G1 Dimension: Evil Reborn

"You have done well, Hook. You may continue functioning for a little longer," Galvatron-Ice said as his optics roved over the new chassis that had been built for him.

His helm and general shape was similar to how he had looked in the Unicron-built chassis, but he now looked more like a cross with Blitzwing's chassis. And as he had requested, his new chassis had been painted jet black. This added to the sense of deadliness and strength that the Triple Changer chassis bestowed upon onlookers.

Nodding to his gathered Decepticons, Galvatron's malicious spirit released its hold on Ice and flowed into his new chassis.

Laughing in glee, Galvatron's red optics activated and he glared at the pathetic Seeker he'd possessed for so long.

She was looking around her in total confusion, not even fighting the two Decepticons whom now held her. "What's going on Motor Master?" she innocently asked.

Without warning Galvatron hit her as hard as he could, propelling her across the room and into the wall. "I live! And you pathetic spawn of the usurper whore, had better swear your loyalty to me – or face the consequences!"

Still in shock, Ice reacted automatically. Staggering swiftly back to her thrusters, she glared at him, "I will never swear to an abomination such as you!" Even as she spoke, she flipped her two short blades out.

The other Decepticons moved back, all of them knowing the fighting prowlness of both warriors.

"So the whore spawn has spirit – does she! More fun to break!" He came at her, fully intending to rip her thin wings right from her fuselage.

Keeping her defense solid, Ice stood her ground. Her amber optics glimmered intensely as she kept the powerful Mech at bay. For many minutes they stayed locked in a blurring motion of feints, strikes and kicks.

"You fight almost as well as that whore mother of yours. Much better than that pathetic Air Raid did, when you put your blade through his core," Galvatron snarled as he gloated. "And thanks for the crystals that now power me!"

Hearing his words, Ice's optics got big as she understood what he had done. He had possessed her! Used her to take her own bond mate's life! Used her to grow the very crystals that were the source of the Autobots' light! If she lost this fight, she'd be his prisoner. She'd be forced to grow even more crystals for him. With her in his control – Galvatron would be unstoppable! Above all else, she couldn't allow that to happen! And in her very core – she knew there was only two ways to guarantee that it wouldn't.

Twirling, she barely avoided his punch. Desperately, she probed her surroundings with her sensors. The sinking feeling of hopelessness spread through her cores as she realized that the complex was completely surrounded by a force field – making teleport escape impossible!

Galvatron got her with a hard right hook. Staggering back, Ice dropped and rolled to the side, trying to get space between them.

Blocking his kick with her crossed blades, she leaped lightly to her thrusters. Scanning the watching Decepticons with her optics as she whirled, she looked for one glance of sympathy – of concern. But they were all cold-faced and grinning at the spectacle of her desperate fight. Darkness settled over Ice, as she continued to keep the powerful mech at bay. For now she shall with certainty that her mother had been right – that Decepticons were programmed so differently – that there was no chance for lasting peace when it came from outside forces.

Getting past her weakening defenses, Galvatron punched her hard. As she flew towards the wall, onlookers dodged to the side, snickering their pleasure at the 'fun'.

Near full exhaustion of her power cores, Ice staggered back on her thrusters. She raised her blades even as her spilled energon pooled on the floor. She knew she had failed. In just the few decades since her great mother's departure from this dimension, the Alliance had fallen. For Ice was the Alliances' Link, their unifying Commander – and she had failed. And now, there was only one way to keep the evil from strengthening even further.

"Mother – forgive me!" she screamed as she thrust her own electrified blades into her fuselage, slicing through all of her power cores. And in the blink of an optic; the quiet, loving daughter of Optimus and Raptor – disappeared in a beautiful ball of pure energy.

Even as she died, Ice knew what her legacy would be. A Galaxy filled with war and strife, never to know the touch of peace again.

A. Dimension: Raptor's Legacy

The primitive mechs on the planet's surface looked up in wonder. The moon's surface seemed to pulsate with eerie green plasma. Tendrils of the green glow; flowed across the surface, causing the rocks to shift and shatter.

In a cataclysm of light and energy, the moon seemed to shudder and slightly shrink in size. The shockwave of the matter flux finally traveled the distance to Cybertron's surface, causing a terrible earthquake to roll over the planet. The terrified mechs were knocked from their feet, as they covered their optics and screamed in fear.

Finally, the moon settled back into itself. The surface slowly went back to its normal barren rock. Standing up, the primitive mechs looked at each other in wonder, for they all knew they'd observed something truly amazing.

