Struggle…
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Behind him, familiar whirs and the sounds of engines humming drew his attention.

Cyclonus.

Scourge.

Sweeps.

They stood tantalisingly close to him.

“Y… you?” Galvatron croaked, vocal unit hoarse and struggling through panic.

Neither of them responded.

“My… friends? Right?” Galvatron swallowed, he could feel his faceplates twitching uncontrollably as he looked at them.

Their own faceplates didn’t move a nanometre.

“Please?”

“GO ON MY DEAR, ‘SAVE’ THEM”

“W… what?” Galvatron had almost… no, he just wanted to forget Unicron’s voice still spoke to him.

“PROVE IT, GO ON, SAVE THEM, I’LL WAIT, YOU KNOW I WILL”

The Sweeps hunched over, their wings twitching as if preparing for something.

Scourge and Cyclonus still stood, frozen, monolithic, their optics devoid of colour, devoid of emotion, devoid of anything apart from a gradually building… green energy.

“I’LL TAKE YOU BACK WHEN YOU FAIL, YOU KNOW YOUR PLACE IS WITH ME”

The duo’s optics were now completely green.

A shuffle from behind prompted Galvatron to turn, all the Decepticons were still stood there, confused, worried, nervous, but mostly, scared.

“Run! All of you! G… Get away!” Galvatron gasped fear shooting through his spark as he had no idea what Unicron was going to do.

Immediately the Sweeps flocked to the air, smothering the sky with their forms.

Startled and still panicked the Decepticons scattered in all directions, some running into Sweeps as the deadly flock began to land, others thankfully bolting over the horizon.

The unlucky ones were being throttled by the Sweeps, uncaring servo’s clamping over them and throwing them around like ragdolls.

The howling and fearful yells were an awful cacophony only dying when the Sweeps achieved their goal.

It was a ring.

They cleared out a… oh no.

Galvatron turned back around again.

Cyclonus had both blades drawn, Scourge had his dental units bared.

“Please, don’t do this, I don’t want t-”

Scourge lunged, claws stout hands colliding with his face immediately as his third-in-command charged him, claws going in every direction he looked. Galvatron could barely see past the barrage let alone look.

Galvatron screamed.

It was no one-on-one.

While Scourge had him pinned Cyclonus stepped forth and drove a sword through his leg, pinning it to the ground.

It felt as though his armour plating was paper thin and folding in on itself as if it were in a vacuum, all around the searing pain of the blade going right through his leg.

The strange thin feeling… Cyclonus was sucking out his energy!

So this is what it felt like…

Galvatron had weight on his side when it came to Scourge.

Fighting the swelling numbness in his leg Galvatron forced himself to roll over, easily taking his smaller, lighter foe with him.

Scourge snarled viciously as Galvatron’s bulk was atop him, dirt clung to the back of Galvatron’s leg as he ripped up the very ground he was upon to even move it with Cyclonus’s sword through it.

Hooking claws into Scourge’s collar, Galvatron stood up and heaved the wild Decepticon off the floor.

Twirling around he smashed the ‘con into Cyclonus who held his remaining sword aloft readying his next strike.

Both of them went sailing across the ground.

The only noise from them was Scourge, he’d barely stopped snarling since the fight began.

Galvatron grabbed the sword in his leg and pulled it out, wincing and gasping as sensation rushed back to his leg as the energon-soaked blade ceased to suck power from him.

A hand slammed into his wrist and Galvatron dropped the sword.

In an instant, it was swooped off the ground.

Snapping upright Galvatron was face to face with Cyclonus who once more wielded both weapons.

Cyclonus stepped forward swinging a sword, it barely missed Galvatrons throat as the latter jumped backwards.

Undeterred Cyclonus just kept walking, short, sharp whistles piercing the air as he made quick precise swings and jabs with his weapons.

The accuracy and aim, all were rearing to sever any part of Galvatron’s life-supporting software.

“Cyclonus… Cyclonus PLEASE” Galvatron held up a servo trying to show his pacifism, each and every swing just barely missing him as he continued to back away at speed, “I don’t want this!”

Cyclonus just swung again, the tip of his sword slicing through the outer layers of Galvatron’s palm.

Not a single emotion flickered across his face as Galvatron turned and ran, desperate to put some kind of distance between himself and them.

It was not to be, Scourge was already back and ready, waiting for his moment.

