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

Autobot's POV

Unknown Location...

When the blue light faded from the world, a new one was shown. All around them were tall white marble pillars, with large stained glass windows in between them, each depicting events in Cybertron's history, including recent ones such as the battle at the Spacebridge.

The room was large and tall, with dark blue floors and a table in the center of it all, made of an unknown red type of wood, there were chairs around it, enough for all of them and one other person. Above the table was a large chandelier made of gold and what appeared to be different colors of Energon embed within it.

But also, with the light gone, they could see each other for the first time.

Separated by faction, the Autobots stood on one side while the Decepticons the other and the Landers in the middle of them. Each of them are still in their organic forms gained in this world but now slightly different.

Each wore a badge somewhere on their person of a symbol of an eight-pointed star colored in magenta with wings on each side. It clicked in their minds that this, this was the true symbol of the Cabal.

Someone clears their throat and all heads turned to the table where sat at one of the chairs was a man. He looked like he was made of pure blue Energon and the familiar cloak and clasp quickly gave him away to everyone.

"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.

"Wait...WHAT!?" Cliffjumper yelled out, staring wide eyed at the god at the table.

Some others stared in shock as well, save but a few, Rafael seemed more confused though.

Cenotaph huffed, "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."

"We'll get to that in a moment, but first," Nerium said, looking to Cenotaph before yelling, "WHAT THE ACTUALLY LIVING FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?"

Cenotaph, usually calm in these types of scenarios, actually jumped a little to her surprise. But she chalk that up to having a worn down mind from being toyed with by Unicron. She sighed and looked at the gnomish femme and crossed her arms before saying.

"Right, the challenges." She turned to Primus looking for help but he merely did nothing, "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."

Bulletta and Rafael stared at Cenotaph in the most shocked out of everyone.

Again, the words of Nerium ringed in her ears and she sighed, "I am also sorry, Cenotaph."

The necromancer turned in surprise at the femme, "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 the necromancer who took it and shook it.

"Thank you, for giving me a chance. And as well, forgiving my faults." She said while looking at the others.

"While that's all great and dandy I kinda wanna know something," Starscream said, holding onto Moonfall who had shakenly walked up to him, "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 looked at each other before coming to sit around the table, Cenotaph and Ratchet beside each other, silently wondering what the other went through. Rafael and Cliffjumper silently stared at each other as well, wondering if they were still friends after that little spat beforehand. Bulletta kept her eyes on Primus, her curious nature wondering what he was about to tell her and her Atheneum singing happily at the new information.

The Decepticons, Nerium, Moonfall and Starscream seemed slightly closed off to the Autobots, but it didn't matter as they rather focused on their own and Primus who commanded attention in the room.

He clasped his hands in front of him and sighs, "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. Bulletta and Cenotaph wondered about where Unicron may have gone but left it for now as he went on.

'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 others stared surprisedly at the god before Moonfall, in a shaky voice said, "He's right."

"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 and grasped Starscream's hand tighter.

"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.

There was a silence in the room, everyone taking stock of the situation.

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. Rafael looked around him at the table, and silently prayed that what he had walked into won't be his death.

"I think we need to establish one thing first," Bulletta said, taking charge of the meeting, "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?"

It seemed like the right thing to ask of them, and besides, secrets were never her thing. And even lying to the Autobots and Sierra was wearing her down. She was excited to speak about this, as this room was filled with people who were free to hear her words without her worrying about what she had to say.

"Go ahead, Bulletta, it would seem beneficial I think." Nerium said, her cold demeanor returned from her explosive one earlier.

The grey tiefling 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, he wondered how talking about their powers was going to help here.

"Well it also shows our weaknesses," Nerium said, staring at the human, "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 shaking lessened, "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."

"But what about us, how can we even the odds?" Starscream asked, "If you are so unbalanced then can't we do anything?"

"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 at the antics of the necromancer and medic. "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, "W-What the….!"

"Huh," Cenotaph said, staring at the newly outfitted Air Genasi, his silvery-white hair and blue skin remained the same but now his red eyes from his cybertronian form adorned his eyes. "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's new form.

"I assume so." Moonfall said, staring at Starscream with an unknowable expression.

"Then let's go on," Bulletta said, then turning her head to Rafael. "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 that felt strange to him.

Bulletta simply rolled her eyes, then turned to the last one, the one that interested her the most. She didn't know how this would go down, but she didn't want to wait any further to tell him what he truly was.

"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, taking in the armor and the staff in his hands.

