What's this? A dual update?! Yep, so part 3 of the climax is also Arc 1's ending. I'm going to take a small break to work out a few things concerning Arc 2's plot, but aside from that, I should be updating this again here soon!

Alexandria said: Your fun facts are always interesting! I'm excited to read part three when it comes ou!

Aw, thank you~!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.

The first thing I heard when I woke up was the harsh whistling of the wind, far too loud for comfort. It hurt to breathe, but I couldn't tell if it was because I had a broken rib and punctured lung, if it was from the Earth's sad atmosphere or a mixture of both. I could feel the side of my desk against my legs, and I did my best to twist around, wincing as I moved.

"Zu-zulu s-soundoff." I rasped out. "Dragon."

"Jaguar,"

"Iguana,"

"Ladybug,"

"Wolf,"

"Fox."

"Viper,"

"L-Llama." I gritted my teeth at the silence that followed.

"Moth, s-soundoffs usually mean answering," Iggy mumbled. "C'mon, wake up." No… no, not Moth. I saw my headphones a little ways away, and as I reached for them, it seemed like everything was being pulled the wrong way.

"Commander, are you-?"

"I'll be fine Jaguar," I gritted out, hissing as I found out the headphones were just out of reach of my left arm… Scrunching up my nose, I pressed the joint where my right elbow once was, grimacing as a hiss filled the air alongside the wind. Pulling the prosthetic away I used it to pull the headphones closer, and faintly, I could hear Wolf and Fox making uneasy noises. "Strike Team Echo, Dragonstorm, do you copy? Lythrix has crashed. Survivors on board are in need of immediate rescue." Shifting my right leg proved to be an issue, as I could tell the rod used as my femur was somehow snapped. "I'm going to try and get the desks off of us, ok?" When I heard everyone else agree, I got myself ready and began to push up, gritting my teeth to the point where they accidentally sliced my tongue.

With a pained noise, I managed to finished kicking the desk off enough to pull myself away before it slammed back onto the floor-ceiling. "Commander, your injuries?"

"Not worth any worry, considering we just crashed into Earth from the thermosphere and are currently on a radiated, wasteland of a planet without any protection." I wheezed out, reconnecting my right arm and flexing my fingers. Moving backwards, I used the desk to brace myself and stood, looking around the damaged room. Using some broken beams as a pair of crutches, I made my way towards Iggy and Moth, both still breathing, though the latter was doing so shallowly. "But seriously though, how the hell did we not burn up?"

"Sheer dumb luck." Viper answered, pushing his own desk off of him. Unlike us, his didn't have a back, and it had landed to where the top was a few inches away of his feet. He had been getting his arms free when I had gotten up. He helped the others as I carefully got to work with Iggy and Moth.

"How are you holding up?" I asked towards the shaking teen, who gave a weak smile. "Yeah, me too. Once we get you two uncovered we'll head towards the launch bays, ok? The rest of the crew will find us there." The tension thickened as everyone else came over and helped ease the desk off of them, Jaguar and Viper immediately picking the two up. Wolf went to my left while Ladybug went to my right, and Fox held up a bleeding Llama. "Right… c'mon everyone. Launch Bay One."

Of 40 that were on the ship, only 14 survived. The 8 conscious on the bridge and 6 others who had been in some of the smaller hallways when The Fallen attacked.

Of the 40 that went on Strike Team Echo, only 6 came back, and even then Huskie died a few moments after being set down.

"They're going to bomb the ship." Commander Draco murmured from where Mantis was bracing her left leg, bandages covering the majority of her torso from where the grating had scraped her skin off. "The Fallen is too smart of not do that."

"But Megatron is too prideful to believe he didn't kill all of us in someway before we reached the ship." Scorpion countered in a small murmur, holding his fiancee's hand, not even wincing as she painfully squeezed it as the brace was tightened. "If we can get him to snap-."