He descended upon Galvatron in a flurry of claws, dental units, punches, kicks and even his wing struts collided with any available space as Scourge dented and pulled at his plating.

Through the flurry of blue Galvatron could see an advancing figure.

Grabbing onto anything he could Galvatron twisted Scourge around throwing him once more at Cyclonus, wise to this trick now Cyclonus tried to jump and dodge but Scourge’s large, ungainly wing struts collided with his legs and brought the horned Seeker down with him.

“Listen to me! I’m not here to fight!” Galvatron pleaded a small dent to the back of his helm started making more trouble than it was worth as he tried to stumble upright.

“BUT THEY ARE THOUGH, WHAT ABOUT THAT?”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Galvatron grasped the sides of his helm groaning, a digit barely tracing that one small dent, cursing it for having knocked something in his cranial chamber to be causing such distress, “Hold it!”

Before him, Scourge and Cyclonus were already on their pede’s.

Scourge just didn’t stop, he was wild, leaping at Galvatron, claws in every direction while Cyclonus was slow, advancing quietly on any opening left by the blue berserker and taking a swipe.

Galvatron did all that he could and fled.

He doubted he could get past the ring of Sweeps containing this arena of theirs but he couldn’t fight them.

He didn’t want to fight them.

“Look!” Galvatron spun around, grabbing at his arm he wrenched the purple cannon from his form, “Weaponless! See?” He tossed the thing at their pede’s hoping it would work.

Instead, they continued charging, undeterred and only stepped over the abandoned weapon.

With a yelp Galvatron dived behind a rock, letting a sword collide with that rather than his face.

A handful of dust barred Scourge from another set of attacks.

There was no choice…

He couldn’t talk to them…

Not like this…

Not… like… this…

He was unsure how it would be, how it would sound. His lip plates wouldn’t stop quivering.

Scourge started a bellow, mid-leap, announcing his otherworldly fury.

Galvatron cut him off, a roar of his own.

This had to stop.

It had to.

Galvatron surged forwards bringing a fist up and slamming Scourge in the gut, his venting system immediately lost all air and with a yelp Scourge dropped struggling to collect himself.

A sword blurred past him, slicing a gash into Galvatron’s arm, severing a few wires.

Holding back the grunt, the pained wheeze and the fear in his optics, Galvatron reached out to the arm that swung at him, grabbing the wrists he yanked Cyclonus back, spinning on the spot he swung the seeker around before flinging them across the arena.

Several loud thud-like noises brought Galvatrons attention up, having recovered from the blow Scourge was up and in the air, wings beating menacingly as he swooped in kicking Galvatron in the face sending his former leader toppling backwards, bouncing onto his front

Satisfied with that Scourge landed on top of him, claws going to work at the plating on Galvatron’s back.

Uselessly squirming around in the dirt Galvatron struggled to get a grasp on the feral mech, the first solid thing he even remotely got a handle on was good enough and he tugged and pulled wildly at it, enraged snarls the only indication that it was any part of Scourge.

Furious at the touch Scourge thrashed wildly, only giving Galvatron the slightest leverage.

It was small but he had to take anything, rolling over Galvatron once again pinned Scourge under his weight, twisting around so he was face to face with the out-of-it Mecha.

The hate-filled snarls contrasted by such dead, vacant green optics.

It was chilling, Galvatron found his jaw mechanism flapping uselessly at the sight, words dying.

The useless flapping was better, Galvatron lower lip plate shook uncontrollably, the words still dying in his throat but running through his processor clear as day:

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…’

Fist raised Galvatron punched Scourge square in the face.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…’

He continued to punch, Scourge still wouldn’t fall unconscious.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…’

Another punch and this time at least his snarl sounded quieter.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!…’

Just go unconscious!

Just stop fighting!

He swung another punch down at Scourge as he still continued to squirm and struggle, only this time a sharp noise pierced his audios.

A sword swung through the space his arm previously occupied only just missing him by the most measly nanometre.

A quiet gasp escaped him as Galvatron lost all focus on Scourge, looking up at Cyclonus looming over him again.

The momentary lapse was all Scourge needed, undeterred by the barrage of assaults he just endured Scourge raised a clawed hand, successfully swiping at Galvatron’s face.

Galvatron shrieked, his optic going offline as huge gashes split open his face letting boiling hot Energon spill out.

