Epilogue: Countless light years from their home planet of Cybertron,
reduced to the most minimal functioning stasis, contained in their crowded
living tomb, drift the recognizable forms of Elita-One and her friends.
There is no way to tell how much time has passed. The only things that
matter now is the hope of being found and enacting revenge upon the
Decepticons that ensured their present state.
2018: A small Servabot shuttle cruises through space as it heads for
Cybertron. In the cockpit are three of the twenty members aboard. The red
and pink form of Anima watches over the piloting of two tone blue form of
Forge with great confidence. Helping with navigation is the red and pink
form of Wasp, who intently observes the radar screen before her. A blip
appears and she quickly puts the analyzer to work.
"Forge, we got a object straight ahead." Wasp calls to her elder.
"Gotcha." Forge replies, steering the ship slightly right.
"For curiosities sake Wasp," Anima says, "what are we avoiding?"
The small female focuses her lavender optics on the analyzers' output
and replies, "I can't believe it. A life-support pod containing barely
functional Transformers."
Forge immediately puts a tractor beam on the pod.
"Notify Turnpike about them, I'll be in the docking bay." Anima
orders, she turns toward the door and walks out.
Moments later she's joined by Turnpike, the smaller white and red
female is quick to ask, "What's up?"
They walk into the loading bay. "They are." Anima replies, indicating
the pod.
The doctor approaches it and exclaims, "By the Matrix, their
Autobots!" she opens the pod, the docking bay doors open allowing a few
other Servabots in, "Help me out girls."
In the Medical Ward.
"What do you think? Can we save them?" Anima asks.
"After being repaired and reenergized, yes." Turnpike replies.
"Good. Get to work then." Anima nods and leaves.
By the time they reach Cybertron, Turnpike has her patients up and around.
Anima and Forge walk in.
"We're home ladies, come with me." Anima gestures and leads the group
out of the ship.
"Cybertron. How long has it been?" one begins.
"Too long." a aquamarine, light blue, orange and light green form of
Tetra Reris reports approaching the group, "I am Tetra Reris, commander of
the Servabots. Optimus Prime couldn't come, but extends his greetings."
"Optimus is alive?" a female asks.
"Yes, you know him?" Tetra replies.
"Yes, I'm Elita-One." she begins.
"You other ladies must be Firestar, Chromia, Moonracer, Momenta and
Deyja. I'm sure Optimus will be glad to see you, follow me." Tetra states.
As they walk, Forge approaches Elita, "It's fair to warn you that she
had a crush on Prime once. Now that she knows you're alive..."
"Say no more, I'll talk to her." Elita nods.
"Tetra, can we talk?" Elita asks.
"Of course, Elita." Tetra says.
"I know of your feelings towards Optimus, and I want to tell you that
I know what you've went through. We all love Optimus in our own way. And
in his way, he loves all of us too. Its just that..." Elita states.
"I know Elita. I do wish you and Optimus the best." Tetra says.
"Thank you, Tetra. I hope you'll find someone as special as he is,
and somehow, I think you will." Elita smiles.
"Perhaps." Tetra replies.
"Hey, let's do something." the purple, red and white Depth states.
"Like what?" the red, purple and white Shadow asks.
"Like seeing what the 'Cons are doing." Depth says.
"Let's go!" Shadow cries. They leave the Ark unnoticed.
"Good, no one saw us." Depth says, "Last thing we need is a fucking
lecture from that overbearing Commander of ours.
"Give him a break, he's only got our best interests at heart." Shadow
replies.
"Hmph! I knew joining up with a bunch of namby-pamby, half-rate
warriors who are a buncha virgins was a bad idea." Depth grumps.
"Too fucking damn quiet." Depth complains.
"Shhhh. Someone's coming." Shadow whispers.
They hide, the silver, red, purple and black form of Electra passes by and
Shadow trails her, becoming her shadow.
"Ah ha!" she yells whipping around, "Huh? Okay, who's playing games?
Show yourselves."
