Grima: Oh yeah, Viren wants to see Callum ended, because, besides Megatron, the only other thing Viren fears is Callum.
Aftermath
Callum stumbled slightly, he reached out to the nearby wall, supporting himself. Pain shot throughout his body, he clenched his teeth, left hand clenched tightly. A few drops of Energon fell from his body.
He sighed, optics narrowed as he pushed forward, voices echoed down the hallways, one voice spoke darkly, speaking of a higher power, of a united Cybertron under Decepticon rule, another of Autobot victory, with peace falling over the universe.
Screams suddenly reached his audio receptors, the sound of claws slicing through metal echoed about his head. A voice spoke, one of mystery, of great darkness.
"You tried to bring peace."
Callum looked around, he entered a room, upon the ground, energon pooling about, were the deceased bodies of his friends and family. He widened his optics, searching for the one who committed the deed.
"But you failed your duty."
Callum desperately looked for the source of the voice. He continued down another hallway, all around him, the faces of his family appeared, all of them expressed horror at something. He forced himself onwards.
"Your brothers and sister couldn't kill me."
The voice continued to taunt him, the origin of the voice never showed himself. He kept to the shadows, out of sight. Callum hated it, he needed to know who it was taunting him. He entered another room, the bodies of ten others rested, all of them killed in a different way.
"The damage had been done."
Callum closed his optics as he pushed passed the bodies, he felt himself fall. Voices screamed his name, Cybertronians of unknown origin flashed through his vision, all of them charging after some unknown threat, or target.
"Your people tried to avenge you."
The voice, it wouldn't stop. No matter how hard he tried, Callum could not find the owner. But the more he heard it, the more familiar it was. A Titan flew past him, a large bird of bright blues and silvers.
"They left for parts unknown."
A world of greenery, nature and rivers, lush with creatures of all shapes and sizes entered his view. Callum marvelled at the beauty of it all. Large mountains and vast plains of grass, deserts of black sand and oceans of midnight blue covered his view.
"Chaos awaits all."
Callum soon found himself watching a world, one very much like Cybertron, be devoured by something, the image was misty, but he could make out a ringed world with orange and grey through the mist.
"My master comes to finish what he started millennia ago."
Callum choked, he fell to his knees, his vision blurred, darkness slowly started to cover him. Pain engulfed him, he felt his body go weak. The voice taunting him one last time.
"I will ensure that no Prime will deny him victory."
Everything went black. The voice crackled in with a slow, but sinister laughter in the background.
Callum jolted forward, startling those around him. He glanced, watching as familiar faces, both old and new. Watched him in concern. Silence reigned supreme, he caught sight of his bearings, slowly recognising where he was, the memories of recent events came to.
"Cybertron?" He questioned weakly, optics slowly adjusted to the light.
"The war destroyed it, Cybertron is all but a wasteland now."
Callum turned, his optics finding the origin of the answer. Khessa, she stood tall, but Callum could see the sadness in her optics. The loss of Cybertron would haunt them all for ages to come. "Our home." He muttered.
"The core shutdown, to rebuild and heal from the devastation wrought upon it from years of civil war." Janai explained. "Optimus Prime ordered the Autobots evacuate, least we find ourselves facing a similar fate."
Callum closed his optics, sadness filled him deeply. Their home had been torn apart by war, a war started by Megatron and his followers. Callum felt a fist clench, pain shot through his body. He clenched his teeth. He soon noted Autobot medics walking around. "The medical centre?"
Soren glanced at Marcos. "You collapsed after we boarded, you were damaged heavily." He paused, taking a step forward. "That blast from Ziard did more damage then we first thought, your continued action in the battle further harmed your body."
Callum sighed, his body constantly shifted, something was wrong with him, and it wasn't just his outer plates and armour. His endoskeleton was reacting harshly. Harsher than it had before. Could it be that his body was trying to reject the Ununtrium?
Whatever the case, he needed other answers, answers only a Titan could provide. And luck had it, he was currently aboard a Titan, Sol Regem, one of the great Titans that served the Thirteen Primes during Cybertron's first age.
"I need to speak with Sol Regem." He said, moving to stand, he collapsed
"You need to rest commander." Marcos said, moving with Soren to support Callum.
Callum grunted in frustration. "I need answers from a Titan."
Khessa and Janai exchanged a glance with one another. "Why?" Khessa questioned, she was still wary of the recent Decepticon defectors.
"I had a dream, one that provided more questions then I like to admit." Callum answered, freeing himself from Soren and Marcos. He turned, only to find himself facing Amaya. His aunt eyed him closely, almost demanding a reason to let him pass.
He sighed heavily. "Fine. I keep having images of the Thirteen Primes flash through my mind. Images of the Titans and their companions. And a strange Cybertronian waging battle against them."
Khessa frowned, this was strange to hear. Even stranger still, was the fact that he was different to all others. His display of both a dragon and a jet form made her question his origins. She remembered one of the medical bots informing her that his spark was trying to reshape his body, but his endoskeleton prevented any progress beyond pain.
"Go and see Sol Regem. Pyrrah and Sabah shall escort you to his brain chamber." She decided, standing tall as she left the room.
Sabah had just finished getting refitted, Soren and Marcos, two of the recent Decepticon defectors suggested outfitting several Autobot's with flight capabilities, to help them better combat the Seekers and other aerial threats.
Now, she stood in her new form, wings rested neatly along her back, the cockpit of her new jet form tucked within her chest. The intake resting either side of it. The tail fines of her new form formed her feet, alongside the thrusters.
