A/N: Heyo everyone! Welcome to the final part of Dream Team, phew, this was...alot...I guess you could call this the turning point in the story, as from now on this story will be rated Mature, it won't be mature all the time, but it just as time goes on things are going to get mature. But with that being said, I still hope you enjoy this as I am releasing this as a double-release with the other side of the story! So, you can read both sides of the conversation below and man...was it so much to write!

I do hope you enjoy it, as from here on out, things are going to get awesome, dramatic, intense and down right dark and beautiful sometimes!

Now please, enjoy the show!

Chapter 18-Dream Team, Part 4-The Finale

Decepticon's POV

Unknown Location…

The blue light that had engulfed them all dimmed and faded. Now, they were in a new room, Starscream, Moonfall and Nerium with Windigo could see each other now, as well as the others for the first time. But the room they stood in was something to behold in complete awe and silence.

It was tall and large, with white marble pillars and large stained glass windows depicting past events of Cybertron's history and even recent ones, like the Battle at the Space Bridge. The floors were dark blue and in the center of this room, was a large round red wood table, with chairs around it, enough for all of them and one other person. Above hung a golden chandelier with different types of Energon within it.

Now, with that out of the way, they noticed their positioning, the factions were separated, including Landers between them, which meant only Starscream stood alone as the final Satellite had yet to join. But, if they looked closely, and they did as their organic forms were of interest to the others, they could see a symbol somewhere on themselves, it was a eight-pointed star colored magenta with the wings on the side.

Clearly, this was the true symbol of the Cabal.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat, and everyone turned to see the figure that had saved them from their previous fates, some aware of who he was, some not. He sat at the table, and his hood down, his body made of pure Energon was something to look at but he brought their attention away with his voice.

"Welcome, to my inner sanctuary, your minds are currently at the very core of Cybertron. As some of you may know, I am Primus and we have much to discuss." He said with open arms.

There was silence for a moment before Cliffjumper voiced the others mind, "Wait...WHAT!?"

Starscream looked to Moonfall and Nerium, the former looking like a ghost, shaking slightly and seemingly out of it, the latter was staring at Primus, petting her bird with a slight smirk before fading as she looked Moonfall in the corner of her eye, seeing something he didn't.

Cenotaph brought their attention back with a huff, "So, the creator deity of the Cybertronian race wishes to speak. I can only imagine since Unicron, your brother and deity of chaos, did invade our minds."

Nerium's eyes locked onto Cenotaph, Windigo prickled as emotion built in the gnomish-frame.

"We'll get to that in a moment, but first," Nerium said calmly first, then exploding as she yelled, "WHAT THE ACTUALLY LIVING FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?"

Even though Nerium had the mentality of giving everyone a chance as not everything was at it seemed at first, she was 100% done with this whole dream thing. Her patience was razor thin, especially after seeing Moonfall in such a state, she knew trauma when she saw it and she really, really, really, hoped Cenotaph had some good reason for all of this.

The necromancer slightly jumped at her tone and after a moment, sighed and looked to Nerium.

"Right, the challenges." She turned to Primus looking at him but finding not what she was looking for, went on, "Alright, look, I just wanted to test you all and bring you closer together as individuals for the greater good of the Cabal...but that would also be a lie. I was trying to control you all, to make you change your outlooks but I realize this wasn't the best way to do it, and that you should do it on your own...I am sorry."

Nerium's eyes widened in pleasant surprise, but Bulletta and surprisingly Rafael seemed more surprised than the rest.

After a moment of seemingly speechlessness, Bulletta spoke, "I am also sorry, Cenotaph."

The necromancer looked at her in surprise now, "What?"

"I judged you too quickly and I realize...that I have been harsh with my opinions about you and your magic. For that I am sorry, and I hope that we can be a better team as well. And thank you, for admitting that, it feels nice to know that you have some faith in us and me." She said with a sad smile, she extended her hand to her who took it and shook it.

"Thank you, for giving me a chance. And as well, forgiving my faults." Cenotaph said, she then looked to everyone as also a silent apolygie.

But Starscream wasn't about to forgive her yet, Nerium understood where she was coming from and Moonfall...wasn't really listening. Her mind was elsewhere, not here, but there...she didn't understand what happened, it was all a blur and suddenly she felt cold and...dirty, she didn't like it, and slowly walked over to the only thing she knew could comfort her, Starscream.

