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Authoress: Hey look I'm not dead!

Chorale: But you came pretty close...

Marquis: *concerned* Yes, you have been sick for a week. Maybe you should take a rest?

Authoress: *shakes head* No. I'm feeling a lot better now than I was earlier in my sickness. That's why you all are getting updated.

Scallion: *unbelieving but not argumentative* Fine but we are going to watch your condition.

Ch. 11: Looking Toward the Future

Marquis' 1st P.O.V.

It almost felt like old times right now…sitting with Scallion and Chorale in Scallion's office. There would be plenty of times in the past when us generals would gather in small meetings and discuss what we had heard for our area of the fighting and then we would talk about old times. I knew that this was going to be a very long talk and I knew that we had a lot to catch each other up. When it was safe for me to reunite with Jabberwocky and Aranzer, I would have Once-Ler contact them and get them to Jasper as soon as I could.

For now, though, I had much to discuss. "Scallion, I am so glad that you are here." I started as Chorale and Scallion took their seats and got comfortable.

I was becoming less surprised by the laughs of shock and so the one coming from Scallion didn't surprise me nearly as much as it had with Chorale before when I had spoken. Of course, I was still surprised by it and I didn't understand why he was laughing. "Marquis…" Scallion started with hesitation before continuing. "I should be the one saying that to you. I…we all thought that you were offline. How did you get on this planet anyways?"

Since these were Generals and they were in on the big secret with Pandimala, I could speak the full truth. "In honesty, before the battle of Prodiada, Chief General Pandimala asked me to take a secret mission into deep space to locate a source of energon that the Crassen couldn't get their servos on to take from us. While I was upset that I would not be able to fight in the battle, I could not let Pandimala down and I accepted the mission completely. I was able to leave Dragonia without being detected by either side and, once I made it a good distance from Dragonia, I set my ships scanners to search for significant amounts of energon and I started my search. Eventually, I ended up here in the Milky Way Galaxy and I found myself travelling toward the very young planet Earth. There was no life on the planet at all and the entire planet had been a frozen planet. Unfortunately, I did not factor the planet's gravitational pull into my landing sequence and I started to crash. So, I got into an emergency stasis pod that I had on my ship and went into stasis."

They both nodded at that before Chorale asked the next question. "How long were you unconscious before you got the message that Pandimala sent out?"

Sighing, I continued my story with her answer. "Millions of stellar cycles. My pod had come loose from my ship so I am not sure exactly. I have never found evidence of my ship so I am sure that it was destroyed. When I awoke on Earth, the humans had just started to discover civilization in what they called the Fertile Crescent area of Mesopotamia. What my pod could tell me was that Pandimala…she had sent the message thirty solar cycles after my ship had crashed. Hearing that message…it hurt to know how much pain you all were going through due to the loss of the war and of…Chaom." I paused at Chaom's name and sighed. He had been one of my closest and dearest friends and…he was no more. The last time I had seen him…he had been so full of hope for the victory of the war. We had been in the meeting tent after…the traitor Crassen Prince Starscream… left, when we were discussing the plans for the battle of Prodiada.

"Marquis," Chorale started in a knowing tone.

I already knew what she was going to say and so I interrupted her. "Chorale, I know that you keep telling me that I shouldn't feel this way because I couldn't have refused orders, but I can't help it. We were all one unit and I was not there to pull my weight and in return we lost a member of our family. It will be some time before I can forgive myself for what happened." She had a stubborn look on her face that looked like she was going to argue with me.

Thankfully, Scallion came to my rescue. "Chorale, Marquis needs time to sort this out for himself. While this is just an educated guess, I have a feeling that Marquis just found out about what happened to our home world when he made contact with either you or Once-Ler…whoever was first. He has been in isolation from everything that has been happening over millions of stellar cycles and I think we owe him the time to sort out this for himself." He then turned to me. "So, have you been using human soliforms for as long as you have been awake here or do you take breaks from them?"