"The Fallen would just kill him. He only sees means to an end. If someone stops being useful… they get killed. We need that Matrix… this can't end like this…" Slowly, the blonde looked up, tears in her nearly unnatural blue eyes. "Not like this…"

"We'll think of something." He told her. "It's not going to end here, I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep." she whispered, shaking her head. Primus, please, what am I to do? Have I condemned those I love to die? Then, almost distantly, she found herself slowly remembering his words to her.

"You are the last hope of many, including me, Dear Child. You are right to believe that there is another way, but the path before you is dangerous, and lonely, as such is being the price of Prime."

"I know what to do," she murmured, partially in shock. "Robbie, do you remember what Stormreign told us about the Hyper Engines?"

"That tampering with them could create a hole in space and time?" He repeated, brows furrowing. "How is that -Oh, yeah, that would work… but I'm the only one who knows how to access it, and… I'm not a Prime, just a plain ol' human."

"But you'll be with me." Annabelle said, squeezing her hand and giving Mantis a grateful smile as Robbie helped her up, putting her left arm over his shoulders as his right found her waist.

As she sat down near one of the engines, she felt her eyes grow misty as the Head Engineer got to work. "Robbie I… probably won't see you again." He paused and looked up at her, eyes filled with confusion and worry. "The path of a Prime… it's dangerous. Optimus was supposed to have a mate, but he died before they could get married, and Bumblebee, his son, watched it happen. Sentinel had a twin who went crazy and ripped out his own spark in front of him. Nova Prime grew so prideful that he became Nemesis Prime and killed most of his followers. Prima lost all of his siblings when Megatronus Prime fell, and Primus… both he and his brother are currently on the final stages between life and death.

"It's almost a given rule that Primes can't be happy, no matter what. This timeline, this world… it wasn't supposed to happen. We were supposed to live happily with our birth families and not know about the horrors of the world until we were older. But Fate set her sights on me, and because I was happy, everything had to be destroyed."

"Annie, you can't possibly mean that." Robbie said quietly, but she shook her head, pulling down her messy bun and taking off her silver command circlet.

"The Decepticons rediscovered Earth just as I was born." She finally answered. "They first attacked in 2007 when Papa was about to come home. They destroyed Earth in 2009 when I found out that Ironhide was sentient. There is a pattern there, Robert. Why are you so scared to see it?" She asked, perhaps a bit desperately.

"Because seeing it would be agreeing that you are bad," he said. "And you are anything but bad. Primus chose you to be the next Prime; he chose you to save us all. You're a hero, Annie, not a blight. Never a blight."

Reaching down, she cupped his cheek and smiled sadly.

"I still don't want you in here when the engine explodes." she told him, her voice thick. "Someone who knows the plan has to stay behind, even if…" He nodded, covering her hand with his and kissing her palm.

"We will survive this, Annabelle Lennox. Just you wait." At those words, he helped her down from the catwalk and finished rigging the engine. "I'll see you on the other side sweetheart."

She watched as he walked away, tears streaming down both of their faces as the engine steadily beeped with the timer. "I'll always love you," she whispered as he activated the bulkheads and they slammed the blast doors shut. "No matter what may come."

A high pitch ringing forced her to squeeze her eyes shut and the white light over took all of her sense.

Diego Garcia, August 2nd, 2008

Gasping out, a lone figure washed ashore on a beach, covered in kelp and cuts, her blue eyes wide and glowing as she stared at the blue sky. Around her were yells of shock as both a tactical and medical team rushed towards her. As she turned her head and connected eyes with a human who had green eyes and black hair, the universe as a whole gave a shudder.

The Oracle Prime had arrived.

The End was nigh.

Fun fact of the chapter: There are two alternative endings to Arc 1. Rather than choose two bad ones, I created a third: this one! :)

Please leave a review telling me what you think or if you have any ideas/theories on what might happen, and thank you so much for reading We Were Wrong Arc 1!