He welcomed her silently into his arms as he said, "While that's all great and dandy I kinda wanna know something, how did Unicron get in here? Why was he here?"

"I will explain that, come and sit, I will tell you a tale." Primus said, motioning the chairs.

Everyone glanced at each other before moving towards the table and taking a seat, Moonfall and Starscream sat next to each, she never letting go of his hands. Her shaking was slowly ebbing away, as her mind tried to sort and file away her trauma for a later date. Nerium and Windigo sat next to Starscream and Bulletta, eyeing the Autobots for really the first time since getting here.

But she couldn't really read them, Rafael and Cliffjumper seemed focused on each other, while Ratchet and Cenotaph were the same and Bulletta's main focus was on Primus himself, while she didn't know what they were thinking just by glancing at them, they were easier to read then some of the her fellow Decepticons, currently present ones and not.

But then Primus took center stage, clasping his hands and speaking.

"To understand the events of today we must start at the very beginning. Long ago, the universe was created by a being I called The Primordial Spark. I never knew their true name but they were the creator of me and my brother, Unicron.'

He sat back in his chair, 'They sent us off into the universe, for what purpose I never knew, but we wandered the universe that they birthed. Then, we came upon a star system, one young and not bearing worlds yet. We decided to create mortal beings, so that they too could enjoy the splendor of the universe.'

'The world in which my Cybertronians inhabit was not the first world I built. That world, the first and last world that both me and my brother made, was the true world of my first creations, made from both our essences. We called it Cyberus, and it was paradise. But, as time wore on, my brother became...demented.'

Primus shifted, his eyes closed as memories played back, 'He began demanding things, things of me and of our creations. He wanted to be the only one, the only god that they worshiped. But he was denied it, by them and by me. Soon enough, he sought power to defeat me and take over everything. I don't know where he went, but when he returned...'

'Madness, destruction, hate, delusions, all of it took his mind and consumed him. I tried to protect them, our creations, but Unicron was too far gone. We fought our first battle of many, and in the end when I banished him to the far reaches of space, I realized too late that the planet and our creations were dead.'

A silence took the room, all of them listening intently at his next words. Moonfall partially listened

'Stricken with grief, I used my very body to create a new world for my creations. I pulled sparks not from the power of both our sparks but mine alone. The Allspark, is my spark, shattered into millions of pieces to create...all of you.' He pointed to the Cybertronians, 'You are your own person but you all came from the same place. That includes the Thirteen Primes, my first creations that would lead my children. But their reign wasn't to last, as Unicron corrupted one of the Thirteen. Chaos erupted once more, but this time I was ready for him.'

Sitting straight up he looked to the table in front of him. 'The Thirteen defeated Unicron and put him into a deathless slumber. But...mere moments afterwards my Primes fell into discord themselves and many were left dead afterwards. After that it is history you all know of till the present day."

"So, Unicron simply wants you to suffer for all you've done to him." Bulletta said, staring at the god with curiosity.

Primus huffed, "That and more, his madness creates delusions in his mind. The reason he could get you all here was because he has had time in the mental plane as well as the dreamworld. And he had an even better one to get in here if that failed...Moonfall."

The room was silent, and she could feel all their eyes turn to her, she didn't like it. She shook slightly more as she looked down and away, leaning slightly into Starscream. She didn't want to see his face at the moment, as those memories were fresh and she feared what she would see if she looked up at them. She shivered as she felt phantom memories of Unicron and worked up her voice to get it on with.

"He's right." Moonfall shakily said, and that frightened Starscream even more.

It was now very clear to him that she was hurt in a way she hadn't before, and she had died before, twice, and that could only mean what she experienced was worse than death and war.

Primus brought their attention back, "Indeed, Dark Energon surrounds her spark, it was placed there due to her previous life and species. As well it kept her from dying during the space bridge explosion." He looked to Moonfall with a sad expression, "I am sorry that you had to go through what my brother did to you, but know this, I and the others won't let him get away with any of this."

She nodded silently, squeezing her Blade's hand more.

