We'll be meeting some more Autobots and learning new things. I hope you enjoy and be sure to review!
(A few hours before Cade left for England, somewhere in the Caribbean)
Moving through the water was a large, blue Lockheed Martin Littoral Combat Ship (LCS), followed by a white and blue Landing Craft Air Cushion (LCAC), which was carrying a blue Land System OMC Ratel IFV. Flying above them was a dark grey Mil Mi-24 Helicopter. Riding on top of the LCS were Wheeljack and Daytrader. The group was heading straight towards a small island.
"You're sure this is where you detected it?" Wheeljack asked over the roaring water.
The junker nodded. "Two days before I visited you guys, my scanners picked up a brief energy spike before it was hidden by a jammer. I matched the same signal as the Axalon. It was coming from this island. The place is completely uninhabited and is in the middle of nowhere, the perfect place for a large Cybertronian ship to be."
"Well, let's hope so. This could be our big break in finding a ride for everyone." Commented Wheeljack as they reached the island.
The ships moved closer towards the shallow end, allowing Wheeljack, Daytrader and Breacher, the Ratel, to get off and walk on the sandy ground. They were followed by the LCS and LCAC transformed into Depthcharge and Sea Spray respectively. Skyhammer, the Mi-24, changed next and landed beside his fellow Autobots.
"Okay" Depthcharge said, the largest mech there looking around. "Where do we start first?"
Pulling out a scanner-like device, Daytrader pointed to the left. "This way, I'm picking up a faint signal." He said as he began guiding the others.
"I still can't believe that something as big as the Axalon was hidden here these past three years." Depthcharge commented as he scanned the surrounding area.
"It was invented by the Knights of Cybertron during the Dynasty of the Primes, and later improved when Sentinel Prime unified Cybertron. To be here and remain undetected wouldn't be much of a surprise." Wheeljack commented.
A few minutes later, the group found the Axalon. The large vessel of the Knights was half on the beach, with the other half in the water. The hull showed multiple areas of damage, caused by Omega's attack back in Hong Kong. Coral, starfish, seaweed, barnacles and other sea life were attached to the bottom of the ship. Finally, there were several Cybertronian bodies hanging from the ship or lying on the beach, Lockdown's mercenaries.
"Huh. It's not as bad as I thought it would be." Daytrader commented as he stared at the vessel's condition.
"The outside that is. We have no idea what the damage on the inside is like." Skyhammer added.
"That's what we're going to find out. Skyhammer, take to the air and patrol the ship from the outside. Keep us inform if anything comes up." Depthcharge ordered.
The silver flyer nodded before transforming and took to the air. The other five Autobots began their trek into the Axalon. Before he entered, Wheeljack spotted something from the corner of his optics. As an inventor, he had a knack for spotting damages or repairs, and he could clearly spot a section of the ship's exterior, a part of the hull, that had recently been fixed, the hole having been covered up. Or at least, it looked like it had been fixed, though judging how the hole was smooshed, it might have become like that when the ship crashed. Shaking his head, Wheeljack followed the rest inside.
(Outskirts of London, England)
To say the flight was uncomfortable was an understatement. It was hot, cramped, no bathroom onboard, no drinks or food, the pilot was some kind of robot ninja butler, and Cade was fairly sure that the old, World War 2 bomber would come apart any second. It was definitely not one of Cade's most favorite moments.
Fortunately, the flight came to an end after several hours. The trio were now walking up a drive way towards and old castle in the middle of a wide, open grass field. The castle looked like it was pulled straight out of some King Arthur story. The walls were spotted with moss and vines. It just held the vibe of being old yet sturdy. At the end of the driveway was an older gentleman, a dark greenish Mark IV World War One tank and a…giant robot bug that had a leash around its neck. The old man was holding it as if it were a dog. The tank rolled up to them before transforming. It soon took the form of a bulky mech around the same height as Bumblebee, with a cannon sticking up from his back. He had a blue face mask and a white helm.
