50-chapter "Monster of the Week" type fic inspired by open world video games. There are 5 interludes of short stories every 10 chapters. New chapter will be uploaded every Saturday. All chapters are completed by this posting and this has been in production since December 2021.

Warning: there is explicit language in this for certain purposes and moods. References to various media will be present but possibly changed for the sake of the fic. Do not take this fic too serious as it is just an interpretation of what could be.

I created this fic to explore the various creatures that could possibly be found on Cybertron, Caminus, etc because most media never dives into what could potentially lurk on the cybernetic worlds aside from the Transformers themselves so here are my creatures for you to enjoy and see in action.


Personal Log: 590

Many years ago, I'm talking like ten...I overexaggerate for effect, the Autobots and I won the war. Megatron was killed, then arrested after his revival and his followers surrendered. Earth was safe, Cybertron needed a lot of rebuilding but we managed, and the humans were grateful or at least most were. The Allspark was returned to its home at the top of the Iacon Archives tower complex, it likes high places, and we got it and Vector Sigma to help us rebuild our planet. The Decepticons helped too, some unwilling but we all lived on the planet so it was only fair.

Well, after the chaos of struggling to rebuild our homes, our lives and all that, we decided, and Megatron even agreed, that our former caste system was complete garbage so we took some cues from Earth to try and figure something out. We found capitalism and monarchy were the two best...if done right... but we needed a leader, someone who wouldn't be corrupt. After careful consideration, we decided to try a monarchy just to see what it would do and yes, we established we had a plan for rulers in the future who took their power too far. We got that covered.

Guess who was the first choice to be king? Yes, of course, Optimus Prime. Unfortunately, Optimus didn't want to rule Cybertron. If anything, he just wanted to be a guardian of sorts, someone to call upon if Cybertron was ever in danger. Well, that left the rest of us on Team Prime. Bumblebee wanted to be the Autobot faction leader so he convinced me, who was the second choice for the job being Optimus' second in command, to take the role of Queen of Cybertron.

Yes, it's me. Arcee, the Queen of Cybertron, at your service. It wasn't a cakewalk certainly but it is really interesting being the first ruler of Cybertron. I had to make some quick-thinking decisions on what to do with the Decepticons and I decided to hold fair trials for them, don't worry. Not everyone agreed on my decision which, hey, you can't please everyone but they listened when I reasoned alienating the Decepticons was actually worse than just imprisoning them for treason against their own kind. They were still citizens after all, just not on the same page.

I will say, most all Cybertronians, Decepticon and Autobot as well as other neutral factions, liked my methods of ruling overall. I think I handled being the queen better than I thought. Fast forward a few years and I'm still running strong, everyone seems happy. Most of the Decepticons are working their debt off to society for the war and some have already re-entered society completely. Everything is going smoothly, no concerns, trade was back with other planets, Earth relations were better than ever, and society was back in business. Except one tiny, little problem...

The Allspark is gone. At first, the biggest suspicion was it was stolen, but given the Allspark had broken out of its crystalline casing and was at its full power, conscious and alert, it was impossible for someone to take it because they would have died a very painful death...no joke. I'm talking your soul ripped from your body and trapped inside the Allspark to do whatever the Allspark wants to use it for, that dead. It wasn't the weak but powerful orb we had to lug around anymore. It was a living entity of godly divine powers beyond the realm of possibilities...and a practical jokester when it wanted to be.

No, it had flown off. Why? Apparently, it was said that it liked Earth better than Cybertron, and we tracked it and found just how accurate this was. The Allspark had landed in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean near the equator and did something we didn't expect. It created a huge isolated island as big as Sicily with a few smaller islands off its coast and islets of coral and sandbars with little to no vegetation. It split the island into several regions, each with different environments to support various life. There were somehow structures on the island, something the Allspark must have created to make itself comfortable like a fortress. The island itself seemed to take the shape of an impossible co-existing ecosystem...one only the Allspark could control.

That was only the half of it though. Our sister planets, Aquatron, Velocitron, Kanjis, Chaar, and many others began reporting some of their wildlife was missing, most of which were tagged or tracked. Confirmed by new abnormalities of energy in the island environment, the Allspark had brought all sorts of life to the island both native and not native to Earth. Why it did this we don't know, but I sent ships to see what else it was up to down there. I still have yet to hear from them which worries me. I contacted some human friends of mine to see if they can get people to investigate. What is it doing?

