Transformers Galvatron Self Insert (TFP)

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Cybertron location - Kaon:

Kaon stood as a shining testament to Decepticon resilience, its jagged spires piercing the hazy skies of Cybertron. The scars of battle, inflicted during the desperate defense against Asmodeus' fleet, still marred the surface of the city. Craters from orbital bombardments pocked the ground, while shattered defensive turrets lay in heaps of twisted metal. Yet even in this state of damage, the hum of reconstruction carried through the air, a symphony of rebirth.

The battle had been hard-fought but decisive. Under Galvatron's leadership, Cybertron had repelled the invaders, shattering the Galactic Council's fleet and securing the Decepticons' foothold. Now, Galvatron's forces toiled tirelessly to repair the damage and prepare for the war to come.

Galvatron stood on the balcony of the Decimator, overlooking Kaon. Below, Vehicons swarmed like insects, clearing debris, rebuilding defenses, and repairing the towering superstructures of the city. Massive cranes hauled pieces of starship wreckage into waiting foundries, where they would be melted down and repurposed for the Decepticon war machine.

Drachen, approached. His crimson optics burned brightly against his new black and gold frame, a frame built to inspire both fear and loyalty. (It's just the same as before just some bit's now have gold.)

"Creator," Drachen said, kneeling, his voice resonating with respect. "The repairs proceed as planned. The damage inflicted by the Council's fleet is being addressed, and the city's defenses will be operational within a cycle."

Galvatron nodded, his crimson optics glowing faintly. "Excellent work. Cybertron must be ready to repel any retaliation from the Council. Cybertron will stand as the unshakable heart of the Decepticon Empire."

Galvatron leaped from the balcony

transforming, sweeping the air behind him as he made his way to the Decimator's hangar. The All-Spark rested within a containment chamber, its pulsing energy illuminating the darkened room with an ethereal glow. The artifact, the lifeblood of Cybertron, had been the key to its restoration. Now, it would complete its purpose.

Shockwave followed closely, his frame radiating anticipation. "It is time?" he asked.

Galvatron nodded. "The All-Spark belongs at the core of Cybertron. Only then will our world be truly whole."

The pair descended deep into Cybertron's interior, the path lit by the faint luminescence of ancient conduits that had once powered the entire planet. The chamber of the core was vast, its ceiling disappearing into darkness above. The very air seemed to vibrate with the latent energy of Cybertron's lifeblood.

Standing before the swirling vortex of the planet's core, Galvatron raised the All-Spark high. Its glow intensified, matching the pulsing rhythm of the core itself.

"Cybertron," Galvatron intoned, his voice echoing through the chamber, "your lifeblood returns to you. With this, you will rise anew, stronger than ever before."

He placed the All-Spark into the core, and the effect was immediate. A surge of energy radiated outward, causing the conduits along the walls to blaze with light. The chamber trembled, as if the planet itself was awakening.

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POV: Galvatron

The Heart of Cybertron pulsed with the All-Spark's energy, light radiating outward like the beating of a planet's spark. As the surge reached its peak, the chamber dissolved into brilliance, and I was no longer within the physical confines of Cybertron.

I stood in a field of infinite stars. The expanse stretched endlessly, the silence heavy with anticipation. At the center of it all, Primus emerged, his form colossal and luminous. He was less a physical being and more a manifestation of creation itself, his shifting metallic face layered with circuitry and a glow that seemed alive.

"Galvatron," Primus spoke, his voice rippling through the void like the echo of a thousand sparks igniting. "You have returned the All-Spark to its rightful place. Cybertron stirs once more."

I did not flinch under his gaze, though I could feel the weight of his presence. This was not just a creator. This was the architect of Cybertronian existence itself.

"And yet you hesitate," I said, my tone sharp but composed. "Do you fear me that your plan of what was to be did not happen?"

Primus's optics flared slightly, his expression inscrutable. "I fear not. But I am... puzzled. You are my creation, and yet you are not. I see the spark of Megatron, my wayward child, and that of Unicron's herald yet it is entwined with... something foreign. Something I do not understand."

I allowed myself a faint smirk. "Then perhaps the great Primus is not as all-knowing as he claims."

The void shifted, images flashing across the expanse. I saw fragments of what I knew—Galvatron, his desperation to leave his multiverse behind. The original Galvatron had created a device to cross into a new reality, but in doing so, he tore a wound in the fabric of existence.