"Ah, good you're here." The man said to Cade. "Cogman told me about Adam. I hope the boy recovers. Besides that, did you have a pleasant flight?"
"It was the worst flight of my life." Cade said dryly. "Now would you mind explaining to me as to why psycho ninja here" he jabbed a thumb at Cogman, who took the leash from the old man. "just flew me halfway across the world saying that I'm needed and stuff? And what the hell does Adam have to do with this?"
The old man chuckled. "All in due time, Mr. Yeager. All in due time. We're still waiting for a few more people."
Cade didn't seem happy but complied. He took note of the transformed tank, who was currently speaking with Bumblebee in their native language. "So, what's with Mr. Tank here? You run some kind of sanctuary for Cybertornians?" He asked.
"You could call it that. When Cemetery Wind became active and began hunting all Cybertronians, I opened my doors for any Autobots that my message could reach. Guzzle here being one of them." The old man said, gesturing to the tank. The metal insect let out a hiss. "Oh, and Bob too. He's an Insecticon who arrived with some of the recent refugees. Don't worry, he'll only kill you if you're a threat, or if he doesn't like you."
Cade glanced at the Insecticon, who was busy purring as Cogman scratched him behind the antennas. "Right…" Cade said.
"There are several more inside. I have all those that arrive hide as older vehicles; it lets me claim them as part of my collection." The man continued. "But, we're getting off topic. You wish to know why you're here."
"Uh, yeah. If I don't get answers soon, I'm walking." Cade said.
"Ah, but you want know, don't you? Why you" The old man moved Cade's sleeve up with his cane to reveal the talisman latched onto Cade's upper arm, "and that are so important?"
The whine of a sport car's engine caught their attention. It echoed around them, getting louder as it approached from the driveway. "Ah" The old man said. "I do so love perfect timing."
A Lamborghini Centenario stopped a way down the driveway. The hood opened and shot out a woman. The Centenario began to transform in a break dance style into a black and orange mech. Cade looked on with amusement as the woman freaked out, even using a golf club as a weapon.
"Is this a kidnapping in progress or her first Transformers experience?" Cade asked the old man.
After a moment of silence, the older male replied, "A bit of both, actually."
The three Cybertronians and two humans watched in amusement as the black and orange mech tried to calm the woman. Instead, she only freaked out more. She even hit his servo with the golf club, breaking the club in half. When the woman fell backwards and rolled down the little hill by the driveway, the mech gave a shrug to the others. "She is very difficult!" He said in a thick French accent.
"Well" The old man turned to face Cade, "how about we go inside? Proper introductions can be made then. I'll have Cogman escort you to your room, clothes already there. The ones you're currently wearing appear to have seen better days." He said as he took Bob from Cogman. Cade looked down and noticed his clothes were slightly torn and dirty. Reluctantly, the inventor followed the Cybertronian butler.
(Junkyard)
Prowl was walking through the base, his processors going back to the last few minutes. Most of the Autobots had recovered from their injuries. Several of them were outside, using wrecked vehicles as target practice. The Wreckers, Grindcore and Fixit were busy repairing the base defense systems. The femmes and Jolt were checking on the sparklings, making sure they were not hurt in anyway during the whole fiasco. They were also working on plans in the event something like that happened again. It wasn't spoken out loud, but everyone could feel it; a fight was coming. A big one, and they wanted to be prepared, not wanting to be caught unaware as they were in the past.
Prowl stopped by the medical room, where Ratchet was overlooking a still unconscious Adam. The hybrid had several tubes stuck to him, as well as an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. Monitors nearby were showing his vitals and other stats.
"How is he?" The lieutenant asked Ratchet.
Without looking from his work, the medical officer replied, "Well, his vitals are stable, and his injuries have completely healed, and I can find no other anomalies for the moment…"
"I'm sensing a but coming." Commented Prowl.
