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MARVEL; TBC: 3- Interests involved.
🕑 Added 2024-04-13 22:42:00 +0000 UTCMoments before crossing the planet's atmosphere, Zibrock saw the planet in front of the ship, while thinking about what part of the world to reach.
He could do it in the desolate Antarctica, where creating bases or any advanced facility would remain out of human discovery, at least for the next years or centuries, or settle somewhere in America, only that he would have to face some problems once the terrain humans found out about his existence, and while they could exterminate and drive them away, that could well draw the attention of Asgard.
But while the other continents that the planet had offered a perfect spot to land and go unnoticed for a long time, they did not fit the vision that Zibrock had, and after thinking about it and analyzing the terrain of the planet, he came to the conclusion that the ship landed in the northern part of South America.
A strategic place with access to two seas, from what the analysis showed, did not present a very advanced technological level, which meant that they did not present a fight at the moment of subduing the earthlings established there.
"Begin the entrance to the planet over this location," commented Zibrock while he sent the exact location of the landing site to the Decepticons in charge of handling the ship. After this, the ship embarked on the landing, entering the atmosphere in the direction of the northern part of South America.
"Do not land directly, keep the ship at three hundred (300) meters above the ground."
"Yes, my lord."
It was not more than seven minutes before the ship was in the skies of a large port city, which had a wall, same that was being attacked by hundreds of ships on the coast. The situation looked like something out of an Oscar, with several ships launching projectiles, and although they outnumbered the defense of the walls, the latter was winning.
This made Zibrock stand up from his seat and smile as they watched the images on the screen, increasingly determined to occupy said territory, since if this was how warlike and 'powerful' its inhabitants were, once they encountered Cybertronian technology, it would make them rise to the top of the human cusp on the backwater planet. Which, in the end, would be more beneficial to Zibrock and his plans for a new Cybertron.
So making a decision, he ordered the ship's cannons to target the ships at sea, ready to 'save' the day and dispatch insignificant humans in his eyes at the same time.
"My lord, the plasma cannons are loaded and ready to fire." The gun operators said, with a noticeably cheerful tone of voice, that they apparently liked their job.
"Excellent, fire at will," Zibrock ordered without hesitation. At the same time, the ship's guns suddenly lit up a faint blue color, while a buzzing sound could be heard coming from them.
Moments later, the defenders protecting the walls witnessed an amazing sight, as from the sky, like a gift from God, fell 'rays' of light, striking the English ships that lashed the city of Cartagena for more than a month, destroying everything in their path and leaving wood, blood, and death in their wake.
"Prepare a transport ship," ordered Zibrock, making his way to the hangar. There, taking a ship that was already prearranged for him, he disembarked from the main ship in the direction of the great, pristine city below him.
As for the people of the city, they had also witnessed the 'rays' of light, moments later witnessing three huge unknown structures in the sky, flying like birds, as if the god himself had decided to descend to earth after millennia.
Zibrock piloted the ship until it reached its destination, disembarking from it and being escorted by six mechanical dogs (those used by lockdown in Transformers 4) and three Decepticons. The sight he received was a large crowd in front of him, dressed in strange uniforms and looking fearful, but at the same time longing for things they had only read about in books like the Bible.
Zibrock smiled at this, walking down the ramp offered by the ship and addressing the people, who took a few steps back in fear of the strange and fearsome being in front of them. Zibrock tried to speak to the humans, only for them not to understand a single syllable. Annoying him that, so with no other choice and without measuring his actions, his fingers reached out and grabbed a person, lifting him off the ground, and at the same time what little tendrils entered his nostrils and entered his nervous system.
Filling the previously silent environment with screams, while many reached for their bayonets and arquebuses, wanting to feel safe with them. However, the scare didn't last long, as Zibrock got what he wanted from the human, releasing him and putting him back on the ground.
"My name is Zibrock Lazarocke, leader of Cybertron's Decepticon outpost, but to you, I will be your god!" Zibrock spoke with an egocentric and reproachful tone, surprising the crowd that the being spoke their language.
Needless to say, the reaction of many was to remain static, not knowing how to proceed from then on, unable to comprehend the whole panorama in front of them, since, from one moment to the next, they were fighting against an English armada, only to be saved by a being who called himself their god.
However, that didn't matter to Zibrock, and without further ado, he touched some buttons of a controller on his forearm, sending a signal to the ships in the sky.
After that, over two hundred medium- and small-sized ships disembarked from the three ships overhead, beginning to spread out into various parts of the city, as Decepticons and service robots disembarked from the armed ships.
As for Zibrock, a larger-than-normal-sized ship landed near him, while four sturdy-looking, armed decepticons approached Zibrock.
"Briniac, Lyxor, Murdock" Zibrock greeted them, receiving a tacit nod from the three. "Start seizing all the humans in this city; I don't want any of them to manage to escape; besides, build a factory here; we need more manpower."
With that said, Zibrock leaned back and watched as the Decepticons under his command began an extensive hunt throughout the port city, capturing the humans, who could do little to defend themselves against huge robots equipped with all kinds of technologically advanced weapons.
Likewise, throughout this process, countless construction machines quickly and surely began to build a large base. It would be important to repair the three main ships as well as to begin the production of more support robots to help with the mega task ahead.
Zibrock returned to the ship, while his construction soldiers huddled under a series of construction tasks, which they did with splendid precision and impeccable order in a matter of days, several fortifications interconnected by corridors were constructed, while a large, fortified building stood in the middle of the base, with several heavily armed Decepticons and cannons being placed in strategic parts of the factory and base in general to suit and ensure defense.
Throughout this process, the city's population, numbering around twenty thousand humans, was put into huge compounds within the base, imprisoned from their freedom, but still unmolested by the Decepticons by order of Zibrock, who had a greater purpose for them.
The idea was to make all those people obedient, making them not oppose Zibrock and the rebirth of Cybertron in their former city and later, in their entire nation. Zibrock knew their situation, and while as advanced and strong as they were at the moment, they could not make any sudden moves with the humans on the planet and were subjected to being revealed to the powers of the universe.
Especially knowing that he had under his power the supreme spark and several seeds—highly prized artifacts in the universe—that would bring war to him and his plans if their existence was known on this backward planet.
So rather than exterminate the humans of this nation, which I had learned was called the Greater Columbia, a union of three huge nations with much wealth to use, and while I did not know the exact number, it would amount to over three million humans, which, if he indoctrinated them well, could become a very important pillar in the creation of a new Cybertron right in front of Odin's nose.