Then came the collision. My essence—once a human soul, fragile and lost—was hurled into this chaos. By some cosmic joke or divine design, my consciousness became entwined with Galvatron's. Three fused into one, creating something neither wholly Primus's creation nor Unicron's.

"You see it now," I said, stepping closer to Primus. "I am not simply your child, nor Unicron's herald. I am something new, something greater. Neither of you can claim me."

Primus's optics flickered, his tone darkening. "I see it, but I do not understand it. The multiverse is vast, and its intricacies are beyond even my design. But what you have become... it is a wound. A disruption. And disruptions, left unchecked, bring ruin."

The stars around us shifted, dimming slightly as Primus's light grew harsher. "You have brought the All-Spark home, and for that, I am grateful," he said. "Cybertron lives again because of your actions. My children will thrive."

His tone sharpened, and his form seemed to loom larger. "But I cannot ignore what you are. You are a paradox and abomination, a convergence of forces that should not exist together. You carry the spark of creation, yet your essence is tainted by chaos and... unknown origin."

"Your gratitude feels hollow, then," I said, unshaken.

Primus tilted his head slightly, his optics narrowing. "Do not mistake my confusion for weakness, Galvatron. You have reshaped the fate of Cybertron, yes. But you have also attracted forces beyond your understanding. Forces that lie outside this reality, waiting to consume it and bring ruin the likes of which you have never seen."

As he spoke, the void around us darkened, the stars fading into shadows. Faint echoes of multiple monstrous beings rippled through the space—a presence vast and unknowable, lurking just beyond perception.

"These are the horrors you have attracted," Primus said, his voice heavy with foreboding. "The multiverse is not infinite freedom. It is infinite danger. Beyond this universe lie beings that do not abide by the rules of creation or destruction. They are chaos incarnate, and should they take notice of you, even your strength nor that off every Cybertronian may not be enough."

I felt the faint pull of the All-Spark within my spark, a steady reminder of my power. "Let them come by the time they arrive we will be ready," I said, my voice resolute. "I have faced gods, and I have brought worlds to heel. I will not cower before the unknown."

Primus's optics dimmed, his tone softening. "Confidence is not the same as preparation, Galvatron. Take heed of my warning. What lies beyond is not bound by the logic of our existence."

The darkness receded, and Primus's light returned, brighter now, though tinged with something I could not define—hope, perhaps, or resignation. He extended a massive hand, a beam of energy flowing from his palm and enveloping me.

"This is my gift to you," Primus said. "A fragment of my essence similar to that of the Matrix of Leadership, but woven into your spark. It will grant you strength beyond what you know but your subordinate his experiments will enhance this, but it is also a reminder—a tether to Cybertron, should you ever forget where you began."

The energy coursed through me, filling my frame with power unlike any I had felt before. It was raw, primal, and ancient, yet it felt... right. Is this what Optimus felt like or the Thirteen.

Primus's form began to fade, the void dissolving back into the glow of the Heart of Cybertron. His final words echoed in my spark.

"Walk carefully, Galvatron. You may be a force of your own making, but even the strongest can fall when faced with the horrors beyond. Do not let your ambition blind you. Be more than your predecessors."

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Cybertron stepped back, his optics wide with awe. "Incredible…"

Galvatron rose and stood resolute, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Cybertron is whole. Let the galaxy tremble."

The effects of the All-Spark's return were felt almost immediately. Across Cybertron, dormant systems sprang to life. Ancient ruins, long abandoned and forgotten, disintegrated into energy and were absorbed back into the planet's surface. In their place, new structures emerged—sleek, towering cities designed with the efficiency and elegance of advanced Cybertronian technology.

The Well of All Sparks, deep within Cybertron's crust, overflowed with renewed energy. Streams of light cascaded from its depths, weaving their way through the planet's core and up to the surface. New Cybertronian life began to emerge—small sparks drifting upward like fireflies before coalescing into protoforms.

In Kaon, the first of these new Cybertronians stepped forth from a glowing pod, their forms gleaming with untarnished alloy. Vehicons and drones stopped in their tracks, watching in awe as their new brethren took their first steps. Some saluted instinctively, while others cheered, their voices echoing through the city.

Galvatron and Shockwave watched from a distance, the sight filling the air with an electric sense of purpose.

"New life," Cybertron murmured, his tone reverent. "Cybertron's future."

"Indeed," Galvatron said. "This is the beginning of a new era. Cybertron belongs to us now, as it always should have."