Sighting, Ratchet moved his optics towards Prowl. "Adam has shown no signs of waking. To be honest, I still have very little understanding of his physiology, a mix of human and Cybertronian. What's more, he lost a lot of blood, but I don't know if he will accept either a energon or a blood transfusion. I was thinking of trying to scan his brain, seeing if I can somehow upload his memories, like how one would do with a CPU but…"
"But you can't risk it since we don't fully understand." Prowl finished off. "Optimus would not approve of risking another living being, even if it were for their sake. Continue monitoring him for now. If you feel like there is no other choice, you have my permission, Ratchet."
The green yellow mech nodded and proceeded to get back to work. Before Prowl left, though, Ratchet said one last thing. "I forget to mention, Elita has been wanting to speak to you. She should be in the sparkling care center."
Knowing what she wanted to discuss, Prowl merely continued his walk, this time heading towards the daycare center. Due to the reconfiguration of the transport ship to base, he had to exit the base and walk outside to reach his destination. That enabled Prowl to spare a glance at what some of the others were doing.
"The damn cannons didn't do nuthin!" Hound complained to Leadfoot. The commando and wreckers were currently next to one of the laser sentries that made up the base defense perimeter. The large green mech was chewing on his cigar. "All it did was give those Cons a few scratches. I could've done more damage on my own."
"The damn things weren't designed for heavy engagement!" Retorted Leadfoot, helping Roadbuster weld the cannon's head to the main body. "Not enough energon for full power, and Prowl wanted the stealth system full operational anyway. Sides', they made sure the Cons couldn't find the young ones, eh?" Steeljaw barked in agreement, the cyberwolf standing beside his owner.
"If ya gonna complain, Hound, then get yer aft outta of here!" Roadbuster shouted back.
Topspin, who was holding a wrench, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we're having enough problems as it is!"
Grumbling, Hound sulked off. Prowl's attention shifted to Cliffjumper, Skids, Mudflap, Longarm and Salvage. The five Autobots were sitting in a circle, conversing with each other.
"Yo, dat big fool was crazy! We an't seen any bad robotz dat big since Devasta." Skids commented.
"Yah, and dat bitch waz big!" Added Mudflap.
Cliffjumper snorted. "Gotta admit, we would've been scrap if Ultra Magnus hadn't arrived when he did. The weapons that freak had were nothing I've ever seen before."
"That's new. Usually, you're all gung ho about taking on any Con that gets in your way." Longarm noted.
"Even I'm not that rowdy. I know when to move forward and pull back." Cliffjumper said.
Salvage nodded. "I hear that. We were just lucky that we managed to get the drop on the Cons before that. Or maybe because they were so weak."
"I'd have to go with both. I've fought many Cons, and I could tell some of those guys were not high-level fighters." Cliffjumper commented. "Ask me, Megatron is low on good troops."
Prowl kept walking, leaving them to their conversation. He soon reentered the base and made his way towards the daycare center. As he walked, he past by Grindcore and Fixit. The two were carrying supplies. "Hey, Prowl. We're almost done with updating the new security system." Grindcore reported as Fixit waved at the lieutenant.
"Good work. Keep me posted." Replied Prowl.
A few minutes later, Prowl arrived at the daycare center. The femmes and sparklings were there, along with Ironhide, Canopy, Sqweeks and Izabella. Sqweeks and Canopy were helping the femmes by keeping the sparklings occupied, and Ironhide was showing Izzy, the girl holding Sidelock, a holo-image of a five-year old Annabelle, his former charge.
"This is when Annabelle had gotten a new Nerf Gun for her birthday. Wanted to try and shoot some Decepticons. Naturally I couldn't let her, so I made some out of old cardboard boxes. Hit everyone of them with ease." Ironhide said to the young girl. Sidelock squeaked, sucking his her fingers as he stared at the image.
Prowl was distracted when something hit his leg. Looking down, the Lieutenant saw it was Ramjump. The turquoise colored mechling was happily banging a rattle on the mech's foot.