But now with it out of the way, she could finally focus, and she did what she did best, she pushed it down. Now was not the time for her, it was for the Cabal, and that meant she could not bend now. She bended twice before, but never again, not to gods nor to...this would she bend.

"Alright, so Unicron basically came here to make himself known and to try and take us away from you." Cliffjumper summarized, "So, does that mean that this is only the beginning?"

"Unfortunately so, with current events in place it will only be a matter of time before my brother tries to reawaken once again. If that happens, the Earth will be doomed as he rests at the very center of the world. That is why we must stand united, because if he wins, humanity will die, my children will die and this war of theirs will spill out into the universe until only death and chaos remain." Primus said, his hands clenched tightly together.

For a moment there was silence in the room, everyone soaking in all that they'd just learned.

Then, Ratchet spoke up, "So, what now?"

"Now?" Bulletta said, looking at each of them, "Now we need to figure out our strategy, not only for Unicron's rising, but also our first mission. We need to be on the same page, and we need a clear path into the future."

"I'll leave that to you, take as much time as you want here and any request made will be fulfilled in reality. I must take a step back, and rest." Primus said, standing with a tired smile, "I leave my children's future in your hands, Fallen Stars, and I know you will not fail me."

A bright flash of blue consumed the room until it dimmed once more and both him and his chair were gone, leaving the room silent in his wake. Nerium stared at the rest of the table, noting the human who seemed uneasy, she was curious by him and when the time arose she thought she'd seek him out, somehow.

"I think we need to establish one thing first," Bulletta said, taking charge and speaking, "We need to understand our strengths and weaknesses, in both Fallen Stars and Satellites. The Atheneum in my head is analyzing everyone as well as past knowledge gained from this dreamworld to determine such things, is it alright if I divulge this?"

Nerium turned to look at the grey tiefling, she could tell there was a slight difference to her demeanor than before. She was being open, which was refreshing and she was using her knowledge to their advantage. Nerium knew it would be a long time before she could completely rectify her flaws, but this was the first right step.

Then again, she wasn't flawless either.

She breathed in, her somberness of her own memories that came with that thought made her mask return in force and she said to the tiefling. "Go ahead, Bulletta, it would seem beneficial I think."

Bulletta nodded, "First, I'll discuss what we are already aware of. Together, from both factions, we have two magical users and two fighters with unique skills. I am a Fighter Gunslinger with only slight magical capabilities, so I mainly deal heavy physical damage while Moonfall, who is a Fighter Eldritch Knight, specializes in using magic to aid her in battle giving her a versatile damage output. Cenotaph is pure magic, being a Wizard Necromancer, while Nerium is a Druid in the Circle of Land-Mountain, who has more versatile magical set output and great battlefield control magic."

"Okay, so the Landers are a well-versed team it seems, together you could take on many enemies at once. But, why is that important?" Rafael asked, Starscream silently agreed with the boy, and questioned as well why this was important.

"Well it also shows our weaknesses," Nerium said, staring at the human, she forgot for a moment that he was a child, even in an adult body, "We have no major healers whatsoever. As a Druid, my class usually can heal but I am not capable of such things. I am a battlefield controller and damage dealer, and thus don't have some of the spells needed to heal as I've never had use for them before."

Moonfall chimed in, her resolve returning, if only as a mask, "As well, it means that since we have two out of the four Landers main magic-users it means they're especially weak. Magic users may have a lot of utility, but are not as hardy as me or Bulletta, especially since magic-users can't have really heavy armor as it stops them from performing magic effectively."

"The Atheneum analyzed the rest of you, and has assigned the class that fits best with your current tool set." Bulletta said, "What's also interesting is that the form you have now shows what kind of creature you'd be in our worlds."

"So I can finally find out what I am?" Ratchet asked, playing with his slightly pointed ears.

"It's interesting, I never intended these forms for you all, it must be an inner version of yourself that reflects our world's races, so I am very curious." Cenotaph said, smiling playful at Ratchet who smirked back at her.

"Then let's begin." Bulletta said with a roll of the eyes before turning to the Seeker turned organic. "Starscream is what we call an Air Genasi, a people coming from the elemental plane of Air. His class is that of a Rogue Mastermind, a killer of the shadows who can use his charm and mind to deter others for his true intentions."

