The Chaos-Bringer [IC/All-Tech/Signup First]

[Ordocravia]

As General Voxli and the Broodmother were walking towards the command room to assume their positions, a message hit the Broodmother's receptors, which made it's Antennae to rise up, It abruptly exlaimed:

"We have received a message from... The Valentians, time to prove the validity of your 'skillset', right, General?"

Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli
"Actually, It's Time to prove you wrong, A-1"

Spiderling Broodmother Alpha-1
"Getting full of ourselves, huh?"

The two headed back to the Comms room and read through the message's transcript:

Greetings friends and enemies of Valentine Z,

On behalf of the Valentians, I, Gen. Valentijn, would like to apologise for miscommunication. We will NOT harm Megatron in any way, and we will stick to our original plan of trying to contain the Chaos Bringer.

Over and Out.

The general's head slowly turned towards a visibly dumbfounded Broodmother and then blankly stared at it

Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli"you were saying?"

The Broodmother remained silent for a while before speaking


Spiderling Broodmother Alpha-1
"This event was fully incidential , potential miscalculation probability is 12%, I still believe that they are toying with us, no random luck factor is changing that statement's factuality"

Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli" Whatever pleases you, A-1, though I still won our bet, that too is factual"

They yet again headed towards the command room, albeit the Broodmother starting it's course with a delay after transmitting something to somewhere

If the Valentians were to listen at their ships' loudphones, they would say

"Crew, we have a special announcement, you are about to receive a brief regarding your operations from SABW Broodmother A-1, we advise you to listen closely"

And the Broodmother's voice could be heard, it said

"Valentians, this is SABW Broodmother A-1 of the Ordocravian Spiderling Horde AẞF with a 'special message' for you; do not think that you've got me fooled, I have run countless scenarios on you and your contribution to "the cause" as general Voxli says, I have foreseen almost every possible outcome, I have made every possible calculation... Do not think, even for a second, that you are in the clear, I am keeping tabs on you , all 58 of you and your two Robomorphic servants, I am not that foolish general to have trust in you. Beware. "

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Over at the Doomsayer Battery, the Juggernaut exclaimed

"Excellent, move on there, your Freighter is on the Right, Ten of us, including your's truly, will be accompanying you until we reach your allies, from there on it's all up to you to decide what to do next"

As they got onboard, only Nine Ordocravian Soldiers could be seen inside the ship, no sign of the tenth one

[The Hexagon Industries]

The first to arrive was the 47th Catalyst. Piercing through time and space, the vessel punched through the Void, and appeared merely meters away from colliding with an asteroid. Activating thrusters, the Catalyst pulled back, desperately trying to avoid another rock.

With the rock too close to the ship, the Catalyst fired one Void Round from it's primary cannon, disintegrating the asteroid, which was already mere kilometers away from the Catalyst itself. "Central, Central! This is the Forty-Seventh! Warning, asteroids close-by! I suggest you-- Agh, shit!"

The rest followed shortly, smashing through smaller rocks as they left the rift. The Deathbringer then came in last, ploughing through numerous asteroids, unintentionally launching them towards Mars. "PW F-Checksum," the Commander spoke.

"Broken Fleet intact, all systems operational. Shields prevented the asteroids from damaging the hull. We're all good," the agent on the other side of the line responded.

The Commander let out a smirk, before telling his entire crew, "Welcome to the edge of the Mars Asteroid Belt, meet Unicron, Destroyer of Worlds."

With Unicron just at firing range, the fleet began to load their cannons, and the Monoliths orbiting Deathbringer began to quicken, a bright, white light was being emitted at the tip of the Main Spire.

"Hold your fire, raise defensive barriers! Prepare ablative shields, and divert 10% additional power of weapons systems, and 5% additional to kinetic shielding!" Imperator Exercitus spoke at the microphone, before looking at the Hexagon fleet, the colour of their shields switching from blue to bluish purple. "Prepare to encounter enemy resistance, we're well deep inside the solar system!"

Pressing a few buttons on his computer, he tapped in to numerous, frequently used frequencies, and began to speak. It did not matter to him whether he spoke to enemy, or allied frequencies.

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Greetings, civilizations.

We, the Hexagon, offer our
men to those who fight
against the Destroyer of
Worlds, the Chaos-Bringer,

Unicron.

We shall assist those who
aim to destroy Unicron itself,
and give you our help and
assistance. We only ask for
one, minor thing. Not riches,
nor power, nor authority.

We merely ask that all of us,
humanity, alien, and machine,
put all our differences aside,
and begin to work as one,
great and unified organism.

We shall not let Unicron take
over, we shall push him back!
Do not fear! Push forward as
a group, work together! Be
as one, and even the most
primitive of men, armed with
merely sticks, arrows and
stones, could fight against
the most ruthless of invaders!

We must stand our ground,
and show the mechanical
menace that we are not to be
pushed around! We are many,
but together, we are one!

Unicron may have already
dealt massive destruction in
this star system, and possibly,
he may have already destroyed
numerous galaxies along the
way. But this is it's last attempt
at a crusade! This will be the
battle that it will regret fighting!

We might be different, but for
this once, stop fighting against
your brethren, and start
fighting as one!



Finishing his speech, he nodded to the Dominion working on his own arm computer. The Dominion then copied the file to his computer, and began to convert the file to other formats, sending them to other civilizations who might not have access to, or have completely abandoned radio transmission.

The Commander knew the speech wouldn't work. It would be a miracle if it did, but he never let his hopes up. He then ordered his agents to fully deplete their vessels' auxiliary power supply, and add another five percent power to shielding.

Just in case.

"Load Armor-piercing Siphon Rounds," the Commander spoke to the High Seers, now currently aboard their vessels.

"Sir, wouldn't it be wiser if we were to load our Void shells?"

The Commander went silent. "Too risky. We only have a small amount left, most of our stockpile was lost during the wormhole incident. We must not waste what little amount we have left."

[Wentera]

The Mythical Technocracy of Wentera
The soldiers ignored the tank pilot for the moment and ran towards the dent in the ship. One of the soldiers pulled the Assault Trooper off the ship. The soldier checked the Assault Trooper’s body and said, “He’s gone.” The soldier then got up. He said, “We should be grateful he was our only casualty. Either way, when our allied ship comes down for repairs we should give the body to them.”

-The Leadership
“Looks like they increased their shields. Extra Railcraft, take care of that. Other ships, support the Railcraft.” Meanwhile the Railcraft’s energy cores vaporized most of the ammunition but however one of the highest charged Railcraft exploded and waves of energy started flying from the epicenter of the blast. Several Wenteran ships were vaporized and some of the ships attempted to fly away.

-Acting Commander Alex Mason
“I have to go to make sure our ship is greeted properly.” The man then ran to the helicopter.

[Shwe Tu Colony]

SLASH

Field of Battle: The Arc
Due to the damage sustained from earlier, most of the chains had stayed materialized long enough to be aimed at & subsequently struck, shattering all of those visible (it was likely that a few had not appeared). Once the antimatter cannons did destroy the chains, the latter items fell limply to the side before exploding beneath Ba'rula's back, releasing its energy in the form of that nebula-like substance. As expected, a pulse from the emerald purified it, only for it to be spontaneously caught by an enormous orange claw that reached from the heavens & somehow bypassed the shield. After acquiring the emerald, it drew its wrist away from the Ark before then slashing it, dealing surprisingly minimal damage — at worst, it scraped the paint job. It was quite underwhelming, considering its size & expected deadliness.

However, what it also somehow did was phase through the vessel, appearing inside of rooms as blinding streams of orange, some streams formed by the claw's fingers & others formed by the thousands of bizarre tendrils that came off of its hands. While these streams could be physically felt, they dealt no damage to whoever or whatever they hit, & nor did they push anyone. It seemed that the claw's main use was to surprise everyone rather than do anything. Nonetheless, it moved back, placed its fingers above Ba'rula, & suddenly viciously jabbed into him, clearly wounding him. In front, Ba'rula's face twisted into a grimace as best a beast like it could. Its eyes clouded over, & it seemed that it would have begun to cry if it were a little more human.

Small white threads came out of the claw's wrist, which then pierced through the beast's head, back, hands, & hatchet, as though trying to make it into some sort of puppet. Then, the beast went limp, probably dead from the hand. From the heavens above, a strangely kindly, majestic voice began to speak with simultaneous femininity & masculinity. "Mine will... should not be repugned... Here shall be thine answer," the beast's hatchet & hand were lifted up by the two strings attached to both, glowing that wide variety of colors. Moments later, the giant claw emitted a pulse of harmless light orange energy. However, the beast instead gained that mighty myriad of colors seconds later before the claw then slammed it at full force at the Ark's shield.

Once the beast collided, an explosion of a thousand colors & about the size of a small nuke rippled out from it with an enormous amount of physical & magical damage surging forth from the site; evidently, the beast had been converted into a bomb. Meanwhile, the claw had remained unharmed, & could be seen reeling back into the heavens above as though it were some sort of fishing rod. As expected of the sheer force, Ba'rula's would-be corpse was nowhere to be seen. "A friend ia' mine," began the voice again, speaking to nobody in particular, but still radiating across the entire solar system in the form of sound waves despite the lack of matter, "dearly misses 'ee sol... Denied him, sol. Defied him, sol. What coil — what advantageous coil — a messiah of no cautel... Agazed & advised, but not to be afeared... Wine Mask. Do find him, & mayhaps an ally will enter the fray."

Parfuhmerie's Storefront
The message, of course, reached the storefront, in turn causing Shiranui to make a confused, but also vaguely horrified, expression. "Ohh, something wrong Shiranui?" asked Coszcatl, who had been helping Richelieu write a paper on theology, as he often did, "I mean, that message was weird, but still, I wouldn't have expected your reaction."

"D'aillisioux," said Shiranui, walking towards the boy. After his mental breakdown earlier, Pâté Chaud was able to partially calm him down & stop his sobbing, but the effects of his master still remained — he was currently brooding near one of the green carnation gardens to the side of the storefront. Being one of Sekka's favorite plants, green carnations were well known in Parfuhmerie & its stores, & anything that the colony had abroad oftentimes had the flower. Occasionally, they'd be swapped out for Bells of Ireland or Deep Sea Laments, with the latter being a flower with blue petals & a bright green stem native to the Thryllasian Region. Supposedly, the flower was created when a grieving squid-like leviathan drifted to shore, lost the will to live, & died, with its body being used as nutrients by only Deep Sea Laments.

Or at least, that's what the Gatekeeper said. Nonetheless, the flower was used exclusively for Thryllasian funerals, & to send one to someone without there being a funeral or death was highly insulting. In most cases, they were planted around graveyards, having no place in any garden elsewhere from the emotions that they were connected to. They also grew wild along the shores of the coastal regions, having become an invasive species to everywhere in the world of the Thryllasian Region, with the exception of their native home. It was said that children who slept inside of fields of Deep Sea Laments were doomed to either drown in the Thryllasian Region or be hit with a terrible, life-changing event days later. Even when the child actively avoided travelling to the region, it was always found that they would not be able to escape their fate.

Thankfully, there was no Deep Sea Lament for D'aillisioux to fall asleep in — instead, he was asleep in the suddenly-flourishing green carnations, his face twisted into a horrified grimace despite his steady breathing. When Shiranui reached out to the boy, he abruptly sprang up & began to hyperventilate. "D'aillisioux?" said Shiranui, grabbing hold of him & gently pulling him out of the small garden, "Voice heard?"
"V-voice?" he said, not paralyzed from his haphephobia since it was Shiranui handling him, "I-I... uhm... y-yeah."
"You?" she said
"U-uh... well," he paused to think. Just leave, would you!

"Understood," she dramatically leapt back, her scarf flying in the same manner.
"A-ah! Uh... w-wait!" D'aillisioux said. Before he could continue, he felt something warm & vaguely human brush against his left cheek, but Shiranui merely looked quizzically at him, as he had stopped speaking. Slowly, his eyes wandered down to the left side of his face, at which point he saw... nothing unusual. Still, he was paralyzed in fear, & unfortunately for him, he was not able to begin moving until after the other had already left. What was that? he thought, sighing in disappointment. He was beginning to be more exhausted than terrified by how he was constantly on his toes — cursed to be something's plaything.

But that message... I wonder, he thought, Maybe that's who... The possibility of it was enough, & the sadistic grin of an Assassin's Guild member crept over his countenance to replace his previous depressive episode. Maybe this is my chance. At the very least, I can get him identified, he pulled out a communications crystal, gazing into it, "Sekka, I think I'll go do that investigation for you."
"Wonderful," Sekka said through the crystal, "I'll be sending a Psytrine drone over to the store. Go see what's going on over there."
"Yes sir," he replied.
"& I can't help but notice, but you are sounding... much more confident & pleased. Did something happen?"

