The Diego Diaries: Cloudy With a Chance of FOOTBALL! (dd7 409)
=0=On a plane far away at the Athenaeum Sanctorum
They began to gather, the entire Pantheon called together by Prima Prime. They were tense and some of them were aware of what He was going to discuss, doing some private research Themselves ahead of time. Some of Them were clued tightly into Cybertron while others were engaged with distractions no matter how important. All of Them felt their Father's condition and presence but some more so than others. They took seats around the table that was Their place of discussion waiting for Prima to arrive.
When He did, He was tense and bore the seriousness and sternness that marked Him and His personality. He walked to His seat, then sat. "I am glad You came. We have a matter before Us that is rather unprecedented."
"Well, that's nice. Something new," Vector said as He glanced up from a timepiece in His servo.
Everyone murmured agreement.
"There is a dangerous renegade who has the capability to traverse dimensions and he has caused trouble in one that is going to escalate into danger for a number of individuals who have no idea that he is there. He has entered the dimensional plane where Megatron is Prime and has shot that version of himself that lives there. He is a phase six mechanism and much more dangerous than some of those he's already traversed can manage," Prima said.
"Ununtrium is something to behold," Solus said. "I am very much in love with that metal."
"Be that as it may, Solus," Prima replied, "It makes it difficult to render neutral the threat with most conventional means. They have been known to survive multiple blows from an outraged titan. It is only in Optimus's dimensional plane that ununtrium is known and used," Quintus replied. "And not every dimension has the concept and reality of Warrior Elites."
Prima nodded. "That is so. What we have here is a renegade, a variable in the timeline that is going to play great havoc if it continues."
"You have discussed this with The One and Father?" Micronus asked. He was sitting beside Onyx as ever. He was the conscience of the Primes and often shaped the decisions They still made to move down the most ethical and least disruptive pathway.
"I have tried to," Prima said. "They both have nothing to say. There is nothing but silence from both. They are both neutral on this issue." It was silent a moment, then He continued. "It is My experience that this is a divergent timeline from this one and therefore is open to assistance because it transgresses the timelines of those involved in a way they do not want to happen. What say you, Vector? Logos?"
They both considered it, two Primes with a lot of power both inside and out of time and space. It was silent as they did, then Onyx leaned forward. "I see nothing with this potentiality. It is clouded, the way ahead. The present is not. It shows a path of death and destruction. Those who face him only have one option and that is the code that will stop him. One of them have it. Two don't."
"Which ones?" Quintus asked.
"Thirteen and Megatronus. He is not aware of the code and none of them have the capacity to go trans-dimensionally to assist each other but Optimus and Megatronus. Considering that both of them have the breach in dimensions, they can reach each other but Megatronus is not really aware of the depth of the danger this mech represents," Onyx replied. "As of now, the only dimensions affected are these three and only Optimus must deal with Warrior Elites."
Logos glanced at Prima. "I cannot see the way ahead," he said as Vector nodded. "It would appear that the path forward is open and it will have to be Us that addresses this affront to Our nature and Our being. This is not just an attack against the others."
"This is an affront and attack against Us and the Primes. We must do this together," Vector said.
"But We still have limitations. We must do it according to the Laws of the Universe in accordance with the free will of those involved. I am clear that Megatronus, Optimus and Thirteen do not have this on their life plans. Therefore, if anything happens to them they are being denied their free will. We cannot allow that to happen," Solomus said. "At the same time, We cannot directly interpose ourselves unless the timeline is at stake or if they ask Us to in a specific and absolute way."
Everyone nodded.
"Then what is your suggestion, Prima?" Solus asked.
They bent their helms to the task.
Alpha Trion would keep the notes. As usual.
=0=FOOTIE!
The defense walked onto the field slapping servos as they passed most of the outgoing offense. Magnus led them, his massive form nearly the same size as Optimus. Following him, Maelstrom, Nitro, Elita and Smokey the Younger who was bumped off Praxus Science at the last moment to add a Man Mountain Dean walked out to join those still on the field to applause and the odd tossed item. Taking their places, they watched the ref throw the ball to the Simfur center, then Magnus made his move.
He was a massive mech with speed that was terribly surprising. He was a mech who was born to wrestle, fight and punch. Though he didn't make waves, he never backed down. He was Orion's first bodyguard, the mech who had been his brother all of their lives. What he didn't know about big boy combat didn't exist. He punched the center in the face, a legal move that all on Earth would marvel over, then caught the ball as it squirted out of the big Templar mech's servos.
At that moment, the entire line of Simfur and that of Crater came together and pinioned in the middle holding the ball over his helm, Ultra Magnus was trapped.
Standing at the sidelines between Hardie and Jetta, Orion felt a burning desire to laugh loudly. Many were the fools that tried to tackle both him and Magnus only to find themselves gripping them around the chassis in a futile attempt to move either of them. It was as if Magnus was a mountain in the middle of a seething glacier of arms and legs.
The ball would take a scaffold and climbing gear to get out of Magnus's giant servo.