As soon as those words left her mouth, a white light surrounded Starscream and then faded. His black studded leather armor remained the same but now was engraved with runes and it seemed more robust than before. The cloak now replaced, with a purple scarf with a hood, a clasp with the symbol of the Cabal holding it together. On his hip was a long sword with a blue jewel in the hilt as well as a silver rapier and three stiletto daggers.

He stood in surprise, staring at his new form, "W-What the….!"

Moonfall stared in amazement, appreciating the new look, making him look more dashing in her eyes and making her forget even more of the terrible thing that had just occurred. His eyes are what caught her attention though, red now, like rubies as they were in the real world, his silvery-white hair and blue skin remained the same.

"Huh," Cenotaph said, "It seems you have come into your own after knowing who you are."

"Will that happen to the rest of them?" Nerium asked, staring curiously at Starscream, wondering if this was the will of Primus, themselves, the universe or something more unfathomable.

"I assume so." Moonfall said, staring at Starscream with longing in her heart and torment in her mind.

"Then let's go on," Bulletta said, then turning her head to the human. "Raf, you are unique in that you remain human, but your mental age is reflected in your form which is around 19 to 21 years old. But you are adaptable by nature, which aids you in your class. That being a Bard of the College of Lore. A bard that seeks all knowledge and then divulges them to the world. Magic comes not from blood and scholar knowledge but from your words."

Again, the light consumed the one spoken of. Rafael stared at himself in awe as the light faded. His brown leather armor that covered his chest, shoulders and arms was still brown and now studded with again ruins embedded as well. The shawl was replaced with a long coat of orange that faded into yellow at the top, and the tail in three sections. He wore black pants with brown boots and gloves. Around his torso remained the pouches, a whip and strange box looking like a deck of sorts. On his hand was a ring of the cabal symbol.

His hair, glasses and other features remained the same but now a gold chain with a purple jewel hung from one ear.

Staring at himself he smiled, "Cool, thanks." he said to Bulletta who smiled warmly.

"Of course, now it's your turn Cliffjumper." She said.

Cliffjumper huffed, "Bring it."

"You, my friend, are a Tiefling such as I, but colored red which is the most common. That means you have an affinity towards fire as I am towards necrotic energy. That means you can spew forth fire like I can necrotic energy. And then, you're class, that of a Monk in the Way of the Kensei. A monk trained with weapons as an extension of oneself and using one's Ki to enhance strikes."

Again, it occurred. His sleeveless shirt that wrapped around his neck was simple, and colored black, he still wore a sash around his waist that was colored gold, and his black pants tucked in with bandages that wrapped around his shins and bare feet. A clasp held the symbol and a shawl wrapped around his chest colored gold as well. Bandages wrapped his hands and forearms, but now gold metal wrapped his forearms in a integrity design.

His orange hair was turned pitch black and long with braids in them, his horns and red skin the same as well and his eyes the same dark blue. But his weapons changed as well, now he held a greatsword and on his back was a white and gold bow, with little suns on it.

"Now this is incredible!" He said, staring at his new get up. "You're turn, doc."

Ratchet growled, "Don't call me that."

He chuckled but said nothing, going back to admire the bracers.

Bulletta rolled her eyes and she focused on Ratchet.

"Ratchet, you are a Half-Elf, half human, half elf. Usually they are seen as bastards of society with no true home and accepted more by men then by elves. Your elven nature gives you an advantage over normal humans and you live quite longer than humans. But, this holds little sway over your class, or well classes. You are a Multi-Classer, which is not rare but not expected of you.' He stared enraptured, Cenotaph frowned slightly.

'Your first class is that of a Wizard in the school of Necromancy, this I expected, with your scholar knowledge and thirst to learn from Cenotaph in the way of arcane power. But what I didn't expect, was that of another class, that of a Paladin and that of an Oathbreaker. Looked down for breaking their oath to the gods, through will alone you retained your power and gained more by following no god. Both of these classes give you power, not only to heal, but to destroy."

A light came again, and Ratchet was completely changed. The others stared in shock at the revelation. Oathbreakers were usually dark and evil creatures that broke their tenants and oaths, but for Ratchet to be one was shocking. But Cenotaph understood, he started to question his Prime's word, and didn't see what the Autobots saw. He's an Oathbreaker, because he doesn't follow the oaths of the Autobots, but his own.