"Nothing... important," D'aillisioux was unable to mask the delight in his voice. Moments later, a small white drone with the flag of Parfuhmerie — which displayed a tree in the center of a river that went from one end of the flag to the other & had formed a circle of water around the tree — appeared out of a portal. Eh? How does he expect me to ride that? the boy thought before a large hollow boat suddenly materialized in front of him, the only things still remaining of it being the vessel's two sails, a few white columns that formed an outline of it, & the deck, Good enough. He then hopped onto the deck, before the vessel promptly began moving towards the battlefield.

As it turned out, though, the vessel was invisible to everyone else, although only Pâté Chaud noticed his friend was floating in the vacuum of space. "The he..." he said to himself, trying to figure out what was going on, "I thought he couldn't fly. Meh." He continued reading. This was by far not the strangest thing that he had ever seen.

Field of Battle: Near Earth
After a few minutes of travel, D'aillisioux finally made it to where the message came from, near Earth, but a fair distance from the battle. To anyone who could see him, they would see that he was standing on nothing & that there was also a drone next to him whose glass eye in its center was constantly dilating, analyzing the combat occurring; likewise, D'aillisioux was observing the battle through binoculars with a cocky smirk. "Well, there is destruction, that's for sure," he said to himself, "But I'll keep waiting..." By now, his normally suppressed magical aura briefly intensified, a sense of danger pulsing out with it. Anyone nearby would feel as though something was off, although considering his distance from the battlefield, this would not be many.

[Demirestad]

"Welcome back, I think it is time to get you back to your ship." Erik called out from the Helicopter as Mason got into the helicopter, "Here is you rifle, just as we promised, ALRIGHT PILOT LETS GO!" he said as he gave Mason his rifle back. The helicopter then took off, heading back to the crashed Wenteren ship.

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The tank stopped near the site and the commander got out to talk to the Wenterens, however he noticed the limp body of one of their fellow men, taking off his cap and staying at a respectful distance.

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The men inside the ship eventually stopped celebrating to then refocus on leaving the ship, "I guess it is safe to head out now." the officer said before trying to open the door that they came from.

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Kalder Salzerhove stepped into the broadcasting room and addressed the men inside to begin an emergency broadcast, he then composed himself, sat down at the desk and waited for the live broadcast to begin. The light flashed and he was on all frequencies in Demirestad. He then began his speech...

"People of Demirestad, I have come to inform you myself of what has been happened as it will effect all of us as a nation. I know that many of you have a lot of questions, I through this broadcast hope to inform you to the best of my abilities. As many of you know an unidentified object has crashed down in our nation, we have found that that object is a ship belonging to a space faring nation known as Wentera and we have been blessed to have made peaceful contact. However that is not the only thing to have happened, the acting captain of said ship has explained to us that there is a potentially world ending threat coming this way to destroy all life on this planet, this thing is a giant machine named Unicron. They as well as many other nations with the same space faring capacity that they have are aligned with a group known as the Autobots, who have been in conflict with another group known as the Decepticons for centuries, however both sides are now against Unicron, but the Decepticons are trying to use this robot to exert their will on others as many have in history. I know this is a lot to take in, but I as well as the leadership of our nation have reviewed the matter and we now bring this decision to you to decide. We as a nation must decide what we shall do in the face of this conflict, do we support the Wenterens and the Autobots in the endeavor to destroy this being, or reside in ignorance and wait for the end. That matter shall be decided by you tonight, I trust your judgement as a people over mine as one man. Thank you for your time, and I hope to guide us through what you decide to do in the future."

The broadcast stopped and then he left to his office to think.

[Wentera]

The Mythical Technocracy of Wentera
One of the soldiers opened the ship door and said, "You guys are going to see just a very tiny part of the Fleet that is in this system." The soldier then kicked the fallen Warlord and looked up. A grey blip started coming towards them. The blip became larger and became a sleeker ship then the Hell-Patch with the Wenteran flag on the sides. It would lower then hover in the air a couple inches above the ground. If any of the soldiers were looking at the ground under the ship they would find the grass was flat.

Alex Mason would nod to Erik then activated his rifle. He would seem more calm with his rifle in his grip.

[Demirestad]

The helicopter lifted off and made its way back to the crash site, the city of Verdensk passing under them. "So what happened at your ship to make you want to get back so quickly?" Erik inquired to Mason, looking out over the city.

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The men walked out of the ship and looked up, another Wenteren ship was coming which looked different from the one that had crashed. The tank commander eventually joined the group in watching the ship come down. "Well, looks like we've got more company." said the officer.

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Kalder Salzerhove leaned back in his chair, waiting for news of the peoples responses. He had already thought over what needed to be done, as soon as he got the response he would give the Case Black command and then try and get a constant contact with whatever nations lay in space that were on the side of the Wenterens... He was interrupted by a knock on the door and the entrance of the Electioneer Director, "So far the results are in favor of our support, we have gotten the responses of over 33% of the population so far. I will come back with more news later, but I believe that the vote will go in favor of support.", he then left and went back to check the numbers again.

[Wentera]

The Mythical Technocracy of Wentera
Mason would hand Erik a small cube with blue lines running through it. It would show a hologram of the battle between the soldiers and the Warlord. He would finger a holographic symbol on his shoulder and look towards the direction of the shipwreck.
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Three doors would open up on the ship and a man in a black and silver uniform with a silver eagle on his shoulders. He would have blue eyes and black hair and a sleek pistol in a hoister on his hip. Two combat robots would be flanking him while he stepped out of the back door. Out of the two side doors came two fully capable Warlords. The Warlords eyes would turn red upon looking at the destroyed Warlord and then their eyes would turn yellow and they would scan the area.

[Demirestad]

"My god." Erik said while watching the hologram, "I hope the man that was struck by the robot survived, thank god Keller was wise enough to call tank support. Keller was the other officer by the way." he sat back in his chair again and looked outside, watching them begin their final approach to the site.

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The soldiers, Officer Keller and the Tank Commander backed up, watching the two new large robots stepping out of the ship with what seemed to be a highly ranked Wenteren Official. They waited, not wanting to directly address the official yet, mostly due to a degree of respect as well as hoping not to offend him. "Wait till he addresses us, we don't know how their pleasantries work yet. We don't want to set a bad impression." Keller said to the Tank Commander.

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The Electioneer Director stepped back into Kalder Salzerhove's office, "Almost 65% turn out and majority still remains with supporting the Wenterens. I will come back once it becomes clearer." he then saw himself out again. 'Looks like we will be entering this conflict' Salzerhove thought to himself, stroking his beard he began to think of the next course of action once the Electioneer Director returns with the final results.

[Pax Cybertronian]

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Warhead started to pace up and down the vessel. Hammerthrow had returned and had ordered two of his Thrashriders, Sweepstorm and Backstab, to man the radar and detect any incoming lifeforms heading towards the vessel. Luckily for them, Sweepstorm noticed that ten lifeforms were heading towards them within a few minutes; upon closer inspection, some of the lifeforms were Valentijn and Gwen, who were high-profile targets according to the datapack Hammerthrow and Warhead's superior gave them. Now, all they needed to do was to kill of the Valentians sent to the Earth and, if possible, locate their headquarters and destroy their home planet.

Warhead stopped pacing just as Hammerthrow began to bark orders at his and Warhead's subordinates.

"Oi, you!" Hammerthrow shouted. "Scab-Bite, Terrastrike, throw out those Autobot corpses in the brig! Tidalstorm, go snipe at Valentijn and his crew!"

"Well," Tidalstorm responded smugly, "I did graduate the High Tarnian Academy, only one of the most esteemed military academies on Cybertron during the Great War, so I'll shoot them for you."

"Yeah, yeah, snipe at the Primus-damn organics like I told you to, Tidalstorm," Hammerthrow responded dismissively.

Tidalstorm sighed in annoyance and flipped off Hammerthrow behind his back. He wanted to see the day when he’d be able to leave the Warriorcons and never have to meet the Thrashriders ever again. If anything, he wanted to go to a colony in the Outer Rim and fight the Autobots with an all-new group. He arched his rifle at Gwen’s eyes. Hopefully, this was the shot that’d get him out of this vessel and into the battlefield somewhere else – ideally, Nebulos or Caminus.

He fired his first three bullets, aiming for Gwen’s eyes. Then, he fired around four more bullets from his rifle, aiming at General Valentijn. He then fired a few more bullets from his rifle at the soldiers in general - he didn’t know the rest of their names off by spark. He pulled back his rifle and rolled away from the window.

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Inside the Ark, the Autobots watched carefully as they see Ba’rula seemingly die. His corpse had disappeared and an explosion of a thousand colours that was the size of a minature nuke rippled throughout space near the Ark. A kindly, majestic voice had appeared, releasing small white threads from the claw’s wrist, piercing the beast’s head, back, hands and hatchet as though it was some sort of puppet. Unfortunately for the Autobots, Ba’rula had begun to damage the shield – estimates predicted the shield to be merely on 30% power, and that they would have to either divert power from another source, most likely from several turrets or any unnecessary energy chambers, to keep it afloat. However, Ba’rula’s death had ensured that the Autobots, at least for now, would be able to concentrate more on the battle with the Decepticons rather than the encroaching nebula.

Suddenly, Optimus Prime looked down at his communicator and noticed a message from the Hexagon, who sought . He was pleased to know that there were other individuals out there who were determined to unify any and all forces in the Earth’s orbit, and so he, for a short period of time, let out a sad kind of smirk, before it calmed itself into neutrality.

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“Greetings, Hexagon. This is Optimus Prime speaking, commander of the [i]Ark[/i] vessel. After I send this message to you, I will send add Galvatron to a frequency and negotiate a , though our previous efforts at acquiring a temporary ceasefire with them has been fruitless. Galvatron, the commander of the Decepticon forces deployed to the Earth, is a proud, boisterous and deranged at best warrior, and he has previously denied a ceasefire between our two forces before the war above Earth broke out. However, I will try to negotiate peace with the Decepticons, at least for the rest of the time we’re fighting Unicron above the Earth. I have no doubt that Galvatron would try to barter for the acquisition of Unicron’s planetoid form so he could conquer the entire Universe.

May your finish’s shine never dull. ‘Til all are one.”

Optimus sent the voice message to the Hexagon through their frequency and, almost immediately afterwards, sent another message, activating another interface.

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“Galvatron, this is Optimus Prime. I have come here to request that our two forces, at least for the duration of our battle with Unicron, have a ceasefire with one another. The termination of the Chaos-Bringer is of paramount importance. If not, then we’ll all die in fire, blood and anguish – we’ll all be consumed by Unicron. Unicron won’t stop with the consumption of the Earth; he’ll simply move onto the next planet – it’ll probably be Venus or a planet within the Alpha Centauri star system. Who’s to say that he won’t eventually start to consume the entirety of your grand empire?

If you’re going to decline my offer, take this into consideration, Galvatron. What’s ultimately more important: losing a potential weapon you can use to expand your fleeting empire, or the destruction of our entire species and the loss of billions and trillions of lifeforms, both organic and artificial, throughout the entire Universe? Unicron doesn’t care about allegiances; he only cares about the complete destruction of any and all matter in this Universe.


If you decline... then it’s time we fight one another servo-by-servo. I [i]will not[/i] stand by while innocent lives suffer at the hands of real life gods and tyrannical warlords.”

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The Victory had been attacked by the Wenterans for what seemed like ages. In response to the capital ship raising its shields, several more Railcraft was deployed to attack the starship. Luckily for the Decepticons, one of the highest powered Railcraft was destroyed, destroying a good number of Wenteran warships. As the battle raged outside the flagship, Galvatron focused on the repaired screen in front of him. The Haigonians had refused to accept his request, and they even went as far as to called him a ‘fool’ and to side with those Autobots. Certainly, Galvatron considered this a casus belli. He was about to respond to Haigon, but he was interrupted by Optimus Prime’s voice message, sent through a frequency in the mainframe.

After Optimus finished speaking, Galvatron cackled.

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“Ah, greetings, my dear Optimus. It’s been so long since you and I have talked to each other, hasn’t it? Still as pusillanimous as always, I see? Hah! It’s so funny, your proposition! Really, it is! Do you seriously think that I, Galvatron, venerated Decepticon commander and soon-to-be Supreme Emperor of the entire Cybertronian Empire, would kowtow ? The day I genuflect to an Autobot’s proposition is the day I let Cyclonus “repair” my logic chips – that’s what he keeps saying! They’re brittle and they need to be repaired – you’re crazy – that sorta jazz!

I’m sorry, Master Prime, shall I polish your struts? Shall I grovel at your feet as your esteemed toady? Bwahahahah! Hahahahaha! “Losing a potential weapon is preferable to being eaten up by Unicron,” he says! Mwahahahahah! Do you think my processor’s fried to the point where I’d let Autobots run amok and mess up our plans. I’d oblige your wishes in the good ol’ name of deception, but I’m too tired to run around watching you denigrate the good name of the Decepticons! Not only that, but I’d probably get killed by some of my men in a coup – not that I hate that, mind you... It’d give me ample time to practise my aim and sharpen my blade! Mwahahahahahahaha!