Pain rocked through his systems as he pushed upright, processor and body screaming to get away from the pain but everything was too blinded by it to do so.

His hands clasped at his wounds, soft pained wails still rolling from his vocaliser.

With his vision covered Galvatron only heard Cyclonus transform before the Seekers jets blasted him clear off his feet, sending him sailing across the arena, coming down with a series of painful thuds as he skipped across the ground like a limp toy.

Galvatron could only whimper softly at his own pain.

What could he do against this?

Above him a dark shape circled before transforming again, glowing purple blades ready to strike again.

With a grunt Galvatron tried to roll over, to avoid the swing, only one sword went sailing overhead.

The other hit it’s mark dangerously well, the side of Galvatron’s chest split open like an overstuffed money-pouch the sword sinking in as if it always belonged there.

Galvatron couldn’t hear his own scream through the blizzard of agony, more vital mech fluid pouring out of him as if it had no choice.

He flailed wildly, spasmodic movements catching his assailant off guard, knocking him off letting Galvatron stand.

If you could call it that.

Barely upright, barely able to stand still Galvatron struggled and hopped, trying to do something, anything to just… just try!.

“It’s for your own good!” He whined, trying one last time to bed, to plead, to just stop, “PLEASE!”

A howl caught his attention as Scourge bounded back into the fray.

With a grunt turned gurgling-gasp of pain Galvatron grabbed the shorter mech, squeezing his throat between his claws and swinging the snarling shape upright holding him at arm’s length.

A spasm rocked through Galvatron’s body as he realised with a jolt of horror that not only was the wound to his chest seriously deep, but Cyclonus had left his sword in him, the hilt the only thing hanging out of him.

Purple ‘veins’ spread out across his chest as the Sword began leeching his energy…

Galvatrons free servo went out, catching Cyclonus and grasping his helm, but the Seeker didn’t care, didn’t even bother to swing his remaining sword, he just pushed onwards, pressing his face further into Galvatron’s hand. Simply trying to bulldoze through anything the former leader had left.

Scourge had not stopped struggling either.

Feeling familiar heat prick at his optics Galvatron knew he couldn’t keep this up for long…

“Please…”

Decided to post the chapters I HAVE written of the Zelda AU to Ao3, which you can read here.
The other two chapters will be up tonight/tomorrow.

I don’t know when I’ll continue it truly as I have a lot of writing/stories going on at the moment, but posting what I had felt better to do than letting it stagnate in my documents.

“N… no…this isn’t… NO NO NO… please…”

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Thought making a image would be the best way to explain my TFA Galvs which is long and under the cut.
EDIT: It became a story, there’s a ref for TFA!Galvatron you can read to get his personality though this is the longer/fleshed out story behind it.

Everything was almost going perfectly!

Sure the Lugnut Supreme’s had been taken over but Megatron knew exactly what he was going to do to that traitor when he found him… but right now the Autobot before him and his mockery of ‘flight’ were the real prize.

He wanted him dead and he wanted it now.

So when a bundle of Seeker clones swamped him, Megatron could only howl in fury at how they took after their creator and his backstabbing streak as they prevented you from escaping the exploding Supreme’s blast, he couldn’t even keep that blasted Autobot in with him!

Megatron at least tried, he attempted to fly out, continue the fight but all that did was fling him upwards.

Out and away from Earth.

The only satisfaction Megatron had was that he was surrounded by Seeker corpses, but with his current injuries and energon leakage, he’d soon be joining them too.

The long aimless float through space… hurt.

It was so vast and you so insignificant and the times you had to really make your name, your mark, on the universe were continually being thwarted even now.

With only himself to talk to Megatron was surprised when he answered back, yet also not surprised, after all, the energon-loss was surely making him woozy.

But no… Looking up Megatron saw himself, enveloped in a green fire!

Megatron, the other Megatron, stood there like space itself had warped to give him a platform.

The fire seeped from seams in his armour as if he was being powered by some ethereal force, the strongest you’d ever seen.

He wanted it.

The other Megatron smiled as if reading his thoughts, with an outstretched servo it spoke, voice echoing as if hundreds spoke in unison.

To you, it offered a deal.

The power for total galactic domination and revenge, in exchange for a partnership.

Seemed simple enough, all it wanted him to do was smash something for it.

What a loser, clearly whoever this version of Megatron was they traded their processing power for literal power.