"Ramjump, that is not nice." Elita chided, walking over to pick-up the sparkling. The little mech clicked in annoyance, not happy that his 'fun' was ruined. "Why don't you go play with Firefly and Gasket at the castle." The purple femme suggested as she put Ramjump near said sparklings. Arcee took over as she gently guided the mechling towards the structure, where several sparklings were sticking their heads out of.
Once that was done, Elita swiveled around, glaring at Prowl. "We need to talk. Now." The femme ordered as she walked out of the room. Prowl quietly followed.
When the two were out of hearing range, Prowl started first. "I assume this is about Optimus." He said.
"It is" Elita replied. "Lately I've been feeling pain. Or rather, the pain Optimus has been feeling, through our sparkbond. I was never comfortable with him going after the ones who hired Lockdown, but"
"It's almost impossible to stop Prime once he has his processors set." Prowl finished.
"I know that better than anyone, Prowl." Elita remarked. "I want the truth. I know that you and Jazz were discussing something related to Optimus with Ultra Magnus. Make no mistakes, I understand the need for secrecy, given the current moral here. But this is my sparkmate, I deserve to know."
Quiet for a moment, Prowl relented. Elita was right, she above anyone knew what might have befallen Optimus. "Magnus believes that Optimus may have been captured, taken to Cybertron that is currently moving. If that's true, we hope Magnus will be able to save Prime and the Protectobots."
Elita remained quiet, but you could see in her optics that she was surprised and worried about this bit of news. However, she managed to remain calm and give a nod to Prowl. "Thank you, Prowl. I admit I do not feel cheered up by this, but I am grateful that I at least know what is going on." She said before returning to the daycare.
"Elita" Prowl said, catching the femme's attention. "If Prime truly is in danger, we can rely on Ultra Magnus to save him. He wasn't Optimus's number two for nothing. And if not, I've received word Wheeljack that they found the Axalon. I know they can get it working."
Though she didn't respond, Elita gave a grateful nod before heading back inside. She picked up a waddling Dusthorn who was about to leave the daycare.
(Burton's Castle)
While Cade was being taken to a room where spare clothes were, Hot Rod and Guzzle took Bumblebee to meet the others. The castle had clearly been redesigned to hold numerous large objects, to serve as a resting place for Burton's 'collection'. Like Guzzle, the other Autobots were also disguised as old vehicles, to better keep them hidden from TRF.
Located in an inner courtyard were the rest of the refugees. The first was Kup, a veteran Cybertronian and the unofficial leader of the group. He had scanned a bluish-grey Chevrolet G506 and had a cigar in his mouth. After him was Sunstreaker, much to Bumblebee's surprise. The golden mech was Sideswipe's twin brother, and the owner of Bob. He had scanned a Lamborghini Miura, much to the vain Autobot's annoyance. He always did like the latest models. After him was Trailbreaker, a large black Autobot, like Hound and Ironhide, but less bulky, possessing a built in forcefield. His alt mode was an Austin K5. Next up was the former racer Clocker, who had rockets attached to the back of his shoulders, elbows and heels, with a light blue Clan Crusader as his alt mode. Then there was Perceptor, a brilliant scientist who had scanned a red and black Willys Jeep Station Wagon. Autobot chief surgeon Hoist was beside him. Like Trailbreaker, he was also tall, but not bulky, and had a dark green Toyota Stout for his disguise. Smokescreen, diversionary tactician, was next. The mech had a blue and red Datsun DC-3 for his disguise.
There were also three flyers among the group too. The first up was Highbrow, another old Cybertronian, as well as a former Seeker and friend of the late Jetfire. The tall mech had scanned a sage green Lockheed P-38 Lightning long ago. Unlike the others, he seemed to like his current alt mode. After him was Wingblade, the aerial version of Ironhide, the flyer possessing the second largest Decepticon kills. His current mode was a grey Hawker Hurricane with lime green trims. The third flyer was Whirl, a one-optic Autobot like Camshaft, with pincer-like fingers. His alt mode was a white Westland WS-51 Dragonfly.
