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Same time

Artemis shouldered her way to the front of the crowd. She was small, even shorter than some of the tall Campers, and reached only till Percy's chest, so, she had to resort to using her godly might to push through the mass of demigod and confused minor gods to where the Olympians, and Soundwave were standing. The Hunters and Transformers were trying to restore order as much as they could, no thanks to Percy on that one.

Artemis' powers were being drained like anything, and Apollo and the Hunters had to lend her their power. After all, having to support so many mortals on the inhospitable surface of the moon was challenging. Damn Percy, but if the Earth was indeed getting destroyed, the moon was the best option for a quick escape. Maybe after the Earth is destroyed for whatever reason, the moon will take its place in the planetary system.

Artemis huffed, the thin oxygen that she was able to provide in her domain, not enough for so many people, and especially strenuous activity. Besides, the injured were reserved more oxygen on account of, well, their being injured.

The Big Three stood with Soundwave a little ways off from where the other Olympians were gathered. On seeing Artemis approach, Zeus smiled at her, gesturing her over with a small wave of his hand.

"Daughter, accept some of our godly energy. It will help you." Zeus said, and the three brothers put their hands on Artemis' head, making her feel like a small child. For a small moment, Artemis glowed a brilliant white, before returning to her normal silver glow. She felt re-energized as if she had fought a war, and someone had just made huge offerings to her. Consequences, she sighed.

"Thank you, father and uncles, but..."

"Look! It's happening!" Soundwave cut her off. For once, his cold robotic voice held a tinge of excitement and anticipation in it. Not that Artemis could blame him. Her nerves were frayed.

A metallic planet, crisscrossed with black ridges, lines, and trenches, swung into view, coming from behind the planet the mortals had named Jupiter after her father's Roman form. Even as she saw, the previously dead planet began to come alive, with a brilliant blue glow emanating from its core, as inviting as Percy's eyes. The dull silver surface gained a brilliant sheen, reflecting Apollo's light.

Simultaneously, black lines began to crisscross the Earth's surface, massive trenches and crafters that swallowed entire continents and oceans, until all that was left behind was a dead planet, a black mass that floated aimlessly in the solar system. A purple glow emanated from its core, like the dying breaths of a previous planet, which was teeming with life.

Artemis had never seen anything that contrasted each other as the two planets did. One planet was a brilliant metallic silver, to the point that it was white, while the other seemed to suck all light that reached it. One seemed alive, inviting and refreshing to the eyes, while the other was dead, as repulsive as a rotting deer carcass being picked apart by vultures. A deer carcass, which had been a beautiful, graceful doe in life, was nothing but some dirt by the road in death. (Phew, so much deep words. Fuck, I sound like an English teacher. Time to go back to being a crazy-ass PJO fanboy.)

With a jolt, Artemis realised that these were the true omnipotent deities, twins born to oppose each other. Not Chaos, but Primus and Unicron.

The two planets began to transform into their bot forms. Or at least, Artemis assumed that it was called that, though that will be the great-granddad of misnomers.

The planets shifted, mirroring each other with each movement, entire hemispheres rotating on a random axis, and breaking apart and reforming, sending huge clouds of dirt in the air. While Primus' transformation was graceful, like a tiger prowling through the tall grasses, waiting to ambush unsuspecting prey, Unicron was like a pack of hyenas, loud and robust, but equally strong.

When the two finished, Artemis couldn't help but marvel at the two. Although they were so large that they could make Mt. Olympus look like a speck of dust, each held its own beauty. Or at least, Primus did.

His shoulder guards just finished their transformation, rotating in place, while his helmet was formed separately, each coming to rest on its respective side. His eyes were two piercing beams of blue light that glowed from under his helmet, guidance to friends, and warning to foes. On one hand, he held an enormous silver axe, though Artemis doubted if it was silver at all. Cyberformium, Percy had told her, used to create the chassis of all Transformers.

On the other hand, Unicron looked like a street thug, with a pickaxe much like Emperor Deathsaurus, a silly moustache made entirely out of some weird rock, and a plain helmet. He was so visually repulsive that Aphrodite had to be admitted to the already packed, and understaffed infirmary.

"What. The. Fuck." Artemis had not seen him approach, she was so engrossed with the two deities, but Apollo and Hermes stood on either side of her, their jaws on the floor.

"That's Primus. You know him as Lord Perseus." Soundwave's voice sent hushed whispering and ripples of excitement through the crowd.

