[b]Carbombya: The Man Behind the Curtain[/b]

It was a harsh realization that it wasn't a simple Unicron artifact possessing people but a full blown Unicron cult in action. Empowered individuals are dangerous enough but a cult the size implied here doesn't act without one of Unicron's direct subordinates leading them. The question was who was it? The Blendtrons? Tarantulas? Megatronus? The last was the most worrying. It'd taken the most advanced Transtech weapons to drive off Liege Maximo, Megatronus would be impossible for them to defeat currently.

"We have to tread very cautiously. Depending who organized this cult we could be walking into a slaughter regardless of what tweaks I make to our weapons." The Transtech's tone made the seriousness of the situation clear.

Megatron however saw this as an all or nothing moment. The fate of reality would be decided here or so he thought. "Our best bet is to reveal the cults presence and get everyone to attack them at once. If we don't stop them here and now we probably won't stop them at all."

The mysterious individual continued to watch their plotting through the dead shoe curious to see just how far they were willing to go. After all their plans were ultimately pointless as there was precious little they could actually hope to do to stop what had been set in motion. Unicron was not something that could ever be fully destroyed, merely delayed. And all the fighting currently going on in this new mess of a reality was fueling the Chaos Bringer.

"I seriously doubt anyone is going to take shoeformers seriously enough to send a full invasion force Joe. The best we can hope for is fodder to distract the shoes long enough for us to find their leader. But it's certainly worth a try."

The overlord was amused by their desperation and decided to rub salt in the wound.

"You must realize there is nothing you can do. I've already won. If you wish to try you luck be my guest but you won't like the outcome."

The group was shocked to see a hologram being projected off the shoe's corpse. It was a shadowy apparition the only detail that could be discerned was his orange eyes. His voice too distorted to identify. The individual seemingly unconcerned with their plans. 

Megatron laughed at the boasting. "Your arrogance will be your downfall." The Predacon's taunt laced with irony.

"I suppose you'd know something about that wouldn't you Megatron. But unlike you my plans actually work."

Megatron could barely contain his rage. This was personal now and he was going to rip Unicron's servant apart.