There were two more Autobots, Knock Out and Windcharger. But they were patrolling London and the surrounding area of the mansion, so they were not present at the time. Hot Rod said he already informed them of the current situation and they sent their greetings.
"It's good to see ya, lad!" Kup said cheerfully, with an Irish accent, as he patted the yellow scout on the back. Bumblebee let out chirps as he greeted him and the others. "Was wondering when Burton was going to bring you lot here."
Sunstreaker was scratching underneath Bob's chin, pleasing the Insecticon. "Glad to hear that Sides still kicking. Hey, do you have a holo-image of his alt mode?" The golden mech asked.
Groans filled the courtyard. "C'mon, Sunny! You just want to scan a newer model." Whirl commented, the one-optic Autobot sounding exasperated.
"Can you blame me?" Sunstreaker asked as Bumblebee brought up an image of Sideswipe in his 2017 Corvette Stingray Convertible alt mode. With glee, Sunstreaker swiftly scanned the image (he'd made sure to have the advanced scanner, so he could even scan images of vehicles that caught his interest), before transforming into a now golden version of the convertible. Bob hissed in approval at his master's new alt mode. "If I'm going to remain in hiding, I want to have the best look ever."
"Ugh, young ones these days." Highbrow muttered, crossing his arms. "Back in my day, it was all about usefulness, rather than appearance. I know Jetfire would agree with me, Primus rest his spark."
Kup chuckled. "Can't disagree with you there, Highbrow. The lads have always been picky about their appearances. Reminds me of a mission I took, where the team had to pick suitable disguises to blend in. Took us forever to find ones we'd approved of."
"All I care about is getting an alt mode that will let me deploy my weapons at their full potential." Wingblade said, turning his hands into his six-barreled plasma rotary cannons.
As the others began to converse, Bumblebee headed over towards a window that connected to the room where the humans were meeting. Cade, Burton and Cogman were already inside. The inventor was examining the place. The room had a few paintings on the wall. One was from about the World War One era and another was from medieval times. The only connection that each painting had was that they had a Transformer in it. As Cade sat down on a nearby chair, Burton near an open window in the corner, while Cogman was setting out cups for tea.
"Ah, Cade" the Burton acknowledged his appearance. "We're just waiting for Ms. Vivian now."
Moments later, Cade heard the telltale sound of high heels tapping rhythmically on hardwood floor. The end of a black dress caused him to look up. He blinked, eyes widening as if he if someone just slapped him. The woman who had just been freaking out nearly half an hour ago was now calm and composed. She wore a stylish black dress that outline the curves of her body tastefully.
"Hey, what's up?" Was the first thing Cade said. Viviane gave him a brief glance that clearly read as 'oh, please'.
"Now then" Burton said as Viviane sat on another couch. "Since everyone is now here, I believe introductions are finally in order. I am Edmund Burton. Twelfth Earl of Folgan and last surviving member of the Order of Witwiccans."
That's when Hot Rod chose to poke his helm through a nearby window. That gained the attention of Viviane who asked, "Must he loom like that?"
The black and orange mech did an exaggerate bow. "Bonjour, chérie! Je M'appelle Hot Rôd."
Viviane was unable to figure out what he was saying due to his accent. "Ut what?"
"Hot Rôd." The mech repeated.
"Hut Rud?"
"Hot Rôd!"
It was Burton who came to the rescue. "Hot. Rod." The mech nodded in relief. "It's his French accent."
Viviane made an 'ah' sound before asking. "Is he French?"
"No, he just likes the accent." Burton answered.
However, Hot Rod did not seem to agree. "Non! No, no, no, I HATE the accent! But I can't get rid of it! I'm stuck with the accent!" He complained to Bumblebee, who chuckled along with the other Autobots.