Shaking my head, I motioned to myself…since I was in soliform right now, before saying, "I have always used soliforms, and up until modern history I usually had dozens of soliforms out at once. I kinda miss the rugged life of humanity's ancient past because they didn't interfere with my soliform program and I could explore multiple points of Earth at once." I then turned to Scallion and, remembering that he seemed to have ties to the time of the pirates, asked him about his time here. "Scallion, when did you arrive on Earth?"

He seemed to think on that for a few clicks before saying, "I am pretty sure that it was around, in local time, the year 900 A.D. I was very confused about how to maneuver as a soliform around the planet but, thankfully, a holy man that I met in the woods in what would be modern solar cycle France was able to help me learn the ropes of being human. I met Drakkar in 1550, the twins, Galleon and Caravel in 1579, and Cutlass in 1652. We've helped each other since but I am glad that you are here now." He then turned to Chorale. "What about you Chorale? When did you get here?"

She moved some of her hair away from her face before smiling and saying, "Well, I haven't been here nearly as long as the rest of you. I just got here in 1951 and I only had one soliform before this and her name was Liliana Juliet Rich. Became a singer and actress and I have been here ever since. I own a ranch house some ways outside of Jasper as well as a house across the street from Marquis here." Chorale then paused for a click before, to my surprise, she turned to me. "Marquis, how do you make your soliforms die? I had to have Liliana die in a car wreck and burn so they wouldn't recognize her. Had to steal a prop body from one of my sets to do it too."

I sent them both the program I had created, though I wasn't sure that Scallion needed it, before saying, "It took me some time to realize how long humans lived and how they died in certain situations. For a few hundred years, I am pretty sure that I became a god in some cultures. Then, around 3,400 B.C., I finally got the basis of the program I gave you down and could make my soliform 'bleed', using material that this formed saved from the human meals that I learned to eat after I took what I needed from the food to process into energon. I will admit that, at first, I couldn't get it to be red like human blood. The first attempt came out a sickly yellow and everyone thought I was possessed. Of course, it would take me quite a while to learn how much 'blood' I would need to release when I was dealt a blow. I remember the first time I had my head chopped off. I had so much blood coming out of me that the ones that cut it off were drenched in it. Made it easy for me, as that soliform's son, to identify who had taken a part of my death. That was around…oh, 1020 A.D. I was a Lord in Gallia and there was a serf revolt…"

My voice tapered off as Scallion's eyes widened. If I were to compare them to anything they would be dinner plates…and ones big enough to hold all of Issimo's pasta. I was not liking that look. "Scallion…what's with that look?" Chorale asked him slowly. I could see confusion in her eyes that probably matched my own.

Scallion, in return, finally blinked before talking. "Your name wouldn't have happened to be Lord Lothaire Enzo Nicolas?" Wait…was he there?

"Yes…where you there?" I asked him, shock heavy in my voice.

Slowly, he nodded before saying, "Yes…my name was Kaolin Warrick,"

"Arbeit." I interrupted him. Unlike other feudal lords of the time, I made sure to keep track of every single person that I had work for me and I made sure to treat each one well. The serf revolt that I had experienced had been an extreme surprise to me. I didn't know how to react when I had been dragged from my home, thankfully I had the soliform that I was posing as my 'son', Lord Hercule Ambroise Nicolas, away in town and at that time I was a widower. I was not happy that I died like that. I was not an overlord and I never wanted any of my workers to feel the same way that I did during the Revolution against the Crassen. I would not have treated my people so terribly.

Scallion looked extremely nervous and I now realized why he would be so. Chorale, on the other servo, looked completely confused. "Will one of you two idiots tell me why those two soliforms are important?" Well, at least she was back to calling me an idiot.

