The Prime of Peace Reborn
Rayla frowned, watching as Callum collapsed. "Callum!" She cried, racing to his side, Sol Regem rocked as the Decepticons pressed their attack.
Falling to Callum's side, she watched his optics fade. "Is he…" She dared not finish the question.
Kazi moved, kneeling as she glanced over Callum's frame. She shifted her hand, and quickly started to scan. She sighed. "He's in stasis lock." She reported.
Khessa frowned. "Cause?"
Kazi checked her readings, tilting her head in confusion. "Memory restoration cycle?"
"Perhaps he suffered some damage during our rescue mission?" Janai suggested, watching as another bot entered.
The bot was small, though her golden armour matched that of Sol Regem's around them. Bright green optics burned, a lack of any vehicle, or bestial parts upon her frame puzzled the others. "Khessa, I don't want to alert you, but I can feel Regem's pain through our bond. He cannot survive this onslaught much longer."
Khessa crossed her arms, glancing out the front windows. "We need to escape, but how?"
Amaya stood by the scanners, optics observed the readouts of Viren's ship. She quickly signed something. Gren nodded. "Amaya has detected that Viren's ship has a working space bridge, how stable it is, however, remains to be seen."
Khessa nodded. "Is there a ways we could board their warship, and steal from their space bridge?"
The unknown bot shook her head. "Regem doesn't want to desecrate Ziard's fallen body, though he is willingly to take a shot and fire several rounds into it's proximity, perhaps causing it to malfunction, giving us time to escape."
Amaya widened her optics, she turned fast. Hands moved, signing, Gren struggled to keep up with the silent Cybertronian. "Amaya has the best aim here, she'll take the shot, but will need covering fire while she lines everything up."
Khessa nodded. "Then get to it." She glanced at Janai. "Go, take a group with you and get to the other turrets, give her covering fire."
Janai nodded, racing ahead of Janai, Pyrrah following form behind. Marcos and Sabah stayed behind, standing by Callum's side, watching him ever closely.
Rayla frowned, glancing towards the unknown bot. "Who are you?"
The unknown bot glanced at Rayla. "I am Ahshala, Sol Regem's Titan Master, I spend my time tinkering with Regem's internal systems, updating his internal security and keeping things pristine." She paused, optics locked upon Callum. "But this one, Callum, I have seen him before, before this war, before the corruption wrought upon Cybertron by Sentinel 'Zeta' Prime."
Khessa frowned. "What do you mean?"
Ahshala shook her head. "It is not my place to tell. It is his, and his alone. Though I doubt he'll be in a good mood when he learns about their deaths."
Runaan glanced at Ahshala. "Whose deaths?"
"The Triple Changers." Was all Ahshala said, taking her leave.
Amaya narrowed her gaze, targeting systems locking upon the outer hull of Viren's warship. She could see some exposed fuel pipes, the blue glow of Energon within them made them stick out among the purple.
The fuel pipes connected to most of the ship, making it possible to power the space bride onboard. All she needed was a clear shot, and Viren would have other issues to deal with. But she wasn't sure whether the space bridge malfunction would affect them as well. She was no engineer on the matter, but if things didn't go as planned, well, at least she would be with Sarai once more.
"Covering fire provided, take the shot!" Janai cried.
Amaya smirked, firing away, explosions rocked the side of Viren's warship, ruptures along the fuel pipes blew out, any Seekers of Decepticons caught close were blown back to the well. She smirked, firing several more shots into the ship.
Viren smirked as he looked over Sol Regem. "The Autobots are too predictably, they couldn't resist rescuing their comrades." He muttered, optics locked upon the devastation his warship brought down upon them.
He felt the ship rock, he turned fast, optics burned bright in anger. "What was that?"
"Sir, several ruptures along the fuel pipes near the space bridge."
Viren cursed under his breath. "Contain it!" He growled.
"Sir, the space bridge is fluctuating, it's growing unstable."
Viren widened his optics, he turned, glancing as he saw Sol Regem soar ahead. "Catch up to the Autobots, I won't go down without them suffering for it."
Kazi widened her optics. "Their space bridge is going of the charts, it seems we've caused it to malfunction, but they're not giving up."
Khessa frowned. "Any chance we'll outrun them?"
The medic shook her head. "No, the Cons are determined to take us out with them."
Khessa closed her optics, she glanced at Callum's still body. "Brace for impact, if their space bridge is about to blow, then we're going to need to be ready for it."
Viren was not happy, he could feel his warship shake violently, he could feel the energy build-up from the command bridge. The space bridge was going to blow, there was no stopping it. He widened his optics, a sinister grin formed. "Is it still possible to activate the space bridge?"
"It should be, but it isn't recommended Lord Viren. We could end up anywhere in the universe."
Viren's grin continued to grow. "Activate it."
"But sir…"
Viren didn't let the Con finish, blowing the soldiers head apart with a single blast. "Anyone else going to question orders?" He demanded.
The shaking of heads gave him the answer he wanted. "Claudia, brace yourself." He ordered, activating the space bridge.
Kazi didn't know what to do. "Their space bridge has been activated, I give it no more than a few seconds before it blows."
Khessa nodded. "That'll have to do. Autobots, brace yourselves."