"Woah, you go doc!" Cliffjumper said, slamming his hand onto Ratchet's back which barely moved or bothered him. The newly minted Monk however hissed and pulled his hand back having just hit heavy plate armor.

"Careful, even as a Monk you might break your hand." Nerium said with a sarcastic smirk.

Cliffjumper rolled his eyes but remained silent, Ratchet sat back down, giving Cenotaph a side glance who was looking at him and up and down. He felt power coursing through him, and he could sense the same power coursing through her. He could see power in certain weapons and objects that they had. He wondered what he was gifted, what they all were.

Cenotaph wondered, if he was a Paladin, was his 'god' Optimus? Or Primus or something else. Her curiosity of him grew more, and the form he now took wasn't to bad to look at. He definitely was the right person to lead her undead horde, but time would tell.

Moonfall cleared her throat. "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, "Well, I don't think we should have one leader."

"Maybe we shouldn't have any!" Rafael said, bouncing off of the Rogue, "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, her golden bird bobbing her head while sitting on her shoulder, "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 the Bard, "Sure, that's obvious, but where are we going to put it?"

"Hm, hold on." Bulletta said, she stood from her chair and imagined a map of Earth in front of her. Suddenly, a hologram appeared with several locations already highlighted. She knew Primus was giving a hand with picking some, and some were quite interesting.

"Woah." Rafael whispered in awe, earning a smile from both Ratchet and Cliffjumper at the child's wonder.

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

"I don't like water….I once almost drowned." Nerium said, shivering at the memory.

"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, the thought of their base being attacked was a possibility, she won't risk such a place then.

"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 before shifting focus, 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 before asking. "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. As Cenotaph kept staring at it, something caught her eye, there was a maker just floating in the atmosphere. Curious, she touched said marker, drawing the others attention.

"Huh," She said, reading it, then looking to the others, "How about this, our base of operations is actually a ship."

Starscream lit up at the idea, "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?"

Starscream 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, "I have a question, why are we trusting a god to do this?"

Starscream sighed sadly, "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?"

Under her breath, Cenotaph said, "Aw, that's cute."

She was silent before relenting, "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 as she concentrated on making a ship that required all that they needed. It came to her in a flash, with the tech the discussed earlier, along with weapons and defense, she even came up with the color and designs of the rooms.

Suddenly, the projection changed from a map to a blueprint, that of a large ship...a sea ship...made of wood...and sails...and magical elevation orbs. Everyone that was a Lander stared blankly at the 'ship'.

Nerium sighed and said, "Bulletta...just...no."

Moonfall then joined her in saying, "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, "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 in despair.

"Unless, if we do have a crew, that can do as we command without complaint or complication." Cenotaph purred, a twisted and dark smirk gracing her lips as her violet eyes flared in excitement at the idea that just crossed her mind.

Ratchet, next to Cenotaph, shivered at her smile, finding it very attractive on her.

"Ah, an undead army, I assume?" Nerium asked, with a dark glint in her eyes.

"Exactly, 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, swallowing the part of her that wanted to scream at Cenotaph before saying. "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."

"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, before looking up at the room around them. "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 smiled at the new plan.

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, "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, subconsciously." She said, flicking her hand making the ship turn slightly.

"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 her bird who tried to look closer at it.

Everyone thought for a moment, thinking of a name for their ship, then Cliffjumper spoke up.

"What about this, The Celestial Promise?" He asked, staring at their reactions, the name had come out of the blue but he believed the Primes had something to do with it.

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 2,000 to 4,000 just to maintain the thing, then we need guards and watchmen which will bump it up to around 5,000 to 7,000 undead." Everyone stared in silent shock at her numbers.

"Where are we going to get that many?!" Starscream almost yelled, until his face dawned on something, "...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, not upset, but curious as to solving the puzzle.

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

Starscream sighed, "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, staring at the seeker unsteadily. Hearing the word Predacon and Project in the same sentence had him worried for what that scientist was cooking up.

"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 her new and old comrades all around her.

Everyone nodded in agreement, she smiled, and deep down her heart swelled. It had been a long time since she found a place to truly belong and here she was. She knew her goddess would be proud of her and she hoped deep down that nothing bad would happen to any of them, they were people she trusted and she didn't want to see them hurt, even though they were already hurting because of Unicron.

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

"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." Moonfall said, her hand shaking 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.

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

"Hm, we discussed magical means before…" Cliffjumper mused, thinking harder than he really had before.

"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, with a smile, proud of the boy stepping up to help.

"Where are we meeting?" Starscream asked.

Nerium looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "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.