The solar cycles of cowardice are over, Prime! Today, the mighty reign supreme over the weak, and the Decepticons will win again! I’ll prove this to you through our fateful battle! Come over here; I’ll make your death as suitably [i]comfortable[/i] as possible! If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you’ll get! You’re too weak-hearted, Prime! You’re too arrogant to see that the Decepticons are the true faction; we’ve won Cybertron and we’ll win the Battle for Earth! My soldiers are the epitome of brutality and pure, unadulterated power; your men spend more time playing with the organics rather than exterminating the vermin!

Well? I’m waiting, Prime! Where’s your accusations of my ‘madness’ and my ‘hauteur’? Where’s the good ol’ speech about how “good will triumph over evil”, before trying to sink your puny little metal fist into my faceplate? Really, I just want the good old days back – when we Decepticons fought you lot day in, day out, and our fights stretched throughout the damn cosmos! As far away as some giant metal planet that we conquered eons ago – I forgot its name, Gobotron or some weird shit like that. Our war could’ve stretched further throughout the Supercluster, and then we’d’ve had a [i]proper[/i] intergalactic brawl! Well, it’s time to stop rambling, I’d say! Come on over, Prime! It’s high time we settled old scores! Or perhaps, would you like to risk the lives of your comrades on your capital ship and on the Earth?

Before you talk shit about how we’re pure evil and how the Decepticons will all be arrested – all the trillions of us – here’s my ultimatum. If you don’t fight me, I’ll have Unicron destroy the Earth once we capture him, and we will! ...There isn’t really a choice for what happens if you fight me – just fight me, Primus-damn it! The choice is yours, Prime! Goodbye! See ya when I see ya!”

Galvatron sent the message to Optimus and turned to General Hellburst, a tall purplish and greyish ‘bot – he seemed to be able to transform into a Cybertronian helicopter judging by his alt-mode. “By Vector Sigma, you talk a lot, sir.”

Galvatron pulled back his arm and whacked it across his faceplate, sending the general flying, cackling all the while. “I don’t give a damn! Ready the soldiers for Prime’s arrival! I want there to be an extravaganza for his arrival – make it look like a damn funeral, I don’t care! Just show that this is a momentous occasion, where we’ll fight to the death in glorious combat! Bwahahahahahaha!!”

Galvatron remembered his message that he was intending on creating to send to Haigon, but he didn’t decide to create it. “I have nothing more to say to those organics,” he said. “Not while my fight with Optimus is at servo!”

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Optimus received Galvatron’s message and began to analyse each and every detail. The entire message seemed to scream arrogance; it was obvious that Galvatron was baiting him into fighting him to fulfil his need for violence. He sighed. There really was no need for this pointless fighting, not while Unicron was making his move for Mars. Everyone knew that Galvatron wouldn’t rest until his duel with Optimus and Megatron was fulfilled, even if it endangered the entire Multiverse. He pulled out his energon longsword and activated his faceplate, surprising some of his fellow Autobots.

“If that’s how you wish to react, Galvatron, then all you’ve done is force my servo,” Optimus responded.

Optimus typed out a quick response to Hexagon, which read:

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”I’m sorry, but Galvatron has chosen arrogance and supremacy over the survival of his fellow Transformers, never mind the cosmos. It seems that we’ll have to force the Decepticons to stop their relentless ambition to transform Unicron into a cosmic servant by force.”

After sending that message, Optimus then transformed into his vehicle mode and flew towards the hangar. Once there, he transformed back into robot mode and activated his thrusters. He would be able to remain in flight for a while, but he’d eventually have to refuel. Luckily for him, the Victory wasn’t far away from his location.

He activated maximum power on his thrusters and headed towards the flagship, swerving around any enemy fire that attacked him.

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The battle above Mars continued to rage. Unicron’s pincers had cleaved their way into Deimos and had begun to consume the remnants of Mars’s moon. Phobos, the other moon that Mars had in its possession, was almost certainly going to be next for Unicron’s appetizer. Unicron increased the power of his maw, and Deimos had been consumed whole. Anyone there would have had some time to evacuate, but if they hadn’t left in time, they would have fallen victim to Unicron’s consumption. Notably, Unicron also seemed to grow in size, though it was only by a small percentage. Certainly, if Unicron consumed an entire planet, it’d be far more noticeable – there was, however, a point where Unicron would shrink back to his smaller state after burning off the energy from the planets and moons. Suddenly, a purplish substance had begun to secrete itself from Unicron’s surface. It seemed to resemble blood, but it quickly moulded itself into crystals and fell throughout space towards the Earth, the Moon, Mars, and any asteroid, ship, or other craft or celestial body nearby. It seemed to defy the laws of physics, just like Unicron’s mere existance.

Dark Energon.

Also known as Angolmois, it was a substance described by the Primal Prophecies to be 'the blood of Unicron, created from the deepest pits of chaos'. It possessed the ability to grant a Transformer an unholy amount of power, and the Autobots knew they had to be careful when they destroyed his planetary form, just in case a gargantuan amount of Dark Energon was dispersed throughout the galaxy. Who knows what would happen if some rouge bounty hunter or powerful warlord got their dirty servos on such a substance? Almost all of the Autobots presumed that it would only result in chaos and cosmic-wide mayhem if somebot like Megatron got his servos on Dark Energon. It also possessed the ability to reanimate the dead, which many Primalists regarded as sacrilegious. They believed that only Primus had the due right to kill the dying and resurrect the dead whenever he felt it necessary to in his Grand Plan: a roadmap that would, eventually, secure Primus's victory against the Chaos-Bringer.

And that was exactly why Megatron wanted to capture Unicron and turn him into his own puppet: an insatiable lust for power.

Megatron knew that one day, he would be usurped by another, whether that was a charismatic yet treasonous general, an Autobot commander, or some organic lifeform who destroyed the High Pavilions and bombarded the nearby streets with virulent canisters of Cosmic Rust just to be on the safe side. He also knew that no true Decepticon would back down from a fight to decide who was the rightful ruler of the Empire, or so said the Doctrine of Technoism. Anybot who willingly backed down from such a challenge would be deemed a traitor and a coward and would be attacked on the spot by Decepticon loyalists. Luckily for Megatron, he was already naturally powerful enough to take down many would-be usurpers, and unlike some other generals, he fought on the frontlines to keep up his strength and military cunning. However, he also knew that would only take him so far until he was stared down by the likes of Devastator, Bruticus, Catalyx and Trypticon. No, he had to go out of his way to further his own power if he was to remain in power; he had already been usurped before, even if it only lasted a few days to a few years, and the traitor in question was always either tortured horrifically or executed by Megatron.

It was when Unicron arrived that Megatron had formulated a plan: capture Unicron so that the Decepticons could transform him into a living war machine – built solely for conqust. All this wasn't wrong, mind you, but Megatron had his own agenda in mind. By using Unicron's Angolmois - his blood - and using the naturally-formed crystals, his power would be heavily improved. If he won, no wannabe Decepticon tyrant would usurp the Primal Throne and plunge the entire Constellate into chaos. Then again, if Megatron knew he was about to be terminated, then he planned to make the usurper's rule much harder. He had stationed brainwashed loyalists throughout the Constellate and on other mechanoid planets so that it'd ensure that his successor, if he wasn't handpicked by Megatron himself, would suffer tremendously from rebellions.

Yes, Megatron’s rule would remain forever if he played his cards right. Traitors and usurpers lurked around every corridor, but he had to focus on the matter at hand. Reports had come in that Dark Energon had been secreted from Unicron’s surface, and that it had been dispersed throughout the solar system. If he came into contract with that powerful substance, he would become a demigod in his own right, rivalled only by the powerful Knights of Cybertron of yore. The time was right. It was ample time for Megatron to make his move and assert himself as the rightful god-emperor of the cosmos, rivalled by no one and feared and worshipped by all.

“Ready the space bridge,” Megatron ordered, “and prepare my elite guards to mobilize. It’s time we strike and assert Decepticon dominance over the cosmos! Peace through tyranny!”

As the rest of the guards shouted “Peace through tyranny!” back at Megatron, Megatron transformed into his vehicle mode and flew towards a secret space bridge military facility in the nearby mountains. Once he arrived at the facility, the engineers began to work ardently to turn on the space bridge, typing in commands. Eventually, the portal was activated, and a yellowish-purplish light was activated from the circular platform, which, activated from its exterior, pointed to a singular point in the sky and was redirected in the centre. With a arrogant smirk, Megatron and his guards walked into the portal, heading for the Moon.

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[Valentine Z]

It has been a quiet 10 minutes. There has been little to nothing going on as General Valentijn and his crew inched towards the Autobots ship that sent the message to them. In the meantime, the rest of the 60-men crew were busy trying to weaken the Chaos Bringer, so that the Ordocravians will be able to capture for… whatever scientific purpose they will use it for.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: I have a bad feeling about this now. Like, they have to be hiding something, aren't they? Something about these people just does not add up.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: The very fact that they need to emphasise that they are good guys? Yeah, that scared me a lot more than usual, I would say.

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette Brigetta Marce Tanya Whitney Hoshiko Radiance: On the other hand, I suppose that we will finally be able to get more people to help us out. After all, we cannot do this job alone, can we?

In the middle of their conversation, Clarissa suddenly broadcasted a message to the 60-men.

Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi: Hello, guys! So err, I got another message yet again! Well, let me transmit it through here!

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Valentians, this is SABW Broodmother A-1 of the Ordocravian Spiderling Horde AẞF with a 'special message' for you; do not think that you've got me fooled, I have run countless scenarios on you and your contribution to "the cause" as general Voxli says, I have foreseen almost every possible outcome, I have made every possible calculation... Do not think, even for a second, that you are in the clear, I am keeping tabs on you , all 58 of you and your two Robomorphic servants, I am not that foolish general to have trust in you. Beware.

So… thoughts on that?

Field Marshal Jacob Dalston Sullivan Kelvin Jamil Donald Taylor Xavier Ryman Øistein Håvard Axel: I swear, they are trying to track us. Hey, while you are at it, do you think they are sending Valentijn and his men into certain doom? For all we know, there might not even be an Autobot ship there!

2nd Com. Dawn Carissa Beatrice Amanda Sammi Astriella Charliane Marie Schlechter Vixie Trina: Ha, called it! I know that there is something suspicious about them!

Head Aviator Hayes Trevon Leon Sergio Omarion Kirk William S. Aiden Baxton Dennis Victor Gerrick: Though, we can't just jump on conclusions just like that! Who knows if it is actually them? And what does this have to do with the Autobots though?

Head Engineer Tiffany Violet Sunshine Charlotte Zelina Alessandra Jennesa D. Audrey Mariel Smiley: Wait, scenarios? Is that thing a time-traveller, or what?

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: What a cheeky bastard… that Broodmother. [Whispers] She may be able to calculate with her brains, but little did she know, that I can alter reality to an extent if I want to. [Normal voice] I'm telling you, Val, things are not looking so well right now. For all we know, they could be planning our doom right now!

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Either way, we will have to trust everything they say for now. We might not like it, but like I said, what choice do we have?

Lead Ambassador Germaine Moira “Mercy” Sylvia Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Hailie Constance: Well, he's right, really. Look on the bright side, though; even if that ship happened to be not the Autobots, I say that the ten of us have a more than good chance of getting out of this alive, and hey, maybe we will even be able to take care of the deceptive Decepticons.

Head Diplomat Charlene Jeannie Natalia Adeline Marceline Celestie Christine Irell Myong Suh-Hyung: Heh, you totally tried to rhyme the last part.

Lead Ambassador Germaine Moira “Mercy” Sylvia Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Hailie Constance: You find solace in little things in life, really.

Chief Senator Shannon Gwendolyn Annette Melissa Liliah Nelie G. Tammie Elizabeth Jennifier Wanda: But the Broodmother is still a danger to us. She warned us that she could see our future, so… is she imagining a future where all of us did not make it?

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill ł. Athena Vasilisa Helen Ceeta: Only one way to find out, I suppose. We will simply go back in there, and pretend that nothing happened. We will pretend that this conversation did not happen, and that Valentijn actually did not mean what he just said.

Lead Ambassador Germaine Moira “Mercy” Sylvia Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Hailie Constance: Godspeed to us all.

As they slowly and surely flew towards the Moon, in the hopes that they will finally get the help that they need, they signalled towards the ship. Everyone was excited, though not exactly in a good way, seeing how this Autobot ship was being mysterious.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Well, we are nearly here… let us broadcast again and introduce who we-

BANG! The shot did not ring through the space because after all, in space, no one can hear your rifle shot. However, as it hit the ship, the first shot created a large shatter on the windshield. The cockpit was still more or less intact, with no air escaping from the ship to space.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Shit, get down!

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: I freaking knew it! These guys aren't the Autobots we are looking for!

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill ł. Athena Vasilisa Helen Ceeta: Scatter! Gwen, they are aiming at you! Get away from that pilot seat!

