DISCLAIMER:
I do not own The Transformers franchise, The Transformers Universe. All rights to Hasbro.
I do not own Dusk Greyman, Ultimus Prime, or anyone in the realm of Cybres. All rights to Elhini Prime.
I only own my OCs

Curse within a Blessing

"Farin, get Draft on the line, NOW!" Dreadline yelled.

Drain, nearby, yelled out, "Draft get yo' aft over here!"

Not only did the called bot come, but the rest of the team.

"Draft alert Silver or Micheal of the lock down. Get the rest of the team to strap things down because the base is going mobile. We got enemy titans on our lawn." Dreadline commanded over comm.

"So we're fleeing? Not fighting?" Drain asked, disappointed.

" Nope. We're fighting and fleeing. Farin, Charger, get some fliers and shoot down enemy targets. Make sure our path is clear to the Waervaen spaceport. Get snipers on the roof as well."

Draft distributed orders by pointing a finger at a 'bot when the order was said. He almost left when Dreadline called him back.

"Draft, still there?"

"Yeo," He said, swiveling back.

"Move the royal family to safer areas. Then have them call me via comm. I need to talk to them about things."

"Consider it done."

Sniping had already started on the roof. The twins and Jazz were making quick work of flyers getting close. Any that got past that were shot down or burned to a crisp by the Dinobots.

Reinforcements came soaring, shooting down targets. Ben and Dusk nodded to each other, and transformed into their flying alts and soared off. As did Swoop.

"Of all the days I need an aircraft with weapons. Wait..." Dreadline muttered to himself.

"Sunstreaker, is it possible to replace an alt for another?" Dreadline called out.

"Well, if you don't scan it, you need to download it. But you'll have to remove the file of the old one. Why?" Sunstreaker asked, turning.

Dreadline was already opening his file banks, and removed a circuit board from the upper left portion of his chest.

"This?" the younger mech asked, holding it up.

"Yes. Why?" He asked again, catching the chip in his free hand.

"Do your magic. I need to get up there."

"Of us two, why were you the one that knows how to get new alts?" Sideswipe asked jokingly.

"Because you scanned a Crown Victoria once and turned into it. And a human rode inside of you, spilled coffee, and had doughnut crumbs in your circuits." Sunny retorted with a chuckle.

"You never will let me get over it, are you?"

"You deserved it. Painted me pink. Glitch." The other replied and tossed the chip back to Dreadline.

The youngest mech put it in, collapsed into a fighter jet, and flew off.

As he shot down his first target, Dawn spoke through her comm. "Draft moved me to your quarters. And said you wanted to talk?"

"You want to know about your children right?"

"Oh no. I am not telling them now!"

"Telling us what, sis?" Dusk asked.

"Oooo... Good luck, Dawn."

"I will have your head!"

"Whose head?" Micheal asked, joining the party.

"Yeah, whose?" Colbolt added.

The rest of the family joined, including those of Team Prime, and Morgana and Eclipt.

Then the femme under pressure broke the ice with a cleaver.

"I HAVE TRIPLETS. NOW SHUT UP!"

"I'll have the father's head on a golden platter. Better not have been Dreadline. Was starting to like him again." Silver said, waking in a confinement cell with no weapons.

"Can hear you." Dreadline said casually.

"So who is the father?" Xavier asked cautiously.

Silence from Dawn.

"Do you...remember that...punishment... Silver?" Dreadline said slowly.

"FRAAAG NO! I'LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!"

"When you absolutely positively have to kill every motherfragger in the room," Michael started.

"Accept no one but mom.'' Dusk finished.

Silver cursed on, and they had to mute her comm. so they can go on.

"But who is the father?" Micheal asked again.

"Well..."

"Who?!" Micheal half yelled.

"I haven't seen the combination myself. Very rare it happens, Cybrean-Corrupted cross breed. Especially the leader." Dreadline worded that that way so they would have to process it.

The comm. link erupted with arguments, cursing, and mayhem.

"Maybe if all of you would shut the frag up we'll learn SOMETHING?" Morgana screamed. Everyone did stop.

"Again, I've never seen a combination my self. But, I've heard that the mother dies in labor. The only known thing that saves the mother is a combination of grey and gold energon. We need my two siblings, because only they know how to do it."

"And I was starting to think you were sane," Michael said, disappointment obvious.

"It's possible, Dad. The spirits just need hosts. Hosts that are similar in personality. If one or two of us randomly spasms, or faints, the spirit's trying to gain control." Dusk explained, wary of the process, as it had happened to Ultimus before.

Dreadline rolled his eyes. "Be ready, main engines online. There'll be a jolt for those indoors."

The whole base did move. Not just a jolt too. Silver was thrown into the ceiling and back onto the floor.

Dusk barrel rolled and barely evaded a missile. Dusk fully amplified her turbines. Ben was not far ahead.

"Dimensional bridge inbound." Draft said.

Dreadline saw the swirling green portal.

"Four signatures detected. All similar to Dusk and Ben's." Farin said as he neared the portal.

"Reinforcements, if we have any, follow Ben and I!" Dusk half yelled as she shot down two more fighters.

"You got reinforcements!" Two voices said in unison, different but similar voices.

"Four of us!" A presumably a female said.

Dusk transformed, almost making Dreadline rear-end her.

"My CHILDREN?"

4-T-5 howled. T was in his palm, laughing. They watched the fight from out of orbit. The Cybreian waters brightened to match the color of energon and energa. Two titans were enclosing First Earth and Cybertron.

"Ahem." A mixture of voices said. 4-t-5 turned. The maker stood on his shoulder.

"You've got me in check, my friend." The Maker casually said, adjusting his robe. Even in space, his garments glowed white, without stain or wrinkle.

"Oh, and soon in checkmate!" The titan excitedly rumbled.

"Not anytime soon. I've castled, yet I still have the queen, and my pawns." The Maker said, making the reference to chess.

"I've killed your queen!" The titan roared.

"My princess. No. My queen is out there, out of your reach. So long as you search in all the right places, you'll find her. In the depths of the universe and everywhere else."

Elita sat on a stool and shot down fliers. She drank from an energon cube. Her sniping skills are at its peak. And she enjoyed it. But when she saw her adopted grandchildren, she spit out her energon and rushed to the end of the platform. The family's reunited.

A/N: Three months?! Yell at the weather. I guess AF's got more files for Elimination than this. Oh well. My job is to just upload these. And he tells me he may have another fic, which has to do with gods or demigods or something... But it relates to what the Maker said earlier (...yet i still have... my pawns).

Link to Elimination: s/10164014/1/Elimination

BAI!