great-warnovel Chapter 194 Complaint Letter
Chapter 194 Complaint Letter
Megatron arrived quickly, transforming from vehicle mode back into robot mode and landing on the platform. Optimus Prime arrived shortly after.
They didn't enter the core area of the lair, but stopped at the outer safety boundary. The giant monsters simultaneously raised their heads, and their optical lenses lit up one after another.
The largest individual stared at Megatron, and Megatron looked back at him, assessing his danger and usability.
After a while, Megatron's red optical mirror moved from Predaking to Shockwave.
Shockwave stood upright, his single red eye slightly lowered, as if in reflection, but in reality, his beloved scientific research data swirled within his brain module.
Optimus Prime's gaze toward the newborn giant was filled with worry and more complex emotions.
"How are they doing now?" Optimus Prime asked.
"It can respond to simple commands," Vector said. "Its self-awareness is developing, and it doesn't show any aggressive tendencies at the moment, but it has a strong sense of territory."
The largest individual heard her voice, blinked and stared at her, then raised its hand and pointed at him in mid-air.
"Don't scare the guests."
The giant ferocious beast slowly put its head back on its front paws.
Megatron watched this scene with a dark look in his eyes, his knuckles twitching slightly: "Shockwave, I'll explain later."
Upon hearing the clanking of metal joints, Yin Xiang's anger flared up again.
Now, the two culprits of the civil war have delivered themselves to her doorstep, coincidentally running into her uncontrollable rage.
"Perfect."
Megatron and Optimus Prime both looked at her.
The vector gestured to the outer platform: "Come here."
Megatron froze almost imperceptibly, and Optimus Prime also fell silent instantly.
The optical mirror that guided the vector slowly narrowed: "I am not inviting you."
The largest individual sensed something was wrong with her tone, raised its head again, and flicked its tail, seemingly willing to do it for her.
Shockwave immediately said, "Stop."
The giant ferocious creature glanced at the gravitational vector, then at the shockwave, and finally obediently lay back down.
Megatron finally took a step, and Optimus Prime followed.
The vector led the way, taking them to an isolated platform at the edge of the nest.
"Optimus Prime, listen to me."
Optimus Prime nodded quietly.
Megatron looked at her: "Are you planning to continue questioning me now?"
"Otherwise what?" The Graviton turned to look at him. "Wait until you two find a suitable time to create new problems for Cybertron?"
Megatron was speechless and looked at her quietly.
"I only beat you up before to let me calm down a bit."
Megatron fell silent in shock: "Your method of calming down is very effective."
"Heh, if you have something to say, I'll let you experience the magnetic gravity roller coaster again."
Megatron didn't argue with that anymore.
"Megatron, whatever your original purpose was, whether it was to overthrow the council or to make the voices of the lower classes and miners heard."
She sighed. "But you did lead the Decepticons into a civil war."
Megatron's dark red optical glasses hung low on her: "But the old system won't voluntarily relinquish power, and the Supreme Council isn't exactly a saint that will reflect on itself just because of a complaint."
Vector did not deny it, but reiterated: "Nevertheless, the consequences of your instigation of a civil war still exist."
Megatron defensively crossed his arms, but gave in to her gaze: "I'm listening."
The vector then responded without hesitation: "First, a public apology."
Megatron's red light mirror shrank slightly: "What?"
"As the leader of the Decepticons, I hereby formally apologize to the victims, survivors, citizens affected by the war, destroyed cities, forced exiles, and all Cybertronians whose lives have been altered by your armed conflict."
Megatron's jawline was taut.
The vector could see his nervousness and stared intently at him: "You have to admit it publicly."
Optimus Prime watched quietly from the side without saying a word.
Megatron looked at the city in the distance, which was still under repair and filled with lights and cranes.
After a long silence, he said, "Okay."
"The second item is economic compensation."
Let's continue with the vector.
"Your personal assets, unfiled wartime resources, and a portion of Decepticon reserves will be allocated proportionally to the Postwar Public Reconstruction Fund. Uses include public infrastructure repair, long-term medical tower maintenance funding, personal compensation for individuals affected by the Civil War, subsidies for the families of fallen soldiers, and reconstruction of urban infrastructure systems."
Megatron turned back to look at her, somewhat surprised: "You're going to drain me dry?"
The vector couldn't help but kick him:
"I want you to repay the part you emptied out of others during the war."
A hint of displeasure flashed in Megatron's optical lens.
Vector rolled his eyes: "Speak up if you have any objections."
Megatron paused for a moment and said sullenly, "The proportions need to be discussed; it can't affect the basic operation of the Decepticons."
"Okay, okay. The third point: restrictions on political action."