Of course, I had a feeling that when we broke out what had happened, our nice little meeting was going to end abruptly…and we had barely even started it. "Well…" Scallion started nervously and I noticed that he was moving slightly away from Chorale and toward the stairs…though he hadn't yet left his seat. "I was Kaolin and Marquis here, as I am now finding out, was Lord Lothaire. Well, I had heard from my fellow serfs that Lord Lothaire was a brutal man and so we all rose in revolt against him. I just stood there as the leaders of our revolt…beheaded him. I was later stabbed through the chest by my new Lord since, after Lord Lothaire's death, his son, Lord Hercule, sold all of the serfs that had been a part of the revolt."

Chorale was shaking in her seat and her eyes were cold as stone…and they were locked on Scallion. "You….YOU KILLED MARQUIS?!"

Scallion didn't hesitate and bolted to the door going downstairs. Chorale, right on form, was right behind him with murder in her eyes while I just sat there and laughed. I laughed at the odds of Scallion and I having crossed paths in the ancient times of earth, at the humor of being with my fellow generals again, and the joy of just being with fellow Dragonians. It was uplifting and it reminded me that there was always a reason to look toward the future, no matter how bleak the past looked.

A crash coming from the bottom of the stairs told me that I should stop Chorale from killing Scallion and so I ran down the stairs and almost found myself laughing at the sight I saw. Scallion was dangling from a support pole and Chorale was jumping up to reach him with a look of fury in her eyes that would kill. The twins that followed Scallion, Galleon and Caravel if I remembered right from the introductions, were laughing at their captain's troubles. Cutlass…the one that I got into the fight with in Carson City, was leaning against the bar laughing, with Kreigan sitting on the stool next to him and Issimo sitting on the bar with a giant bowl of pasta…

…Seriously what was Issimo's addiction to pasta?

Anyways, I looked next to me and I smiled when I saw Once-Ler and Drakkar, the last of Scallion's Buccaneers that I had to locate, were leaning against the wall and smirking at what was going on. "Hey Marquis?" I turned to Once-Ler as he started to speak. "What got Chorale so mad at Scallion?"

I let out a chuckle before answering him. Drakkar looked like he was listening closely as well. "Well, Scallion and I just realized that we met in the year 1020 A.D. and he just so happened to help get my soliform killed at that point. Chorale isn't too happy with that."

Once-Ler laughed at that before saying, "No I dare say she isn't." He then continued to laugh and I was dragged into laughter with him.

However, we didn't laugh long as Drakkar got my attention. "General Marquis…you seem familiar to me as well. I believe that we have met before while I was with General Scallion."

The room seemed to go quiet at his simple statement, even though he didn't speak loudly, and all audios were focused on us as I spoke. "I am not sure when we would have met Drakkar. My life here in America has been filled with either being in wars or avoiding them. That was what got me into teaching in the first place."

It was Cutlass, to all our surprise, that had the hidden answer. "I know how we know you." He then motioned to me before saying, "You were Alexander Gilbert Washington. We were in France at the time and you were with your college history class. You talked Scallion's audios off…of course he was called Draco Colby Pietri back then."

Now I remembered that. Mr. Pietri was very interesting to talk to and, if it hadn't been for one of my fellow classmates pulling me back to the group, I would have talked about him through the night. But, alas I hadn't had time to talk with him longer than the three hours that I did. Maybe if we would have talked longer, I would have discovered that he was Scallion. Where would that have led us today?

Before I could make a comment on that, Kreigan made a noise of realization before he stepped up to me and said, "I believe that I have met you in the past as well. Issimo had been smuggled with me to the colonies and I was a Hessian mercenary called. You were called Dorian Theodore Colbert and you worked with the Marquis de Lafayette during the American Revolution."

Mentally, I flinched at the reference to the American Revolution, having made numerous connections to our own Revolution…that had failed, and it took me a second of getting myself calm before I remembered meeting him. It was a short meeting but I had been able to convince him to move out west and abandon fighting against the Americans. He had been one of the easiest Hessians that I had convinced to join the American side. "You were Bertram Leopold Rosenberg…correct?"

He nodded toward me with a smile. "Ya. You had reminded me of Marquis but, back then, I knew that it couldn't be you because you were supposedly offline. So, I had brushed it off."

