G1 Dimension: The Pulse of Power
Landing in front of the jewelry store, Galvatron-Ice glared at the humans who were yelling at him for blocking traffic. They seemed totally unafraid of him and this truly enraged the malicious spirit! The fact that he appeared to be the Alliance Commander, didn't even cross his mind. He wanted the humans to show fear, for fear was power!
"So, you pathetic flesh creatures want me to move?! Let me show you how to 'clear traffic'!" With that, he strafed the road with laser fire.
At first, the humans looked at him in total disbelief. But then it changed to panic and horror as he casually kicked cars out of his way. Believing that the Alliance Commander must've blown a processor, the humans fled.
Laughing in sheer joy at the chaos he'd created, Galvatron-Ice turned to the jewelry store and smashed the window. Reaching in, he grabbed the entire display of platinum and diamond wedding bands. Stuffing it in his cockpit, he transformed into alt mode. Throwing on afterburners, his shrieks of laughter increased as the row of buildings behind him, went up in flames.
The cool plasma of warp phase cooled down his tail fins as he teleported away.
Coming out of warp phase, he settled on top of the mountain in the upper northern reaches of Canada. Still chuckling to himself, he pulled out the display case and shook out the tiny human rings into his hand.
"It is amazing that the Autobots' light is nothing more than pathetic fleshling trinkets," he snickered. "And soon, I will have the power of that light!"
Using one of her own electrified blades, Galvatron-Ice slit open the carbide skin on the fronts of her lower legs. Sliding the human trinkets underneath the surface, he watched with glee as her internal repair systems quickly patched up the cuts, sealing the trinkets within.
Looking up into the sky, he saw the dancing lights of the Aurora borealis above. "It is time to cause your metamorphosis, my crystals," he said to himself.
Transforming, he went vertical; straight into the heart of Earth's great magnetic power.
A. Dimension: The Core of Knowledge
Laying the unconscious Mech on her bed, Raptor opened one of her side bays and pulled out some of her spare energon cubes. Sitting down next to him, she propped his head up against her leg. Dribbling the Energon slowly down his throat, she slowly refilled his depleted core.
Slowly, he regained full consciousness. Still so weak that he could barely move a finger, his optics filled with wonder as he realized it was the deadly Seeker who cradled him gently and gave him sips of energon.
Nightsand had told him that she felt the Seeker hadn't know what was going on, and now that Raptor had obviously rescued him from the terrible death – he knew that his mate had risked death by telling her Mistress what was really going on.
Raptor smiled at the weak Mech. "Tell me what you know. I will protect you, my subject."
In between sips of energon, he began to talk. Raptor listening to every word – the anger obviously building within her; as he finished, and was strong enough to sit up on his own, Raptor stood and regarded him. "I will have Nightsand paged. I will protect you as best as I can." Walking over to one of her many weapons chests, she opened it, and threw him two guns. "I thank you two for your honesty, and I assure you that I did not authorize this, nor have any knowledge."
The Mech merely nodded, he had never in his wildest dreams envisioned himself in this position, with the Seeker asking for HIS understanding.
Nightsand came in, running to him in disbelief and sheer happiness; she threw herself into his arms.
Raptor looked at them both. If their stories were correct, Sideways was truly not the Mech he had made her fall in love with. He had used her. She didn't understand this strange entity that drained the life forces from Mechs, but obviously it was the one that she had helped her Lover 'find' in that other dimension. It disgusted her that Sideways was directly involved in supplying the victims that this thing fed on. She had to find someway to stop this, and though she wasn't afraid of death – she knew that Sideways was more than a match for her.
Striding up to the pair of ground Mechs, she noticed the small merchant symbols that they wore. They were identical to Autobot insignias. Desperately, Raptor prayed she was about to do the right thing. She feared she couldn't completely protect them from Sideways, and hoped that she could give them something to guide them in case she was unsuccessful. Opening her belly bay, she accessed the panel in the back of it. It was here, that her backup memory bank was stored – both her Battle processor and Meta – dumped copies of important tactical and technical information into this bank. Schematics of advanced weapons, advanced Mech internal specs, and much more knowledge was stored within.
Disconnecting the backup and its small power supply, she pulled the oval-shaped, self-contained unit out of her air frame. Then, she thought about the strange mutated gems she had kept hidden in her knee armor all these hundreds of years. Those gems contained some of the pulsating energy that they'd captured from Earth's Northern Lights. One of them would be able to power this memory core for eons!
As her subjects stared at her with disbelief in their optics, Raptor used the Star Saber to cut open the skin on her port knee. As the carbon-fiber skin opened, a strange glow emanated from within. Pulling out one of the gems, she installed it inside the memory core unit.
She looked into the pair's blue optics. "I do not know if I will survive combat against my former Lover," she told them. Their optics showed their understanding of what she faced. "But know that I always meant to show you the way to peace."
Handing the male the memory bank, she nodded to his merchant symbol. "From this day forth, the insignia you wear will designate you as Autobot. What you hold in your hands is knowledge; knowledge that can be used to advance your population. I entrust this knowledge to you." Putting her hands on his shoulders, Raptor knew she was fixing to give him more responsibility than any Mech should have. But she had known Mechs that had managed it, and hoped that this one could also rise to the occasion. "From this day forth, all who have this Core of Knowledge passed to them are to be the designated Primary carriers. You shall try to guide your Mechs on the right path."
He looked at her; both fear and awe, showing in his blue optics. "But I'm just Alterai, just a merchant."
"You are now Alterus – Primary carrier. And you shall lead." She smiled sadly at him.
Turning, she gathered weapons for her coming fight against Sideways and his entity. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she glanced behind her.
Alterus – Primary Carrier had stored the Core of Knowledge within his own chest, connecting it to his primary power grid. As he accessed the files stored within, his CPU flooded with the emotion of shock at the sheer power of what she had truly given him. The small power crystal that was attached to the backup memory bank flooded his systems with the alien energy, causing him to physically change. The Mech that now met her optics with his own – was so very different from what he had been just moments before.
"Thank you Raptor, good luck on your mission;" he told her. His voice showing that he hoped she would survive, to help guide him in the use of this knowledge.
She hugged him, "Good luck to you. I'm truly sorry for what I've brought to your world."
Leaping from her balcony, the great Huntress transformed and spread her wings, seeking her traitorous Lover. That final piece of her; that she left protected within the Autobot's chassis – in the hopes it would help build this Cybertron – would be the only testament to her shattered life.
Footnote: Since the original writers never seemed to give any explanation for the origins of items such as; the Autobot Matrix, or the societal use of 'Prime' to designate those Mechs that carried it – I've tried to come up with one theory of how these could have occurred.
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