"He's a soldier, Miss Viviane" Burton explained. "He swore an oath to your father to protect you."
"Oh" Was all Viviane could say after hearing that.
"Some dad you got there." Cade commented, getting the woman's attention. "That's a nice ride. I mean, you could ride up to Buckingham Palace in that thing."
Viviane rolled her eyes. "Okay. You. American man. Shut it." Cade jerked back as she looked to Burton. "What am I doing here?"
"Yeah, why is she here?" Cade asked.
"Introductions" Burton said. "Miss Viviane Wembly: Master of History, Oxford; Doctor of Philosophy, also Oxford; and Doctor of Letters, Oxford again, I think. Anything else? Anyway, meet Cade."
Cade waited for him to continue. But when Burton didn't, Cade took it upon himself to do so instead. "Yeager. Cade Yeager. I'm an inventor."
Raising an eyebrow, Viviane looked at Cade. "You're an inventor?"
"Yes, I am"
"What have you invented?"
"A lot of things."
"Like?"
"Like a lot of things." Cade repeated. "Like things you've heard of."
That just made Viviane repeated her previous question.
"Well, things that you will have heard of. Patents are pending." Cade explained.
"Ah" That was Viviane's response.
Cade looked at her. "'Ah'? What's 'ah'? You know I can do that too: 'ah, I'm English and I'm too cool for feelings." He looked at Burton. "What? Did I come here to be insulted by some over-educated Ivy tower princess in a stripper dress?"
Burton gave a highly amused expression at that. "Stripper?"
Viviane who, rather than be insulted, also seemed amused. "Only in America is a finer education an insult. And if my dress is making you uncomfortable, then maybe I should take it off."
Cade blinked, clearly not expecting that, just looked at her blankly before simply responding with, "Ok"
On the other side of the room, Cogman's right optic twitched. He jumped over the table and lunged at Cade, knocking the chair he was in onto the ground. Cogman then began choking the inventor. "Shall I tear his head off, madam?" The butler mech asked.
"Tempting" Viviane replied in amusement, "but I can defend my own honor."
"Oh, but I do so want to crush his windpipe!" Cogman said, hands still around Cade's neck.
"I told you, Cogman, you need to learn to control that impulse." Burton said in exasperation. "You're a Headmaster for god's sake, try and channel it into other things."
At last, Cogman released Cade, who began taking in large gulps of air. "Yes, my lord. Like making beds. Or cooking food. Maybe even polishing the silver." Cogman muttered as he bent down and lifted Cade's chair back up into the correct position. "I am trying, my lord."
Once he was able to breathe normally again, Cade sent a glare towards Cogman. "And while we're on the focus of the crazy ninja butler." Cade said as he looked at Burton. "How the hell does he know Adam? He said he met the kid when he was a baby."
Viviane did not seem to know who Adam was, but Burton did. "Ah, yes, I was hoping you'd ask that." Burton said as he began walking to another room, ushering Cade and Viviane to follow. "It can be explained better if you'd follow me."
The first room was dining room, filled with paintings of various members. "These are my predecessors, all of them Folgans before me. However, the answers to your questions are in here." Burton explained as he kept walking.
The next room was indeed quite a sight. Paintings and statues all over. Cade saw more transformers in paintings and pictures, even a few statues. Burton began listing off people who were part of the Witwiccans. Burton even kept one inside a bulletproof case and turned into a watch. "It was the one who killed Hitler." He added.
It honestly blew Cade's mind. All the people that Burton listed had kept the secret of the transformers on Earth. Burton even had a Witwiccan family tree that spanned back over forty generations all the way back to Merlin and Arthur. Even Viviane's father was a member, much to her shock. However, what got Cade's attention was the picture of a woman below Burton and Viviane's father. She was an attractive woman, looking around her late twenties to early thirties. She had long, wavy, brown hair and matching brown eyes. The inventor's eyes widened when underneath the picture, were the words that said, 'Lucy Nova'.