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Light.

It was the first thing I knew. Bright and warm, it seeped into the edges of my awareness as my systems activated for the first time. My optics flickered to life, focusing on the metallic walls of the pod I was encased in. The walls opened with a soft hiss, and I stepped forward on shaky legs, my servos testing their strength as they made contact with the smooth, gleaming floor.

Around me, other protoforms emerged from similar pods, their frames radiating with the soft glow of newly forged life. The air hummed with energy, a sound I instinctively recognized as the pulse of Cybertron itself. Above us, the conduits lining the ceiling pulsed with vibrant streams of light, their rhythm matching the steady beat I felt deep within my spark.

A voice echoed through the chamber, clear and commanding, its resonance grounding me as I took my first steps.

"Welcome, young ones," the voice said. "Welcome to your home Cybertron, reborn under the banner of the Decepticons."

I turned my optics upward, and there he stood—a towering figure framed by the pulsing light of the All-Spark. His armor gleamed like forged steel, and his crimson optics burned with an intensity that filled me with both awe and a deep, unshakable sense of purpose.

Lord Galvatron.

Though I had never known him before that moment, my spark resonated with recognition. He was more than a leader. He was the one who had given me life, the force behind the energy coursing through Cybertron's veins.

The First Steps

The chamber doors opened, revealing the gleaming city of Kaon in all its glory. I stepped forward with the others, the brilliance of the cityscape unfolding before my optics. Towering spires stretched toward the sky, their metallic surfaces reflecting the golden light of Cybertron's rejuvenated core. Vehicons marched in perfect formation along the streets, their movements efficient and purposeful. Overhead, Seekers soared in synchronized arcs, their engines humming a steady song of unity.

The city was alive, not just with the movement of its inhabitants but with a hum that seemed to echo from the very ground beneath my feet. It was a hum of purpose, a rhythm that seemed to call to every spark, urging us forward.

I turned to the others beside me, their expressions mirroring my own. Awe. Curiosity. A sense of belonging. Without a word, we moved as one toward the plaza where a massive statue loomed in the distance. Its figure was unmistakable—the raised arm, the mounted cannon, the unmistakable visage of Galvatron.

As we approached, we passed groups of Decepticons engaged in various tasks. Some repaired the defenses damaged in battle, their sparks blazing with determination. Others carried supplies, their voices ringing with camaraderie as they exchanged stories of past victories. Everywhere I looked, I saw Cybertronians united under a single cause.

At the base of the statue, a massive crowd had gathered. I found myself drawn into their midst, standing shoulder to shoulder with Cybertronians of all shapes and sizes. Despite the diversity, there was a singularity in their expressions—a deep, unshakable loyalty to the figure standing atop the stage before us.

Galvatron's presence was overwhelming. He radiated power and control, his voice carrying over the crowd like a thunderclap.

"Cybertron," he declared, his optics sweeping over us, "is reborn. You stand as the first sparks of a new age, an age of unity, strength, and conquest. Together, we will reshape the galaxy. Together, we will bring order to the chaos."

The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices merging into a deafening roar. I felt the energy of their excitement vibrating in my spark, a shared pulse that bound us all together. I clenched my fists, my servos steady now, and I knew with certainty that I was part of something far greater than myself.

Later, as the crowd dispersed and the city returned to its rhythm, I found myself standing near the edge of a bustling marketplace. Decepticons moved between stalls, exchanging supplies and energon, their conversations filled with excitement for the future.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" a voice said beside me.

I turned to see another new Cybertronian, his frame as fresh and unmarked as my own. His optics glimmered with the same awe I felt. "I've never seen anything like it," he continued. "This... this is home."

I nodded, my gaze shifting back to the towering spires of Kaon. "And Lord Galvatron... He's the one who made this possible."

"He's more than that," the other replied. "He's our savior. Without him, there would be no Cybertron, no us."

His words resonated deeply. For the first time, I understood the meaning of loyalty. It wasn't just a command or an expectation—it was a bond, a connection to the one who had given us purpose.

In the cycles that followed my awakening, I found myself drawn to explore Cybertron beyond the gleaming towers of Kaon. Each city bore the mark of Galvatron's vision, and with every step, I saw more of what it meant to be Decepticon in this new era.