Megatron smiled accepting his offer.

He took the beings offer and in the blink of an optic the flames enveloping his other self, snaked over to him then, he was burning, searing agony, stretching metal and molten heat poured through him until he was new, reformed.

And pretty purple.

Around him he saw the Seekers burning and melting, the same energy that had consumed him was practically burning away at their forms revealing new ones underneath.

The figure was still shrouded in green flame but it was different, it reflected his new form, it told him his new name:

Galvatron!

And these new troops – Cyclonus, the warrior and Scourge the huntsman and his army of Sweeps.

All this to destroy one measly object?…

Revenge shall be had.

Under his new master’s direction, he travelled to Cybertron and Cybertron fell before him.

He found that Autobot, parading like a hero, he found him and made him into a message for all to see, for all to know this was the beginning of their downfall.

It was so EASY.

Galvatron had never before considered simply charging Cybertron and taking it by force, even when he had more troops to command.

But this… This was so much fun!

The exhilaration of torment and destruction!

It was years of slaughter, and y’know what it felt good! So good it physically hurt NOT to kill.

It. Felt. Good. To. Obey.

But no, no, that voice was demanding, very demanding.

He told him he was no toy, not a thing to be played with.

Galvatron could almost hear it smile before his spinal strut was twisted and snapped.

Galvatron could only gasp and lay stunned, something deep in his processor telling him not to give the force the satisfaction of his scream but he could barely hold it back.

It would take a while for this to be repaired.

Especially when your own troops ran away from you.

Ungrateful!

You’d think after being released from prison and leading a successful charge against Cybertron they’d be happy? But no, they cowered from you and your lieutenants hurrying to avoid optical contact.

As Galvatron crawled back to his base, spinal strut popping with the effort, he could hear that voice again.

It was right, absolutely right.

It cared about him… it hadn’t run away! Surely… Surely that meant it cared… They were just spineless parasites running away from true power! Yes… That was it… That voice was always right… Just look at what it gave you! More than they ever did!

Cyclonus and Scourge took him away, deft yet quiet servo’s fixing your back seamlessly.

See? See!? They weren’t… they weren’t ingrates!

They were good!

They were strong! Loyal!

They rarely spoke, however… it just left more room for your master to speak.

Such quiet things, drowned out by the rumbling echo of your master… Galvatron almost didn’t see Cyclonus as he slipped down a corridor and into a dark room.

Arms hanging limply, covered in spider web cracks seeping precious Energon.

Galvatron hardly saw Scourge as he huffed and gurgled, Energon around his oral cavity gasping quietly as he barely took in any air.

Galvatron told himself it was alright.

The voice said something… Galvatron didn’t like it… Pet? Toy?

How dare it! He was strong, he was powerful! Look at how the Autobots cowered!

This wasn’t the strength of any pet or toy!

He belonged to nobody!

It hurt again, like a thousand needles piercing his processor, each one screaming as they went in.

Galvatron couldn’t remember where he was but he dropped and fell, rolling pathetically down some steps.

One who gave power can also control it and take it away.

It wasn’t like he was useless, unwanted and hopeless without Master… Right? Master was wrong… Right?

Galvatron didn’t need him to be strong… Right?

Yet it felt so… rewarding to go back to him, to do what he said, he could almost forget that his legs were snapped the wrong way that morning when he dared idle as his Master spoke.

It was only when that stupid Autobot that had taken command this time showed up. Galvatron didn’t know their name, he didn’t need to know the name of a soon-to-be corpse anyway. Yet this day the Autobot had the AllSpark around its neck, there was an urge to destroy that first.

That? That was the trinket his Master desired destroyed?

Pitiful!

But Master would be happy with it gone. Master would praise you. Master wouldn’t break your back again.

Fighting the Autobot was a cinch.

They had become hardened over the time you had spent chasing them, hurting them, thinning their numbers.

Yet still, this one faltered, preparation ill-compared to the real thing.

Make Master happy now, Galvatron.

The purple mecha lunged, claws spread and stretched ready to tear the throat from this new distraction but he ducked and dodged, speed being more this fellow’s thing.

Then again Galvatron found himself not aiming for the Autobot.

Need to get that glowing blue crystal around his neck…

It’s what Master wants! He’ll be happy when you destroy it for him! Then it’ll all be better again! It’ll be fine! Crush it for Master!