Noticing Cade's focus, Burton went into detail. "Lucy Nova, daughter of Emily Nova, an old friend of mine. Graduated from Harvard University. Majors: Electronics, Engineering, Architecture, Chemistry, Astrology and Sociology. Also, a member of the Witwiccan Order and later Sector Seven as an undercover agent, made head of studying the Allspark."
"Undercover?" Cade repeated. He had heard of Sector Seven, the predecessor of NEST before it was shutdown. "She was spying on S7?"
"Yes, to learn what they had discovered about the Cybertronians and make sure that the Allspark never fell into the wrong hands. She left when she was discovered she was pregnant. I helped with her financial needs during the first few years when Lucy was raising Adam. Before the battle at Hong Kong, I had thought Adam had died with his mother." Burton said, his voice taking a sad tone. It was clear the old man had thought fondly of Lucy.
"But, let us get back on track." Burton said. "See, it all began in 480 A.D. when King Arthur and his wizard Merlin stared down and vanquished the Saxon hordes at Monbadon." He then pointed to a set of weapons on a table. "Those are his sword and shield there."
He then led the two outside into the inner courtyard, Cogman following them. They passed by the Autobots. A few waved at them while the rest were listening to Bumblebee's stories of what had happened at Hong Kong.
"The myth of Arthur and Merlin are just that, a myth." Viviane retorted.
"And every myth, every legend, every story whispered around a campfire has a logical explanation." Burton replied.
"And I whole-heartedly agree with that, but logic has left the building. You're talking about magic now." Said Viviane with a frown.
Cade scoffed. "What, like your walking, talking Lamborghini? Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." He said.
Viviane raised an eyebrow at the line. "Arthur C. Clark. Impressive." She admitted while Cade smirked.
Burton soon guided them inside a building that looked like a church. The ceiling and windows were high up. It held an air of importance. And in the center of the building was a uniquely crafted table. A round table exactly, and its grey, metallic material reflected the light that seeped through the windows. Burton walked over towards the table, gently running his fingers across it.
Looking at Cade and Viviane, Burton said, "This place was built around the original Round Table." He began. "Percival, Tristan, Gawain, Lancelot and Arthur. They all sat here, twelve in all. And behind them were the Twelve that came from Cybertron. Twelve alien knights who saw in Camelot what humanity could be at its finest, a race of honor." Burton ran his hand over a piece of armor on a chair. Like the table, the armor also shined, giving it a divine appearance almost. "This belonged to Arthur himself. Legend says that when a time of great peril for both humanity and Cybertronian, the one dubbed 'The Last Knight' and the descendant of Merlin, would help the one known as the Prime of Life. A being who would carry the blood of both King Arthur and Primus and save our worlds."
He pointed his cane at Viviane. "You, Ms. Viviane, are the descendant of Merlin, just like your father." Than he shifted his attention at Cade, or more precise, the talisman on the man's arm. "That talisman, is said to be the key the knight would need to awaken to Prime of Life. And since it has chosen you, I believe that you Cade Yeager, are the Last Knight, the one who will guide the Prime of Life to his destiny."
Both Viviane and Cade were silent for a moment, the former having a hard time even believing what she perceived as nonsense, while the latter's thoughts were on something. "Wait a minute, you said the Prime of Life would be of both Arthur and Primus's blood. That would mean that they would be part human and Cybertronian. But, the only person I know who's like that is…" Cade's sentence trailed off as he put the pieces together.
"Exactly" Burton answered, seeing the realization in Cade's eyes. "Adam Nova who like his mother and grandmother, is a descendant of Arthur. And through the powers of the Allspark, a fraction of Primus's spark, is the Prime of Life."
Duh, duh, duh! And there you have it folks! Adam's true identity revealed. Next chapter will be the car chase with some extras in it. Please be sure to leave a review!