When the light faded, Ratchet now standing took in his new form. He wore heavy magenta and silver plate armor, on the shoulder was the symbol of the cabal, he wore a black cloak with a fur mantle around the neck, on the table rested a helmet with a caged looking front and plating on the back. On his hip was a large dadao sword, with runes carved into the blade and on his other side was a shield made of black metal and a gold center that held a blue gem.

In his gauntlet hands which were sharp at the ends, was a staff made of a black metal with lava like veins on it, on top were two orange collide snakes with a crystal that looked like a sun floating there.

He stared in awe at his new-self.

Starscream, Moonfall and Nerium all stared at him in silent surprise, all of them wondering how powerful he could and the rest of them could be together. They all felt like they now had a system to fall back on, if anything went awry.

"Woah, you go doc!" Cliffjumper said, slamming his hand onto Ratchet's back. Then the Monk hissed in pain, shaking his hand in obvious pain.

For a moment Nerium let her mask slip, a sarcastic smirk gracing her features as she said. "Careful, even as a Monk you might break your hand." All the while Windigo laughing at the antics in their bond.

Cliffjumper simply rolled his eyes, but remained silent.

For Moonfall, she felt a sense of nostalgia hit her, as memories of her previous life hit her. The antics and the heartfelt moments brought her back to the days of when she had a party, and all the crazy stuff they got up too. But one thing plagued her mind, and it was to do with Cenotaph. She wondered how all of this would affect her, not because she was the one who started this whole mess, though she was partially to blame as well, but because something about her...was familiar in a way she couldn't describe it.

Nerium on the other hand was staring at the human, she knew he was young and that this was truly no place for him. But, if Primus had chosen him, she had no say. But she would assure that no Decepticon lay a servo upon him, even Megatron. And then there was Cliffjumper, who seemed to be putting up a front for something, really, all of them were with recent events.

Starscream did not focus on the Autobots though, he focused on Moonfall. She seemed to be slowly getting better, but that's what worried him. She clearly experienced something terrible, so much so that Primus mourned the fact that it happened. And the fact beforehand she was trying to push him away, and while he respected it, it still worried him.

Moonfall cleared her throat and thoughts. "Now that this is done, we seem to have a more or less rounded group. Along with us, we have a Paladin/Wizard, a Bard, a Monk and a Rogue, we should be able to tackle any task ahead of us if we work together. That said, we need to decide the logistics of the Cabal. We need a leader, we need a base, we need a form of communication and we need a plan, let's start with the first."

Starscream held his head, his memories of the earlier days of the war, "Well, I don't think we should have one leader."

"Maybe we shouldn't have any!" Rafael said, growing off of his idea, "It should be democratic, we should vote on what we wanna do and give everyone a chance to make their case."

Bulletta raised any eyebrow, "But could that make some discussion's impossible?"

Raf sighed, "It's better than one person taking on the responsibility."

"He's right," Nerium said shrugging her shoulders, Windigo bobbed her head and agreed with her, "No leaders, it'll just go to someone's head."

"Then it's settled, next we need a base-of-operation…" Cliffjumper said, tapping his chin thoughtfully, "What about your place, Cenotaph?"

She deadpanned, glaring at him, "Hard no, that's my personal lab, pick something else."

"Primus said our wishes would come true in reality if we wanted it, so could he whip us up a base?" Raf asked.

Ratchet looked thoughtfully at him, "Sure, that's obvious, but where are we going to put it?"

"Hm, hold on." Bulletta said, she stood from her chair. Suddenly, a hologram appeared with several locations already highlighted. Moonfall stared at it with amazement with the rest of them.

"Woah." Rafael whispered in awe, gaining a very very small smile from Nerium.

Ratchet stood from his seat and selected a place on the globe, "Here, this one is located in the Marianas Trench in the deepest part of the Earth's ocean."

Nerium shivered as a memory crossed her mind, one where the ocean seemed endless and the enemies many, "I don't like water….I once almost drowned."

"Alright," Moonfall picked another location, "How about in the Sahara Desert, underneath the Pyramids of Giza?"