We all laughed about that and continued to laugh before Chorale put up her hands and said, "Alright, as much fun as this has been, I think we all should decide about what happens next. What should our next move be?"

Cutlass was the first to respond to that. "Well, I think we should find out what rock these Crassen are hiding under and take them out. We have three generals plus the rest of us aren't bad at fighting…well, Issimo would stay back and man the ground bridge once I finish it up. I just have a few tests to run before it is ready to be operational."

Immediately I shook my head at that. "No. The Crassen cannot know that I am online…not yet. No Crassen will know that General Marquis is still online until I meet with General Pandimala in the bot. I will not allow the Crassen to have that privilege before she does. However, I will be participating in more of the street races to track down the red one. That Crassen will be the exception. I complimented him and I want to make sure…personally, that he does not think that I meant that. I will see it leave his optics as the light leaves his spark." I was still sore on that issue and hopefully none of them would ask more on it.

While my explanation caused a few curious looks from everyone besides Once-Ler and Chorale, who had already been told the story, no one talked on it as Kreigan said, "Also, it would be foolish for us to attack the Crassen base right now. We have no idea what their actual numbers are and, while having even two generals out in the battle would give us a very clear advantage, the Crassen would have, as the humans say, home field advantage. While I agree that any attack that we launch should be on their base, we would need more numbers than what we have here to do that. For now, we must content ourselves with finding out any information that we can."

"Or we can up the number of total generals here to five."

Once-Ler's 1st P.O.V.

I smirked as almost everyone in the bar stared at me in confusion. The only two that seemed to understand where I was getting at were Chorale and Marquis. But, everyone else stared at me in utter shock. "Once-Ler…how are we going to get five generals here?" Scallion started. "There are only three of us here now and, I'm assuming that the fourth one you are talking about is Aranzer. But, how can you get a fifth General here? I mean, before today there were only seven of us Generals to me." Well, a week ago there were only seven to all of us so I could understand that. But, where was he going with this? "And now there are eight. With Aranzer, that would leave only four other Generals out there and, from what I understand, Vox and Pandimala are travelling together and so that only leaves two out of the eight Generals. How are you going to get one of the last two Generals that this could be?"

Laughter escaped me for a few nano-clicks and I just continued to laugh as everyone but Marquis and Chorale looked like they had no idea what was going on. I loved this kind of click and wished that it would last. But, I did have to tell Scallion the good news so they could plan for the other two Generals that should be able to come. "That's easy Scallion. Along with Aranzer, Cirkus, and myself, there was another General who Aranzer found and has been travelling with us. When I left Cirkus, there were two Generals in attendance. One was, of course, General Aranzer. But, the other was, to my pleasure, General Jabberwocky."

Scallion immediately let out a whoop as soon as General Jabberwocky's name left my lips and he smiled widely before saying, "That sounds like a great idea! Having five Generals here, four of who could fight until we contact General Pandimala, would be more than enough to attack the Crassen here on Earth."

"What does this General look like?" Drakkar asked from his spot where he was seated next to the bar. The other three Buccaneers looked like they wanted to know as well.

Scallion then turned to his Buccaneers, who I just realized wouldn't know who General Jabberwocky was, before he said, "General Jabberwocky, before her Dragonian conversion, was a native of the Jungle Planet. She would be very hard to miss due to her alt mode being that of a dragonoid creature. Her coloring is orange and black and, trust me, she won't go as easy on you, Cutlass, as Marquis did during the fight you two had at the bar in Carson City."

I had a feeling that the fight in Carson City was something that Cutlass was not going to be forgetting. That was especially shown due to the chuckles that came from all of us toward Cutlass. Something told me that we were all going to get along just perfectly and that was fine. That was what it meant to be a Dragonian…to be a family. While I knew we wouldn't always get along with each other, it was the calm moments like this that showed me exactly what family was.

