess they lost their focus without Grimlock, and when they saw him killed, Bruticus took advantage.

My army did exceptionally well, and even though some look worse than before, they will heal.

I see Drachen by Primus he looks magnificent. The amount of dead Autobots surrounding him is a testament to his power and skill.

Galvatron: "Decepticons on this day we have won the War For Cybertron is over and Cybertron is ours now go celebrate for tomorrow we have a world to fix."

I hear the Decepticons laugh and collect their wounded and bring them back to base, Drachen approaches me.

Galvatron: "Drachen, I require medical attention, and my arm reattached."

Drachen nods in acceptance, and as we turn to base, we hear a loud crash. we snap our heads to the sound, and it's Bruticus, and he collapsed, probably injured.

Galvatron: "And Bruticus requires medical attention also get some of the Vehicon's to haul his body back to base I require rest."

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Shockwave Pov:

The groundbridge hummed as I arrived back at the Decepticon base. My mission to complete the data from the Omega Lock requires more of my equipment from my laboratory.

I expected the usual calm and orderly atmosphere of our fortress, but what met my optic was a sight that could only be described as... chaotic.

Shockwave: "Intriguing. It appears that in my absence, chaos has become the order of the day."

The once-majestic Bastion, a symbol of Decepticon might and authority, now bore the scars of battle.

Smoke wafted from multiple fractures in its structure, and the acrid scent of scorched metal stung my sensors.

Shockwave: "I shall have to conduct a thorough damage assessment. This is hardly acceptable."

I strode forward, my single optic locked onto a colossal heap of metal sprawled across the ground.

It was none other than Bruticus, He looked utterly defeated, limbs splayed out in an almost comical fashion.

He survived.

Shockwave: "Bruticus has evidently adopted a rather... unique form of relaxation."

But the most perplexing sight was yet to come. Galvatron, our indomitable leader, stood there, missing his right cannon arm, which had been replaced by a jagged stump emitting sparks.

Shockwave: "Ah, Lord Galvatron. It seems you've embraced the concept of... 'limbless' fashion. Quite the avant-garde choice."

Galvatron turned his steely glare toward me, his optics narrowing in irritation.

Galvatron: "Shockwave, I've had enough for one day. Spare me your observations."

Shockwave: "Of course, Lord Galvatron. I shall focus on the matter at hand."

As I conducted my analysis of the damaged Bastion, I couldn't resist the urge to mutter to myself.

Shockwave (under my breath): "Who would have thought that Galvatron would become a trendsetter in the 'one-armed tyrant' look?"

Galvatron's optics flared with annoyance, but before he could respond, a message crackled over the comms.

[COMMUNICATION RECEIVED:]

[DRACHEN: CREATOR]

[DRACHEN: I HAVE GOOD NEWS. THE AUTOMATED REPAIR DRONES HAVE BEEN ACTIVATED, AND WE SHALL HAVE THE BASTION BACK TO OPTIMAL FUNCTIONALITY IN NO TIME.]

Galvatron: "Excellent, Drachen. Proceed with all haste."

Shockwave: "It appears, Lord Galvatron, that our predicament is being addressed. Could you fill me in as to what happened while i was gone."

Galvatron: "Indeed, Shockwave. Our base got attacked by the Autobots including Ultra Magnus and the Dinobots they cease to function obviously and we won the War on Cybertron but we did not go unscathed, I require you to help reprogram the Combaticons to be loyal to me and help lead affairs whilst i recover."

With that, Galvatron turned to leave

Now, i split my attention to overseeing the repair efforts, and I resumed my analysis of the Bastion's damage.

In this moment, i regret coming back.

A/N

(So what do you guys think? i tried my best with this. i hope it was good if you guys have any questions ask, and I'll respond as quickly as i can.)

(And there will be an interlude for the separate battles of Drachen, the trio of upgraded Vehicon's.)

(Oh, and i released a new story on Webnovel and Spacebattles it's a Megatron Self-Insert)