2025: It had been an interesting year at Hydro-Base for Commander Elliot.
Ten of her staff members had joined many other Transformers to rebuild
Mechanadron. Then there was the rule that kept Depth and Shadow under
control. Since its induction, the rule had been refined to be suited to
everyone else, robot and human alike. Breaking this rule was punishable
and was left to the whims of highest ranking officer in a base. So far
Depth and Shadow had behaved themselves. She turned her chair to look out
the large window overlooking the west wing of her underwater base. The
elevator to the world above was descending, she checked the video camera
and was surprised to see the Micromaster Race Car Patrol. They came and
went as they pleased, which was a constant consternation to the Commander.
"Commander?" came a query, she turned to face the party.
"Hello, Dawn. What is it you want?" she asked.
"Could I have a couple days leave?" the red and pink form asked.
"Seeing as the Racers are back, sure." the Commander replied.
"Thank you." she said and left.
A few minutes later the red colored Technobot, Lightspeed, walked in
and asked, "Commander, I wish to have a couple days leave."
The Commander became suspicious, "Sure."
"Thank you." he replied and left.
The Commander checked the hallway monitor. Just as she suspected, Dawn and
Lightspeed were walking hand in hand toward the elevator.
"Gave up on Hot Rod I guess." the Commander said in a not so
surprised tone.
She returned to her thoughts of the news of Galvatrons' return. He'd been
gone some time and appeared out of nowhere, exactly the same way he'd
left. The Commander was sure it was his meddling in the past that caused
this, but that had yet to be proven. She knew peace was on the horizon,
but first the Transformers would have to battle Unicron one last time.
Once that was done, it would be the children who would patch up the
differences between the factions. So it had been prophesied to her in 1993
by Barracuda. The catch was, however, that the 'Bot and 'Con Commanders
children were to do this. So far neither 'Bot Commander had produced such.
Ohmnitron and Dynae were already ten years old. It was time that the 'Bot
commanders had theirs, and the wait was driving her nuts. Tetra Reris
remained single at the moment, so she expected it not to be her. As for
Optimus and Elita, it was wait and see. It was frustrating to expect such
a momentous occasion and having it staved off. She sighed deeply and rose.
Best to leave the future off her mind, the present was the only thing to
be concerned about. She exited her room and caught sight of two unexpected
visitors.
"Well if it isn't Aria and Backbeat. I thought you two went with
Electra a year ago." she stated.
"We did Commander Elliot but we came back to visit our folks for a
couple months." Backbeat said.
"I'll be hogtied, you didn't rap." she said amused.
"True, the others thought it a bit bothersome, so we elected to cool
it in their presence." Aria said.
"Guess they have a right to ask such. I'll give you permission to rap
to your hearts content while at my base." she said.
"You mean it?" Backbeat asked. She nodded with a smile.
"From head to toe, we thank you so." Aria rhymed.
"Hey no big, just part of my gig." she replied kind.
The two youngsters laughed and bid her farewell. The smile that greeted
her as she entered the communications room was most welcome.
"Hi ya Tracer." she said jovially.
"Morning, Commander, my aren't we just beaming today." the orange,
ochre, and black form replied.
"It shows?" she asked.
"I'd say so." Tracer replied, Gynae walked in with a toddler in hand.
"Charise, come to Mother." The toddler walked toward her, Tracer hugged
her as tears streaked down her face. Gynae smiled and left.
"Tracer, does this mean...?" the Commander began.
"Charise is my daughter." Tracer smiled.
"She's beautiful, a fitting name too." she nodded.
"Could I be dismissed, I must contact Smokescreen." Tracer said.
"Sure, I'll get someone to cover for you." she replied
"Thank you." Tracer said and left.
The Commander smiled to herself. She seated herself and watched the
screens. She knew that the next shift was due soon so she could do this
much. It was an uneventful time, which was usual. The relief came, Strafe,
and the Commander returned to her room.