However, a strange look crossed Marquis' faceplate for a nano-click that worried me before he turned to Scallion and Chorale. "Generals," both looked to Marquis, as did the rest of us, before he continued, "I believe that we need to set up training regiments like we did back on Dragonia. With the presence of Crassen confirmed on this planet, we will need all our troops to be in top fighting form. I have been doing the training that General Pandimala and General Chaom set up for us for almost every single solar cycle that I have been awake on this planet. I have maybe missed seven solar cycles tops. But, I know that our troops need the same training that we do."

I knew the training that Marquis was talking about, though I had never done it myself, and I was going to say something when I noticed something else. Chorale and Scallion looked very guilty about something. "Wait…" I started, staring at the two of them with a mischievous smile on my faceplate. "you two haven't been doing the training!" I then let out a laugh that was so strong that I ended up falling to the ground in a heap.

Marquis looked generally surprised by my outburst and looked between Scallion and Chorale in shock. "Is…is Once correct?"

My laughter increased as both nodded before Scallion said, "We haven't had major fighting to fight since Dragonia and I'm afraid that everybot really slacked off in their training. I realized that the other solar cycle when I was fighting some Crassen here." A look of shock then spread on Scallion's faceplate before he said, "Marquis, for the moment, you might be the strongest General among those of us that remain."

Immediately I stopped laughing and I felt my own optics widen in shock and, when I looked to Marquis, I saw the same shock in his. This had never happened before. I knew that even Aranzer and Jabberwocky didn't keep up on the training as much as Marquis had. The last time the two of them had trained was hundreds of stellar cycles before we came to Earth. I was now anxious to see Marquis out in the field but, first, we had to respect Marquis' wishes and wait for General Pandimala and him to meet.

Aranzer's 1st P.O.V.

I tapped my salmon colored ring master boots against the wooden floor beneath me. I was nervous…and I didn't do nervous well. Once-Ler had been gone for a week and he had not sent any word. I had told him to send me word when he could but he hasn't sent me anything yet! I didn't like being uninformed of what was going on. That was why I started Cirkus in the first place. I wanted to have a place where I could bring in the lost and needing Children of Primus and all they had to do to pay for rent was tell me any information that they found. It was a very simple system that evolved into my multi-galaxy web of information.

…Well, what normally would be multi-galaxy. With the fall of Dragonia, I decided to keep all my ships in one travelling group. We had lost Chaom…a dear friend, and we had also lost another dear friend…Marquis…due to a betrayal and I would not allow my organization to fall. Not when Pandimala could rise at any nano-click and revitalize our great cause.

"Aranzer…are you alright?"

I turned, surprised that I had not sensed another bot's presence, and sighed when I saw who it was. "Jabberwocky, you startled me." Standing in the doorway was a woman with black and orange colored hair, tanned skin, and two orange eyes that held worry. Worry of my own came as I saw her scar, which was over her right eye, was red and looked irritated. "Jabberwocky, is your scar bothering you?" While the scar in her soliform was fake, our soliforms could represent what was happening with our actual bodies and that irritation was not good.

She, of course, waved it off before walking into the light. "It's fine Aranzer. Balm said she was going to put some ointment on it when she got done with her checkup on Plena Teo. His scars started burning again and she is said she was going to see if she could operate on them to ease the pain."

Thoughts of the speaker of the consulate caused me to flinch. When we had lost the Revolution, most of the consulate had been able to escape before the Crassen got them. Plena Teo hadn't been so lucky. He was tortured for stellar cycles before my organization could locate him and liberate him. I now understood why Jabberwocky was not so worried about the scar over her optic.

Now that Jabberwocky was in the light, I could see her outfit plainly and I smiled. She wore black leggings with orange tear designs on the sides and a black polo shirt with the same orange tear designs but these were across her chest and, since I knew the shirt, I knew that they were on the back as well. Over that, she wore an orange jacket with black tear designs on the sleeves. On her back, she wore the mechanical wings that we had crafted for her trapeze act. She loved playing the villain when we would perform a story and those wings would emphasize that. She must have just come out of practice.

"So, what can I do for you Jabberwocky?" I asked the femme as she came and stood in front of me.