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: Tossers wanted to kill me? Fine, I will show them what I can do.

Within a few seconds, she was able to pinpoint exactly where the shot was from. It was from the Autobot ship, yes, but she needed to know the exact location to hit the son of a bitch hard. As Gwen was aiming the ship's cannon towards the Autobot's ship, another shot rang through, at the same exact position on the windshield. The cracks on the window were getting much larger, like an accelerated spider web build.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara Pernella Ellie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr F. Millicent Eirian: Gwen, the windshield is failing! Another hit and we will all be goners!

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: I'm on it, I'm on it! Don’t worry, Loves, this sucker won't live for too-

BANG! Shatter…

The bullet pierced through the windshield, shattering it into several pieces and with that, sucking up all the air that was in the windshield. In a moment of panic, Jenny, Shannon, and Germaine ran back to the main room and passed space suits amongst each other. Except for Valentijn, who given his size, was unable to find a suit that would fit him. Not that he would need it anyway, because he already got a suit of his own, along with a decent amount of breathable air.

A blood splatter was on the pilot's seat, along with a small bit of brain and grey matter on the floors. The third shot that passed through the windshield hit Gwen square in the left eye. Her efforts were valiant, but she was a tad too slow with charging up the cannon and firing it. Valentijn took Gwen onto his hands and ran to the main room last.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Fuck! Guys, Gwen is dying. The bullet hit her eye!

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: *Several twitches on her face*. H-… H-.. Hu-rts..

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: Shit, she's still alive though… somehow. Gwen, can you hear us? Use your Recall ability NOW! That is the only chance to save yourself!

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: O-o… kay.

Mustering up all her strength, she pointed to the device on her chest – her source of time powers that allow her to bend time to her will. She was too weak to do it herself, and with that, Jolyn took Gwen's right hand and placed it on the device.

The recalling process took 3 seconds – the first 0.5 second would have Gwen disappear into thin air, leaving behind a silhouette of blue vapour and light. It was supposed to transport her back to where she originally was in the last 5-20 seconds. Jolyn helped pressed the 20 second option, which would drain nearly all the energy on the device, but it was the best possible scenario to put Gwen back into her original state.

After a long 2.5 seconds, Gwen was back from her vegetative state. Her head was more or less fine, though the grey matter and some of the blood from the pilot's seat were still around. However, given that too much time has passed during the panic, her eye was still damaged. It was back in its original place, and it was bloodshot, but Gwen could not see anything from that eye.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: Bloody wankers. My eye is still damaged. Oh err, I'm not talking about you guys, of course! I will get my revenge on those… "Autobots".

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara Pernella Ellie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr F. Millicent Eirian: Whew, well, I am simply glad that you are all right, Darling.

As they slowly made their way to the cockpit to pilot the ship, four more shots hit Valentijn, though… given his suit, it did not do much other than activating the nanobots on it to start operating again and start repairing.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Fuckers are trying to kill me now! Find cover!

A few more shots then followed afterwards. Two shots landed on Marcus, who managed to fend it off by using his shield. It was drained from 8000 HP to 6000 HP, but otherwise, he was still fine.

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: These bullets aren't kidding around!

A few more then nearly landed on Jolyn, who managed to dodge it through her time-slowing abilities. One bullet, however, grazed through her arm, though it was more like a bad scratch than a bullet wound.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill ł. Athena Vasilisa Helen Ceeta: I will so sabotage their entire place once we are done with this.

Tiffany then proceeded to drop a mobile shield on where the windshield once was. It was a half-dome, offering 4000 HP of shield life. In other words, it should be able to take on 4 more direct shots.

Gwen, with one of her eyes shot out, stumbled back to the ship and managed to fly it towards the Moon, while charging up the cannon to shoot at the Autobot ship.

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: Weapon status, 88% charged, Gwen!

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: Excellent! I want those tossers dead right here, right now! And then we will-

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette Brigetta Marce Tanya Whitney Hoshiko Radiance: Val, multiple objects on the Moon! Unknown contact!

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Ahh, my old friend… I am sorry it has to come to this.

[The Hexagon Industries]

"Governance is the key to a successful conquest," the Chancellor spoke to the Officers in training.

"Governance is the key to a successful conquest." They droned, having taken on the impression of a hundred-yard stare. Their eyes were blank and dull, and their bodies stiff as stone. A hundred Officers stood in parade rest, their ears attuned only to the Chancellor's voice.

"We do not show mercy when it comes to protecting our men," the Chancellor spoke again, walking to the other side of the room.

"We do not show mercy when if comes to protecting our men," they repeated again, with lifeless expressions and monotonous voices.

"We do not hesitate when it comes to avenging our men," the Chancellor spoke louder, expecting the Officers to follow suit.

"We do not hesitate when it comes to avenging our men!" They yelled loudly, a twinge of emotion found in their voices drove their cries, and added a sense of feeling in them. A feeling of forced loyalty.

"Our faith is strong, our Dominion, Absolute!" The Chancellor yelled loudly, matching the loud cries of his students.

"Our faith is strong, our Dominion, Absolute!"

"We are the Hexagon! Death to those who shall oppose us!" He yelled once more, before being repeated by his officers.

"Humanity is our kin, and the Hexagon is their guardian angel! Long Live the Hexagon--!" He continued to shout, before the door opened behind him, revealing a Seer.

"Chancellor! You are dismissed, return to your post, I shall take care of the Officers from here," the Seer commanded, before walking in the room. Placing a hand on the Chancellor's shoulder, he continued to speak. "I appreciate you for taking over while I'm gone, Cordova."

The Chancellor turned to the Seer, and bowed. "It was only my duty as Chancellor, my Seer." Unintentionally, the Officers repeated the Chancellor's words, causing the Chancellor to flinch.

The Seer guffawed, surprising the Chancellor. "No need for formalities, Bill. We're both alone right now." The Chancellor briefly gestured to the Officers behind them, making the Seer smile. "They're currently in a trance right now. Anything you tell them will be imprinted in their heads for the rest of their lives." The Seer blinked once, realizing the vocal slip the Chancellor had done earlier. "It seems that we had made this batch of Officers prioritize compliance to Seers." The Chancellor then coughed. "Ah, yes. Do you remember the command I gave them before you took control?"

The Chancellor nodded, shouting, "I, acting drill Chancellor Bill Cordova, hereby relinquish position to Seer Julius Thatcher!"

The Seer nodded as a sign of thanks. Before turning to the Officers. "We are Officers, we work as one!"

The Chancellor then left the room and headed to the warp pad, planning to visit the Nutritional Replenishment and Basic Medical Examinations room before heading back to his post.

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"Status on the Mechanoid?" A High Seer asked, staring at the battlefield in front of them.

"It's moving at a steady pace. We might have some time, before it can reach Earth." The Perechim speaking turned to the closest planet. "I can't say the same for Mars, though." The High Seer then looked at his arm computer, and took control of the camera stationed just outside the CCCC.

The High Seer pondered. "Any potential allies?" He asked, before instinctively crouching down, his body attempting to avoid a wayward plasma bolt headed for the camera itself, before getting deflected by the Kinetic Barrier surrounding the Deathbringer.

"Many already seem to fight alongside each other for one purpose, to seek the destruction of Unicron itself. I'm currently wondering if our transmission was all for naught." The Perechim tapped a few buttons on his console, performing a second scan. "Ah! Some of our allies in the Consortium are present." The Perechim paused, typing a few more commands into the console. "Ordocravia... Higher Japan... and the bucketheads themselves."

The High Seer raised a brow. "'Bucketheads'?"

The Perechim sighed, before clarifying, "The Second Cybertronian Empire, sir."

The High Seer frowned. About to scold the Perechim for his choice of words, he was then interrupted by another agent, shouting from the other corner of the room. "Sir, large thaumic signatures are being recorded nearby."

[Arkeyana]

It was all going so well... Until the transmission arrived. A distress signal from one of Arkeyana's Outlying Mega telescopes. It was corrupted and distorted, but easy enough to pin as an Executive order to return and contain...something. Impossible to tell what as that part of the message was too corrupted. With Heavy Heart, the Commander sent out a message to allies.

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We're Sorry, but an urgent matter has popped up and we must leave. Best of luck.
-The Commander

One by one, Ships disappeared from the battlefield. Fighters returned to carriers and drones to battleships. The Automated Shipyard dissapeared as the Contingency shot away from the battle and decomposing its hardlight shell in preparation for return.

[Pax Cybertronian]

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Looking outside of the window he shot out of in the vessel, Tidalstorm noticed that Gwen had been shot in the eye as intended, the bullets had pierced through the windshield, two bullets were fended off by Marcus – who activated his shield, Jolyn managed to dodge a few more bullets using her time-slowing abilities, though a bullet did manage to graze her arm, though it resembled more a scratch than a bullet wound. Tiffany, one of Valentijn’s friends like the rest, activated a mobile shield – shaped like a half-dome – around the windshield. His estimates presumed that it’d be able to withstand a few more bullets before shattering, but maybe – just maybe – direct attacks would offer more vicious and harder-hitting damage.

He walked over to Warhead and relayed the news to him.

“We got ‘em, boys!” Warhead cackled, running eagerly out of the starship. “Now, time to get this battle started!”

But as soon as they arrived, Megatron turned to them and glared at them, his red optics flaring slightly. As Decepticon principles dictated that no true Decepticon would never show fear in front of organics, they remained stone-cold, appearing as fierce as ever. However, Warhead was still shocked – shock didn’t betray those principles. At the very least, shock betraying him was allowed.

“L-LORD MEGATRON?!” Warhead shouted at the top of his ventilation tanks, nearly dropping his war-hammer in the process. “When did you get here?! This is my turf! My battle! My-”

“Silence, or else I’ll have you and your friends turned into scrap,” Megatron barked back. “This is my fight!”

“Why, you little...” Stormface, a large Decepticon who towered over the rest and was roughly a head taller than Megatron. He had only arrived recently – or maybe he was always there; he liked to keep to the shadows. Stormface arched his fist back and threw it at Megatron. However, that punch would never connect; Megatron grabbed the fist in his hand, surprising Stormface. Then, Megatron proceeded to grab the upper half of Stormface’s wrist and pull it back, causing Stormface to fall back in agony. Before Stormface could react any further, Megatron pulled back his fist and, with as much strength as he could gather, punched Stormface clean through his head, and the larger bot slumped to the ground.

Turning back to Valentijn whilst wiping the energon off of his servos, he chuckled, smiling arrogantly. “Hahaha! What a joke! Please, do tell another one! I haven’t had this much of a laugh since that time that Autobot – whatshisname; he had something to do with the 113th Battalion – tried to join us, and so he gave us a quantifiable amount of info, and we gave him good compensation for the information he provided us: we threw him into a sharkpit and left the Sharkticons to kill him! In return, we found out about a colony the Autobots were trying to jointly create with some interstellar empire. All I’m going to say is that the empire’s now under my dominion and I’ve enslaved those weaklings!”

Megatron pretended to cough and his expression darkened. His eight royal guards pulled out their guns choreographically, as if it had been rehearsed by Megatron before they arrived. “Nevertheless, I am disgusted at the fact that a crew of organic cowards are scurrying around the Moon. My soldiers here lured you into a trap, and you and your pathetic, insignificant crew of pacifistic brats believed it to be true. When your my age, Valentijn, you know that it’s only right to constantly train, improve your strength, stamina, speed, intelligence and durability, and force those under your heel strut!” To the surprise of his soldiers, Megatron knelt down and gripped a crystallite of Dark Energon dropped from Unicron’s maw. Grabbing the end, he, with little effort, pulled it out of the ground and presented it to Valentijn and his soldiers.

“This here is Angolmois, or Dark Energon as you know it. This is a substance that’s capable of granting one unfathomable quantities of power, and it’s also capable of resurrecting the dead, albeit there’s a high chance that it’ll result in your zombified corpse becoming one of Unicron’s servants, though I have no clue what’ll happen to you organics,” Megatron said. “But I’ll demonstrate that I’m far more powerful than those weaklings under Unicron’s command. Now...”

Suddenly, Megatron gripped the crystal harder, causing some of itself to be torn off, falling onto the ground. Then, without a second’s thought, he shoved the crystallite into his spark chamber. Just after that, his spark chamber – where the Decepticon insignia was proudly displayed on his chest – began to flare a purple colour, and a purple colouration began to spread itself throughout ,
With a yell, the response cooled itself down, and Megatron returned to normal. Those who observed the event would notice that Megatron’s power increased dramatically, and that an aura of Angolmois seemed to resonate from Megatron’s core – yet Unicron seemed to have no influence over him.

Megatron’s face contorted into a grin. “Maybe my ties to General Galvatron have made it so that I can’t be controlled by Unicron. After all, he managed to refuse the Chaos-Bringer’s demands. This, my friends, is the power of a god, and I will ensure that I harvest as much Dark Energon as possible. Then, I will use those crystals as a conduit to fuel my power!”