Whatever it wants to do, we need to bring it back. I fear Cybertron will once again fall into madness if they learn the Allspark is gone. I wonder if it's testing us or maybe there's something about Cybertron it doesn't like we need to fix? I'm unsure of what to do except try to be the leader everyone wants me to be. So, I end this recording of my current situation and I hope you understand just how desperate the situation has become.


Arcee sat on her throne in the Crystal Palace, acknowledging the various screens hovering on the sides displaying information and documents she was required to go over. Two guards rested beyond the screens facing toward the doors on the far end of the room while her esteemed friend, advisor and Councilmember Haywire, quickly output whatever she approved or denied straight to her Council. She had a lot to thank him for, helping her through her first few years and even he didn't know much about a monarchy either.

Haywire took a brief second to stretch his limbs from all the reaching between his screens and the stiffness of his legs from standing. His red armor seemed to glimmer under the Crystal Palace's lights. "This is a long segment. Didn't expect so many requests and duties today."

"You and me both, Haywire," she smirked. "How are the citizens? Did word get out about the Allspark yet?"

He paused and grunted with disdain, "Err, they do know but nobody's done anything irrational so far. There's still no word on those ships you ordered to go to Earth for the past two years and the Allspark is still on that isle content. Pardon me, your Majesty, but I don't think we've ever considered what the Allspark wants. Maybe it left because it doesn't belong here."

Arcee sighed, "Maybe, but how do we explain that to them? The Allspark was one of the leading factors in the war, at least the first half of it. If we just went through hell and back for it only for the Allspark to get up and leave us, that may just plunge us back into another war. There has to be something more to this we aren't seeing. Primus can act through the Allspark, can't they?"

"As far as I'm aware, they are connected with the Allspark though the Allspark is its own entity. If Primus is acting through the Allspark and making it leave, it must be for a good reason."

The femme tapped her arm rests of her throne in thought, "True. But we can only guess so much before we need to confront it. Have the humans monitor it for anything else unusual."

"Will do, your Majesty."

The doors to her throne chamber opened and revealed Scythe, her captain of the guard and former Decepticon, and two of her Councilmembers, Rockrider and Tyrus. Rockrider was a colleague from Autobot training years before the war and the current head of the Iacon Hall of Records as well as the protector of the Iacon Vaults. Tyrus was head of the Council who helped Maccadam keep Cybertron's ruins safe with the rest of the planet during their exodus. She owed him a lot of thanks as well.

"My Queen," Scythe spoke, "Crystal City wants to bring Megatron here for trial tomorrow morning. Trypticon Prison requested a city other than Iacon or Kaon to be the lead prosecutors in his case as he has quite a history with both cities and it may be unfair. More neutral cities like here would be kinder to his case and give him a fair trial with your permission, of course."

Arcee bickered inwardly about that. Megatron being so close to the throne or the Palace had risk of him scheming to take it over. Let's just say, he wasn't about to forgive her for her part in his capture and ending the war, not to mention becoming Cybertron's queen afterwards while he rusted in a cell. And there were still some loyal to him enough to hate her, but on the other hand, she had high defensive countermeasures for such a thing and Megatron, as brutal as he was, deserved some fairness.

"Um, sure. That would be...a good idea," she answered hastily.

"If you truly aren't comfortable with the idea, nobody is going to force you to take the offer. We can readjust for him to be sent to Praxus or Uraya," Tyrus said.

Arcee smiled, "I appreciate the concern but I'm not really bothered by it. I just know he's not going to look my way with any comfort in mind. Something I'll eventually have to face him for so might as well get it over with. Tell the Hexagon Prison to prepare their most secure cell. We bring him in tonight."

The Councilmembers all placed their arms crossed on their chests in respect before bowing as the purple guard captain nodded. "It will be done."

As Scythe and Tyrus left, Rockrider still stayed. "Pardon me, your Majesty, but I was wondering if you ever considered simply executing him?"

"What? No! Then I would be no better than him. Plus, death would be too simple. If you're going to punish someone, actually condemning their actions is much more effective at getting the point across then just killing them."

"I was merely curious. Some of the Council believes you are taking the matters of the Decepticons a lot more lightly than you should be. I thought I'd ask on their behalf," the bronze femme shrugged.