"That's Percy?!" Annabeth's voice drifted over to her from somewhere in the crowd of the minor gods, and Artemis had to clench her fists and grit her teeth not to snap at Percy's ex. Luckily, Soundwave covered up for her, correcting the daughter of Athena in her stead, "Lord Perseus."

Artemis smiled unconsciously, the smile again fading into nothing as she looked back at the predicament Primus was in because of her. The two deities circled each other, waiting for a chance to attack.

Somewhere along the line, the earth, now the massive body of Unicron, had floated away from Apollo's pull, so that all those gathered on the moon could safely see the fight without harm.

Unicron was first to go on the offensive, taking an experimental swing at Primus, who leaned back to dodge, before hooking Unicron's weapon with his axe, in an attempt to disarm him. When it failed, thanks to Unicron's strong grip, he batted it aside, before swinging his axe upwards at his bane's head.

Unicron intercepted it with his free hand, holding his axe in place, and swung his pickaxe at Primus' head. Primus failed to dodge, and had to use his other hand to block the powerful swing.

Artemis watched the two beings engaged in the deadlock, none yielding, none refusing to let the other's weapon go. Thanks to their being so slow and large, they could see everything in clear detail. She couldn't help but wonder at their unimaginable strength, as they swung continent-sized fists at each other, faster than some mortals, covering thousands of kilometres in a second with each swing.

Finally, Unicron grew tired of remaining still and pushed Primus back by his axe, sending him crashing into the surface of Jupiter.

From his spread position on the gas giant, Primus fought using his axe and feet to keep Unicron at bay, while he used his other hand to struggle to get up. And let me tell you, was it a struggle! A planet-sized being, drawn into the enormous gravitational pull of another planet, while engaged in a deadly dance with his bane, struggled for... billions and trillions of lives.

Finally, Primus was able to get up, using the curved blade of his axe to sling one of Jupiter's several moons at Unicron, who batted away the giant sphere without a thought, before he Spartan kicked him, sending him sprawling backwards. At least this time, he was met by the vacuum of outer space, not the burning surface of a gas giant.

For two agonizing hours, the crowds assembled on the moon were unable to see anything, as the two tangled, shadowed by Jupiter, and away from their line of sight. In the duration that they were away, everyone had taken the time to get a quick nap, though no one could sleep, thanks to the nerves, and the thin atmosphere that Artemis had conjured. Talking of the moon goddess, by now, almost every Olympian, (other than Aphrodite and Ares) and many minor gods and goddesses, had lent her their power, so that she could prolong the existence of breathable air.

And for two agonizing hours, Artemis had no idea how Percy was. No sound was transmitted over the vacuum of space. They occasionally caught glimpses of the combatants, but it was for a brief few seconds. Every now and then, some broken chips of armour, each the size of a large asteroid, came floating from the combatants. Once, the broken pieces of Unicron's pickaxe came by them, followed by Primus' helmet.

An enormous explosion lit up the dark side of Jupiter, where the fighters were, and Primus was flung behind, now again in full view of the moon. Artemis noted with increasing worry that his axe was missing, and that he did not move for some time.

Unicron strode towards him, a broken blade, presumably from Primus' axe, in his hand. He did not give said god the time to regain his bearings, as Unicron drove the blade deep into his chest.

Primus' mouth opened in a silent scream, as he weakly tried to push his bane away, but Unicron pushed the blade deeper.

Finally, in a last burst of strength, Primus lunged forward, gripping the horns atop Unicron's head, and breaking them off, much like Percy had broken the Minotaur's horn so many years ago. He stabbed the horns into both sides of Unicron's neck. Each horn went the whole way, protruding from the other side, but somehow, Unicron still lived.

Enormous seas of blue and dark energon flowed from their open wounds, the blood of Primus and Unicron, bleeding profusely from their open wounds, sucked out by the vacuum of space, as a leech sucks the blood off an unsuspecting prey.

He held the blade in Primus' chest, his face close to his, as Primus held his horns deep in his neck. Artemis could only guess what they were saying from the movement of their lips, or maybe, it was just them gasping for breath that would not fill their lungs.

"You have no soul," Primus whispered.

"And...that is why, I have no fear." Unicorn whispered back, smirking, when Primus pushed him back in a last feat of strength. Unicron lay limp, the horns having damaged his spinal cord at the neck, but his face still held a smirk, which was wiped off when Primus, albeit with great difficulty, managed to pull out the blade buried in his chest.

Primus, determined to end this once and for all, stabbed Unicron repeatedly in the chest, before driving the blade deep into his skull, the curved blade again emerging through his eye.