Megatron activated his fusion cannon, which began to whirr. “Now, then... I suppose you’ll do. I’ll fight all ten of you – my guards will help me to make it even. None shall surpass Megatron, ruler of the cosmos! I won’t be defeated by some cowards who hide behind shields! No one will surpass me!”

Megatron’s chest opened itself, a dark grey box with a dark purplish-greenish void stretching out of it. He then rummaged around the seemingly infinite void and pulled out an orangish energon longsword, which flared slightly. Closing his chest, Megatron’s face contorted to fierceness, almost anger, as he bared his dentas and charged at the shield. “NO ONE!!”

The rest of Megatron’s royal guard – the ten who he brought with him – aimed their guns and opened fire on the shield, aiming to take it out and charge into the battlefield itself. With luck, they’d be able to take down the shield and fight the Valentians themselves.

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On board the Victory, Galvatron was becoming impatient. It wasn’t long since he arrived him, but it felt like an eternity for him. He needed to fight Optimus, defeat him and become the leader of the Decepticons. The urge burned from within and it was desperate to be released. Still, he was willing to wait for a bit longer, so long as he was distracted by something. Luckily for him, that came with the notice that the Arkeyanan fleet had departed the battlefield – taking the Shipyard and the Contingency with them.

Galvatron believed he could feel a Unicronian-like presence resonating from within. It was strange: ever since he came here, he felt like a demonic, booming, almost guttural voice was calling for him to assume his place as Unicron’s rightful right-servo mech. Maybe it was his brittle logic chips tricking and confusing him, but he was still too independent to submit to another! He never wanted to become another’s lackey; he resented becoming one of Megatron’s generals, and he didn’t want to shed one master for another. No, he wanted to rule over others and command everyone else in the galaxy.

It was his calling – no, it was his destiny.

His mind focusing back on the Arkeyanan fleet, he presumed that, if the energies were right, he would be able to send a program and nanobots their way and discover the location of where they was, and to see if Unicron’s energies still resonated from their capital planet. “You there!” Galvatron barked at a greyish Decepticon who was roughly two heads smaller than him. “I want you to send in a bunch of nanobots so they can send a tracking program to that Contingency. I want to find out where they’re going to.”

The smaller Decepticon nodded and transformed into his car mode, rolling off to a control room. The nanobots with the tracking program would then be sent in the direction of the Contingency. If the nanobots were destroyed, the program would then be sent through the mainframe. Galvatron turned back to the hangar, when he was stopped in his tracks by a familiar voice.

“Galvatron, stop this madness!” a relatively gruff, baritone voice commanded. Galvatron’s optics could only identify its source as being the one and only Optimus Prime. Optimus’s struts landed on the ground with a thud and he turned around to take in a view of the hangar. He didn’t know why, but there was a few Constructicons blowing Transformer-sized trumpets, synced with one another as if it had been composed for a song. The usual Decepticon banners adorned the hangar, and spacecraft entered and left the hangar as usual. But it was still odd to him. It seemed like everybot here anticipated his arrival. There even seemed to be some form of sarcophagus that resembled the tribe leader Megatronus Prime's from eons ago. Optimus then knew that Galvatron was hell-bent on killing him and using that as prestige so he could become the leader of the Decepticons - that had to be the reason why.

He turned to his left and saw a poster of one of Optimus and Galvatron’s fights. Judging by Galvatron’s lighter paintjob, Optimus assumed this fight took place around the 2010s. He turned back to face Galvatron and walked closer to him until the two were only a few feet apart from one another.

“Galvatron, I beg of you – cease this hostile campaign of war!” Optimus pleaded. “There are far larger threats at the moment: Unicron and his Heralds, for one. I need you and your leader Megatron to either leave this battlefield or join forces with us, just for this one battle. The fate of the Universe is far more important than your desire to weaponize the Chaos-Bringer!"

Galvatron chuckled. “Our chat earlier didn’t tip you off, Prime? I don’t want to join forces with you, and I’ll be damned if Megatron doesn’t just you in the face for even requesting that! You’re as stupid as always, Prime: you always love to prod people in the back endlessly, asking them if they’ll join you and your Autobots, until they finally punch you in the face. Still, you have that hot-blooded passion from eons ago, back when you were just a young ‘con fighting in the Simanzian conflict! See, I remember, Prime – I was once Megatron, you know! Back when he and I split, his memories remained. Maybe you’ll join your split-sparks in battle, and you’ll finally leave those Autobots!”

“Those solar cycles are over, Galvatron,” Optimus retorted, “and I sure as hell don’t want to join you ever again! I was forged in Rodion back when Megatron and his generals were in their youth, back when it was controlled by Megatron and his master’s Decepticons. I was sent into combat around the time Megatron tried to massacre 80% of the population just to win the war. Ever since then, I knew that it was my calling to be an Autobot: I didn’t want to needlessly slaughter and enslave just to sate my appetite for power; I wanted to preserve freedom and sovereignty. I wanted to defend planets like the Earth from chaotic beings and tyrants who wanted to expand their empire and rule over the cosmos as god-emperors, just like your leader, Megatron. This is the last time I’ll say it, Galvatron: we don’t need to fight. We can stand side-by-side and destroy Galvatron with the Matrix of Leadership. There’s no need for anyone else to die! There’s no need to let entire planets fall to Unicron just for a shot at power! There’s-”

“Dear Prima, your speech was boring... Eh, don’t worry, Prime; this precious planet of yours – Earth, was it? – shall be your funeral pyre!” Galvatron gloated. “And it’ll be the pyre of your Autobots! Mwahahahaha!”

Galvatron calmed himself and arched his fusion cannon at Optimus’s head. “Since this will be the last time you and I will ever fight each other, Prime, I’ll savour this battle. Don’t worry, I won’t go too hard on you, Prime!”

“Nor will I, Galvatron, if you agree to stop allowing Unicron to slaughter humanity and work with us,” Optimus responded.

“Hah! See how much of a shit I give about those puny insecticons!” Galvatron cackled.

Almost immediately after Galvatron finished his retort, a purple blast of antimatter roared from the fusion cannon, aiming right at Optimus’s chassis. Instinctively, Optimus grabbed his energon shield with his left servo and held it in front of him, bracing for impact. The energy blast struck the shield, dissipating into the air soon after. Then, Optimus dramatically thrust his wrists into the air, activating the dual energon swords built into his wrists – he estimated that the quantum electric generator had brought the temperature of the swords to around one hundred degrees Celsius; the burn rate, as usual, would have been around five kilojoules per second if Galvatron’s nanobots didn’t dampen the impact. Bringing his wrists back down, Optimus then charged towards Galvatron.

In response, Galvatron activated two long dark purple blades, which shot out from his wrists, and he then charged at Optimus Prime in response. Finally, the two titans faced one another, and Optimus’s left sword connected with Galvatron’s right blade, and the two were then locked in a stalemate.

The battle for the Earth’s fate had begun.

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[The Hexagon Industries]

The Chancellor walked at a fast pace towards the Broadcast Center. After unintentionally hearing a conversation of the High Seer and a Perechim, the Chancellor instantly had an idea come to his head. It would possibly lead to a demotion, yes, but it was worth it.

Opening the door, the Chancellor was greeted by a dark room. As he stepped inside, the door closed behind him, leaving him inside the completely dark room. Clapping twice, the lights flickered on, and the wall in front of him lit up, a holographic screen projecting from a hidden device on the floor.

"Request discreet transmission to ID Code 414-516-805," the Chancellor spoke, occasionally looking back at the door, checking to see if someone was listening to him.

"Hailing the Cybertronian Empire," the computer answered back. The screen blinked twice, before speaking again, "Receiver idle. Transmission not accepted."

"Record holographic message."

Minutes later, the lights turned off, and the screen went from blue to gray. The word, "Connected." was shown at the middle.

He only assumed that his holographic projection would be forcibly displayed at the ship's control room. Fixing his uniform, and adjusting his medals and ribbons, he cleared his throat, before the screen in front of him turned into a white screen. "Hello again, Megatron. Remember me?" Bill Cordova spoke with a wry smile.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Unaware of the unauthorized call, the crew of the Deathbringer watched as Unicron devoured Mars' lunar satellites. "This is bad. It's only a few hundred kilometres away from Earth," A Cardinal spoke, calculating the exact time Unicron reaches the planet.

"We could fire a full blast towards Unicron, maybe stop him in his tracks for a small amount of time," a Kindred Agent suggested, before lifting up an entire stack of folders.

"And what do you think would happen next, hm?" A Dominion asked sarcastically, while typing on her console. "If Unicron focuses on us, we'll have no chance of surviving."

"Wait, wait...we have a few Consortium members in here, maybe we could ask for assistance!" A second Dominion suggested, his voice barely audible from the commotion happening in the room.

"We can't! They've already sided with Unicron!" The Commander spoke, growling as he tapped his fingers on his seat's armrest. "What we can do for now is focus on how to prevent the Earth from getting destroyed. War between nations has already started, we must stop being dormant if we want to live."

"I'm starting to love this Multiverse," one agent spoke to himself, before humming a strange, yet calming tune.

- - - - - - - - - -

"Here in the training grounds, there occurred a drill. Twelve agents dove to the ground; twelve agents went in. Ordered around, fired a round, eleven agents went back out again," an agent sang under his breath, before lifting his rifle to his chest. Lining up to his twelve man squad, they prepared to leave the armory. The agent, while waiting for orders, continued to hum the rest of the song. The metal door soon opened, with an Officer already standing outside.

"Proceed to Docking Bay Seven!" the Officer yelled loudly, while pointing to the west side of the ship. "A Vortex will be waiting for you there!"

The squad began to march, their stiff soles banging loudly on the metal floor. Soon joined in by other squadrons coming from different armories, they began to march as one unit. Proudly carrying their rifles, the Beta Nahua Platoon of the Aztec Battalion began to proceed to the docking bay, passing by a handful of other agents.

Most paused from their work to look at the 48 man platoon, but some stayed committed to their job. The platoon eventually reached the docking bay, meeting their other battalion members. "Attayn-SHUN!" the officer commanded the platoon, snapping the men into attention, while lining up with their co-battalion members. "We are here to wait for Maya and Inca Battalion, we will only begin briefing after they arrive! As for now, paraaade...REST!"

The entire battalion cried out, as they went into rest. With their eyes staring ahead, their feet separated, and their hands behind their backs, they waited for the others to arrive.

- - - - - - - - - - -

"Sir. Inca, Aztec, and Maya Battalion has just been briefed, and is now sent to their corresponding Catalysts." The speaking agent then pulled out a folder from the envelope she was carrying, giving it to the Seer in command. "If I may ask, sir, what was the plan all along?"

"The plan is well above your clearance, Perechim, go back to your post and wait for orders," the Seer spoke, pulling a file from the folder. The Seer carefully examined the file, having no exact clue of the mission details himself. Muttering as he spoke, he paused halfway to look at the Perechim, still standing in front of him. Sighing deeply, he spoke, "This is insubordination, Perechim. You have already delivered your folder to me, hopefully it's data is currently untampered or not compromised. Begone, return to your post, or I will personally drag you to the Commander himself."

- - - - - - - - - -

Three Catalysts soon left the fleet at high speeds headed for Earth.

A faint whistle coming from one of the Catalysts was heard through the radio, broadcasting it throughout the entire Hexagon fleet.

[Valentine Z]

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: Wait, Megatron is there now? Haha, the bastard won't know what hits him!

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: Weapon charged at 90%!

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: Excellent! When we are reaching the Moon, we will give everything we got! Though, this thing won't hold anymore, so we will have to crash-land it after we fired it!

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Sounds like a plan to me! Though, I wonder if he will recognise me, or something.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill ł. Athena Vasilisa Helen Ceeta: Val, look! They seem to be… bickering with one another?

And Jolyn was right on that statement; Valentijn and his crew are around 1 kilometre away from the Moon, so they could not exactly see what was going on. After all, the windshield broke, and they can no longer use the built-in camera.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: I cannot see what's going on! Just small specks moving here and there!

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara Pernella Ellie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr F. Millicent Eirian: Do not worry, my dears. This is where I come in handy! I will zoom in at what's happening, and we can see what's going on. No sound though!

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette Brigetta Marce Tanya Whitney Hoshiko Radiance: Well, as long as we can see!

With that, Jamie took out her sniper rifle and hooked up a screen to the scope. The 20-inch foldable screen now provides real-time view of what was aimed down the sights. This is done mainly because Jamie does not want to be the next one who got her eye shot out from merely aiming down the said sights. She fixed the rifle on the dashboard to give it more stability.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara Pernella Ellie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr F. Millicent Eirian: Well, it is now more than certain that it was not the robots; rather, it was some of Megatron's henchmen, I believe. But, Megatron seems to be bickering with them.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Well, what else is new, I suppose. The guy's constantly fighting with his subordinates, so that's guaranteed.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara Pernella Ellie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr F. Millicent Eirian: He shoved the smaller one aside. And… now the bigger one was trying to hit Megatron. Yes, there is another robot that is around a head taller than Megatron. I figured that he would be stronger-

The scene that Jamie was describing, was the fight between Stormface and Megatron. As the 8 of them (Gwen has to pilot the ship, and Marcus was watching the weapon systems) watched the fight intensely, they found that the larger Decepticon was defeated in a rather gory manner; his attempt of striking down Megatron was met with disproportionate retribution, resulting in his death.