Stretching her body, she moved onwards. Optics gazed over those waiting to undergo the same process she had just gone through. The line stretched long, she suspected many of them wanted to experience what it was like to fly in the skies.
Pyrrah walked further down the hall, she was on a mission to find someone. Sabah could tell that much. Making her way down the hall, she passed by several Autobots, many of her comrades paused to glance at her.
"Pyrrah, you seem lost?"
The beast former glanced at Sabah, she moved towards her, moving her body in a way to convey her message. One of the few things many others hated about her was this aspect of her choice to remain silent.
Sabah sighed. "I, I can't understand what you want."
Pyrrah rolled her optics in annoyance, slowly moving her body once more, indicating towards Sol Regem, then towards Callum who leaned against Soren and Marcos further down the hall.
Sabah blinked. "You want us to bring him to Sol Regem's brain chamber?" She tried to translate.
Pyrrah grinned, giving a thumbs up at Sabah, and with a nod, made her way towards Callum. Sabah not far behind. Callum looked at Sabah closely. A small smirk formed upon his lips. "Refitted for aerial combat, must admit, Soren can come up with some nifty ideas now and then."
Sabah glanced at Soren who merely shrugged his shoulders. "Careful with the commander, he's still weak on his feet." Marcos warned, slowly helped lift Callum to lean against Sabah and Pyrrah.
Sabah nodded. "Sure." She replied, watching as Pyrrah made the signal to turn. With a quick nod, she moved with.
Rayla groaned as she felt her arm get reattached, the stings of the medical bots hurt less than when the Cons tore the arm off. She had to admit, it was nice having her arm again, she was somewhat annoyed that she couldn't participate in the battle.
To know that two Titans clashed was something she wanted to see. She had felt the shattering blows rock the buildings from inside the city. Now, she sat within one of the Titans, her fellow Autobots around her being tended to by other medical bots.
"Alright Rayla, your arm is attached, but we need to run a few more scans of your body before we let you leave."
Rayla nodded, Kazi was one of those stranger Autobots, for one thing, she was deeply fascinated with Cybertronian history, and was constantly tyring to figure out the myths and legends surrounding the mysterious Thirteenth Prime, the mythical Prime of Peace.
The scans were quicker than she anticipated, but she did dread the results. They always revealed something that changed a bot's life, for the good or bad, they never knew. "Let see, your spark is emitting signals of strange sorts." Kazi paused, her optics narrowed in concentration. "Your spark is trying to reformat your frame, and it is doing a better job then Commander Callum's is."
Rayla blinked. "What do you mean Commander Callum?" She was baffled by this news, since when did Callum obtain the rank of Commander, that title was reserved for commanding Autobots only. Optimus Prime gave those titles out.
Kazi smiled. "Optimus Prime was impressed with his knowledge of the Decepticon leadership, the many protocols, tactics and strategies employed by the enemy, not to mention his heroic actions at the battle in Lux Aurea impressed him greatly. He assigned that title to him. He and Commander Khessa have joint command over us."
Rayla nodded, something to question Runaan about later. "And my spark trying to reformat my frame?"
"You spark doesn't agree with your body, something that has managed to sneak through my previous scans of you. Your spark is trying to convert your body to a form it likes. We won't know what it is till it completes the reformatting." Kazi glanced over her shoulder. "Though if you ask me, I say you head down to the forge and get some aid in the process. Melting your frame slightly can drastically help the reformatting process."
Rayla sighed. "I guess I'll make my way there once I've finished up with Runaan."
Viren growled as he observed the remains of the battle. His fists clenched, the damage he had received during the fight were being tended to by several tiny medical drones. Ziard's remains were being stripped for resources. He had no love for the Titan, Ziard was a relic of the first age, much like Sol Regem was.
Ziard would serve a new purpose, as one of the first Doomsday Class warships constructed in over millions of years. "A shame Ziard failed in his duty, such a Titan would be useful to achieving victory."
Viren turned, optics locked upon one of the many Decepticons under his command. "He is nothing but a relic of the first age. His remains will continue to serve the Decepticons, as my personal warship, The Harrow."
Claudia soon landed, coming to a stop beside her father. "The Seekers are busy patrolling for any additional resources, including Energon to aid in powering The Harrow, but the Insecticons will be drawn to us."
Viren nodded. "Then let them come, we still have the numbers, and many troops to spare. Send word to Lord Kasef, I wish to have him track down Sol Regem, and report their location to me at once. I wish to see things through to the end."
Claudia glanced around. "How would we do so without Saleer?"
Viren grinned. "Head to Kaon, perhaps Shockwave will be able to provide us with the means to do so. But be on the lookout for any Autobots still planet side, I have a feeling not all of them fled."
Claudia nodded, taking to the sky, several Seekers behind her, leaving Viren to glance over the sea of troops under his command, and the frame of The Harrow being built in the distance.
With the Cybertronian race, there is only male and female, there is no in-between. So Kazi had to have a gender.
Doomsday Class Warships was a ship introduced in the Animated show, they were colossal warship armed with enough firepower to devastate cities.
Everything the voice said in Callum's dream will come true at some point, the things he saw however, only a few of them are true.
Rayla and Callum's bodies are trying to reformat, with Rayla having more success then Callum, this is due to their origin, of which Callum's is slowly coming to light. Rayla's origin will be split in two, the first half focuses on her war origin, the other half coming the same time Callum's full origin is revealed.
A lot of the things about Cybertron shutting down and the Autobot's leaving the planet was inspired from War For Cybertron and Fall of Cybertron.
Sabah and Kazi first appear, the former of the two will get some spotlight quite soon, the latter, well, her major spotlight will be during Callum's origin reveal.