Shadow snickers and taps on her shoulder, "Hi ya good looking, how's
tricks?"
"You..." she turns, again finding nothing, "What?"
"Oh I love it when you do that." Depth whispers.
"I've just started." Shadow whispers back.
"When I get my hands on you, whoever you are.." Electra growls.
"You'll what?" Shadow hisses in her ear.
"Yeah what?" Depth parodies, she spots him.
"Your dead, hear me? Dead!" she aims her cannon.
"Freeze!" Shadow says shoving his gun into her head, "Depth, relieve
her of her cannon then tie her up with a pretty bow and we'll give her to
Galvatron as a present."
Depth approaches, "Mmm-mmm, what a fine filly of a 'Con. How about
some candy swe'art." he makes a rude gesture.
"You dare insinuate such a thing?!" Electra screams.
"Uh oh," Shadow says, "reinforcements are coming."
"Let 'em come, we got insurance." Depth states.
"That's all I have to say." the light green, red, and gold equine
form of Austera reports.
"Good, you're dismissed." Optimus says, then to Tetra, "This is grave
news."
"I told you not the underestimate the Trechercons. Yet I'm still
amazed at how they seem to ignore the male 'Cons in battle. I wonder if
they'll ever really fight as one."
"Guess we'll have to wait and see." Optimus says.
"That's the scary part, not knowing." Tetra says.
"True, but we must continue to hope." Optimus says.
"Hope? We Servabots lost that long ago. Death, despair, destruction,
they are close friends of ours. Hope can never hold out against any of
these, let alone sustain us indefinitely. Our war has turned us into the
ones' we call enemy. All of this is what we have to look forward to, this
is our future." Tetra sighs.
She leaves. Optimus watches her go knowing that deep within his heart he
feels the same way about the war. He knows that the same doubts will arise
and demand to be resolved or accepted. He shivers, perhaps they were
becoming like the enemy. Evil is too easy a path to take and temptation
lies at every turn. All that stopped his warriors and himself from giving
in was the Matrix. If they ever lost it for good, the consequences could
be disastrous.
reduced to the most minimal functioning stasis, contained in their crowded
living tomb, drift the recognizable forms of Elita-One and her friends.
There is no way to tell how much time has passed. The only things that
matter now is the hope of being found and enacting revenge upon the
Decepticons that ensured their present state.
2018: A small Servabot shuttle cruises through space as it heads for
Cybertron. In the cockpit are three of the twenty members aboard. The red
and pink form of Anima watches over the piloting of two tone blue form of
Forge with great confidence. Helping with navigation is the red and pink
form of Wasp, who intently observes the radar screen before her. A blip
appears and she quickly puts the analyzer to work.
"Forge, we got a object straight ahead." Wasp calls to her elder.
"Gotcha." Forge replies, steering the ship slightly right.
"For curiosities sake Wasp," Anima says, "what are we avoiding?"
The small female focuses her lavender optics on the analyzers' output
and replies, "I can't believe it. A life-support pod containing barely
functional Transformers."
Forge immediately puts a tractor beam on the pod.
"Notify Turnpike about them, I'll be in the docking bay." Anima
orders, she turns toward the door and walks out.
Moments later she's joined by Turnpike, the smaller white and red
female is quick to ask, "What's up?"
They walk into the loading bay. "They are." Anima replies, indicating
the pod.
The doctor approaches it and exclaims, "By the Matrix, their
Autobots!" she opens the pod, the docking bay doors open allowing a few
other Servabots in, "Help me out girls."
In the Medical Ward.
"What do you think? Can we save them?" Anima asks.
"After being repaired and reenergized, yes." Turnpike replies.
"Good. Get to work then." Anima nods and leaves.
By the time they reach Cybertron, Turnpike has her patients up and around.
Anima and Forge walk in.
"We're home ladies, come with me." Anima gestures and leads the group
out of the ship.
"Cybertron. How long has it been?" one begins.
"Too long." a aquamarine, light blue, orange and light green form of
Tetra Reris reports approaching the group, "I am Tetra Reris, commander of
the Servabots. Optimus Prime couldn't come, but extends his greetings."