"Commander?" came a query.
"What do want, gentlemen?" she replied, turning to face Depth and Shadow.
"High command at the Servabot base wants you to come right away." the
red, purple, and white form Depth said.
"You two behave yourselves while I'm gone." she ordered.
"Of course." the purple, red, and white form of Shadow nodded.
"Thing is, getting a ride." she stated
"That's already taken care of." Depth replied.
"Good. Then I'm off." she waved and left.
"Hello Runaway. This must be important." she stated.
"Indeed, Commander Elliot. Come, we must away." the orange and white
form of Runaway replied.
Within ten minutes they arrived at the Servabots base.
"What is going on here?" the Commander asked.
"Sorry about the secrecy, Commander Elliot. We didn't want the 'Cons
to overhear the news." the two tone blue form of Forge replied, "Tetra
will explain, come with me."
The smile and knowing look on the elders' face made her wonder. As she
entered Tetras' quarters, she spotted Tetra seated with triplets, two
girls and a boy. The aquamarine, orange, blue, and light green form of
Tetra smiled at her.
"Tetra, how'd this happen?" she asked.
"You should know your birds and bees, Commander." came Gynaes' voice
from the back of the room.
"I meant these are yours, aren't they?" she asked.
"No." Tetra replied.
"Pardon?" the Commander asked perplexed.
"I'm their adopted mother, not their true mother. But since they
resemble me somewhat, I'm sure they'll pass as my own."
"I'd say so. Who are the true parents?" she asked.
"Primus and Sequista." Gynae said.
"Thing is I have to get Rodimus Prime back." Tetra replied.
"How are you going to get him? Optimus has the Matrix you know." she said.
"With our creators help, Hot Rod and Rodimus Prime will become
separate entities." Gynae said.
"WHAT?!" the Commander shrieked.
"They will convert Hot Rod to Rodimus by giving him power equal to
the Matrix. After that, they will extricate the Rodimus persona from Hot
Rod and place it in a duplicate body of Rodimus. They will literally be
brothers." Tetra said.
"I think he will take me up on it." Tetra said.
"What are their names?" she asked.
"The boy is Orion. This little lady is Terza Rima. And this is
Ameliora." Tetra stated.
"Good names." she replied.
"I must take leave and see if Hot Rod has arrived." Tetra said.
"I'll join you." the Commander said.
She, Tetra, and Forge found their quarry, cornered him, and explained it
all. Tetra let him think about it for awhile.
"I don't know, Tetra. Sounds awfully complicated, not to mention
sounding painful." the red and yellow colored Hot Rod stated after some
thought.
"Not so." Gynae said, "I'll be following our creators' plans to the
letter. You'll only feel a moment of disorientation. Besides, I've heard
of your complaining about having to become Rodimus."
"You sure know how to put a guy on the spot." Hot Rod sighed.
Orion, one of the triplets, approached him and looked at him with a
serious face, "Hot Rod, you were fashioned in the likeness of Primus for a
reason. You have a destiny to fulfill. You have no choice but to allow
this to happen."
"From the mouths of babes." Gynae smiled.
"You wouldn't mind to have my alter ego be your Dad?" Hot Rod asked.
"No." Terza Rima, another of the triplets, said.
"I guess I'm amiable to do it then." Hot Rod shrugged.
"I'll start building the body." Gynae stated, "Hot Rod please be back
here in two days." With that Gynae, Forge and the Commander left.
"You know its gonna be weird looking at myself without a mirror." Hot Rod grinned.
"True, but look on the bright side, you'll be free of Rodimus and can
live your own life." Tetra said.
"Never thought of that before." he mused.
It came to pass that Hot Rod and Rodimus Prime became separate beings.
Shortly afterwards, Rodimus took his responsibility of being the triplets'
Father to heart. It was naturally assumed that he and Tetra were the
parents of the triplets. Primus and Sequista overlooked this proudly, for
the moment forgetting that the greatest challenge had yet to rear its ugly
head, Unicron.