Arcee frowned, "Tell them that I'm only doing what I think is right. Even though it may not be what everyone agrees with, I don't think killing the Decepticons would truly prove our victory. If anything, it may make a martyr of them, especially Megatron. As a warlord, he was feared but when it came to what his cause ultimately believed in, given it was against a corrupt caste system, he wasn't wrong and many Autobots knew this. He just took things too far, losing himself in his greed, but his belief is still very relevant to most of Cybertron as a whole and can turn on me at even the slightest mistake."

Rockrider seemed to have agreed to that as she gave a small "oh" in realization. She bowed and smiled, "You are absolutely right. I'll make sure to send the message to the rest of the Council."

Once she left, the queen rubbed her temples and Haywire took notice almost immediately. "Take it you're regretting that decision?"

"No, I just get the feeling something bad is going to happen."

"With Megatron?"

Arcee shook her head, "I'm not sure. It's nagging me but I don't know what it is."

Haywire huffed, "Maybe you should rest, your Highness. The idea of Megatron being here may just be stirring up some paranoia in you, making you scared of something that isn't real."

To her chagrin, she agreed and rose to stand up. The white and blue guards on her side immediately stood at attention which she handwaved them to be at ease. Her dress-like white armor she wore as queen on her hips and backside moved ever so slightly as she walked.

The formal white armor with pink and silver kibble attached practically covered her normal blue which she sometimes missed seeing on a daily basis. Her crown matched her outfit and connected with her pink helm piece with her signature red jewel in the middle. It was nice but she didn't like flaunting it either. Now that she was queen, everyone's attitude towards her was always respectful and her dress code was high praise, something that she kind of grimaced at inwardly. Maybe the high life wasn't for her after all. She missed just being able to hear her real name too.

But she had a duty to uphold for the sake of Cybertron and screw Bumblebee forever for condemning her to this. She loved the mech but goddamn. At least it was better than being a show girl for gladiatorial matches and a dancer everywhere else. From rags to riches, as Jack had once mentioned her situation was. She didn't see much of him either since she became queen.

Tired, she left her throne room with her guards following and gave everyone who greeted her a wave or a small response back until she got to her personal chambers. The guards dismissed themselves to allow her privacy and she almost collapsed onto the berth adorned with fine sheets from Tauros IV. It was going to be a long day tomorrow; she could feel it.


Megatron growled as he was pushed into through the blast doors to an awaiting transport. If it wasn't for the cuffs he had on, he would have already attacked. He curled his claws inward against his palms in irritation, baring his teeth at the guard.

"Don't touch me! I can walk, you know," he snarled.

"Well, start walking then," the guard snapped back.

Megatron rumbled low but obeyed as the other guards flaunted their electric staffs in warning. He would rather not be shocked to unconsciousness. He had no idea why the Queen wanted to be present at his trial other than to watch him suffer but from what he had heard, she was not being rude or cruel to his Decepticons so he had no mockery to expect on her part thankfully.

Why they chose Arcee as the Queen of Cybertron was beyond him but it was better than having one of those morons like Ultra Magnus or Wheeljack at the helm of the planet. He could at least deal with her and had a little respect for the femme who built her path up the chain of command through wits and persistence. He hardly met her much outside of her team but she was quite a worthy opponent for someone so small.

He laughed to himself in a low tone as he recalled her managing to push him across an entire space bridge dock when he had the then amnesiac Orion Pax at his mercy. He would give credit where credit was due on that surprise.

Boarding the vessel, he felt slight anticipation for the morning. He would probably scare many in Crystal City with his presence alone. What he was more interested in was how his trial with the Queen herself was going to go. Granted, it could end up incredibly bad for him, but it would be worth the wait.

"Megatron," a guard said as the ship's doors closed and it began to take off. "You are going to be in the presence of the Queen of Cybertron tomorrow. We have orders to use lethal force if you even approach her wrong. Be good and this trial will go smooth for you and for everyone else. Make it hell and you may just find yourself riddled with blast wounds before you leave the Council chambers."

The warlord didn't say anything but he eyed the guard with utmost hatred. If he got out, that was going to be the first guard who died.

