Author's Note: Here it is: the end of the story. I know there are readers out there who want this story to continue, but I am flat out of ideas, and I must end it here. Thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed this story. I love you all!
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Encounters of the Weird Kind
Epilogue
Smoke was starting to curl up from Ultra Rodimus's engines as he dropped back into Cybertron's thin atmosphere and transformed to his jet mode. A group of Autobots waited on the landing pad. He landed neatly, then transformed back to starfighter so the ID engine could be removed. Perceptor promptly shut it down.
"It went well?" Kup asked.
"I didn't encounter any problems." Ultra Rodimus transformed to robot and stretched. "The engine started flashing warnings halfway through the transit home."
"But they are home safe."
"Yes."
"Now what?" Jazz asked as he joined them.
Ultra Rodimus looked up at Iacon's battered walls. "Now we begin repairs on our city, and we prepare for the next inevitable visitor, who ever they may be and wherever they may come from."
Someone groaned.
The young Prime laughed. "Like it or not, there will be more visitors from other dimensions, and it's inevitable that I will have to make a few more dimensional trips. After the first few times, I'd've thought you'd be used to it by now."
"Not likely," Air Raid grumbled.
Chuckling, the Autobots began to filter back into the city to begin repairs and prepare for the next visitor who would inevitably arrive. No one could help wondering who would show up next, and what kind of trouble they'd bring with them.
Fin.
And that is it. The last part of this to be posted is the promised timeline. So hold your horses; it'll be up in a few minutes. And now, the reviewer responses:
Your Worshipfulness: Thanks for the compliment. It shouldn't be hard to find out about the Transformers; there are countless fan sites all about them. And your stories are really good.
Fenestrae: All good things must come to an end, and this story is no exception. The timeline will be up next.
Gromia: That's my theory, and I'm sticking to it.
Hope to hear from you again in my next story! Bye!