"Optimus is alive?" a female asks.
"Yes, you know him?" Tetra replies.
"Yes, I'm Elita-One." she begins.
"You other ladies must be Firestar, Chromia, Moonracer, Momenta and
Deyja. I'm sure Optimus will be glad to see you, follow me." Tetra states.
As they walk, Forge approaches Elita, "It's fair to warn you that she
had a crush on Prime once. Now that she knows you're alive..."
"Say no more, I'll talk to her." Elita nods.
"Tetra, can we talk?" Elita asks.
"Of course, Elita." Tetra says.
"I know of your feelings towards Optimus, and I want to tell you that
I know what you've went through. We all love Optimus in our own way. And
in his way, he loves all of us too. Its just that..." Elita states.
"I know Elita. I do wish you and Optimus the best." Tetra says.
"Thank you, Tetra. I hope you'll find someone as special as he is,
and somehow, I think you will." Elita smiles.
"Perhaps." Tetra replies.
"Hey, let's do something." the purple, red and white Depth states.
"Like what?" the red, purple and white Shadow asks.
"Like seeing what the 'Cons are doing." Depth says.
"Let's go!" Shadow cries. They leave the Ark unnoticed.
"Good, no one saw us." Depth says, "Last thing we need is a fucking
lecture from that overbearing Commander of ours.
"Give him a break, he's only got our best interests at heart." Shadow
replies.
"Hmph! I knew joining up with a bunch of namby-pamby, half-rate
warriors who are a buncha virgins was a bad idea." Depth grumps.
"Too fucking damn quiet." Depth complains.
"Shhhh. Someone's coming." Shadow whispers.
They hide, the silver, red, purple and black form of Electra passes by and
Shadow trails her, becoming her shadow.
"Ah ha!" she yells whipping around, "Huh? Okay, who's playing games?
Show yourselves."
Shadow snickers and taps on her shoulder, "Hi ya good looking, how's
tricks?"
"You..." she turns, again finding nothing, "What?"
"Oh I love it when you do that." Depth whispers.
"I've just started." Shadow whispers back.
"When I get my hands on you, whoever you are.." Electra growls.
"You'll what?" Shadow hisses in her ear.
"Yeah what?" Depth parodies, she spots him.
"Your dead, hear me? Dead!" she aims her cannon.
"Freeze!" Shadow says shoving his gun into her head, "Depth, relieve
her of her cannon then tie her up with a pretty bow and we'll give her to
Galvatron as a present."
Depth approaches, "Mmm-mmm, what a fine filly of a 'Con. How about
some candy swe'art." he makes a rude gesture.
"You dare insinuate such a thing?!" Electra screams.
"Uh oh," Shadow says, "reinforcements are coming."
"Let 'em come, we got insurance." Depth states.
"That's all I have to say." the light green, red, and gold equine
form of Austera reports.
"Good, you're dismissed." Optimus says, then to Tetra, "This is grave
news."
"I told you not the underestimate the Trechercons. Yet I'm still
amazed at how they seem to ignore the male 'Cons in battle. I wonder if
they'll ever really fight as one."
"Guess we'll have to wait and see." Optimus says.
"That's the scary part, not knowing." Tetra says.
"True, but we must continue to hope." Optimus says.
"Hope? We Servabots lost that long ago. Death, despair, destruction,
they are close friends of ours. Hope can never hold out against any of
these, let alone sustain us indefinitely. Our war has turned us into the
ones' we call enemy. All of this is what we have to look forward to, this
is our future." Tetra sighs.
She leaves. Optimus watches her go knowing that deep within his heart he
feels the same way about the war. He knows that the same doubts will arise
and demand to be resolved or accepted. He shivers, perhaps they were
becoming like the enemy. Evil is too easy a path to take and temptation
lies at every turn. All that stopped his warriors and himself from giving
in was the Matrix. If they ever lost it for good, the consequences could
be disastrous.