She let out a small laugh before saying, "Firstly, you can help me get these blasted wings off." Just because she liked to wear them for her act didn't mean that she liked them. Like she told me time and time again, her actual form had wings and they were all that she would ever need.

Laughing myself, I helped Jabberwocky take the wings off. "You know, you could have done this with whoever you were practicing with." I made it a rule that we always practice with someone else, whether in bot mode or in soliform.

"I know." She said back. "Talon would have loved to help me, since I helped her with hers, but I wanted to talk with you and this was an excuse for me to come unfollowed. Shutterfrost and Flarewing have been trying to play a prank on me. But, they aren't quite ready to play one on you yet."

Talon, or Arctic Talon as her name was, came to be with our family here on Earth. Jabberwocky had found the resurrected Predacon deep in a valley in Germany's Black Forest in a far-off cave. Jabberwocky vetted Arctic Talon as a trustworthy new addition to the Dragonian family and Jabberwocky had taken the Predacon under her wings to teach her. I guess Jabberwocky finally had her own 'team'…even if it was just two of them for now.

I tapped my boot once before smiling. "So, what did you want to talk about with me?"

My smile fell as a concerned look came onto her face. "Aranzer, you're worried. Is it about Once-Ler?"

Flinching, I nodded. I didn't like when the others in my organization could see when something was bothering me and, of course, Jabberwocky had hit the problem right in the helm. "He hasn't been in contact. We've lost so many of our family and…I'm not sure how well anyone will be able to take losing Once-Ler. He was one of the closest bots to General Marquis…the closest to him outside of us inner circle generals that's for sure. It would be a large blow to lose him."

Jabberwocky sighed and came up behind me before wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "Holzi Vonnik, dur maom vern ordli. Memiscor, Once-Ler icrasete parvon Marquis." I shivered as I heard the Dragonian language float through my ear. We rarely spoke the language anymore unless we were either worried about Crassen or, like this, we were comforting each other. Holzi Vonnik, or Hell Ringer, was her little nickname for me.

"Ciertak utlan, Nottic Strocheller." Nottic Strocheller, or night raider, was my nickname for her. She would come out of the shadows of the night and tear into any Crassen that tried to hurt our family. It was one of her strongest qualities.

The two of us stayed motionless for a few clicks and I felt that, just for a nano-click, we were back on Dragonia. One of the times that I had met with the other generals for a meeting, Pandimala had insisted on all of us camping out in the open under the star filled sky. With General Marquis firmly on her side…well, even I couldn't say no. I was taken back to the moment when all of us were awake under those beautiful stars…a view I would never see again.

The sound of a guitar strumming through the room caused both of us to jump out of the trances we had put ourselves in. That sound was what I had set up to let me know when Once-Ler was calling in. This was the call that I was waiting for an it was finally here. Both Jabberwocky and I wasted no time in moving to the monitor and I quickly accepted the call. "Who is this?" I asked into the line. It was a precaution just in case Once-Ler was in trouble.

"Once-Ler reporting in Generals."

I felt relief when I heard Once-Ler's voice but, at the same time, I was curious as to how Once-Ler knew that General Jabberwocky was with me right now. "Once-Ler, how did you know that there were two of us?"

He, in turn, let out a laugh and responded. "I could hear the other one's labored breathing a galaxy away. Must have just finished practicing a routine."

"Once-Ler when I get my servos on you I am going to tear you apart for that." Jabberwocky growled playfully while leaning over my shoulder.

While this was very nice banter, I realized that something was wrong with how Once-Ler was speaking. He would usually find a very secure area to contact me and he would use our names. I had no doubt that he had found a secure area to contact us from…so why wasn't he using our names? "Once-Ler, what's wrong?"

The chuckling that had been coming from Once-Ler stopped before he spoke. "General, I am in the town of Jasper, Nevada and I have been able to locate more Dragonians."