The trip was boring but he did enjoy the silence. The stars through the windows visible were shining beautifully. Had they not deactivated his ability to transform by removing his T-cog, he would have loved to fly back into space, maybe forever and leave his woes behind. He still couldn't believe he was bested by a scout of all bots. That stung his ego a lot, but now he was a bit more open to never underestimating Bumblebee ever again.

Then in the distance, he could see Crystal City shining like its namesake. It had been too long since he had laid optics on it. It was just as stunning as its heyday before the war. Also, he hoped no one who lived in the city before was around now. He owed the city a few debts during his time as a gladiator.

The ship gradually slowed in front of Hexagon Prison. It was just as shiny as the rest of the city only it seemed to be one of the true original buildings as it had many cuts in its crystal exterior. It certainly took its fair share of punishment and survived.

"Come on, your cell is waiting," one guard said.

He reluctantly stepped forward and walked down the ramp to the docking bay. He sighed as took in the new type of guards standing at attention. Great.

As he walked into the facility, he was suddenly met with a gut feeling, deep down, that something was wrong. He couldn't really pinpoint what but there was something telling him tomorrow was going to be life changing. He scoffed inwardly. As if.


The next day...

The trial was set to commence in a few minutes, and Arcee honestly was not looking forward to it. Megatron was sure to make a scene somehow and if he didn't, he was damn well going to make it miserable for her for prosecuting him.

She entered the Council chambers and sat on her designated throne overlooking the entire room. Megatron had yet to appear which gave her time to address all her Councilmembers and the witnesses to the trial.

"Thank you all for coming. I know this is sudden but the Decepticon leader is going to face judgement today, and it was requested that he be presented in front of me and the citizens of Crystal City to decide his fate."

There were murmurs in the stands and the Councilmembers looked unsure if it was a good idea, not that she could blame them. With no other choice but to go through with it, she nodded to Scythe.

"Bring him out."

Her captain bowed and left to retrieve the prisoner. After a few minutes of dreaded silence aside from the whispers, the doors opened again and Megatron walked in. His presence made the people in the room gasp and some even shuttered to look away. They were terrified of him and for good reason. Even she knew how dangerous he was. Those cuffs he wore did nothing to reassure anybody. He took his stand at the podium and peered up at her, demonic red optics staring into her like she was playing pretend on a throne of lies.

"Ahem," she coughed nervously, "this trial is now in session. Megatron of Tarn, gladiator of Kaon and leader of the Decepticon faction, you have already been charged of numerous crimes too long of a list to mention. Today, you stand before me and the Council to reconsider your sentence as some believe it was too easy on you to sit in a cell for the rest of your life. Others claim they have more charges they wish to add onto your record. However, in order to do any of that, I have to be swayed with evidence that you did more than charged and you deserve more. Have you anything to say before your charges are brought forth?"

Megatron didn't seem to be aggravated at her but he occasionally glanced quickly to the side when guards were stationed just behind him. He wasn't getting along well with them she could assume. Finally, he spoke up after a few more seconds of restrained anger.

"I only wish to say this: some of the crimes I have been charged with before were not something I did personally but something one of my crew did. That list of yours is inaccurate at best. What's to say these new charges I'm being tried for today aren't bogus like the ones before? I thought you were Optimus' prized warrior, believing in fairness and all that, Arcee?"

The guards stood on edge, pounding their weapons on the ground in sync and Scythe growled, "You will address the Queen properly."

The warlord rolled his optics, "Fine, Queen Arcee, my Queen...whatever you would like to be referred to as."

Arcee wasn't mad at all to hear her real name and she waved her servo for the guards to stand down. "It's fine. I didn't expect you to call my title anyways given our history as enemies. As for the charges, it's hard to recall them when you have other crimes proven. Unless you have evidence...?"

"Hmm hmm, ah yes, no longer is the word of a Decepticon trusted. If you want proof, look inside the Nemesis' records. Soundwave recorded each and every instance of 'criminal' activity. Nothing flew past him on that ship. We may have not always talked about what we've done with each other but if it happened, Soundwave knew about it. We never wiped those drives and thankfully, that happened to be a good thing. I commanded most of our missions from the ship, I didn't partake in everything therefore not legally responsible," he argued.

The Queen was hardly new to this game of blame. She scoffed, "Legally, you commanded them to do those crimes so you are responsible."

"NOT if I didn't command those actions that happened on those missions. My direct orders were plain and simple. Anything that happened along the way was not my decision, it was theirs. I can't take credit for something I didn't do or command," Megatron snarled.