"Living under an ancient monument and tomb? No thank you." Bulletta said, shaking her head.

"What? Scared of mummies or something?" Cliffjumper said, playfully jabbing at her.

Bulletta sighed, "No, and don't mention mummies, those are actually undead creatures."

"Oh...sorry." Cliffjumper awkwardly said, picking another place, "How about...a deserted tropical island? Oh, that would be a nice place…"

"We need a base, not a getaway vacation for your pleasures, Cliff." Starscream said, who knew they needed a serious and non-distraction base-of-operations. "How are we going to decide? This seems like too much!"

Cenotaph then said, "It needs to be defend-able and easily hidden, but not too close to human populations or their historic landmarks. As well, it shouldn't be in the ocean and it should be big enough to house more of us…."

A silence took the room as everyone studied the map for a suitable location. Starscream, Moonfall and Nerium couldn't figure out a suitable place, everywhere had pros and cons. But, then something caught Cenotaph's eye as she touched a marker unnoticed until now.

A pop up appeared and after briefing reading it she hummed, "Huh, how about this, our base of operations is actually a ship."

Starscream straightened at the idea, and he silently berated himself for not thinking of it, but saying anyways, "Like the Nemesis?"

"Exactly," Cenotaph said, pointing to him before looking back to the map, "If we have a ship, we can have it anywhere we want, but we'll need to make sure we don't run into the Nemesis or human aircraft, Starscream, usually what altitude does the Nemesis hover at?"

He thought for a moment, "It ranges, from the Troposphere to outside the Exosphere."

Bulletta hummed, "Well, if it fluctuates so much, then maybe we don't care about altitude but cloaking tech. The Nemesis is cloaked from detection from machines but not from the human eye, what if we did both?"

Raf's eyes sparkled, "Like they did in the Avengers, with the helicarrier?"

"...uh...sure? Anyways, if we can imagine a ship with this type of cloaking device, I'm sure Primus can whip it up." Bulletta said, looking confidently at the point on the map.

Moonfall interjected, her skin crawling with a familiar feeling that had bothered her since the beginning, "I have a question, why are we trusting a god to do this?"

Starscream sighed sadly, already aware of her pain, "I know you don't do well with gods but trust me when I say this one won't bite us in the aft, alright Moonlight?"

Nerium swore she heard Cenotaph mumble something but she couldn't hear what it was. She shook it off, instead looking to Moonfall with a sympathetic glance. Windigo cooed with her, worried about her as well.

Moonfall stared at Starscream, her mind reeling with now being dragged down again. But she heeded his words and...she trusted him, tentatively and said, "Alright, if you say so. Now the question is how can we imagine something as complex as a ship?"

"Leave that to me and my Atheneum!" Bulletta exclaimed, she squinted her eyes shut and put her fingers to her temples. Everyone watched as she tried to create a ship for the Cabal, the projection changed, from a globe to what her mind created and instantly the Landers...were unimpressed.

It was a ship...a wooden ship...with sails...and magic elevation orbs….ship.

Nerium sighed, because after meeting her, she expected better, "Bulletta...just...no."

Moonfall joined her in this annoyance running through her veins, "We should have our Satellite's input as well as ours, and that," She pointed to the ship, "Is not going to serve us well."

"Okay, okay, I get it, don't have to be so mean about it." She said, pouting and sitting back down with her arms crossed.

The projection vanished and Starscream hummed, thinking, "Wait, we haven't even considered that we would need a crew to maintain it, and none of us can be on it all the time. How'd we even keep it in the air?"

"He's right, unfortunately….." Rafael said, shaking his head.

"Unless, if we do have a crew, that can do as we command without complaint or complication." Cenotaph purred, a dark smile gracing her lips, Nerium shifted intrigued while Moonfall was unfazed and Starscream was...concerned as a plan formed in the necromancer's head.

Ah, an undead army, I assume?" Nerium asked, she already had an idea that this was her end goal, she was too easy to read after all when you looked closely. Even though Nerium just met her and only heard of her through others, she was like everyone else. And her fascination with control and death was obvious from the normal observer.

