Alright guys, this is a longer chapter. I didn't find a good place to stop until, well, I did. xp It does have a little (okay a lot actually) of Ancient Cybertronian towards the end. But I do give the translation for you. And it's not until, like, the very end. Just thought I'd warn you though. It was a pain to get right as I was coming up with the words as I was writing it. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this next installment!
Disclaimer: I no own Transformers. I own;y own the stories plot and my OCs. I also own the made up language in the story. It is mine. Please do not steal it. I put a lot of time and effort into coming up with it and making it work.
All was quiet at the Yeager's farmhouse. As an apology for all that had happened, the Government wiped away the family's debt and gave them many years of free utilities. Joshua Joyce had actually offered to build them a new house and garage/workplace. It was a beautiful complex. Perfect for both the humans and their Cybertronian friends.
Bumblebee sat outside, leaning against the back of the garage. He was worried about Optimus. He had been since they had parted ways. He didn't like that their leader had left them. The others had gone back to squabbling about who was in charge now. He found himself missing Ratchet and Ironhide. They had always kept the others in line. He missed Prowl and Jazz too. They had been able to keep control too. But now it was just them. He vented. Things were quiet, but even he knew that it wasn't going to last. The ping of his comm. unit pulled him from his musings.
"Bum...bee! This is M...jor Le...ox! C... in B...blebee! Do y... ...opy!?" For a nanoclick, he wasn't sure if he was actually receiving the message or if it was just his processor making stuff up. But after the message repeated a few times, he decided to respond.
"This is Bumblebee. Major Lennox, do you copy?" There was static for a second before the human replied.
"T...nk ...imus! It is g...d to hear y... ...oice Bee. I ...sn't sure th... was g...ng to work." He heard the sound of gunfire coming through the static as the Major spoke.
"Well, it is. What's wrong? Why do I hear gunfire?" the scout asked, concerned. The message began to break up further. All he could make out was a few odd words: Joyce's drones. Here. Under attack. Fortunately, he was able to piece together the message.
"Major? Major!?" All he got was static. Slag. He back traced the signal, surprised to find that it wasn't coming from their home, but another ranch in northern Texas.
"Bumblebee!" He bolted up and ran to the front of the building. Crosshairs was standing there looking like he had won the lottery, as the humans say. "We just picked up a signal! You won't believe from what!" the young scout didn't even get to answer as the emerald armored mech all but shouted it at him in his excitement. "The Allspark! We picked up on the Allspark's energy signal just a moment ago!"
"But it's supposed to have been destroyed..." He said. The comment went unnoticed by his comrade.
"So here is the area the signal came from." Crosshairs sent Bumblebee a data burst. "No idea what it would be doing there, but..." Bumblebee stopped listening the moment he opened the data file. It was the same location as Major Lennox's distress call! Or at the very least the same vicinity.
"Crosshairs, we have to go now! Major Lennox, one of the humans who fought with us as a part of N.E.S.T. Just sent me a distress call. I was able to back trace the signal, and it came from the same area this signal came from! It might be a trap but if the Major is there, then we have to go help!" The elder mech looked at him unfazed by the urgency in the young scouts voice.
"Let the human get out of his problems on his own. Not our business. The Allspark on the other servo..." Bumblebee stared at his fellow Autobot with shock. It quickly faded to anger a he backed away from Crosshairs.
"I don't care what you say, but Major Lennox is an ally and a friend. He supported up until the very end! Did everything he could! Even if you and the others wont go help him, I sure as the pit will!" He turned and transformed, taking off down the dirt road at speeds most people wouldn't even dare.
"Crosshairs? What was that about?" The green mech turned and shrugged at Drift and Hound.
"Where did Bumblebee go?" Cade asked, wiping grease off of his hands.
"Said something about a Major Lennox who was in trouble, or something. I told him it wasn't our problem. He got pissed then left. I say god riddance. Ow!" The cocky mech clutched the back of his helm and turned to glare at Hound, the one who had hit him.