"You see, Arcee, that's what you don't get. I didn't kill sparklings, I didn't destroy the Iacon Hall of Records, and I didn't rob the Energon stores. I ordered a group to seize the infirmaries to prevent Autobots from getting aid. Someone decided to kill the sparklings born inside, not what I asked for but it happened and believe me, I wasn't very happy about that. I commanded my Decepticons to take certain records and the archives of the relics so I could locate weapons, lost items, and some bots I needed to find. I didn't order them to destroy the building or kill Alpha Trion. I ordered a group to take the Energon farms on Moon Base One so we would have supply for our faction, not kill everyone there and raid the Energon left."

Everyone was silent including Arcee. As they processed this new take on what really happened, she slowly shook her head, "Then...why didn't you counter the original charges with this information?"

Megatron grinded his jaw, "Take a guess. You weren't there the first time. I was the Decepticon leader in the Autobot capitol. Had I said anything, they wouldn't have so much as looked into it in favor of putting me away forever. Check the Nemesis' records, you'll find out what many Autobots, your own kind mind you, wouldn't say to your face. I'm not saying I'm innocent of all charges, but you want to talk about fair...that's not it."

Arcee was struck at the realization Megatron could be right. Being an Autobot for so long, it was glanced over how they had their bad habits too and alienating the Decepticons for any trivial matter they may or may not have done was far too easy with the war crimes in play as well. The Autobots weren't being as great as they preached either.

"I'm, um, I'm sorry to hear that. I will be looking into it immediately."

Various voices seemed to disagree with her and that only proved Megatron's point more so.

"Why should we listen to this Decepticon?" A Councilmember asked. "He's hurt too many people. Who cares if the charges were wrong? It's not going to change his sentence much."

Arcee pounded her fist against the arm of her throne. "But it is only fair. We preach we are reasonable yet condemn someone like Megatron with charges that aren't even accurate? Does that not reinstate the same system we just got rid of?"

The Council grew silent again and Tyrus nodded in agreement. Rockrider seemed neutral about it but Arcee could confirm she held some regard that she was right.

"Optimus Prime was my mentor and a dear friend. He taught me everything I know. I was a bit brash during my younger years and thought the same as you. Why give Megatron any chance but I saw how wrong that was. We weren't improving by thinking that way, we were only showing how the caste system's horrible favoritism was embedded in our lives. We have a chance to change that. No, Megatron isn't getting off light for what he's done, but I refuse to be cruel to any of Cybertron's people regardless of faction. We do this justice or no one is going to be working here any longer."

Megatron and the rest of the room were a bit taken back by the denouncement of his treatment and the threat of firing them over being corrupt. In a way, he seemed to be calmer by addressing the problem of his case. Whether he held higher respect for her after it had yet to be seen.

"Thank you, my Queen," he then said to Arcee's surprise. So, it did help.

She then thought of something that could be beneficial for the both of them and smiled, "Megatron, if I can't get Cybertron to play fair, perhaps I can offer an alternative of sorts."

A few Councilmembers were somewhat confused and the warlord almost was too.

"I propose a trade. It may be easier than going through the Nemesis' databanks though I will still try. I would be willing to drop all the charges you say you didn't commit other than the obvious war crimes we, especially I, know you really did do if you go and retrieve the Allspark."

Something seemed to pause in Megatron's processor and it took him a minute to respond. "Beg pardon?"

Arcee laughed, "I'm serious, Megatron. The Allspark has left us for some unknown reason. You know as well as I it has a mind of its own and you can't use its power any more than we can now that it's fully conscious. If you can convince it, return it, I'll drop the charges. I'll even give you back your abilities and let you choose your future punishment to repay your debt to society. How about that?"

It took some convincing but Megatron finally agreed, and it was a fair tradeoff. The Allspark's return for ten times more freedoms than any prisoner was ever allowed to have. It hurt in a way to promise such a thing, but she knew inside Megatron wasn't that heartless to risk the chaos of their world in another war by refusing which she quickly explained the situation the Allspark was causing. They already lost Cybertron once, they weren't going to lose it again.

"Very well then, I'll do it. When do we start?" He asked.

She smirked and ignored the disappointment from her Council as she stood up. "We start today, if you wish."

Megatron nodded, "I can do today. Returning to Earth is going to be interesting."