Ten of her staff members had joined many other Transformers to rebuild
Mechanadron. Then there was the rule that kept Depth and Shadow under
control. Since its induction, the rule had been refined to be suited to
everyone else, robot and human alike. Breaking this rule was punishable
and was left to the whims of highest ranking officer in a base. So far
Depth and Shadow had behaved themselves. She turned her chair to look out
the large window overlooking the west wing of her underwater base. The
elevator to the world above was descending, she checked the video camera
and was surprised to see the Micromaster Race Car Patrol. They came and
went as they pleased, which was a constant consternation to the Commander.
"Commander?" came a query, she turned to face the party.
"Hello, Dawn. What is it you want?" she asked.
"Could I have a couple days leave?" the red and pink form asked.
"Seeing as the Racers are back, sure." the Commander replied.
"Thank you." she said and left.
A few minutes later the red colored Technobot, Lightspeed, walked in
and asked, "Commander, I wish to have a couple days leave."
The Commander became suspicious, "Sure."
"Thank you." he replied and left.
The Commander checked the hallway monitor. Just as she suspected, Dawn and
Lightspeed were walking hand in hand toward the elevator.
"Gave up on Hot Rod I guess." the Commander said in a not so
surprised tone.
She returned to her thoughts of the news of Galvatrons' return. He'd been
gone some time and appeared out of nowhere, exactly the same way he'd
left. The Commander was sure it was his meddling in the past that caused
this, but that had yet to be proven. She knew peace was on the horizon,
but first the Transformers would have to battle Unicron one last time.
Once that was done, it would be the children who would patch up the
differences between the factions. So it had been prophesied to her in 1993
by Barracuda. The catch was, however, that the 'Bot and 'Con Commanders
children were to do this. So far neither 'Bot Commander had produced such.
Ohmnitron and Dynae were already ten years old. It was time that the 'Bot
commanders had theirs, and the wait was driving her nuts. Tetra Reris
remained single at the moment, so she expected it not to be her. As for
Optimus and Elita, it was wait and see. It was frustrating to expect such
a momentous occasion and having it staved off. She sighed deeply and rose.
Best to leave the future off her mind, the present was the only thing to
be concerned about. She exited her room and caught sight of two unexpected
visitors.
"Well if it isn't Aria and Backbeat. I thought you two went with
Electra a year ago." she stated.
"We did Commander Elliot but we came back to visit our folks for a
couple months." Backbeat said.
"I'll be hogtied, you didn't rap." she said amused.
"True, the others thought it a bit bothersome, so we elected to cool
it in their presence." Aria said.
"Guess they have a right to ask such. I'll give you permission to rap
to your hearts content while at my base." she said.
"You mean it?" Backbeat asked. She nodded with a smile.
"From head to toe, we thank you so." Aria rhymed.
"Hey no big, just part of my gig." she replied kind.
The two youngsters laughed and bid her farewell. The smile that greeted
her as she entered the communications room was most welcome.
"Hi ya Tracer." she said jovially.
"Morning, Commander, my aren't we just beaming today." the orange,
ochre, and black form replied.
"It shows?" she asked.
"I'd say so." Tracer replied, Gynae walked in with a toddler in hand.
"Charise, come to Mother." The toddler walked toward her, Tracer hugged
her as tears streaked down her face. Gynae smiled and left.
"Tracer, does this mean...?" the Commander began.
"Charise is my daughter." Tracer smiled.
"She's beautiful, a fitting name too." she nodded.
"Could I be dismissed, I must contact Smokescreen." Tracer said.
"Sure, I'll get someone to cover for you." she replied
"Thank you." Tracer said and left.
The Commander smiled to herself. She seated herself and watched the
screens. She knew that the next shift was due soon so she could do this
much. It was an uneventful time, which was usual. The relief came, Strafe,
and the Commander returned to her room.
"Commander?" came a query.