Head Engineer Tiffany Violet Sunshine Charlotte Zelina Alessandra Jennesa D. Audrey Mariel Smiley: Eww, ROBOT GORE! I think I am going to be sick! [Displays a >_< emoticon on her face]

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette Brigetta Marce Tanya Whitney Hoshiko Radiance: Kuso, once you see something, you can't unsee it.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill ł. Athena Vasilisa Helen Ceeta: To be honest, I am not THAT surprised… I mean, he's leading these other robots for a reason.

Chief Senator Shannon Gwendolyn Annette Melissa Liliah Nelie G. Tammie Elizabeth Jennifier Wanda: I think we should call up the 50 others? I don't think Unicron is that much of a priority now.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: I confess… I thought about punching him straight, but now I think that was a totally stupid idea.

Lead Ambassador Germaine Moira “Mercy” Sylvia Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Hailie Constance: I can see why.

After the skirmish, Megatron proceed to look in the general direction of Val's ship. He wasn't looking directly at the protruding sniper from the windshield, but rather, at Valentijn himself. That along was enough to scare Jamie for a while.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara Pernella Ellie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr F. Millicent Eirian: Ahh! Goodness me, the very thought of Megatron staring at me… that is the most frightening thing ever. Well, he is speaking now, but I cannot really tell what he is saying!

Head Diplomat Charlene Jeannie Natalia Adeline Marceline Celestie Christine Irell Myong Suh-Hyung: I can lip-read! To some extent… this is a little harder, because you know, robot mouth and all.

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: That was oddly convenient. Please tell me Jolyn has the power to erase this timeline as well.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill ł. Athena Vasilisa Helen Ceeta: Well, not exactly that, but I might have something along that line, who knows. Anyway, let's see.

Turning back to Valentijn whilst wiping the energon off of his servos, he chuckled, smiling arrogantly. “Hahaha! What a joke! Please, do tell another one! I haven’t had this much of a laugh since that time that Autobot – whatshisname; he had something to do with the 113th Battalion – tried to join us, and so he gave us a quantifiable amount of info, and we gave him good compensation for the information he provided us: we threw him into a sharkpit and left the Sharkticons to kill him! In return, we found out about a colony the Autobots were trying to jointly create with some interstellar empire. All I’m going to say is that the empire’s now under my dominion and I’ve enslaved those weaklings!”

Head Diplomat Charlene Jeannie Natalia Adeline Marceline Celestie Christine Irell Myong Suh-Hyung: He says, "What… a joke. Do tell another one! Haven't had this laugh since that Autobot… joined them, gave them info, then threw him into a robot shark tank. We found out about the colony, Autobots were trying to create. The empire is then under my dominion… enslaved those weaklings." I don't think that might be all, but that's all I could interpret.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara Pernella Ellie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr F. Millicent Eirian: That is horrible of him. I do not even need the full sentences to know what he was going to say, and it was horrible enough. Still, your skills are rather remarkable, Charlene!

Head Diplomat Charlene Jeannie Natalia Adeline Marceline Celestie Christine Irell Myong Suh-Hyung: Haha, thank you! Could you zoom in a little though? Maybe if I can see his mouth close, I could read better.

Jamie then adjusted the zoom function to be a little closer. Now, the entirety of Megatron's face occupies the entire screen.

Head Engineer Tiffany Violet Sunshine Charlotte Zelina Alessandra Jennesa D. Audrey Mariel Smiley: EWW! That is so gross!

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette Brigetta Marce Tanya Whitney Hoshiko Radiance: Right? And I thought Val was pretty gross when we found him.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Hey, I resent that remark!

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette Brigetta Marce Tanya Whitney Hoshiko Radiance: Hahahaha, got ya, Val. But seriously, you need to fix your face, man.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Pssh, I will get on to that. Nobody can see my face under this helmet most of the time, anyway.

Head Diplomat Charlene Jeannie Natalia Adeline Marceline Celestie Christine Irell Myong Suh-Hyung: Wait, guys, he's speaking again!

Megatron pretended to cough and his expression darkened. His eight royal guards pulled out their guns choreographically, as if it had been rehearsed by Megatron before they arrived. “Nevertheless, I am disgusted at the fact that a crew of organic cowards are scurrying around the Moon. My soldiers here lured you into a trap, and you and your pathetic, insignificant crew of pacifistic brats believed it to be true. When your my age, Valentijn, you know that it’s only right to constantly train, improve your strength, stamina, speed, intelligence and durability, and force those under your heel strut!” To the surprise of his soldiers, Megatron knelt down and gripped a crystallite of Dark Energon dropped from Unicron’s maw. Grabbing the end, he, with little effort, pulled it out of the ground and presented it to Valentijn and his soldiers.

Head Diplomat Charlene Jeannie Natalia Adeline Marceline Celestie Christine Irell Myong Suh-Hyung: He says… "Ah-hoot!" Oh wait, that was a cough. Anyway, continuing on, "Nevertheless, I am disgusted by… fact that a crew of organic cowards are scurrying around the Moon. My soldiers lured you into a trap, and you and your pathetic, insignificant crew of pacifistic brats believed it to true. When you are my age, Valentijn, you know that it's only right to constantly train, improve your strength, stamina, speed, intelligence and durability, and force those under your heel strut!"

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Organic cowards… Yep, that's Megatron, all right.

Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill ł. Athena Vasilisa Helen Ceeta: He's full of it! Val, don't let this fool faze you that much. I know from the start that something was not right with him.

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette Brigetta Marce Tanya Whitney Hoshiko Radiance: We have to admit, falling for that trick was really foolish on our parts!

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Well, it was not exactly my training… more of me just sprinting straight into a battlefield while Germaine was trying her best to deflect all the bullets.

Lead Ambassador Germaine Moira “Mercy” Sylvia Angelina Zoe Sophia Jen Alanna Hailie Constance: Ahh, now you admit that I was a pretty good guardian angel to you, literally speaking.

Head Secretary Jamie Izabella Maxie Clara Pernella Ellie Marie Valerie Ruby Æstriðr F. Millicent Eirian: Oh, goodness. I think he knelt down or something. He's out of sight… wait, let me readjust the scope.

Jamie zoomed back out and with that, all of them now saw that Megatron was along with a few other guards. It was the crystallite of Dark Energon dropped from Unicron’s maw. Grabbing the end, Megatron, with little effort, pulled it out of the ground and presented it to Valentijn and his soldiers.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Hah, so what is that, his kryptonite? Or… is it the opposite?

Intelligence Officer Jenny Claudia Joy Lena Linette Brigetta Marce Tanya Whitney Hoshiko Radiance: I will go with the opposite.

“This here is Angolmois, or Dark Energon as you know it. This is a substance that’s capable of granting one unfathomable quantities of power, and it’s also capable of resurrecting the dead, albeit there’s a high chance that it’ll result in your zombified corpse becoming one of Unicron’s servants, though I have no clue what’ll happen to you organics,” Megatron said. “But I’ll demonstrate that I’m far more powerful than those weaklings under Unicron’s command. Now...”

Head Diplomat Charlene Jeannie Natalia Adeline Marceline Celestie Christine Irell Myong Suh-Hyung: "Angol… something, Dark Energon! Capable of granting unfathomable quantities of power, resurrecting the dead, your zombified corpse becoming one of Unicron's servants. I will demonstrate that I am far more powerful than those weaklings under Unicron's command."

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: Heh, get ready for a shit show.

Suddenly, Megatron gripped the crystal harder, causing some of itself to be torn off, falling onto the ground. Then, without a second’s thought, he shoved the crystallite into his spark chamber. Just after that, his spark chamber – where the Decepticon insignia was proudly displayed on his chest – began to flare a purple colour, and a purple colouration began to spread itself throughout ,
With a yell, the response cooled itself down, and Megatron returned to normal. Those who observed the event would notice that Megatron’s power increased dramatically, and that an aura of Angolmois seemed to resonate from Megatron’s core – yet Unicron seemed to have no influence over him.

Megatron’s face contorted into a grin. “Maybe my ties to General Galvatron have made it so that I can’t be controlled by Unicron. After all, he managed to refuse the Chaos-Bringer’s demands. This, my friends, is the power of a god, and I will ensure that I harvest as much Dark Energon as possible. Then, I will use those crystals as a conduit to fuel my power!”

Megatron activated his fusion cannon, which began to whirr. “Now, then... I suppose you’ll do. I’ll fight all ten of you – my guards will help me to make it even. None shall surpass Megatron, ruler of the cosmos! I won’t be defeated by some cowards who hide behind shields! No one will surpass me!”

Megatron’s chest opened itself, a dark grey box with a dark purplish-greenish void stretching out of it. He then rummaged around the seemingly infinite void and pulled out an orangish energon longsword, which flared slightly. Closing his chest, Megatron’s face contorted to fierceness, almost anger, as he bared his dentas and charged at the shield. “NO ONE!!”

Head Engineer Tiffany Violet Sunshine Charlotte Zelina Alessandra Jennesa D. Audrey Mariel Smiley: Oh, dear me… this is not going to go so well.

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: Yeah, no kidding! I think we will need more than 10 of us for this job. Val, what do you say? Val?

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: ……. Get ready to global transmit my speech to the 50 others.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: Bloody hell, this guy and his antics…

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: Weapon systems at 98%!

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Good, good, don't let up! I need to make a quick transmission.

Code: Select all

Greetings my fellow Valentians, my 50 others that are attacking Unicron right now,

I, General Valentijn, order all of you to come to our aid. I don't think I will need to say much more, other than the fact that Megatron is now within 100 meters away from us. And he has powered himself up as well, so… everyone, this is the moment we have been waiting for. I am all aware of the sacrifices that might have to be made, and this might not go as well as the other fights that we have had before, but we have the Valentian spirit – to fight even in the smallest of odds, and that we will die fighting even for pacifists. Fight here, and I will guarantee that you will all go back home as I promised! Trust me, we will never die.

Now that is done… GET THE FUCK OVER HERE QUICKLY. WE NEED YOU, OVER AND OUT!


Now the 60 of them are talking back with their global frequency.

Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya Annie Millie Taissa Butterfly Coraline Jolijn V. Clementine Harumi: Hahah, Val… I think you should have calmed down at that part.

L. Cpl. Matthew Russell Victor Zackary James Adrian Jarchigudai Shinghk Aspertia Emlig Mauci: You heard the big guy. Let's go, guys!

3rd Warrant Officer Pinky Amelia Felicia Florence Katarina Mirjam Celine Tihan E Ruža Magovac: This better work, or I will die as a ghost. A GHOST, let me tell you that.

3rd Lt. Sylvie Peyton Amy Ximena Melanie Ying Kristina Rakocevic Sharrat-Sippar Jovana Katrin: Can we approach Megatron from behind? I will kill him. From inside.

4th Sgt. Harris Anthony Leroy Gabriel Taylor Stephen Ozakar Yakup Farid Reyhan Tekir Q Sezgin: I think the important thing is to reach Val and his crew first.

2nd Lt. Robert Calvin Osbaldo Patrick Stanley Bartev Atam Vanagan Gogbashian Jett Lawerence: I kind of see this coming, really.

2nd Cpt. Annabelle Grace Whitney Zoey Luminisa Costiniu Frumoasa Claire E. Danielle Tricia Kora: Godspeed, everyone. And good luck!

Field Marshal Jacob Dalston Sullivan Kelvin Jamil Donald Taylor Xavier Ryman Øistein Håvard Axel: Yes! Rip and tear! RIP. AND. TEAR.

The rest of Megatron’s royal guard – the ten who he brought with him – aimed their guns and opened fire on the shield, aiming to take it out and charge into the battlefield itself. With luck, they’d be able to take down the shield and fight the Valentians themselves.

Head Engineer Tiffany Violet Sunshine Charlotte Zelina Alessandra Jennesa D. Audrey Mariel Smiley: Shit, take cover! They are attacking my shield!

Several shots went and hit the shield that Tiffany has deployed. The 4000 HP health was drained within 4 placed shots, while the rest hit the ship's other parts.

Head Engineer Tiffany Violet Sunshine Charlotte Zelina Alessandra Jennesa D. Audrey Mariel Smiley: Shield's gone! It will take me a while to deploy another one!

As if on instinct, Marcus moved forward and deployed his own shield, which now regenerated back to 8000 HP. A few more shots hit it, draining it down to 1000 HP (7 shots hit it).