The tip of one of the two handles that adorned either side of it, snagged on one of his claws. It was enough and Galvatron twisted around mid-flow, bringing his fist up and directly into it’s glowing core.

And then everything… went.

It wasn’t like falling unconscious, no, Galvatron was conscious on some level but every sensor array had shut down.

Everything was gone.

Weird, strange, disconnected.

All of those words accurately described what he felt right now yet there was another thing.

Silence.

Master’s voice no longer rang in his head.

Galvatron frowned, or at least he thought he was, he wasn’t thinking the same.

Master wasn’t Master any more, instead, a new word… No, name, came up in his processor whenever he thought of him…

Unicron.

The name rang bitterly, yet sensations started returning to him and Galvatron felt almost as if he were in a stream, the cool liquids washing over him, clearing him of dirt and filth.

Just as quickly as it came it went and Galvatron could see again.

He was in a chamber, so tiny, his servo’s and pede’s clamped tightly in a pair of stasis cuffs.

Only two?

How pitiful.

Galvatron pulled and the cuffs around his servo’s snapped, a twitch of the leg and the ones around them popped off. A strong punch above him and the ceiling to this tiny place buckled and tore away.

Voices screamed and figures ran as Galvatron climbed out of the stasis pod they were attempting to seal him in.

Fools! They had nothing that could contain Galvatron!

Galvatron tore his way through a wall, part of it crumbling and crushing some Mecha’s leg.

They screamed, fear and pain making the noise intolerable.

For the first time in cycles hearing that scream felt… awful.

Panic flew through his Processor and Galvatron smashed his way through another wall.

If he just kept going in one direction surely he’ll be out of the enemy base eventually?

“WELCOME BACK” That voice, Mas- no, Unicron’s voice… It sounded so distant when usually it sounded so close.

Feeling dread poke at his spark Galvatron whined, optics going blurry as he furiously bashed his way through the base.

“THIS IS NEW, ISN’T IT PET?”

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, go away.

“DO NOT FEAR MY LITTLE PET” Unicron’s voice whispered quietly as a figure popped up before Galvatron, “YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO”

Galvatron screamed, what else could he do? He lunged forth, grabbing the figure, swinging it, beating it, clawing it, biting it, all until it stopped moving and something warm trickled down Galvatron’s front.

The last wall crumbled as Galvatron didn’t even bother to hit it, he just ran, burning ash and churning rust assaulted his olfactory sensors.

Galvatron flung his arm out, firing wildly at anything that seemed remotely person-shaped, continuing to charge across the landscape until figures that were slightly more familiar flew around him.

Only then did he slow, did he stop.

Did he look.

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His cannon still smoked and Energon was splattered across his frame.

Yet everyone else matched that kind of description too.

It was carnage, twisted carnage.

Mecha all bearing a familiar purple crest rushed not to look at him, burns and breaks littering their frames, fear in their optics, corpses at their pede’s.

Pain in their sparks.

“WHAT’S THE MATTER PET? WE WERE SO CLOSE TO WINNING THIS ALL, COME BACK TO ME” Toxic green energy tinged the rims of Galvatron’s vision and heat spread across his faceplates.

Others of these mechas looked at him too, but they had something else in their optics, hope? No, it couldn’t be hope… it was so hollow and empty…

‘My brethren’ Galvatron could hear a voice in the back of his head, a new one, grey servo’s stretching out to a crowd of faces.

It was him, but it wasn’t him.

‘Together we will liberate our home of the tyranny it has been crushed by’

No, no, it was all lies! Filthy dirty lies! Replacing tyranny with tyranny is no sort of liberation! You liar! You filthy, dirty, awful liar!.

More heat spread across Galvatron’s face.

It was Megatron…

It was him…

The lies, the manipulation, the pain…

It was all him.

“WHAT ARE YOU UPSET ABOUT? I TOLD YOU ONCE BEFORE, WE’RE NOT SO DIFFERENT AND THAT IS WHY YOU WILL ALWAYS COME BACK”

There was pain now, like hot claws dragging themselves over his internal systems, while cool hands rubbed at his shoulder struts like someone gently comforting him.

“N… no…this isn’t… NO NO NO… please…” for the first time Galvatron heard his own voice, tired, strained, pleading, begging as the tears continued to roll down his face.

They deserved better.