Rayla held her ground, a bright green light flashed over the sector space, the sound of an explosion sent them flying, the last thing she saw before darkness over took her was a world of blue and green.
Nyx prided herself for being free. Despite her duty, she loved to take to the skies. Ibis never understood, but allowed her to anyway. Telling her to report in if anything strange happened while she was out.
Xadia was one lush world. She hadn't seen anything like before. Cybertron was grey, with the only colour she ever saw were those of the others around her. She remembered the days, when everyone lived together in harmony, back after their creator fell into his own slumber, to hide his presence form his brother.
Soaring around in her bird like alt mode was fun, there was nothing like it elsewhere. As she dived down towards the ground, she allowed herself to shift forms, wings folding up along her back, legs stretching out while she unfolded her entire body.
Landing upon the ground, she heard her comm beep. "What do you want Ibis?" She questioned.
"Zentha's scanners detected two of her brethren falling from orbit. The closet one ot your location is Sol Regem."
"One of the Titan's that served under Solus Prime? Why would he be out here?" Nyx pondered.
"We're not sure, but he's coming in hot. Head in there and see what's going on."
Nyx sighed. "So much for my freedom of flight." She muttered, launching herself towards the ground. She felt her body shifted, the plates moving. Landing upon four legs, she started to race forward, running faster and faster.
She neared Sol Regem's location, leaping up, she shifted back to her root form. Blue optics glanced over the mighty Titan's body. "What the hell happened to you?" She wondered, moving forward. She paused, reaching behind her back. A staff popped forth.
Grasping it tightly, she moved inside the great Titan. Moving throughout the hallways, optics glancing over the many bodies lining the hallways. "What caused all this damage?"
She neared the command bridge of Regem's ship mode. She heard voices. She listened to their words. "We need an idea as to where we are, Kazi, what do the scanners read?"
Nyx slowly moved in, entering the bridge, all optics fell upon her. Khessa stood tall, her optics locked upon her. "Are you Autobot or Decepticon?" Khessa demanded.
Nyx didn't reply, her optics swept the bridge, till they fell upon Callum's form. She widened her optics. She didn't believe it, it wasn't possible, The Midnight Star killed him. Callum wasn't moving, Nyx turned her gaze toward Khessa, optics narrowed. "What have you done to him?" She screamed.
Khessa was confused. "Who are you…." She started, unable to finish as Nyx charged her, pinning her to the ground.
Nyx was enraged. "What have you done to Azymondias Prime?" She hissed, pushing the pointed end of her staff towards Khessa. The others moved for their weapons, Nyx growled, several weapons formed upon her body, a pod of missiles upon her shoulders armed themselves. "How dare you draw your weapons upon me, a member of Azymondias Prime's tribe."
She glared at the others. "How dare you even think about harming my liege!"
Rayla was confused, and it seemed those around her were as well. "Tribe? I don't know any tribe, or an Azymondias Prime for that matter."
Nyx scoffed in disgust. "I am disgusted by your lack of respect. But I shall have you know, I am Nyx of the Knights of Cybertron, loyal follower of Azymondias Prime."
Callum's optics flashed to life, he sat up. "Stand down Nyx." He commanded, slowly standing as he glanced over the others.
Nya obeyed quickly, her weapons folding back into her body. "Of course, my liege." She replied with a small bow.
Callum rolled his optics. "Enough with the bowing. I am not some god or high lord who commands respect."
Rayla blinked. "Callum?" She questioned.
Callum glanced at Rayla. A smile upon his face. "Not the best thing to come back to, but it isn't the worst either." He said. "How's Bait?"
Khessa shook her head. "How do you know this Nyx? Commander Callum."
Callum crossed his arms. "Well, we can start with you referring to me by my true name."
"Which is?" Runaan asked.
"Azymondias Prime." Callum replied, stepping forward as he looked at Khessa. "Last of the Thirteen, champion of Primus and the first triple changer."
Kazi almost shut down at the name. "By Primus, we're in the presence of one of The Original Thirteen Primes."
Callum groaned. "Calm down Kazi." He said, turning to face Khessa. "To answer you question Khessa, Nyx was one of my seven Knights of Cybertron, the ones I trusted the most to help lead my tribe."
"You're the Prime of Peace, the mysterious prime? How come you vanished without a trace? Is it true that The Fallen betrayed the others and killed Solus Prime? Did Alchemist Prime truly die?" Kazi asked rapidly.
Callum held his hands up. "Slow down Kazi, I will do my best to answer your questions, including how I came to be reborn, and how Rayla's spark was placed into storage alongside me and many more of my tribe."
Within the mountains, buried deep within. Housed within a Titan, The Midnight Star opened his optics. "So, he survived my handywork." He muttered. "It seems I will have to finish what was started so long ago."
On Cybertron, within The Storm Spire, the optics of Callum's statues glowed brightly The table of seven chairs crackled with lightning, a storm brewed around the mountain.
And deep within ruins on Xadia, an orb glowed, the storm inside it raged with more brutality then before.
And across Cybertron's colony worlds, storms of great size raged.
A message, a message to the universe. Azymondias Prime had returned, and he had come with purpose.
Not the best I could've done, but well, here we are. Once the next chapter is posted, Callum/Azymondias Prime will have his appearance posted on DeviantArt.