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Time remaining: 1 month
Magnia rubbed her helm and sighed, staring unhappily at the horde amassed in front of the Well of the Allspark. After another month, Unicron's forces were finally assembled: the dead Terrorcons and the Vehicons. All that remained to be done was to inform Unicron and the attack would begin.
"Well, what are you sitting there for?" Starscream crossed his arms. "Go tell Lord Unicron that his army is ready."
Unicron had appointed both Magnia and Starscream as his second in command, and the result was Magnia being forced to "work with" the arrogant seeker. She wasn't really working with him; more like he was being bossy and lazy, and she had chosen to ignore him and get things done herself.
"Well?" Starscream said impatiently. "Aren't you going?"
"I will go when I am good and ready, Starscream."
"You disrespectful twit!" the seeker sputtered indignantly. "I'm going to-"
"Do what?" Magnia said calmly. "I'm not some Vehicon you can boss around; we are at the same position, unfortunately. If you wish to inform Unicron that his army is amassed, you are welcome to go yourself. I would prefer to wait a few more minutes."
"...You are exactly like your father," Starscream grumbled, but was silent.
Magnia wondered which father he was talking about.
After about five more tense minutes of silence, Magnia sighed resignedly and went to go find Unicron. The Autobots had not appeared to defend the Well.
She found Unicron on the far left flank, overseeing the formation of the Vehicons. He was still possessing Megatron's body, and his form looked quite ragged.
She approached cautiously, "Lord?"
"Yes?"
"Forgive my asking but...have you consumed any energon lately?"
"Such a foolish question," Unicron simmered. "What need have I for the life essence of my enemy, Primus?"
"Apologies, my lord," Magnia paled. Unicron was practically starving Megatron's body. Once he left, Megatron would probably offline.
"What news do you bring?" Unicron asked, and Magnia shook herself.
"Your army is ready, Lord Unicron," she sighed. "They await your command to march on the Well."
"Excellent," he nodded. "Prepare to..."
He trailed off, staring at something over her shoulder.
Magnia whirled around and smiled a little when she spotted the Nemesis that the Autobots had stolen from the Decepticons approaching determinedly.
Unicron was not so pleased, cursing into Megatron's commlink, :Decepticons, prepare to attack!:
The first wave, the Terrorcons, rushed at the hovering Nemesis, and in response the Autobots opened fire. However, as the Terrorcons advanced the Nemesis was shot down, spiraling to the ground in a heated blaze.
The Autobots emerged from the broken aircraft and charged the oncoming Vehicons. Meanwhile Predaking, Darksteel, and Skylynx arrived and began to halt the advance of the horde of deceased Terrorcons.
Ratchet glanced up worriedly as the Predacons struggled to hold back their ancestors, and wondered how Optimus and Ironhide were faring.
"Optimus, where am I flyin' this thing?" Ironhide grumbled. He was piloting Ultra Magnus' ship through space at Optimus' direction.
"We are going to Theta Scorpii to retrieve the Allspark." Optimus said calmly, and was surprised when the weapons specialist whirled around.
"The actual Allspark?!"
Optimus nodded "It was hidden there many centuries ago. We will need it for the Well of the Allspark to become fully reactivated."
Ironhide sat back in the pilot's chair. "The actual Allspark..." he mumbled in awe. He frowned at the radar screen, "Optimus there's an incomin' plasma storm."
"Fly quicker then."
Ironhide raised an optic ridge, "Ya want me to fly directly towards a plasma storm?"
"That is what I meant, Ironhide."
Ironhide sighed, "Fine. Hold on."
He zoomed forward quickly, dodging floating asteroids. They were soon at Theta Scorpii, and Optimus flew quickly out of the ship, leaving Ironhide behind.
As the minutes passed, Ironhide grew worried. The plasma storm was so close now, he could see it rolling towards the ship.
"Come on, big guy," he urged. The ship was beginning to warm at the heat of the oncoming storm, and Optimus was still nowhere to be seen.
Finally, when Ironhide was worried he would have to leave without him, the Prime shot out from behind an asteroid and sped toward the ship, the storm hot on his heels.
He catapulted into the ship as Ironhide slammed on the gas, racing to get away from the storm. They barely outran the storm, and it singed the hull of Ultra Magnus' ship, but they were intact.
Ironhide turned in his chair to congratulate Optimus, only to notice the container the Prime clutched in his arms.
He sucked in a breath, "Is that the...?"
Optimus nodded wordlessly as the container's contents glowed a pure blue.
"Wow," Ironhide whispered.
"Ironhide, we must return to the battlefield," Optimus reminded him.
Ironhide pried his optics away and nodded, resuming steering the ship, "We'd better hurry. They could probably use our help."
The fighting continued on the battlefield, while the Predacons struggled to hold back the swarm of zombified Terrorcons, and the Autobots below them attacked the Vehicons.
Unicron halted suddenly, and Magnia, who was fighting near him, asked, "What is it, my lord?"
"I sense the presence of the Allspark," Unicron turned his optics to the sky, where Ultra Magnus' ship was just coming into view.
Optimus jumped out of the ship to attack at the same time Unicron shot at it, knocking the Prime off balance. He dropped to the ground, rolled, and came up in front of Unicron, attacking with momentum.
Magnia backed away a little, watching the brawl out of the corner of her optic as she continued fighting.
Unicron smashed Optimus with a powerful uppercut, sending him sprawling onto his back. Unicron grinned as he held his blade up to the helpless Prime's neck, but his victory was short lived as he was tackled by a blur of yellow.
"Bumblebee?" Magnia whispered, glancing behind her, to where her sparkmate was furiously defending Optimus against Unicron's attacks.
"Insolent scout!" Unicron roared, swinging his blade. "Do you realize who you are fighting? You have no chance!"
"Won't...let you...hurt him," Bee growled, deflecting Unicron's blows with his own sword.
Unicron lunged forward suddenly and slashed his blade across Bumblebee's chassis.
"No!" Optimus yelled, and Magnia watched in horror as Bumblebee crashed to the ground, bleeding heavily, his optics closed.
Unicron grinned and eyed Magnus' crashed ship, where Arcee and Bulkhead were trying to help Ironhide out of the wreckage.
Optimus caught his gaze and his optics widened. Before Unicron could do anything, Optimus sped off to the ship, his intent to secure the Allspark. Unicron was hot on his heels as he scooped up the Allspark and tried to fly towards the Well.
By now the Predacons could no longer hold back their ancestors, and the horde of Terrorcons poured into the Well, intent on destroying Primus.
Optimus nearly reached the Well when Unicron reached forward and grabbed his ped, dragging him to the ground. The Allspark container bounced out of his servos, and he reached for it, but Unicron got there first.
Cackling triumphantly, Unicron opened the Allspark container to devour its contents, only to find the vessel empty.
Unicron only had a moment of confusion before the vessel began to suck his anti-spark into itself. With a scream of protest from Unicron, the container sucked him into itself, trapping him there.
As the vessel sealed, Unicron's connection to the Terrorcons was broken, and they disintegrated just before reaching Cybertron's core.
Without Unicron's influence, Megatron was also released from his imprisonment inside himself.
He rose unsteadily to his peds as Starscream grinned.
"Welcome back, my lord."