Already? I didn't think that Once-Ler would have made progress on his self-given mission so soon. Plus, I knew Jasper, Nevada. I took Circus Cirkus there to preform near the end of July. I had even just bridge to the town a few nights back to deliver the flyers saying that we would be returning. But, by the sounds of it, we would be retuning much sooner.

"Once-Ler, that does not explain what's wrong." Jabberwocky pressed the music loving mech.

The cold tone in Once-Ler's vocals made me shiver. "We have confirmed at least nine Crassen in the area, and two of those are confirmed as Sentinel Major and Pitch."

My spark sent a wave of icy worry through my lines as those words registered. Sentinel Major, the creation of the past Crassen leader Sentinel Prime, was just as cold and sparkless as his sire was. There was no sense of morality in his chassis to be found and all he cared for was spreading his own designation and power.

Then, there was Pitch. Hundreds of Dragonians had been victim to him in one way or another. He was one of the Crassens' best…interrogators and he would take great pleasure in making the interrogation experience especially excruciating for any Dragonian he found.

This was why Once-Ler was so careful about saying our names. Crassen could be trying to intercept the call he was making as he spoke and he did not want our names revealed to the Crassen. It was best to keep them guessing as to which of us Once-Ler was reporting to.

There was no time for delay. "Once-Ler, we are on our way. Top speed to pack everything up and move and we can arrive in Jasper before a week has passed. Stay safe."

"You as well sir." Once-Ler responded before cutting the connection.

And I did not waste a nano-click as I turned on the multi-tent communication line. "Listen up Cirkus! We need to be on the road within the hour! This is not a drill! Information will be sent to each of you immediately but we must be off to Jasper now!"

I would not leave Once-Ler and the Dragonian that he found to fend for themselves against the Crassen that were closing in on them. We would stand behind them and make sure that our family stood tall. While Dragonia was barely more than a memory, it was kept alive in the sparks of each and every one of us that believed in the cause we fought for on our home world…and continue to fight to this solar cycle.

The bustling of tents being taken down around me barely registered to me as I walked forward. The fight was beginning anew…

Viva Dragonia!

Dragonian to English: Words and/or phrases from this chapter only that I didn't not translate in text previous chapters or in this chapter. I believe this is all the new stuff that I haven't translated for you all yet. If it isn't, let me know and I'll correct that in the next chapter.

Holzi Vonnik, dur maom vern ordli. Memiscor, Once-Ler icrasete parvon Marquis - Hell Ringer, he will be alright. Remember, Once-Ler learned from Marquis.

Ciertak utlan, Nottic Strocheller. - Thank you Night Raider.

Aranzer: What are you doing to Once-Ler? *glares*

Authoress: *backs up with hands up defensively* I'm not doing anything to him! *mutters* Yet.

Jabberwocky: *Growls* What was that? *scratches was with sharp clawed servos*

Authoress: *gulps* Nothing! Nothing at all. *sweatdrops nervously*

AN: And here is the next chapter! Thank you guest reviewer for reviewing this and I hope this chapter met your expectations. I'm sorry for the long wait but a lot of stuff came up at once and I barely had time to type this. I'm hoping that I will be able to update a lot faster here but I wouldn't hold my breath. Anyways...I know that there haven't been many action scenes. Originally, I had a Decepticon vs Autobot fight scene planned for this chapter but events in this chapter took too long and I didn't want to drag the chapter to 10k words. I think the +6K words is enough for you all for now.

Poor Scallion...may he rest in peace once Chorale gets her servos on him. He killed Marquis! XD Also, we get our first glance at Cirkus and two more Generals! I am uber excited to bring everything together and, once Cirkus arrives in Jasper, and even a little before, events will start to get more intense. Next chapter, I will be having more focus on the Crassen, mainly the Autobot side, and we will be having at least one scene with Sarah...I hope.

Well, that's all I have to say for now and I am so glad that you all are reading this. Please leave a review so I can see how you all like this...or if you want to even just say hi that would be amazing so I know you are out there. =) Until then though, TTYL! *Hides from Aranzer and Jabberwocky*