"Major Lennox is one of our Human allies. That's what Ratchet and Jolt told me before we split up. Said that the human and his family were Ironhide's charges." Crosshairs stood dumbfounded. Ironhide Had charges? "This means that we go and help him." Hound said sternly before transforming and taking off after Bumblebee.
"So, I guess this means we're going on a road trip?" Cade commented good naturally. He ran into the house, coming out with a duffel bag. "So, when are we leaving?" Drift calmly transformed and opened his door to the human. Cade climbed in and the duo was off. Crosshairs huffed and crossed his arms like a pouting sparkling but eventually transformed and followed after the others.
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Ironhide's help had begun to turn the tides of the battle in our favor at first. The addition of a new fighter had thrown Galvatron off, and as a result, he had been unable to compensate for awhile. This was good for us, as we took out many of the drones. I hit many of them with a small dose of my power. Not enough to give the frames life, but enough to stabilize them. Essentially, restricting their transformation capabilities to something closer to what we all have dealt with in the past. I was exhausted. Bringing Ironhide back from the dead, then zapping every drone that came near me was draining me fast. I was being somewhat careless, but I was also hoping to gain Galvatron's attention. It was working. Most of the drones were sent my way, but I deflected them towards the others, who gladly took care of them. When I wasn't sure how much more battle I could take, the drones parted around me and the lead mech stepped forward.
He was just as ugly as I remembered from the movie. The hole on his chest plating gave him the illusion of no spark. But it was a lie. I could sense it. It was just fluid, like water, moving around his frame contently. It never stayed anywhere for long, so pinpointing it would be hard. Guess I would be using my power a bit longer.
"Where is it!? I know you have it! Give it to me! Give me what is rightfully mine!" He shouted as he moved closer to me. I laughed.
"Yours? What makes you say that? Last I knew, the power you seek was my responsibility." I responded. He snarled and lunged.
"It rightfully belongs to me!" I dodged his attack.
"No. You are wrong. This power is mine to defend!" I said regaining my footing. I swung my sword. He dodged. He threw a punch and I countered it with my shield arm. We spent quite a while attacking each other and parrying each new blow. Soon, I was able to get the upper servo. I hit upside the helm with the hilt of my blade, disorienting him. I then kicked him hard, sending him stumbling backwards quite a ways. I set my pede down and got into a defensive stance, holding my blade in front of me, but pulled back and angled across.
I power downed my shield and summoned my 'gift'. I held the energy in my servo for a moment before running it palm side down, over my blade. The energy crackled and sizzled, like captured lightening, down the length of my sword. I reactivated my shield and waited for Galvatron to regain his senses. I dropped my stance lower. I would hold until the last moment, then I would strike and hopefully not only pull his spark into one place, but also overload it once and for all. Then it was a matter of sending it to The Pit where I knew it belonged. This spark was well past its time. I would not leave things to fate. As fate had been messing up a lot recently. I would open a small rift directly into The Pit and place his spark there personally. Sure, it might kill me, but hey, at point, anything just might.
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The three mechs finished off the last of the drones. Their scattered frames and scorched earth the only testament that they were once fierce warriors.
"That doesn't look good." Barricade said, pointing to the battle still ragging a ways away. Both Prowl and Ironhide looked towards it, though Ironhide kept a few sensors trained on the former 'Con. The watched as the femme charged her blade, then dropped into a sturdy offensive stance.
"That's Megatron, from what I've been able to gather." Prowl said. He had been doing some research on Earth for some time now. He did quite a bit of hacking, especially when he found videos of recent events Hong Kong.
"If that's Megatron, then she ain't goin' to stand a chance." Ironhide commented. "Where's Optimus? If we're going to beat him we'll need a Prime."
"True." Prowl responded. "But again from my research, Optimus is no longer on the planet."
"What? Where the slag did he go!?" Ironhide bellowed, distraught. He knew the likelihood of them winning the fight now, was looking grim. Even if the three of them jumped in now, it just might end with all their deaths. Especially if Megatron had gotten stronger. There was no telling how long he had been out or what had happened in that time. He had no way of finding out, nor did he have the time to.
