I do not own Transformers. All original Transformers belong to rightful owners!
I also do not own ANY songs, name brands or media used in this story (Don't Sue me please!).
I DO own Celestial Jazmine Jackson and her cat Minty...and the plot.
Props to; Hazeleyanna and Soulofdragonfire For following!
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Third person's POV
"M…Moonracer?" Arcee hissed in surprise.
"Hi Arcee. It's nice to see you again. The last time I saw you, you were barely old enough to fight! And look at you now! A skilled warrior!"
"You…you…this can't be possible! You died!" Arcee cried.
"What kind of deception is this?!" Chromia snarled as the bots stepped away from the new femme and raised their weapons.
"I can explain…" The femme said gently as she put up her hands in a placating manor.
"She's not the only one who can explain." Said the burly man that helped Celestial connect her phone to the ship. He too grabbed his necklace and exhaled slowly before transforming into a Cybertronian.
He was a little taller than Ironhide and he had strong, broad shoulders. His metal was a dull grey, and his face held a few scars. He looked at Ironhide with a gentle smile.
"What the frag…" Ironhide trailed off. He stepped back so fast he nearly fell over. The new mech chuckled gently while stabilizing the veteran.
"I haven't seen you since you were a youngling!"
"Ironhide, you know this guy?" Jazz asked cautiously.
"Course he does! His sire and I were great friends! Why I remember holding him when he was just a newspark! Fussy little thing! Purged energon all over my frame the first time I fed him!"
"What is happening?" Epps asked quietly. The new mech snorted a laugh before explaining.
"We're reuniting with old friends and family. The name's Praeliator. I've known this bundle of wires since before he could talk!"
"This can't be real. 'Ator offlined vorns before I became a mech. You…you can't…"
"Oh, can't I? When you were six vorns old you pretended to be sick so you could skip your studies at the academy. Your carrier and sire had to leave you alone for a full joor while they worked and asked me to check up on you."
Ironhide's optics went wide with alarm and remembrance as the mech continued.
"I walked in to see you dancing around with half your armor on, and your face stuffed with energon treats!" Somehow, despite the severe nervousness of everyone in the room, Sideswipe laughed.
"You saw him doing what?!" He laughed. Praeliator smirked before touching the side of his helm and projecting the video in question. The room stared at the footage of a much younger Ironhide bouncing and bopping about to music as he stuffed his face with several mini brightly colored cubes. Ironhide's jaw dropped as he saw himself swing his hips back and forth shaking his naked bottom. Sideswipe doubled over with his laughter, breaking nearly everyone out of their trance. Everyone stared at Ironhide and the new mech.
Praeliator snorted again as he turned the video off and looked at the mortified weapons specialist. "You ate so many of those damn sweets, you were truly ill when your parents got home. They barley had to scold you for what you did you were so miserable!"
Ironhide closed his mouth and clenched his jaw. Praeliator softened his expression. "Oh, come on now. It's okay." He said softly as Ironhide crashed into him and wrapped his arms around him tightly.
He felt betrayed and confused.
"You slagger! Sire said you offlined in a factory accident! How…?" He hissed angrily as he fought back tears.
"Well now. That's the thing. Your sire didn't want to lie to you. And I didn't want him to."
"So you faked your own demise?! WHY?!"
Praeliator sighed before looking over at Moonracer. "Well youngling, we didn't have much of a choice…"
"Will someone please explain what the fuck is going on?!" Will roared. The two new bots looked at him with wry smiles before turning back into their normal forms. "We will. But we need some help. Historacles, can you come here?" Cerulean asked.
"Certainly!" Said a thin man from the group. He wore large glasses had light brown skin, and fluffy auburn hair. He shuffled forward in a large forest green cloak.
"My name is Historacles. I am the tome keeper."
"Time keeper?" Will said skeptically.
"No, no. TOME keeper. Royal tome keeper in fact." The man said as he seemingly pulled a piece of white chalk out of thin air. On the floor he drew a large circle, and several rune-like drawings inside. He exhaled slowly as if he was out of shape before patting his pockets, shirt and cloak.