In the stands, Ratchet and Prowler were making the usual spectacle of arguing, jumping on each other and beating the slag about the head and shoulders when it was recommended. The camera lovingly got all of it including the frowning face of Ravel, the boisterously laughing Miler and the feistiness of Docker as she attempted to climb over the seats to mix it up with a fan down the row who was making loud lip noises about Raptor.
Children were sitting on arms pointing to things and asking questions. Down on the field, Sunspot, Bos, Reflector and Co-D stood on a bench to watch while two dogs, three tiny cows and a bug huddled together in a big pile under it. They were discussing things on the field as 'coaches' and 'good luck charms' of this and one other team. Later this afternoon, they would lend their luster to the Kaon Kavaliers vs Helex.
The scrum was getting nowhere until Magnus slipped and down into the melee he fell. Out of the view of everyone watching, the real show was going on. Stepping all over Magnus, his legs, arms and chassis (on purpose mostly) while someone punched his face unmercifully, mechs did their thing and it was brutal.
That was when Magnus rose up out of the scrum in a blind rage and began to toss, swing and punch back.
"Oh, my. I think that Magnus is having a moment," Ratchet said with a giant smile. "That mech is on the future bond list."
Prowl who was watching with a critical optic, noting both great skill and a desire to maim in the technique that Magnus was using glanced at Ratchet. "He's a son-in-law. Really?" he asked.
Ratchet nodded. "I like my boys big."
Prowl grinned slightly. "You're singing to the choir, loon."
They both laughed loudly.
=0=Down below
The humans watched the conflagration with awe and no small amount of flinching. It was instructive to watch a frame as big as Magnus bring the hurt like he was doing. Two giant mechanisms from Simfur were slugging it out side-by-side against Magnus who'd given the ball to Nitro. That big mechanism made it halfway down the field before getting run off the pitch,
It was then that the multitude of cameras found their way back to the main show, Magnus of Iacon v Taggle and Jet of Slaughter City. It was brutal.
=0=On the sidelines
"What do you think?" a ref asked a line judge.
"I put shanix on Magnus with the family," the line judge replied.
The ref glanced at him with a slight frown. "You're betting on a game you're judging?"
"Yeah," the judge said. "Great isn't it."
The ref nodded. "Put me down for what you're betting."
"Magnus?" the judge asked.
"Yeah," the ref replied as the LEGAL fist fight continued.
=0=In the Crater side of the field
"I think they pushed his last button," Jetta said with a chuckle.
Orion nodded. "I do agree. It would not be for the first time."
Both of them caught memories floating upward of Deion Magnus taking down armadas of youngling mechs whose only strategy to neutralize his play was to break him into kindling. It was never Deion who headed home in a satchel after a game no matter how hard they tried.
Jetta grinned. "Just like old home week."
Orion grinned. "I am closer to home than you are and I agree."
Jetta glanced at Orion who wore the pretender gear here as well. "Where was I when you came here … sort of. Its like you jumped time."
Orion nodded. "I know." He glanced at Jetta. "You were in jail. Strikes are frowned upon. Remember?"
Jetta grinned. "I remember. I also remember not giving a frag."
"I remember that, too," Orion said as both of them jumped in front of the mesmerized children to prevent a huge mech from smashing them flat.
One down and one to go.
=0=Magnus
Blind fury had risen up in Deion aka (The) Ultra Magnus, a name given to him by respectful gangsters who had felt his wrath more than once. He was the Ultra Magnus in his family, all of whom were as big as he was but less ferocious. His elders seldom got into fights because they were big, really loved and had fists as big as wrecking balls. Sometimes you didn't have to fight to discourage the possibility. All of them were his size.
Given their family last name was Magnus, that they were all giants and that Deion was the scrappiest and (slightly) biggest one of all, the gangsters and kids called him (The) Ultra Magnus. It stuck and was his revolutionary name. He still bore it in honor of his family who were missing like everyone else's. It was his monument to them though those close to him still called him Deion.
Many were the big frames that had gentle natures and hated fighting with a fury. Having some over energized mech, usually a shrimp, stagger over to you when you're minding your own business to pick a fight with the 'biggest mech in the room' got on the nerves now and again.
It also helped hone your ability to fight and make believers out of the slaggers whose sense disappeared about the third beer.
He began to walk the slagger back and with a big upper cut sent him flying over the line. As he stood there seething with satisfaction, a line judge walked to him to restart the game. He touched Magnus on the arm and for his trouble, he found himself flying teacup over peds into the wall where the other two sat watching the birdies sing.
Orion who watched the judge fly over his helm glanced at a marveling Jetta. "Oh-oh," he said with a grin.
=0=TBC 10-20-2020 10-25-2020
ESL:
Athenaeum Sanctorum: (Ah-theh-nee-um sank-tor-um) This is the hidden place where all of the material etc of the Primes is kept. A guardian is appointed to keep it safe. In one of the cartoons, perhaps the combiner war one, Optimus Primal was the latest and perhaps the last guardian in that story.