"Relax, Ironhide." Barricade said, moving to stand next to him. "We don't need Optimus. We have a Prime on our side already."
"What?" The black mech said, on high alert from the mechs movement.
"What he means Ironhide, is that Deltus is more then capable of fighting this battle." Prowl explained.
"Deltus? As in the Great Betrayer? That Deltus!?" Ironhide once more bellowed out.
"Yes and no." His comrade said. "I thought so at first to. When I had onlined, I had no idea who Barricade was. I found out he was a Decepticon and prepared to attack. She defended him and spoke in the ancient language, the dialect of the Primes." He paused and fished something out of subspace. He handed the worn datapad over to Ironhide. "She also looked familiar. Then I remembered this picture."
Ironhide looked down at the old image. It was partially corrupted and the datapad itself had seen better orns, but one part stood out. The stark white armor accented with red. The chevron. The frame style was all to familiar. He looked up at the femme, still waiting to make her final attack. There was no doubt in his processor that they were one and the same.
"That picture is one of the only image files suspected to have a record of the Commander of the Knights of Cybertron. That femme there in the center is the only one unidentified. When I went looking for this, Alpha Trion aided me. He also said something strange. He said that he believed that the femme was none other then Deltus Prime. He also said that he believed that history may have gotten it wrong. That Deltus may have never been the enemy. But perhaps, has become the scapegoat for someone else.
Ironhide stood shocked. He respected Alpha Trion. Most did. He had been one of the oldest mechs alive and known to be very wise and knowledgeable. If he believed something like that, then there was a chance he was right.
"Besides, we can both testify that that femme is not capable of doing any of what she is claimed to have done. She saved both of us from death. Defended me when Prowl was about to kill me and has the penitence of Primus himself." Barricade added. "Not to mention, she's prone to over doing it." The former 'Con turned his gaze to the femme.
"What do ya mean by that?" Ironhide asked.
"Ironhide, that femme is the Allspark." Prowl said calmly.
"Huh!?"
"She holds that same power within her spark. Though, if she uses to much of it, she offlines for Primus only know how long." He explained.
"Ah, mechs, something's happening..." Barricade muttered, drawing Prowl and Ironhide attention. The three of them saw a dust cloud headed up the driveway. A quick scan announced the presence of Cybertronians. Ironhide was the first to recognize the car speeding up the driveway.
"Bumblebee." Ironhide said as the yellow armored mech skidded to a stop and transformed in front of them.
The Scout stared at Ironhide in confusion for a moment before practically launching himself at the Weapons Specialist. Ironhide did his best to keep them from falling over. Barricade muttered something to low for the duo to hear, but Prowl heard him and hit him upside the helm.
"Ow! Slag it Prowl! What was that for!?"
"Behave." Was all the Tactician said. Bumblebee let go of Ironhide and peered around him. He had his gun out and trained on Barricade the moment their optics met. Barricade smirked.
"Relax kid. I'm neutral now." Bumblebee didn't look convinced.
"Bumblebee, stand down. Barricade is telling the truth." A familiar voice said, causing the scout to jump in surprise and turn to the voice.
"Prowl!"
"Yes?"
"But when? How? Where? What?" He couldn't even form full sentences.
"Let's just say it's a long story. One that we'll tell you, but afterwards, okay?" Barricade said, not phased by the glare he was currently receiving from the younger mech. A battle cry pulled all their attention back to the forgotten fight.
"Slag it! Deltus!" Barricade exclaimed as he moved to run towards the duo. Ironhide grabbed his arm and held him back. Prowl quickly moved to aid the larger mech with his brother. Bumblebee stood in confusion again. Wasn't Deltus a bad guy?
Megatron ran at Deltus, yet she stayed perfectly still, only shifting one servo to the base of her sword's hilt. Just before the much larger mech could reach her, she dropped low and sprinted towards him. Her sword drawn back towards her left hip. She nimbly dodged a sloppy punch and skidded to a stop, thrusting her sword upwards into the gap in his chest plates.
"What is she doing?" Bumblebee asked. "There is nothing there. It won't do any damage..." The others watched on, curious about her actions.