"Exactly," Cenotaph said, bringing her back to reality, "If me and Ratchet can raise enough undead and set them to work, we'll have a crew that will never tire, never eat or anything else but guard and run the ship. And speaking of that guarding, anyone who tries to take it will be faced with an unstoppable undead horde, AH, it will be wonderful to watch them be torn limb from limb!" She laughed eagerly, chewing on her thumb as her eyes sparkled darkly.

Bulletta laughed nervously, "How many are we talking about?"

Cliffjumper interjected, "Well, it would depend on how large the ship is, right?"

Cenotaph nodded, "Which is why we also need at least blueprints. It will take awhile to find that many viable cybertronian corpses after all and then raising them and setting them to task."

Starscream gave a small shiver, unnoticed by the others, as they talked about cybertronian corpses and raising the dead so easily, it almost seemed wrong to him. However Moonfall and more so Nerium seemed unfazed to him, which served to make him more nervous about this.

"But...what kind of undead are we talking about? I thought zombies were mindless?" Bulletta said, then laughing nervously, "Sorry, my knowledge of undead is...narrow-minded I assume?"

"Very...narrow-minded," Cenotaph said with a sigh but smiled, "But that is to be assumed, yes, zombies are simple minded but the raiser can command them. But, to operate a ship such as this needs more...greater undead."

"Okay, we'll leave that all to you, but we still need a plan for the ship." Nerium said, knowing that they needed to move on. "What if...the Primes did it for us?"

Starscream looked skeptically, "But...this is our ship, shouldn't we design it?"

"Even with you guys," Moonfall motioned to the cybertronians and human, "We wouldn't ever come to a consensus together. We all need different things, what we need, is someone of higher power who knows ultimately what we need...like Solus Prime."

"The Forger, of course, she could come up with anything so why not a ship? Cliffjumper said, smiling.

Ratchet sighed, "No, we are not using a Primly power to make us a ship. We can't rely on them for everything, what we need is to agree on a design, together."

Nerium sighed, a headache forming as she said, "Easier said than done…"

Suddenly a projection appeared in the middle of the table, it was of a large ship that looked like a dome that had the resemblance of a starfish. But, the outstretched parts came to sharp points and there were eight and when looked from top down, it looked like the eight pointed star. If it were looked from the ground it would be the same but the whole was bent down and if it were on the ground the eight points would be the arches holding the entire thing up.

The ship itself was large, on top it was painted white and underneath it was painted purple. No windows were visible, but at the center of the dome star was a spear running through it, longer underneath and shorter on top and had biolights wrapping around it. The spire itself was also color coded correctly with its side, the top part white and the bottom part purple.

"Oh. My. Gods." Bulletta stared in awe at the ship.

Rafael adjusted his glasses, his eyes sparkling with amazement, "Woah...who did that?!"

Everyone stared at each other but no one took responsibility, then Moonfall spoke.

"I think we all did this, subcounsciously." She said, flicking her hand making the ship turn slightly. But in reality, she didn't think, she knew, deep down.

"Well, it's incredible. How big is it?" Starscream said, staring at the ship, suddenly stats appeared next to the ship.

Cenotaph read it quickly and jumped, "By the unholy gods, it's large enough to cover Jasper, Nevada. It's more than a ship, it's more like a space station, a massive one."

"That means it's bigger than the Autobot base and the Nemesis combined." Bulletta said, staring at the large ship.

"What should we call it?" Nerium asked, petting Windigo who craned her neck to see the ship.

Everyone was silent for a moment, trying to think of something, before Cliffjumper said.

"What about this, The Celestial Promise?" He asked.

Everyone's faces lit up and everyone began immediately chatting and agreeing with the name. Chatter and laughter filled the room before Cenotaph brought them back down from the excitement.

"The Celestial Promise it is, since we all came up with it that means it has everything we need. Now I need to figure out how many dead we'll need and by the looks of it, I'd ballpark it around 5,000 to 8,000 just to maintain the thing, then we need guards and watchmen which will bump it up to around 7,000 to 10,000 undead." Everyone stared in silent shock at her numbers.

"Where are we going to get that many?!" Starscream almost yelled, his spark hammered in his spark as the thought of that much undead, then a dreadful thought came to him. "...There's only one place with that many Cybertronian dead, millions of corpses ready for the taking…"

"Indeed, it seems we'll need to get to Cybertron and start somehow mass raising the dead on the planet. But, that means that both me and Ratchet would be gone for a long time, we'd be noticed and how would we get it to Cybertron if we need that much undead to get it to move?" Cenotaph said curiously.