As the rumors flew across the surface, from group to group; the tales of the power of the warrior Seeker magnified in scope. Soon, her gender and name began to be left out of the story – only the symbol she wore, remained. The tales increased as to their magnification of this 'Decepticon's' fighting abilities. And the more aggressive groups of primitives began to adopt that symbol as their own. They formed secret pacts with each other, understanding that the power of this Mythical figure was based in the conquests that he had achieved.

Alterus - Primary carried the Core of Knowledge within him. As the Seeker had ordered, he organized a large group of merchants and builders. Adopting the merchant symbol to identify their alliance, they began to refer to themselves as 'Autobots'; since they were striving to increase the automation on their planet, for the benefit of all mechs. With the technical knowledge Alterus carried, they began to advance their culture. They built stronger, faster and more intelligent mechs by combining the technology from the Core, with aspects of their own technology.

Villages became towns; towns became cities. Soon, surface mass transit system crisscrossed the planet, connecting the cities together. The population swelled, overflowing into the vegetative regions. Quickly paving and building over the flora.

Soon, the population had flooded the surface. Engineers began to tunnel beneath. As the skyscrapers stretched to the sky, their roots penetrated deep into Cybertron's surface. A sub world of tunnels and underground buildings grew.

Mechs off lined, new ones were animated. The secret societies of the Decepticons grew in size and power. The military ranks of the planet were soon almost completely made up of members of this secret society. The legend of the Decepticon conqueror filled their minds with visions of power.

As new technology was leaked out by the Autobot engineers, the Decepticons eagerly snapped it up. By modifying it and improving upon it; always seeking to build the most powerful and efficient soldiers that they could with it. They did this always under the guise that their growing population and planetary trade routes needed to be protected from alien interests.

The Core of Power was rebuilt by the engineers. Now calling it the Matrix of Leadership, they handed it to their second leader as they coronated him as 'Prime' carrier. This new Matrix not only contained the ancient technical data of its origin, but had been modified to allow future Prime carriers to add data files to it. It was still powered by the strange glowing crystal; for not even the best of Autobot scientists could understand it, much less match it.

As Sigma Prime took his place as the leader of the Autobots, little did anyone realize there was a conflict brewing beneath the surface of their society. This conflict would be based on values, ideals, on theological differences; a conflict that would tear their world apart.

As the first platoons of the militia, removed their Autobot insignia and replaced them with the symbol of the secret society, the emerging threat of the Decepticons was not fully understood. At first, the civilian Autobots allowed the Decepticons to put their leaders into the positions of power within the society, not understanding the change that this would cause.

Finally, the Decepticons demanded the office of Prime for their own. They demanded that Sigma Prime hand over the Matrix, to give them the power of knowledge. He was imprisoned when he refused. He was the first Autobot to suffer the sadistic torture of the Decepticons; barely escaping with his life – his experience served to polarize the Autobots.

The merchants and civilians grouped together to fight the military might of the Decepticons; under the leadership of Sigma Prime.

And thus, the civil war began, starting differently than it had in other dimensions, but the end result was the same. Cybertron became a shattered world of violence, rape, treachery and death. With both sides unable to achieve complete victory, or to even come to a negotiated settlement.

As the eons passed, the Decepticons finally built the ultimate soldier, the ultimate leader. Who heard the legend of the great Decepticon conqueror, and who lusted to not only equal that Myth's power and might – but to far surpass it. As he was sworn into power, Megatron looked up at the moon that was rumored to be the final monument to that great warrior. In his mind he envisioned that demigod looking down at him – in approval.

In their Capital city, the Autobots were swearing in their new leader as well. As the mech closed his chest the great power of the Matrix coursed through him, physically changing him. The immense power of the Matrix caused him to stagger to a knee. Putting his hands to his chest, Optimus Prime bowed his head, praying that the great mech who had given this to them as a gift, could see him and was looking down at him – in approval.

Only remembered as an unnamed Mythical figure, Raptor lay silently in hibernation within the very bowels of the entity she had defeated. Her actual life; forgotten to the swirl of history. Her actual goal to bring the Cybertronians into a peaceful, strong and prosperous existence; twisted by each faction. Her dreams; haunted the dream world that was now her only reality. Her 'family' of minicons; were now nothing more than a multitude of pawns for the evil.

Her legacy was a world of warfare, of pain, of terrible strife – only serving to feed and strengthen the very entity that she had sacrificed herself to stop.

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Footnote: The creators of the Armada series were never clear about the Cataclysm of early Cybertron, nor how minicons could 'hatch' – while Transformers did not. This is just my little theory on how it could've happened.

This is the end of the Unicron Rapture, leading directly into my 'Armada Soul Flyer' series.. I hope you continue to enjoy…

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