Vector sent him a file: "The Decepticon faction is still recognized as existing."
"But from today onwards, all large-scale military movements, energy and weapons deployments, and external operation plans of the Decepticons must be reported and communicated with the judicial authorities. Unauthorized armed conflicts or actions that override postwar laws and reconstruction treaties are not permitted."
Upon hearing this, Megatron became even calmer than before.
"You need to bring the Decepticons under the judicial system."
"Yes."
"But not the order of the Autobots or the order of Ironforge?"
Megatron stared at her, more like he was confirming something than questioning her.
"I am in charge of the order of Cybertron."
The vector understood and, as expected, gave the answer he wanted.
Megatron assessed the credibility of the promise and finally said, "That's fine."
She nodded in satisfaction, raised her optical glasses, and gazed at Megatron with a sinister look, her tone becoming eerie.
Megatron suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Fourth item, complaint letter."
Megatron: "...?"
Optimus Prime blinked slowly, and Shockwave quietly turned his single eye.
Use the vector tool to open an archive.
A massive tree of entries popped up, layer upon layer, densely packed with text, so much so that it seemed to crawl in the shadows, like a mental pollution condensed over four million years.
[Public Grievance System: A central repository of archived complaints from the Civil War era]
Megatron was as silent as if he had been muted.
The vector says, "Read."
Megatron closed his eyes to avoid the worm-like wriggling text: "If you want me to go blind, just say so."
"Prioritize categorized reading, real-name complaints, long-standing and repetitive complaints, and complaints of significant damage," said Vector. "If you want to see something that gives you a headache, then go ahead."
Megatron didn't want to, very obviously.
Simply click on a few of the vectors.
The first one is from Jack, and it's not anonymous.
[Complaint Target: The Decepticons as a whole.]
[Complaint: Did you just crawl out of a junkyard and are you already rushing to prove your brain modules aren't installed correctly? Last week you blew up the supply line, this week you blew up the repair station, are you planning to blow yourself up next week for everyone's amusement?]
The vector paused, Megatron stared at the complaint, and Optimus Prime subtly shifted his gaze slightly.
Another vector was drawn.
It came from Knockout, and there was no anonymity.
[Complaint target: Ambulance.]
[Complaint: A certain Autobot medical officer at a war zone makeshift medical station subjected this machine to unwarranted humiliation regarding its professional repair solutions, using highly offensive terms such as "overly polished showmanship." This machine demands that the officer publicly acknowledge that aesthetics and medical skill can coexist.]
The next one came from an ambulance, and it was also not anonymous.
[Complaint target: Knocked down.]
[Complaint: Knockout spent a third of his time polishing shoulder armor at the emergency repair site, a third mocking my toolbox, and only a third remembering the patient was still lying there. I suggest the Decepticon medical system prioritize treating his narcissistic glitch!]
BICk0 somehow moved these messages to the auxiliary screen.
Shockwave glanced at it: "The complaint contains a high degree of emotional noise."
The vector said, "Shut up, you have that too."
She clicked on the next message, and the jack was identified again by its real name.
[Target of complaint: Shockwave.]
[Complaint: Can that one-eyed purple lab disaster guy please lock up his crappy project? Last time his stuff almost blew through half a corridor. By the way, if he keeps spouting "logical" nonsense, I suggest stuffing his logic into a bomb, along with himself, into Megatron's chest!]
The shockwave subsided, and Megatron appeared to be filled with murderous intent.
Pretend you didn't see the vector and keep clicking.
One of the messages came from Red Spider, who tried to remain anonymous but failed, and she reasonably suspected that it was the work of Soundwave.
[Complaint target: Megatron.]
[Complaint Content: Some high-ranking commanders exhibit serious problems such as obvious violent tendencies, strategic arbitrariness, poor aesthetic sense, and a lack of basic respect for the Air Force. Note: This complaint does not represent any specific individual.]
Megatron slowly looked at the record and sneered.
The vector lightly added: "The system shows that the sender is Red Spider."
Red Spider wasn't present, but that doesn't stop him from being thoroughly exposed at this moment.
Another vector was drawn.
Anonymous, but the content is sharp.
[Complaint target: Megatron.]
[Complaint: You used to say you'd make sure we low-level clerks were heard, but all I see now is a civil war with countless deaths. If the Chief Justice were still awake, he'd definitely hate the state you're in now.]
The platform was completely silent.
Megatron stared at the complaint for a long time without making a move.
I was about to turn off the vector, but then I saw a short reply below the complaint.
[Response from the handling party: Megatron]
[Reply: She will understand everything I did.]
The timeline is quite early, probably shortly after the start of the civil war.