Moonfall then perked up, an idea cropped up, "Wait, do the Decepticons still have access to Cybertron?"

Starscream sighed, seeing her thought process, "Yes, we've been building a new portal for Shockwave and Project: Predacon, since all this material is back on Cybertron. Though, once it's complete we could transport corpses through and then send them to you, Cenotaph."

"We got a completion date on that portal?" Ratchet asked unsteadily.

"It won't be done for at least two more human months." Starscream said with a sigh.

Cenotaph smirked, "Then that gives me enough time."

Rafael looked pointedly at her, "For what?"

"I need to mass produce lower, intermediate and higher levels of undead. I need to streamline the process and no current spell that I know of can't do that without it taking years to complete. So...I need to make a new spell, one capable of creating any undead of any level without draining me completely, and with Ratchet's help it should be a breeze. This is the time where we will prepare."

Cliffjumper sighed, "Well, then we have two months before the Celestial's Promise is operational. Until then, where is it going to be?"

"We can put it with Cenotaph's off site lab, that way when she starts to create undead we can load them onto the ship as soon as possible. It will be cloaked the entire time it's there and when we are ready it will uncloak itself, is everyone alright with that?" Bulletta asked, staring at everyone.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Nerium stared at everyone, taking in this group. They were interesting, flawed and strange people. But, that was what was needed and she could get behind it. Though, the flaws she feared most was her own, and her own demons. But that was just her thoughts, and even though Windigo didn't agree with her, she was still going to think it.

Nerium cleared her throat, "Okay, now that's out of the way, we need a strategy. For Unicron, for the war, everything."

Moonfall spoke up, "We need to take this one step at a time for now, we need to gain trust among our factions. For now, we focus on Unicron. If he's rising, then that means all of the universe and Earth are endangered. I believe in order to stop Unicron we are going to need a weapon to use against him, some Primely thing since we know he doesn't do well against anything brother related." Her hand shook once again, but she went on, "I believe I know how we can stop him, but I'll need more time to figure it out with Solus Prime. I think she may know something, is that alright?"

"Yes, do what you need too. We'll just keep preparing and keep up with the team bonding." Bulletta said, offering a kind smile, Moonfall nodded in appreciation.

Then Ratchet brought up the last point, "Now, for the final part, communications."

Starscream nodded in agreement, "I believe we shouldn't use COMM's, Soundwave can hack literally anything. So does anyone else have a better idea because I do not want to be listened to by him." He shuddered slightly at the thought of the creepy mech.

Nerium rolled her eyes, having dealt with him before,"Soundwave isn't that creepy, but he's right and I have nothing."

"Hm, we discussed magical means before…" Cliffjumper mused.

"Unreasonably, we need tech or a mixture of both…" Cenotaph sighed, "Maybe...me and Ratchet can come up with something on this front as well. Until then, we'll have a bi-weekly meeting to catch up and when we have it done, you'll get it at one of these meetings."

Rafael smiled, "I can also do it, so that you don't have to do multiple things?"

"That is actually a good idea Raf, I suppose then we'll leave it to you then." Ratchet said, smiling at him.

"Where are we meeting?" Starscream asked, curious as to where in the world they could possibly go.

Nerium thought for a moment, "How about Cenotaph's lab?"

Everyone nodded, a flash crossed their minds as the location was revealed to everyone who had yet to go. There was a silence, before Moonfall said."Then I believe that is all that is needed to be discussed." She sighed and then stood from her chair, "I just wanted to say to all of you...thank you, for choosing to help and lend your power. What you are doing is something not many would take upon themselves, and I am proud of all of you. We have a long road ahead, and it won't be easy, but I just want you to know...that I can't be more relieved to have you here."

Everyone smiled fondly at her, Cenotaph slowly rose, grabbing her staff that started glowing.

"Then I believe this first meeting of the Cabal is done, thank you all and until we meet again...till the stars are one...and good luck." She said, before slamming her staff into the ground.

The room filled with a blinding light and at last, the dream that had consumed them all had released them into a final and restful slumber.