Megatron laughed and said something to Deltus, but then went still before screaming in pain. He clawed at his chest plating, trying to dislodge the sword. Deltus responded by shoving further into the blank space and twisting the blade, pulling it out through his side. Residual sparks of energy trailed the length of the slash, but concentrated on the one awkward hole in his chest plates. It was filling in, becoming proper armor. Deltus used the momentum from the slash to complete the spin and once more stab upwards into the same location, this time piercing through the armor plating into a newly created spark chamber.
Megatron screamed once more before he went limp, his frame falling forward towards the swords-femme. She sidestepped then twisted and kicked the frame, spinning and twisting again, gracefully pulling out her blade as the lifeless frame slid to the ground next to her. She stopped in a low crouch like position. Her blade was held backwards, trailing behind her in one servo while the other arm was bent out in front of her for balance. She stayed that way for several moments before quickly slashing in front of her then stabbing the sword once more into the frame. The mechs were so engrossed in what she was doing that they did not realize the other Autobots had arrived or that the slash in the air was widening slightly, looking like a red wound on reality itself.
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I gently extracted my sword from Galvatron's frame. One the end of my sword was his spark. It was an angry, tainted thing. It's light sputtering and dim. I almost pitied him. Almost. He had had several chances for redemption. Several chances to save his spark, but he had chosen to throw them away. He had given them up. Now, his time was up. He had been living on borrowed time fore to long. As the keeper of the Allspark and the Guardian of the Well, this had become one of my duties. To ensure that sparks got to the afterlife they were meant for. I ran my servo over the spark, transferring it from my blade to my palm. I returned my sword to my back and cupped the distorted spark in my servos. I turned to the rift I had made, a direct line to the Pit. It took a lot of energy to make the rift. More then I probably have t spare. But with the way this mech is about being resurrected I decided it wasn't worth risking him plaguing this planet anymore.
"Acsi vitin Prien Avix den cisir yans inse: acsi tue den defeur detu jinsa desix, mirti ictren, mir secnas, mir ruesh: lorne vit'abrin basene defer fivar nixve aden vitin arrune ciar loru ecthii viartu. Marsir visde tarbi shia samem rutnives, acsi vasden; fien shia defivem narsi ratuen acsi shien fasix defeur dentru ventex, sartei vit'arvite nexin ternivix erines." I whispered to Megatron's spark. It was the Cybertronian Prayer of Sendings. It was a prayer said over the frame of those who have passed on. Megatron didn't deserve the prayer, but considering I was not allowing him to go to the 'In between', the space between life and death like he normally would, I thought I would give him at least this much. I finished the prayer and held my servos out close to the rift. I opened them and let the spark be sucked into the pit where his spark with stay until his penance has been paid, how ever long that might take.
I redrew my sword and slashed it through the right I had made, sealing it once more. As the rift fell away, my spark began to hurt. Warnings flashed across my HUD. I gasped in pain and stabbed my blade into the ground. It didn't take long for the pain to become blinding, overwhelming my systems. I barely heard the frantic voices of my friends as I crashed into the ground. My vision went black as the warnings began to relay which parts of my internal frame was overheating. I heard voices again, but I couldn't make out what they were saying as stasis lock procedures began to activate. Darkness took me soon after.
Translation:
Acsi vitin Prien Avix den cisir yans inse: acsi tue den defeur detu jinsa desix, mirti ictren, mir secnas, mir ruesh: lorne vit'abrin basene defer fivar nixve aden vitin arrune ciar loru ecthii viartu. Marsir visde tarbi shia samem rutnives, acsi vasden; fien shia defivem narsi ratuen acsi shien fasix defeur dentru ventex, sartei vit'arvite nexin ternivix erines. – And the Great Creator shall wipe every tear: and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, nor pain: for the former things are cast aside in the presence of his living light. Remember from where you have fallen, and repent; that you may be saved and your sins be blotted out, when the time of judgment comes.
(Based off of the Bible verses: Rev. 2:5, Rev. 21:4, Acts 3:19)