"What do want, gentlemen?" she replied, turning to face Depth and Shadow.
"High command at the Servabot base wants you to come right away." the
red, purple, and white form Depth said.
"You two behave yourselves while I'm gone." she ordered.
"Of course." the purple, red, and white form of Shadow nodded.
"Thing is, getting a ride." she stated
"That's already taken care of." Depth replied.
"Good. Then I'm off." she waved and left.
"Hello Runaway. This must be important." she stated.
"Indeed, Commander Elliot. Come, we must away." the orange and white
form of Runaway replied.
Within ten minutes they arrived at the Servabots base.
"What is going on here?" the Commander asked.
"Sorry about the secrecy, Commander Elliot. We didn't want the 'Cons
to overhear the news." the two tone blue form of Forge replied, "Tetra
will explain, come with me."
The smile and knowing look on the elders' face made her wonder. As she
entered Tetras' quarters, she spotted Tetra seated with triplets, two
girls and a boy. The aquamarine, orange, blue, and light green form of
Tetra smiled at her.
"Tetra, how'd this happen?" she asked.
"You should know your birds and bees, Commander." came Gynaes' voice
from the back of the room.
"I meant these are yours, aren't they?" she asked.
"No." Tetra replied.
"Pardon?" the Commander asked perplexed.
"I'm their adopted mother, not their true mother. But since they
resemble me somewhat, I'm sure they'll pass as my own."
"I'd say so. Who are the true parents?" she asked.
"Primus and Sequista." Gynae said.
"Thing is I have to get Rodimus Prime back." Tetra replied.
"How are you going to get him? Optimus has the Matrix you know." she said.
"With our creators help, Hot Rod and Rodimus Prime will become
separate entities." Gynae said.
"WHAT?!" the Commander shrieked.
"They will convert Hot Rod to Rodimus by giving him power equal to
the Matrix. After that, they will extricate the Rodimus persona from Hot
Rod and place it in a duplicate body of Rodimus. They will literally be
brothers." Tetra said.
"I think he will take me up on it." Tetra said.
"What are their names?" she asked.
"The boy is Orion. This little lady is Terza Rima. And this is
Ameliora." Tetra stated.
"Good names." she replied.
"I must take leave and see if Hot Rod has arrived." Tetra said.
"I'll join you." the Commander said.
She, Tetra, and Forge found their quarry, cornered him, and explained it
all. Tetra let him think about it for awhile.
"I don't know, Tetra. Sounds awfully complicated, not to mention
sounding painful." the red and yellow colored Hot Rod stated after some
thought.
"Not so." Gynae said, "I'll be following our creators' plans to the
letter. You'll only feel a moment of disorientation. Besides, I've heard
of your complaining about having to become Rodimus."
"You sure know how to put a guy on the spot." Hot Rod sighed.
Orion, one of the triplets, approached him and looked at him with a
serious face, "Hot Rod, you were fashioned in the likeness of Primus for a
reason. You have a destiny to fulfill. You have no choice but to allow
this to happen."
"From the mouths of babes." Gynae smiled.
"You wouldn't mind to have my alter ego be your Dad?" Hot Rod asked.
"No." Terza Rima, another of the triplets, said.
"I guess I'm amiable to do it then." Hot Rod shrugged.
"I'll start building the body." Gynae stated, "Hot Rod please be back
here in two days." With that Gynae, Forge and the Commander left.
"You know its gonna be weird looking at myself without a mirror." Hot Rod grinned.
"True, but look on the bright side, you'll be free of Rodimus and can
live your own life." Tetra said.
"Never thought of that before." he mused.
It came to pass that Hot Rod and Rodimus Prime became separate beings.
Shortly afterwards, Rodimus took his responsibility of being the triplets'
Father to heart. It was naturally assumed that he and Tetra were the
parents of the triplets. Primus and Sequista overlooked this proudly, for
the moment forgetting that the greatest challenge had yet to rear its ugly
head, Unicron.