Megatron watched it back then, and even watched it again.
She continued scrolling down, and several more complaints were added to the same list, each one more scathing in its wording than the last.
[Additional Complaint: You just want her to understand you, not for us to survive!]
[Additional complaint: If this is what you call being heard, then I'd rather have never heard your speech at all.]
There were no further replies. Starting from a certain point in time, Megatron stopped responding to these types of appeals.
Megatron clearly sensed the skepticism and silent questioning from the Graviton, and he clenched his shark teeth: "Those complaints have no strategic value."
Yin Xiang looked at him and bluntly said, "It's because they insulted you, isn't it?"
Megatron's red optical glasses turned dark red, and his vector pointer pointed to the line of his reply, saying to him word by word:
"I can understand why you hate the old council and want the miners, the lower classes, the military districts, and the abandoned machines to be heard."
"But I don't understand why you turn all voices into gunfire, and those original pursuits into the plunder of power, and I don't accept that either."
Megatron stared at her, remaining silent for a long time, his fists clenched so tightly that the metal joints clanked and creaked.
He clenched his teeth, almost as if sharpening a knife, took several deep breaths, and finally uttered a few words:
"I will watch."
"Those who need a response must be responded to, but those who are right to criticize must not be retaliated against."
Before Megatron could say anything more, he saw the Graviton Raise one eyebrow.
Megatron: "...Understood."
Optimus Prime remained silent, but at that moment the optical mirror scanned between them.
The complaint system has been shut down.
"Fifth item, monitor."
Megatron frowned deeply this time.
The vector didn't give him time to open:
"Location and status monitoring device. You can choose the installation location: wrist, forearm, shoulder blade, chest, etc., but it cannot be hidden."
Megatron's optical mirror turned cold: "You're going to monitor me."
"Yes, you'd better accept it as soon as possible. I have no interest in arguing with you."
Pointer vector parameters:
"Location, form changes, basic mech status, combat status, large-scale energy fluctuations, and warnings for entering restricted areas will all be recorded."
Megatron's voice was somewhat somber: "I am not a prisoner."
"You almost were. Get this straight, the fact that you're still standing here negotiating with me, instead of listening to me read out your lifetime ban on action rights, is already a sign of my mercy."
Megatron stared at her intently, neither of them backing down.
A gentle breeze from the high platform blew across the nameplate on Megatron's chest that read D-16.
After she put it on him in Aquitron, he never took it off, letting the old name be firmly embedded in his body.
Megatron lowered his optical glasses, gave it a brief, seemingly casual glance, but then took a step back:
"Whatever you want."
Knowing his character all too well, the vector expert added for him, "What are the conditions?"
Sure enough, Megatron quickly replied: "You have exclusive access to the monitoring data; my information cannot be made public."
"Okay." Vector also took a step back, "But when public safety is involved, I will consider initiating a sharing review."
After confirming that she had finished speaking, Vector said to Megatron, "While I still have patience, is there anything else you want to say?"
"The Decepticons will continue to follow me, and my voice and theirs should be heard."
Optimus Prime finally glanced at Megatron, while Megatron stared at the Graviton.
"The people who followed me back then still have their demands."
After listening, the vector expert breathed a sigh of relief; this deadbeat actually had some sense.
"I will listen to reasonable demands," Yin Xiangzhu continued. "I will rebuild the remaining issues such as mining rights, basic social security, and energy distribution through the judicial system."
Megatron's optical lens brightened slightly.
"If you can provide useful legislative suggestions, I will record your contribution. If necessary, your name will also be added to the list of legal contributors."
Megatron was about to say something but froze instantly. His hand instinctively reached for her wrist but stopped in mid-air and fell back to his sides as if nothing had happened.
Besides his basic needs, she also knew what he cared about.
He wasn't selected by the leadership module, and Cybertron didn't acknowledge him either.
He used four million years of war to try to make the whole world shout the name Megatron, but he kept the D-16 on his chest, like a wound he was unwilling to speak of until his death.
The desires that were almost tyrannical and insatiable during the civil war were suddenly put in shackles.
Instead of directly comforting him, the vector said, "But on the condition that you behave yourself."
Megatron recovered from his momentary stiffness and stunned silence, and after a long pause, said, "I will comply."
Yin Vector stared at him, confirming that he was somewhat sincere, and his complexion improved.
"Your draft public apology and asset list must be submitted to the judicial authorities within three Cyberstar days."
"The monitor will be installed tomorrow."
"We'll start reading the complaint letter today."
"..."
"Um?"
Megatron composed himself.
She then turned her head and looked at Optimus Prime, who knew he was doomed.
"Now it's your turn."