C186 Eruption

C186 Eruption

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The halls of Sector 7 echoed with the sounds of battle—the clash of metal, the hum of energy weapons, and the unmistakable snap-hiss of Jedi lightsabers clashing.

The dim, sterile corridors, lined with steel and concrete, had been transformed into a blood-soaked battlefield. Lifeless bodies of the facility's personnel littered the floor—guards, technicians, scientists—all slaughtered in the Decepticons' brutal assault just an hour earlier.

Blood pooled beneath their corpses, smearing the walls and floors where desperate final stands had been made, leaving dark crimson stains in their wake.

Peter led the charge through these gruesome scenes, his lightsaber casting a pale, blackish glow that reflected off the metallic surfaces around him.

Decepticon corpses were scattered alongside the humans—crushed, slashed, or blasted apart.

Up ahead, a squad of nameless Decepticon grunts rounded the corner, their optics glowing as they spotted the approaching group. They immediately opened fire, their plasma weapons lighting up the corridor with deadly bolts of energy.

Peter reacted instantly, his reflexes honed by years of battle and his connection to the Force. He swung his lightsaber with precision, deflecting the plasma blasts with sharp, calculated movements. Each impact of energy against his blade sent a sharp vibration through his arms, but he held firm, advancing quickly.

With a flick of his wrist, Peter redirected one of the plasma shots back at the Decepticon who had fired it. The bolt of energy slammed into the Decepticon's chest, burning through its armor and sending it crashing to the ground in a heap of smoking metal.

Rocket's voice echoed behind him, his blaster spitting a barrage of fire as he darted between cover. "Quill, we've got more on the left!"

Peter twisted just in time to see another group of Decepticons emerging from an adjoining corridor, their weapons trained on him and his team.

Without hesitation, Peter extended his free hand, summoning the Force in a powerful wave. The invisible energy slammed into the oncoming Decepticons like a wrecking ball, sending them flying backward.

*Boom!*

They crashed into the walls with bone-shattering force, their bodies crumpling on impact.

"Move up!" Peter called, leading the way forward. His lightsaber cut through the air, its black blade slicing through the nearest Decepticon's arm, severing the limb cleanly.

Sparks flew as the machine screamed in pain, but Peter didn't hesitate—he spun, bringing his saber down in a brutal arc that cleaved through the Decepticon's torso.

Metal crunched as the body collapsed in two halves, its optics dimming as it fell lifeless to the ground.

Behind him, the rest of the team surged forward.

Mace Windu's purple lightsaber hummed to life as he stepped into the fray, moving with the deadly grace of a master duelist. His saber cut through the next Decepticon with ease, the blade slicing through its metallic neck in a single fluid motion. The head toppled from its shoulders, sparks erupting as the Decepticon fell into pieces.

Cosmo, barking excitedly, launched herself at another Decepticon, using her telekinesis to debris from its fallen allies at the massive machine.

Robot body parts and twisted metal scraps struck with enough force to dent the Decepticon's armor, and before it could retaliate, Groot's massive form surged forward, his wooden limbs wrapping around the Decepticon's torso.

"I AM GROOT!" With a mighty roar, Groot ripped the machine apart, its limbs torn from its body as it collapsed, dead.

Wanda followed closely behind, her hands crackling with red energy as she hurled bolts of chaos magic at the Decepticons, sending them flying back or crushing them under the weight of her power.

Beside her, Pietro blurred in and out of the fight, his speed too fast for the Decepticons to react to. He dashed between them, slashing at their legs and arms with a blade he found along the way, leaving behind a trail of dismembered limbs and confused, screaming Decepticons.

The moment he grasped it, the hilt ignited in a brilliant flash of emerald light, forming a massive energy halberd. The weapon glowed with a bright, sickly green energy, crackling with power as Megatron swung it in a wide arc.

The halberd cleaved through the air with a deafening hum, and with one mighty swing, Megatron shattered the barrage of plasma fire that had been deflected toward his forces. The energy blasts dissipated harmlessly against the halberd's blade, snuffed out before they could reach their targets.

But, as he swung, the weapon, built for a Transformer's colossal size, smashed into the walls around him with devastating force, the blade biting deep into the concrete like it was nothing more than paper.

Most of the Decepticons were too focused on their enemies to notice, their bloodlust and confidence consuming them. Even Starscream and the others remained oblivious to the impact. But Peter noticed. He saw how the blade dug deeply into the wall—far deeper than any normal strike should.

He felt it—something shifting, something breaking.

The Decepticons, bolstered by their leader's display, took defensive positions around Megatron, their weapons still trained on Peter and his team.

Starscream, ever the opportunist, sneered as he stood just behind Megatron. "Finally, the bugs have arrived," he hissed, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I've been waiting for this."

Bonecrusher snarled, his claws flexing as he prepared to charge. His hulking form and jagged armor made him look like a beast barely held back by a leash. "I'll rip the flesh from their bones," he growled, his voice a deep, guttural sound that resonated through the room.

Barricade, more composed and methodical, simply readied his weapon. His sleek form was built for speed, and his black-and-white paint job gave him the look of a predator lying in wait. His optics narrowed as he focused on the approaching group, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Megatron's optics flared, the gleam of his halberd cutting through the air as he fixed his gaze on Peter. "You dare to think yourself powerful?" His voice dripped with cold, calculated fury. "In the end, ants are still ants, no matter how peculiar. And I'll enjoy crushing you beneath my heel."

Peter's gaze remained locked on the spot where the halberd had struck. A slow trickle of water began seeping from the crack in the wall. It was subtle at first, barely noticeable, but Peter's heightened senses caught it immediately.

"Uh, I think we have a problem," Peter called out, his voice calm but urgent.

The taunting and jeering from the Decepticons stopped for a moment, confusion spreading across their faces as they followed Peter's gaze, seeing the problem with their own eyes.

Then, barely a second later, the wall began to crumble.

A deep groan echoed through the chamber as the crack widened, water rushing through with increasing force. The pressure from the Hoover Dam on the other side was too much. The crack grew larger, and before anyone could react, the entire section of the wall gave way with a thunderous crash.

A colossal wave of water exploded into the room, swallowing everything in its path within seconds...

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Meanwhile, close by, Bee led Optimus Prime and the newly arrived Autobots toward the Hoover Dam. Their massive forms moved swiftly through the night.

The Autobots, who had recently descended from the stars, had already been briefed by Bee on the situation. Alfred had transmitted the emergency directly to him, relaying the urgency of the Decepticon attack on Sector 7.

Bee's optics glowed with determination as they neared their destination, his body tense as he processed the situation ahead.

Optimus Prime, towering above the others, maintained his steady pace, his thoughts focused on the battle awaiting them.

"How far?" Optimus asked, his voice a deep rumble of authority.

"Just ahead," Bee beeped in response, his tones conveying both urgency and determination. "But we might be too late..."

As they finally arrived, a devastating scene unfolded before them. The Dam was collapsing, and a towering wall of water surged forward like a tsunami, roaring with unstoppable power.

The Hoover Dam had ruptured!

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