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: Barrier is failing!

Now it was up to Valentijn.

General Valentijn Samantha Maxwell “De Sierlijke Valkyrie” Angelus Delta Weston Tracey Mitchell Constantine: Germaine.. guys, I have a plan. Use all your healing abilities on me, while I will use my hand to block Gwen from the shots. Jamie, put the scope right in front of the windshield then give the screen to Gwen. It will become a makeshift viewfinder for now.

Germaine's healing staff, along with Val's passive regeneration, provided 1000 HP / sec + 400 HP / sec, a total of 1400 HP / sec heal. It would outheal the damage from a single shot, but multiple shots are still difficult to sustain.

Foresittend Marcus Alan Arielian Maximillian Swifty Felix Prometheus Vt. Lynx Artyom Haydn Reynolds: Weapon systems at 100%! Gwen, you are clear to fire!

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: Cheers! All right, here goes nothing!

With the press of a button, Gwen fired the ship's main cannon towards Megatron and his crew, or at least where she think they are at. There's a good 60% chance that the shot will hit Megatron straight on his face, while a 80% chance that he would be hit, but not to a greater effect.

Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn Ellen Trixie Foxworthy Avril Celinda Sammy W. Lindall Leslie Allison: Shots fired! We have to crash-land on the Moon… and face Megatron.

[Ordocravia]

After Megatron fired his shots at the Valentian Interceptor, part of it's programming sent a message to it's head Dreadnaught, which also happened to be the Emperor's Dreadnaught

Imperial Head-Dreadnaught, Jupiter's Orbit
As protocol foretold, the message was set to be received by the Dreadnaught's Broodmother, which, in this case happened to be Broodmother B-5
As the Broodmother analysed the signal the attacker's energy patterns seemed peculiar, and, in it's own judgement decided to present a status report to the Emperor, which at the time was in his personal quarters reading a book.

The Broodmother's abrupt entrance into the Room startled the Emperor, and after he sat to breath a little said;
"Whatever it is that you may want, machine, it better be worth my time"

The Broodmother then responded
"I apologize for disrupting your routine, your majesty, but one of our ships has received enemy fire..."

The Emperor then simply said; "So what?"

Two seconds of silence followed until the Broodmother responded: "...The enemy fire signals are an identical match to Decepticon weaponry"

All the Emperor could do after hearing that was to simply narrow his eyes before replying: "Initiate operation 'Nalton', and send a Freighter to investigate the matter while I.."
The Broodmother then interrupted : "Broodmother A-1 reports that Supreme General Pegorpax Matenvonlis Voxli had allowed a group of Mercenaries to board the ships without enacting any background checks on their identity"
The Emperor then said: "The orders remain the same, but I want you to open a Com-Link with General Voxli"
And the Broodmother said " Of course, your majesty" after leaving, then the Emperor's desk's wooden top started to split apart to reveal a more technological interior while the Hologram session started as the Emperor awaited the General

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Meanwhile on General Voxli's Dreadnaught the General within two minutes of the Com-link being opened was informed by a Soldier that the Emperor awaited him, as he made his wait to the Comms room he opened the Com-Link and then the Emperor's hologram appeared
Emperor Rethovus S. Ermecorroge: "So, Pegorpax, I heard that you hired a few Mercenaries to assist the cause, correct?"
The General gulped and responded
Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli: "Yes, I did, my Lord, what about them?"
Emperor Rethovus S. Ermecorroge:" I also heard that somehow you forgot to do a background check on them, correct?"
Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli: Y-You are correct once again, my lord"
Emperor Rethovus S. Ermecorroge: "... Pegorpax, cut that formal bullshit and explain to me exactly how did it get past you that they were sided with the enemy?"
Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli: I-I didn't know! I thought that-"
Emperor Rethovus S. Ermecorroge: The last time a general 'thought' something that turned out incorrect, his head was found eight days later hanging outside the Grenesvara palace, have you read about that in the books?"
The general delayed a while to wipe his sweat, then he said
Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli:"...Yes, Nifalius records, archive 43"
Emperor Rethovus S. Ermecorroge:" So you know your history, good boy, I'll let you know that I am more forgiving than my ancestors were, now, give me Every. Single. Detail on what happened"
Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli:" I, uh, our sensors spotted them there on Earth's Surface asking for advise and I, seeing their, um, anomalies, thought that they would be a valuable asset at our disposal"
Emperor Rethovus S. Ermecorroge:" And you thought that was a good idea"
Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli:" Yes... yes I did"
the Emperor sighed and continued
Emperor Rethovus S. Ermecorroge:"ugh, look, I'm letting you get out of this since the attack on Megatron's part was unprovoked and unjustifiable , just send me over the data on these 'Mercenaries' of yours and let's call it a day, I know that the recent Mars evacuation has been rough on your Sector, now assume your work"
Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli:" Thank you, my lord"
Emperor Rethovus S. Ermecorroge:" One last thing, I command you to commence Operation Nalton"
Supreme General Pegorpax M. Voxli: "It has come to that?"
The Emperor then nodded as he close the Com-link and donned his cap on as he headed out to ship's bridge to watch the beginning of Operation Nalton as one hundred Death Corps were set to exit the ship and head to their target

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The Freighter set to check on the situation in the moon found chaos, with a nearly destroyed Interceptor attempting to land on a Decepticon-filled moon, the Freighter sent a message to both parties while awaiting a response, the message said

"TO ALL PARTIES OF THIS MINOR CLASH, HALT YOUR CURRENT ACTIONS AND STATE YOUR PURPOSE, WHY IS AN ORDOCRAVIAN VESSEL UNDER FIRE AND WHY WAS SUCH A RESPONSE TRIGGERED? YOUR CO-OPERATION IS MANDATORY, IF THIS VESSEL IS ATTACKED BOTH PARTIES WILL BE TERMINATED IMMEDIATELY"

[Wentera]

The Mythical Technocracy of Wentera
The officer would ignore the Demirestadian soldiers, he seemed to be in a rush. He would yell out, "Who is the Wenteran commanding officer here?" One of the Assault Troopers would yell, "Acting Commander Alex Mason, sir!" "And where is he?" "In that helicopter sir!"

Alex Mason would look at the wreck and activate his mask. He would look at the Wenteran officer and nod. He would start walking towards the open door.

Meanwhile in space...
John Relay would be pacing his bridge when he heard a ding on his computer. He would open the notification and see it was from the ship's hazard AI.

WARNING: Radiation from Gamma Scoop has reached near dangerous levels. Please vent as soon as possible.

John Relay would level one cannon at the Victory and clicked the full fire button. Every ship opened every weapon and opened fire on their focused on Decepticon ship. The Leadership would fire that one cannon and a very focused beam of gamma radiation would shoot straight at the Victory.

[Shwe Tu Colony]

Field of Battle: Near Earth
D'aillisioux shifted both the drone & his binoculars over to the moon that the Decepticons & General Valentijn's group were on. He & the Parfuhmerian drone with him had been quietly watching all of the engagements & combat that had been occurring near Earth — where the signal from earlier had been detected — & had sent back as much data as possible back to Sekka, who had been just as quietly sifting through what had been sent back. Now, though, the boy could tell that tensions were beginning to escalate, although he was certain that he could get fairly close without being detected & potentially obliterated if he wanted to continue observing in greater detail.

"Alright then, let's get going," D'aillisioux said to himself, his smirk not fading. While he was apparently known for having an adorable, beaming grin at times, the one that his countenance wore was mischievous & was more like the self-satisfied one that would appear while gazing at one's wondrous work. In this case, his work was the simple investigation he was undertaking, a task of which he was certain would lead to the completion of his own goals. In order to do so, he had to first complete the mission Sekka had given to him, mostly because of his obligation to please. As such, he got up from the deck of his vessel & somehow jumped over the side despite the vacuum of space.

Moments after, a rope appeared in his hands connecting him to his vessel's sails while a grey L-shaped platform appeared beneath & to the side of him, stopping his fall, with both of these of course being invisible & making it look like he was simply floating in space. His bizarre ability was beginning to become or at least feel like second nature to him, & instead of running, he began to glide atop the grey platform with visible water coming out of him, although it did not persist & vanished before it landed anywhere. Likewise, his ship emitted the same water drops from the bottom of it. With this strange way of movement, D'aillisioux's progress was swift, & become even more so when the water suddenly seemed to ignite, although nobody would have seen this flaming water.

The boy would arrive near the Moon at some point after the arrival of the Ordocravian vessel, with the butterfly-winged woman possibly appearing to deliver him the message that it had sent out in the form of a letter. He would (rather slowly, as he was not well educated despite Notburga's unparalleled tutelage) read it before giving it to the drone, which would absorb the letter to send it back to Sekka. Otherwise or after that, he would jump back onto his ship & take his binoculars back out, observing the battlefield alongside his drone. For those with normal vision, they would only see him in the form of a speck of blue & a speck of white against a black backdrop, but for anyone who had objects that could enhance their sight, they would certainly be able to see him in greater detail.

Assuming that someone did see him, it was possible that he could be of strategic value. After all, he seemed to be some child left to float in space, so maybe Megatron could use him for some... persuasive tactics against his more emotionally-motivated foes, assuming that he could capture him in the first place. However, his distance meant that he was not in the way of the battle between General Valentijn & the Decepticons, but he was still close enough to possibly be seen in detail by enhanced mechanical vision.

Parfuhmerie's Storefront
"This is taking far too long," Bo'kan said, exasperated at the nothingness that had transpired in Parfuhmerie's Storefront, "Even with Mac's beacon, nobody has showed up!" With that, she whipped out her communication crystal to Sekka. "Sir," she began, speaking into it, "Nobody has bought from us, we need to move somewhere closer to the battlefield if we're to get a patron or two."
"Aight then, I'll portal it over, make sure everyone's ready," he commanded.
"Understood," she put away the crystal, before turning to address everyone, "Hey, everyone! We're going to get moving. Hold onto something, or hope that Coszcatl's magic is enough." The mentioned wizard merely rolled her eyes as an enormous purple portal opened beneath them, with the island sinking into it. Naturally, this process sent out enormous amounts of magical energy, with an equally high amount being emitted from somewhere between Mars & Earth.

Once the island fully floated down into the hole, another identical gap appeared somewhere between Mars & Earth, far enough from the fighting or from any ships as to not cause immediate surprise or be in the way, although anyone nearby would probably notice the appearance of the white island against the black background of space. Further enhancing its visibility was the presence of Mac's beacon, which continued to shine its brilliant white beams against the void. On Earth, it was visible even during the daytime as a suspiciously, subtly lighter column of sky. Such was the lights' obnoxious brightness that just about anyone in a sphere — wherein Mars & the Earth were points on it —would be able to notice it, & those farther would probably still be able to notice it.

[Demirestad]

Kalder Salzerhove's thinking was interupted by the Electioneer Director bursting through the door, "The results are finalized, 84% in favor of joining the Wenterens in this war they are in.", "So it is..." Kalder Salzerhove answered, he then picked up the phone and dialed the number for high command, "This is Kalder Salzerhove, Case Black is now in effect, all men must be prepared for active fighting at a moments notice. Make sure this is sent to all branches of the military and from there every man under them. The nation is now at war.", he placed the phone back on the receiver and then picked it up again, calling the Regional Command in Kaztant, "Tell the the Wenteren Officer Alex Mason this: The nation of Demirestad is now in full support of the war effort, we request a method of real time contact with an official emissary or diplomat so that both heads of our nations may interact as fast as possible." he then put down the phone again and stood up walking out to the offices, "EVERYONE, I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT." all activity stopped in the room, "As of now, we are in a state of war, we will be assisting the Wenterens and their allies in our fight against this mechanical menace who threatens the world we stand on. Prepare yourself for the most trying time of our nation since its inception."

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The helicopter landed in the field and Erik then received a call from Kaztant Regional Command, "Mason, I have a message from Kalder Salzerhove himself, he said: The nation of Demirestad is now in full support of the war effort, we request a method of real time contact with an official emissary or diplomat so that both heads of our nations may interact as fast as possible. Looks like we will be joining this on your side. I hope you can figure that out between your leader." Erik then stepped out of the helicopter and made his way towards the group of Demirestadian soldiers, Officer Keller and the Tank Commander.

[Wentera]

The Mythical Technocracy of Wentera

Demirestad, Earth

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Ship Commander Alex Mason

"Alright, if what I think is about to happen, that will not be an issue." Alex Mason would then start walking towards the Wenteran officer. The Assault Troopers would look over their ship, finally getting the chance to see the damage. Meanwhile, the officer would say something in Wenteran resulting in a solemn nod from Mason. The officer would take two disks off of Mason's shoulders and place two new disks in the sockets resulting in a new symbol to appear on his armor, a sword striking through two wings. The officer would then get back on his ship with his force. The ship would then start lifting off back to the battleground back in space.