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Location Cybertron The Bastion: The Fortress-City:

The Bastion was the first city I visited—a fortress that radiated strength from every angle. Its towering walls seemed to scrape the heavens, their surfaces etched with geometric patterns of defensive plating and weapons arrays. Turrets rotated methodically, scanning the skies for any potential threat. The air thrummed with the steady hum of machinery, a sound that seemed to synchronize with the beating of my spark.

The entrance to the city was flanked by towering statues of Galvatron, each holding a raised cannon aimed outward, as if daring anyone to challenge the city's might. The gates themselves were massive, sliding open with a grinding of metal that echoed through the surrounding plains.

Inside, the atmosphere was one of precision and discipline. Vehicons moved in orderly formations, their frames gleaming with fresh repairs. Heavy transport drones ferried materials to and from the foundries, their paths weaving between the towering buildings that housed weapon systems, command centers, and barracks.

A senior officer, a hulking Cybertronian with a frame built for battle, approached me as I observed the flow of activity. His optics glowed with a fierce light as he sized me up. "New spark," he said, his voice deep and resonant, "you've come to see the heart of Cybertron's defense and last Bastion."

I nodded, my gaze drifting to the massive turrets perched atop the city's tallest spires. "It's... overwhelming," I admitted. "I've never seen anything like this."

He chuckled, a sound that rumbled like distant thunder. "That's because there's nothing like it. The Bastion stands as a testament to Lord Galvatron's promise of strength and security. Every system, every weapon, every warrior here is dedicated to ensuring Cybertron's safety."

I felt a surge of pride at his words. "And the organics? Will they challenge this?"

The officer's optics burned brighter. "Let them come. They will learn that Cybertron is no longer a planet to be trifled with."

I spent the remainder of my time in the Bastion walking among its soldiers, listening to their stories of loyalty and determination. They spoke ofLord Galvatron not just as a leader but as a force of nature, a symbol of the unyielding will of Cybertron itself.

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Location Cybertron The Citadel: The Hub of Innovation

The Citadel was unlike any city I had ever imagined. Where the Bastion was a fortress bristling with weaponry, the Citadel was a sprawling metropolis of creativity and invention. Its skyline was dominated by factories and laboratories, their chimneys emitting plumes of energy rather than smoke. Streams of glowing data flowed along the streets, weaving between buildings like rivers of light.

As I entered the city, I was immediately struck by the hum of activity. Cybertronians of all shapes and sizes moved with purpose, their frames adorned with tools, data pads, and other implements of creation. The air was filled with the sound of machinery, the hiss of welding torches, and the occasional burst of triumphant laughter as a project reached completion.

A young Cybertronian, no older than myself, approached me with a data pad clutched in his hands. "You're new, aren't you?" he asked, his voice bright and curious.

"Yes," I replied, tilting my head. "How can you tell?"

He grinned, a mischievous light in his optics. "You're staring at everything like it's the first time you've seen it."

"Well, it is," I admitted. "What is this place?"

"This is the Citadel," he said proudly. "The birthplace of ideas. If the Bastion is the hammer, we're the forge. Everything you see—the weapons, the defenses, even some of the ships—was designed here."

I looked around, my optics catching glimpses of intricate blueprints displayed on massive holographic screens. Engineers worked tirelessly to bring their designs to life, their movements precise and focused. "It's beautiful," I said softly.

The young Cybertronian nodded. "And it's all for made possible by Lord Galvatron and commander Shockwave. Every invention, every idea, every creation—it's our way of repaying him for giving us life."

I couldn't help but smile at his words. It was a sentiment I felt deeply, though I had not yet found my own way to contribute. "He's given us everything," I said. "I hope I can live up to that."

"You will," the young Cybertronian replied confidently. "We all will."

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Location Cybertron: Stratos Tyrannis The Aerial Metropolis:

The city of Stratos Tyrannis was a marvel of engineering, its structures seeming to float above the ground on fields of shimmering energy. The city's skyline was a maze of platforms, spires, and bridges, each one pulsing with light. Seekers filled the air, their sleek forms darting between the structures with a grace that left me breathless.

As I stepped onto one of the platforms, I was greeted by a Seeker whose wings shimmered with polished metal. She tilted her head, studying me with a curious expression. "Ground-bound?" she asked, her tone teasing but not unkind.

"Yes," I replied, feeling slightly self-conscious under her scrutiny.

She smiled, her optics glinting with amusement. "Don't worry. We won't hold it against you. Welcome to Stratos Tyrannis—the sky belongs to us, but the city belongs to everyone."