With the trial dismissed, the witnesses took their leave while everyone else followed the Queen.

The warlord grinned, "So, the Allspark created its own island? Why Earth?"

"Unknown but if I were an almighty power source who was fought over for years, I think I wouldn't want to be anywhere near the planet that tormented me with a war over my head. Earth is peaceful in many places and in the middle of nowhere, who's to bother you?" Arcee spoke with a shrug.

Megatron made a grunt of agreement. "That's a pretty ideal logic."

Scythe scoffed, "The Allspark shouldn't be this sentient. We've already witnessed what it would do on its own."

Arcee sighed, "But it's not like we can stop it completely either. If it was evil, it could kill everybody. Let's be thankful it only wants to be at peace. If we can offer something better, it would return on its own."

Rockrider strode close by, "And you think Megatron is the mech to do it? No offense."

"If Megatron can prove he can change, the Allspark may also return that way as well. It's a perfect redemption," Tyrus remarked. "But, I kind of agree with Scythe as well."

The Decepticon huffed, "Yes, except if it requires me to learn my mistakes and all that to get to it, you may not see your Allspark for a while."

The Councilmembers, Scythe and the guards, Arcee and Megatron all walked down the corridor to a large door bearing Cybertronian inscriptions. When the door was opened, several control panels and a pit were visible.

Megatron gave a raised brow at the implication he was going to be thrown into a pit but then as he drew closer, he noticed several ribs of metal sticking out. It was an underground space bridge.

"We kept it like this because the space bridge frame was stuck on its side no matter how hard we tried to mine in out. So, now we just jump in once it's activated. Easier than walking into it," Arcee said, answering his unsaid question. "Activate it please, coordinates are for Isle of the Allspark on Earth."

Rockrider activated the coordinates given by a guard and pushed the lever up on the control panel. The familiar sound of the space bridge activating resonated in the room and in the pit, the portal appeared horizontally. It shimmered and lit up both of them with a greenish glow.

"As I stated in the Council chambers to refresh, your task is simple. Find the Allspark, find a way to get it back to Cybertron, and I'll give you most all of your freedoms back and a way to repay what you've done on your true charges. Megatron, we can offer you a shorter sentence if you succeed, I'll have them put back your T-cog and let you have whatever else you desire...if it's reasonable and maybe more. That's all I'm asking in return for your service to your home."

The warlord peered at her then stared at the portal below that led to the supposed isle the Allspark had created. "If I go and I do bring back the Allspark, you promise to uphold your end of the bargain truly?"

"I'm a femme of my word."

"And as a bonus, can I ask to meet with my crew? I owe them a little explanation after all," he said amusingly.

Arcee nodded, "I can arrange for that."

There was a genuine smile played on the warlord's scarred lips that Arcee couldn't help but smile back at. It was a rarity to see Megatron actually happy so it was best to make the most of the encounter while she had the chance.

"Sorry, my Queen, but I can't allow that," a voice quickly muttered.

Suddenly, a grappling hook shot out and hit Arcee. She struggled to maintain balance and slipped, managing to turn around as she was falling. But she ended up only seeing part of the ceiling and Megatron but not her attacker. She screamed on her way down before disappearing into the vortex.

The guards were unsure of what to do and pointed their weapons at the attacker who said something the warlord couldn't make out but the familiar sound of the weapons being withdrawn reluctantly rose red flags. Megatron himself was shocked, staring down at the portal still. He turned in confusion and slight anger at the person responsible for the unnecessary action. Before he could even see who it was, the same grappling hook launched and hit him straight in the face, knocking him backwards into portal as well. With no way to correct himself being still handcuffed and flightless, he roared as he vanished.

"You've been too kind to your prisoners, Queenie. On Cybertron, we don't need sentimental young rulers or outmoded ones. Time for a change of leadership and with you gone, I'll be sure to do everything you couldn't."

The guard who knew the coordinates was immediately shot before a servo gripped the lever that controlled the space bridge and pulled it down, the green glow of the portal fading out. But the servo kept pulling until the lever abruptly snapped, leaving no way for anyone to turn it back on.

"Enjoy your permanent vacation on the Isle of the Allspark."


AN: Who betrayed her? I won't tell (yet)! We're going on a journey to meet the Allspark and its deadly isle. What resides there? You will see.