And that was that.

Unicron disintegrated silently in the vast expanse of space.

Primus muttered, or again, Artemis thought that he did, "Everybody has fear. And that fear keeps them alive when the tiger strikes." Then Primus raised his fist high above his head, mouthing, "Victory to Olympus!"

Immediately, everyone assembled, broke into cheering, and tears of joy, none more so than Artemis.

Overall, the fight lasted for more than six hours.

Time: The Next Day

Surprisingly, Artemis thought, she was alive, everyone was alive, and they were standing on the surface of Cybertron. The moon was now Cybertron's satellite, along with several other small asteroids.

Artemis pattered along the cold metallic face of the maze-like planet. Once Percy had teleported all the mortals here, the Flame of the West has travelled, too. The mortals were in cities much like the ones on Earth, the Most helping to alter their memories.

The Campers and Hunters were exploring the new Camp Half-Blood, while Hades had taken one look at the new, organized Underworld, and cried out in joy at the lack of traffic.

The rest of the Olympians were gathered in the throne room on Olympus. Surprisingly, the layout of Olympus had changed, so that the Well of Allsparks lay in the middle of the throne room, at the exact centre of Olympus, at the centre of the circle formed by the Olympian thrones.

By the time Artemis had appeared, Hermes had already flashed everyone in, and the Council were in their seats. Thalia was still asleep, and Percy had not yet appeared.

Artemis assumed her godly height, and sat on her throne, waving her hand to signal the Council meeting to commence. Zeus, as King, stood up, spreading his arms in a dramatic flair, "Heroes of Olympus! Today, marks a very significant day in the History of Olympus! Today, we have faded two of our most feared enemies in one blow, faded an almost omnipotent deity! Not only that, but the Flame of the West, thanks to the advancement of the Transformers, has moved to an altogether different planet! We welcome Cybertron as our new home planet! Now for..."

Zeus was cut off by Percy, who climbed out of the Well of Allsparks in a manner all too familiar with Artemis. Said moon goddess cried out in joy, flinging herself at him, while the other Olympians stated slack-jawed at the now completely omnipotent deity standing in their presence.

Percy hugged Artemis tightly, burying his face in her neck, as he spun her around, before setting her down on the ground, with a kiss on her forehead. The two grew to their godly heights, and Artemis returned to her throne. Zeus had already resumed his seat, feeling that Percy had something to say.

"Hunters! Transformers! We have fought valiantly, but we have also lost brothers and lovers!" Percy stopped, seeing a few tears among the crowd.

"Don't worry! As Primus, patron of the Transformers, I have decided to resurrect all lost in the heat of battle!" Percy announced, smiling broadly. On seeing the crowd's confused faces, he added, "They will be waiting for you at home."

At this, Phoebe and Atlanta, and some other Hunters rushed out, but Percy stopped Lucy. The crowd has dispersed, leaving the lone Huntress standing in front of the fourteen (Ares is dead, and removed from the Council) assembled Olympians.

Percy resumed his seat, clasping his hands together, making Artemis look over at him questioningly. "Lucy, why?" He spoke in a grim voice, which held no trace of his previous cheerfulness.

"Why?" Lucy looked bewildered.

"Why did you give information to Unicron? Hound died because..." He trailed off, seeing that the girl was almost on the verge of tears.

Zeus stood up, brandishing his master bolt, but sat back down at Percy's glare.

Lucy glanced at Artemis with glossy eyes, before breaking down, sobbing openly in front of the Olympian Council. "He.." sob, "told me that.."sob, "he would make Hound and me immortal, Hound will be a god." She started hiccuping, and a new fit of sobbing.

"And now, Hound will..." Percy clamped a hand over her mouth, now in mortal size. "No one will tell Hound. You just chose the wrong path. Hound is still yours."

He smiled at the crying girl, making a smile appear on her face, too. She nodded to him, and ran out.

"Meeting dismissed," Zeus said awkwardly, and the rest of the gods flashed away, leaving Percy and Artemis in the throne room. Artemis joined her boyfriend, attaching herself koala style to his back. Percy immediately hugged her thighs close to his waist, supporting her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't think you are off the hook yet. Thalia will join us tomorrow. So, tonight, I hope I will break the new bed in for tomorrow."

Artemis batted her eyelashes flirtingly at him, excited at the prospect of a good fucking.

Percy glanced at her, as he carried the goddess through the streets of Olympus. "I think a good ol' spanking is in order."

Artemis' eyes widened at that, as Percy closed the door to her palace behind her.

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