I followed her as she led me through the city, her wings folding neatly against her back. The platforms connected to larger structures that housed training facilities, repair stations, and observation decks. Everywhere I looked, Seekers were engaged in combat drills, their movements fluid and precise.

One of the observation decks overlooked the city's edge, where the vast expanse of Cybertron stretched out below. The Seeker gestured toward the horizon, her voice filled with pride. "This is what we fight for—the skies, the cities, the planet itself. Lord Galvatron gave us this, and we'll protect it with everything we have."

Her words stirred something within me. "He's more than a leader," I said quietly. "He's our future."

She nodded, her expression softening. "And you're part of it now. Welcome to the skies, young one."

As I stood at the edge of Kaon's central plaza once more, watching the lights of the city twinkle like stars, I felt the pulse of Cybertron beneath my feet. The hum of the planet's core resonated through me, a constant reminder of the life and power Galvatron had returned to this world.

Each city I had visited was unique, yet they all carried the same unwavering loyalty to Galvatron and his vision. The Bastion embodied strength and the hope for a better tomorrow, The Citadel represented innovation, and Stratos Tyrannis captured the beauty of freedom. Together, they formed the foundation of a Cybertron that was unified and unstoppable.

I clenched my fist, the energy of my spark burning brightly. "For Cybertron," I murmured, my voice firm with conviction. "For Lord Galvatron."

The words felt right. They felt true. And I knew that I would follow him wherever he led, into whatever battles lay ahead. This was my purpose. This was my destiny.

As I stood at the edge of Kaon's central plaza, watching the lights of the city twinkle like stars, I felt the pulse of Cybertron beneath my feet. The hum of the planet's core resonated through me, a constant reminder of the life and power Galvatron had returned to this world.

I clenched my fist, the energy of my spark burning brightly. "For Cybertron," I murmured, my voice firm with conviction. "For Galvatron."

The words felt right. They felt true. And I knew that I would follow him wherever he led, into whatever battles lay ahead. This was my purpose. This was my destiny.

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As night fell over Kaon, the city transformed into a spectacle of light and sound. Massive screens displayed Galvatron's victories, from his first battle against the Autobots to his destruction of the DJD to the battle against Asmodeus' fleet. Fireworks exploded above, illuminating the rebuilt spires in vibrant colors.

The crowd roared as Galvatron stepped onto the stage at the plaza's center, his presence commanding absolute attention. Drachen and Shockwave stood at his side, their imposing frames a silent reminder of Galvatron's might.

"Decepticons!" Galvatron's voice thundered, amplified by the plaza's sound system. "Look around you! See what we have built! See what we have reclaimed! This is Cybertron, reborn under our banner, forged by our strength! Not under the Great betrayer nor the Prime's but under us the common bots we have saved Cybertron."

The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices echoing through the city.

"But this is only the beginning," Galvatron continued, his tone fierce. "The Galactic Council dares to oppose us. They dared to bring their war machines to our world, and we crushed them. Now, we will take the fight to them. Their fleets, their worlds, their arrogance—it will all fall before the might of the Decepticon Empire!"

The crowd roared louder, chants of "ALL HAIL GALVATRON!" shaking the plaza.

Shockwave stepped forward, raising a clawed hand. "For Cybertron! For Lord Galvatron! Let the galaxy know that we are coming!"

The cheers reached a fever pitch as the Decepticons rallied around their leaders, their loyalty and eagerness for war undeniable.

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The following day, in the Decimator's command chamber, Galvatron stood over a holographic map of the galaxy. Shockwave and Drachen flanked him, their expressions resolute.

"The fleet is ready," Shockwave reported. "Repairs are complete, and production of new warships is ahead of schedule. Cybertron's defenses are fully operational."

"The troops are eager," Drachen added. "Morale is higher than ever. They are ready to follow you into battle, my Lord."

Galvatron's optics glowed with satisfaction. "Then it is time. The Galactic Council believes they can hold us back, but we will prove them wrong. We will strike fast and hard, crippling their ability to respond."

He gestured to the map, highlighting several frontier sectors in red. "These are our targets. Lightly defended outposts, supply depots, and trade routes. We will sweep through their territory, leaving nothing but ruin in our wake."

Shockwave inclined his head. "Resistance is anticipated, but their forces will be ill-prepared for the speed and efficiency of our assault."

Galvatron smirked. "Let them try. The Decepticons are unstoppable."