Meanwhile out in the Oort Cloud...
Attention all Legion members. We have found the Wenterans. Start mobilizing immediately. We shall get our revenge on them.
-The Hive

[Gogol Transcendancy]

Gevurah Warmind Politics By Other Means, 51 Peg Orbit

Admiral Roger Sheridan of the 5th Assault Fleet paced anxiously around his ship's command VR space, currently taking the form of a Cold War era missile silo. It'd been days since the Argus long ranged sensor array had first picked up the nightmare god world inbound on Earth, and yet no combat fleet - including his, the fleet that was supposed to take point in this sort of situation - had been deployed. And the number of explanations he'd gotten from higher ups was still sitting at a cool zero.

"Eager to get in the fight, aren't you?", said a voice behind him, pulling Roger out of his thoughts. He turned, to see a dark haired women in a black suit walking towards him. Melissa Williams, head director of the Anomaly Research Division. The branch of Hub operations dealing with phenomena not fitting into standard physical models, that also happened to rank dead last in terms of civilian oversight. Fuck.

"You got an explanation for why the delay?" he asked. "We do", she said, "although I'd prefer if we discussed this somewhere a bit more calming than a cold war relic. This situation is tense enough as it is." Roger grunted slightly before snapping his fingers, changing the simulated setting to a small coffee shop sitting on one of the many moons of Saturn. "Better", Melissa said. She smiled, seemingly genuinely.

"So", Roger asked, "can we can get the actual issue now?" "Right", she said. "Firstly, intelligence has finally given us a good picture of our target." She held out her hand, above which the image of a mechanical planet appeared.

Roger's eyes widened. "I-Isn't that from an 80's cartoon? Might have even watched it back when I was human." "Yeah." Melissa replied, "Unicron from Transformers, to be specific. A planet eater. Frankly, ever since reading about that clown faced toy planet I've not been particularly surprised at anything. Infinite multiverse out there, after all." Roger nodded. "And now", she said. "To the explanation. The reason there's been a delay is because the ARD has been given oversight for this operation, and, after discussion, we don't want you to engage in prompt termination of Unicron at all."

He barely managed to keep his jaw from dropping. "Are you shitting me?"

"Quite", she replied, grinning slightly. "Available intelligence, and just looking at the thing, suggests that it's a quite unprecedented treasure trove of technological resources. Unfortunately, the Autobots, the, uh, "good" faction of transforming cartoon robots", she chuckled, "seem to be planning to destroy that treasure trove quite utterly. Meanwhile, the Second Cybertronian Empire, the "bad" ones, are attempting to take control of it for their own uses. We want you to assist them in taking over Unicron, and then engage the Decepticon forces for control of the machine once this objective is complete. If taking over Unicron, or defeating the SCE, proves unfeasible, switch sides and attempt to terminate Unicron immediately. We'll be deploying twenty Gevurahs armed with anti-planet strangelet warheads alongside your force to aid if this proves necessary."

"God damnit Melissa", Roger snarled. "You know that you'll be permanently removed from office even if this scheme of yours succeeds, right? If it fails, we could be talking banishment, even a forced rewrite or straight up server deletion?" "I have my... contingencies", she replied. "Still, I have oversight for now, and unless you want me to replace you with someone more devoted..."

"I'll do it, damn you to hell." he replied. "Just don't expect me not to testify."

"I won't", she replied, grinning more widely. "Now get packing. I expect your force in the field within the next twelve hours."

[The Hexagon Industries]

"Deploy Obelisk Watcher Drones."

The three Catalysts, mere kilometers away from the Earth, released a couple of pyramid-like objects around them, before backing away. Continuing farther north, towards the Northern Hemisphere, the Catalysts began their descent into the atmosphere. Behind them followed the Obelisk Drones, dropping towards the ground, pointed side down.
"Obelisks are now at free fall, awaiting orders."

The crew of the three Catalysts watched as hundreds of fiery metal spikes began to rain down on the Americas and Eurasia, a wondrous sight that could be misinterpreted as a biblical sign of the end times.

However, considering that Unicron is one planet away, it was sure enough that this was the end.

The three Catalysts hovered just meters above the Ionosphere, watching the Moon and everything around them, as the situation slowly descended into chaos.

Surely enough, if the Hexagon were Deathbringers, Unicron was the Chaosbringer.

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"What can we do?" A High Seer spoke to a fellow Seer, staring at Unicron as it slowly advanced towards Earth. "Every shot fired at the giant mechanoid was deflected, some had even hit the Deathbringer's shields, and damn, these shots were powerful. One bolt had even depleted the Deathbringer's Secondary and Tertiary Kinetic Shielding, and damaged the Primary Kinetic Barrier down to 97%."

"We could always try Void..." the Seer pondered. "But our Carrier Ship never passed through the wormhole... Damn it!" the Seer hissed, throwing a punch into the protective glass. "We have a total of about fifty Void Shells, a number too few to be even considered as a small supply."

The two officers watched the battle outside, taking a good look at what fate had stored for them.

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"What do you mean, A.L.E.R.T. is occupied at the moment?! A.L.E.R.T. never gets occupied!"

"So you're saying that all universal links are severed? How is that?"

"Damn it, we lost another sector!"

"Catalyst Twelve has been fired upon, ricocheted shot, unknown source! Their Void Piercer is struck down, a quarter of the ship is now irradiated!"

"We're stuck in here!"

The Commander took a sip of his coffee, staring at the chaotic control room with a twitching eye. Report after report after report, everything was horrible, not one harboured a good message...

Until a lone Cerberus came to his side. "The battalions have reached Earth safely and dropped their payload. They are now awaiting orders."

Those two sentences gave the Commander a smile on his face.

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To: The Head of the Second
Cybertronian Empire
From: Chancellor Bill Cordova

- - C L A S S I F I E D - -

[[start transcript]]

Hello Megatron, remember me?
<pause>
Greetings from the Hexagon's
Deathbringer. I'm here to
discuss about something. Don't
worry, this is all hidden from the
others.
<exhale>
<pause>
I want all of this to end. Every
timeline, every repeat, every time
the Multiverse resets, I remember.
I am merely a clone of myself, I
do not exist, I have died thousands
of years ago, yet, every time I am
reincarnated, these... memories,
the memories of my past selves,
they are planted into my head.
<long pause>

I cannot take much more of this.
Each attempt at our survival has
ended in nothing more but the
destruction of countless other
civilizations, species and
Universes. Like a stubborn
phoenix, we keep rising with
even greater strength, only to be
brought down by the same men
that had taken us down in the
past.

Maybe we weren't supposed to
exist.
<long pause>

I want to help you end all of this.
Once this is all over, I want you to
capture me. I shall willingly
submit, just please, end this.


[[transcript end]]


[Demirestad]

Verdensk, Military High Command, The War Room

"Planning on this scale is going to be a massive task to complete, we have to worry about what come from the sky without a way of knowing what or when it will happen. We will only be able to make the troops in an area aware of it when it is right above them." Head Military Strategist Landon Verheit said while looking at the massive map of Demirestad in front of him, "Anyone got any ideas on how we are going to defend ourselves? We have prepared for attacks from our borders, but not this, this is something completely different!" he waited to hear an answer from the variety of strategists, generals and personnel gathered around the map table, "The Wenterens could help give us some heads up if they detect something." one of them eventually said, "That could work, if we had a reliable way of contacting them!" Landon snapped back at the strategist that answered, obviously looking stressed "This is a tactical and logistical nightmare, how can we plan if we don't know what to plan for!", he then started to pace back and forth, "For all we know this decision might have put us on the list to be bombed to bits by some other nation who doesn't take so kindly to our pleasantries with the Wenterens, we are in WAY over our heads!", "It is still our duty to protect the nation, so we will do it, we have to be ready for anything." Military High Commander Deitze Canyer asserted, "We may be under prepared, and under informed, but we will fight like hell if anything tries to lay foot here that intends to destroy us." Landon began to calm down, "Right, right, so I guess first thing we have to do is see if the Wenterens have any way to allow our commands to communicate freely. I know Kalder Salzerhove is trying to figure that out now, all we can do is try and draw out a reaction plan.". The men in the room began to get to work on laying out contingency plan upon contingency plan in order to make sure they were prepared for anything.

In the Northwestern Ferstemer Mountains, Walser A. Howdren Extended Range Radio Receiver Center

A Radio Operator flicked through signals on the massive radio receiver, nicknamed The Ear as apposed to its long winded name, seeing if anything came up, although not much usually did, it was usually a mixture of civilian stations, police frequencies, beeps from communication systems and more then anything, lots and lots of radio static. The centers main purpose was to find alien communication frequencies and had been commissioned by the government to begin combing all frequencies possible. He was about to take a sip of his coffee when he heard a signal, making him almost spit out said coffee, he then put on the headphones and listened in on the transmission, preparing to try and use the system to find where it came from. It was very garbled, but he could tell it didn't come from Earth, but it was also nearby. He would need some time to figure this out.

Outside Kaztant, The Wenteren Ship Crash Site

"I saw what happened here, thank god the tanks made it here in time." Erik said to Officer Keller, "Yeah, now we see what else we can do, although from what I have seen, not much yet.", then he heard one of the Helicopter operators "COMMAND FROM BASE, WE NEED TO GET BACK TO BASE AND REPORT IN!", "TELL THEM WE WILL BE THERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, BUT WE STILL HAVE BUSINESS TO ADDRESS HERE!" Officer Keller yelled back, "Looks like our time sitting around is numbered."

[The Hexagon Industries]

"First batch of Watcher Drones will touch down in thirty seconds!" A Dominion shouted from her console, making sure that every agent in the Control Center could hear her.

"Sir, engines restored to full capacity, and is now prepared to warp. All shields, Primary, Secondary and Tertiary Shields, are restored to 100%, and all vessels are ready for combat. What are your orders?"

"Fifteen seconds!" the Dominion shouted again.

"Deploy the three battalions to their pre-planned destinations," the Commander spoke in an agitated tone, waving a pen held by his left hand. After his order, he began to write on a pad of paper, being held at his other hand.

"Conflict seems concentrated near the Moon. Cancel Lunar Outpost plans." were the very last words written on the notepad.

Other thoughts and plans were scribbled top to bottom, all crossed out, the reasons written just beside them. With every plan and idea crossed out, the Commander looked at the last one, and with a shaky hand, crossed out the sentence. "Fuck this!" he yelled, tearing and crumpling the paper into a ball, before throwing it away.

The room went silent for a few seconds.

"Obelisks have landed, second batch inbound in five seconds!"

The Commander stared at Unicron, watching the mechanoid as it continued it's seemingly slow, yet unstoppable onslaught. "What would it take to bring you down?"

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Earth
Somewhere in the Saharan Desert...

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} remote_start
. . .
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OBELISK DRONE PROGRAM
ACTIVATED. . .

Connected to: 100-004-4878
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Remote Connection Established.
. . .
INPUT COMMAND. . .
} asp_activate
} cmd_program //:597-b
} cmd_order //:>hsp_001
} cmd_order //:>faw_144
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msg {

Active Surveillance Protocol
has been established.
_ _ _
Practical Personality Program
< PERSONALITY 597-B >
injected.
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Hostile Surveillance Protocol
injected.
_ _ _
Fire at will order recognized.

} end
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ACTIVATING DRONE CPU
. . .
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] ENGINE_1 (ACTIVE)
] ENGINE_2 (ACTIVE)
] CPU (ACTIVE)
] ARMAMENT (ACTIVE)
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DRONE TROUBLESHOOTING
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DRONE ACTIVE

A curious camel slowly approached a strange metallic object, partially hidden underneath the sand. Sniffing the object, it soon learned that it had no distinctive smell.

It soon went and touched it with it's right front hoof, creating a quiet clang as hard bone collided with metal.

To the camel's surprise, the object soon emerged from the sand, and hovered in front of the animal. "Unknown entity, state your business," the object spoke in a strange, tinny voice.

The camel, unimpressed, blew air on the object, removing sand that was still attached to the metal thing. "Interrupting Hexagon business without reason is punishable by death. Do not attempt to escape," it boomed once again, before the object shifted it's shape.

It's pyramid bottom detached from the orb, forming into four, spiky legs. Hidden behind the pyramid was a pulse cannon and a small photon blaster, now pointed at the confused camel. "Prepare to be annihilated," it shouted one last time, before letting out a bright bolt of pure energy, the power of the weapon itself caused the orb to recoil a bit, and the light it produced still proved to have been brighter than sunlight, as bluish white light painted the sand for a split second, before returning back to their pale yellow shade. The blue bolt of energy continued to move towards the horizon, before disappearing from sight.

The camel's upper half was nowhere to be found. What remained of the camel went down and dropped to the sand, the large wound seemingly cauterized by the blast. "Instigator annihilated. Returning to default program protocols."

The orb hovered high up the ground, pointing it's cannon downwards. The legs were pulled back to the orb, the drone regaining it's pyramidal shape.

The drone began to move northbound, scanning the Earth, waiting for another unlucky victim to stumble and interrupt it's pre-programmed routine.