2022: The silver, red, black, and purple form of Electra waited eagerly to
be patched through to Tetra Reris, the Servabot Commander. The silver and
purple form of Galvatron stood beside her as did their twin children, the
silver, purple, and red forms of Ohmnitron and Dynae. Finally the familiar
orange faced, aquamarine helmeted Tetra Reris came on the screen and
queried, "Electra, why the call?"

"You do realize that I'll be going to Mechanadron soon?" Electra
asked.

"Yes. I know of that and your offer. What more is there to it than
that?" Tetra replied.

"Have you forgotten the warriors we left there already, Tetra?" came

Electras' question.

"No, or course not. What are you getting at?" Tetra queried.

"Since I'm neutral now, I would like to think that I could be
trusted enough to reactivate those warriors." Electra stated.

Tetras' icy green optics looked contemplative. "Yes, I believe I can
trust you. Those warriors are needed."

"I'll see to it that you have them soon." Electra nodded.

"You weren't kidding when you said it was so lifeless and dark
here." Galvatron remarked.

"Indeed. Come, the pods are this way." Electra gestured.

He followed her lead, his optics searched the inky blackness for the
presence he felt close by. Electra opened an ancient double door and
motioned to him to enter. There was a wane light inside and the smell of
energon was almost tangible. He looked about, marveling at the number of
pods.

"How many are there?" he asked.

"About 300 total. Help me, it will take both of us work this
contraption." Electra stated.

He moved to her side and noted the crude technology of the machine.
Eventually the machine whined like a huge jet engine.

"Here goes everything." Electra murmured and threw a switch.
There was a sound of gurgling, then a rushing water sound. They watched
the lifeless bodies until, one by one, they came to life.

"Good sleep I suspect, eh ladies?" Electra queried.

The two factions lowered their collective gaze at Electra then studied
Galvatron. Expressions on each was interesting to see.

"Let me brief you on what's happened since you were put here." she
stated.

They listened intently, all were surprised that male Transformers existed
and that Electra was no longer Trechercon commander.

"I have seen to it that you have transportation back to Cybertron.
If you will follow me, I'll see to it you get your weapons. But be warned,
fire upon each other while in our presence and we'll personally see to it
that you are punished." Electra reported.

Cocking her head to the side, ears pricking forward, body lowered to the
ground, sensory module twitching, the female Servabot cassette tried to
make sense out of the robot with the Trechercon Commander. She listened in
on what they were up to, her acute audio sensors picked up everything.
Then she heard it, that one word that was used the most often among the
others.

'A male? Here? It's impossible! They all died! Wait. Another planet.
Cybertron. Almost all males! I must tell the commander!' With that
thought the sleek, all black form of a cat-like mechanoid loped off into
the darkness.

Electra made sure the Trechercons left first then cautioned the Servabots
to wait until the next day to leave. To make sure nothing occurred, she
made the trip to Cybertron with them. All went well, Electra stayed until
she heard from Tetra that her warriors had arrived safely and that the
Trechercons had gone to Draeda. Once that was taken care of, she returned
to Mechanadron and started to organize the now neutral 'Bots and 'Cons
into groups so rebuilding Mechanadron could begin.

"Commander! Commander!" the dark form loped in.

"Yes Stealth?" her Commander, Enigma, replied.

"You won't believe it! I just saw a male!" Stealth cried.

"WHAT?!" came a collective query by some fifty females in the room.

"Are sure Stealth?" Enigma asked.

"That's what I heard Electra telling the warriors she just
reactivated. I saw him myself." Stealth reported.

"Show me the video and audio." Enigma ordered.

Obeying the request, Stealth transformed into a cassette and popped into a
nearby slot. When the tape ended, there was a silence so heavy that it
was only broken by Stealth popping out of the slot and transforming.

"Well Enigma, here's our proof." said Scintilla, "Male Transformers
exist on another planet and our daughters are with them. The question I
bring up is will we stay here or will we go and announce our presence to
our daughters who think we are dead?"

The aquamarine, blue, and gray form of Enigma contemplated. It had been
necessary to see to the survival of the species that long ago time. When
it was decided among the elders that they would fake their deaths and hide
but in the deepest part of Mechanadron. She knew that there was a
possibility of another planet like theirs, and now the evidence of that
theory came to life. She glanced at the faces of the others. Not all her
comrades were Servabots, there were a good many Trechercons here as well.
Luckily those ladies had gotten over hating males. The look in their
optics held a hopeful longing. She had to do what they wanted.

"We will go, my friends. But first we must track Electras' ship back
to Cybertron. Then we must find a ship and fuel it. Only then can we be
with our daughters." Enigma nodded.

The smiles on those haggard faces was enough of a reply to make her feel
good about her decision. Soon enough a group was sent out to find a ship
and fuel it as another group kept track of Electras' ship. As Enigma gazed
at the retreating ship, she thought, We are coming, our daughters, and we
will be a family once more.