"Ah…shoot! Does anyone have a zipper I can barrow? I just need to get something…Ah you there!"
"Me?" Epps said cautiously as the man beckoned him closer.
"Yes you! You have many pockets! You should have at least one zipper on you somewhere!"
"Uh…only for my pants…" Epps said as he slowly tried to back away.
"That will do just fine! May I have it?"
"My pants?"
Historacles huffed and rolled his eyes.
"No! The zipper! I need the zipper from your pants!" Epps stared at the man confused until he sighed exasperatedly.
"Oh, will you come on! I don't have time for this! Hold still!" Historacles snapped as he reached for Epp's fly.
"Whoa! Ah! Stop that! Get away!"
"Hold still! I almost have it!"
"Let go of him you creep!" Will snapped as he stormed over only to watch in surprise as the man pulled the zipper from Epp's pants seamlessly. Epps stared in horror as he held his crotch. He suddenly realized that the fabric was smooth. There was no hole, or any other indication that there was a zipper on his pants before.
"Honestly! All that over a stupid zipper! Sheesh!" Historacles said as he pulled on both ends of the zipper making it stretch longer and longer like a piece of taffy.
"Whoa…" Epps hissed as he watched his zipper grow six feet long.
"Now then. I can finally get what I need out of here!" Historacles said as he swung the zipper over his shoulder like a fisherman casting a line. Much to many peoples surprise the top of the zipper stuck to thin air. Historacles then smoothed the zipper down seemingly attaching its bottom to thin air as well before he pulled on the zipper itself. What happened next surprised both the humans and the Autobots. Once the zipper was pulled down, Historacles spread it open and walked inside a room.
"What…?" Will said quietly as the man bumped around in the room before walking back towards the zipper opening.
"I knew I put her in here somewhere for safe keeping! Now where?" He trailed off as several bots and humans looked behind the zipper only to see nothing.
"Ah! That's right! There you are! Found her!" He crowed as he popped his head out of the hole.
"Found who?" Will asked angrily.
"Why the most important tome of all! The tome of Transnubian time!"
"The what with the what now?" Jazz asked as the man walked to the center of the circle. Everyone stared as a singular marble pilar rose from the ground and Historacles placed the book on it.
Suddenly the room darkened, and the book floated up and opened. Then it started to talk.
"Greetings. I am the tome of Transnubian time."
"Hello t-t-t. It's nice to see you again. Are you alright? Any damage? How's the new binding holding up?"
Historacles asked quickly as he walked around the pilar. Much to everyone's continued surprise, the book chuckled.
"I am quite well, thank you Historacles. My binding is fine. Though I am a bit…dusty."
"I'm sorry about that. I haven't had a chance to dust in there since the early 90's. "
"I understand. A lot has happened since we spoke last." The book said as it tilted upwards and turned towards the Autobots and N.E.S.T. members.
"Am I correct to assume that you would like me to relay our history?"
"You are correct as always, my dear. But, ah a brief history if you don't mind."
"Our audience is impatient?"
"Partially yes, but as you know, we've all been through a lot very recently and we'd like to get settled as soon as possible."
"Of course. Then let us begin." The book said as it laid flat, and pictures began to flow out of it.
"A brief history of Transnubia and its people will take approximately 15 to 20 minutes to explain. Please feel free to ask questions." The book said as it once again turned towards the Autobots and N.E.S.T. crew.
"To begin, we must go back in time several million years ago. The creator Goddess Celestius grew bored in her day-to-day activities. Wanting a challenge, she decided to create new life. She chose a large dead planet that orbited a blue star. For scale and reference, this dead planet that would later become Transnubia is roughly three times the size of Earth…" The book began.
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The creator Goddess was curious to see if the life she created on this dead planet could make this planet into something more. So, she took some water from a nearby moon, and made a pool of it. She mixed the water with the dirt on the surface of the dead planet until it formed a sturdy enough building material. She created two people from the mixture: a short, stockier male and an average build thin wispy male. Once she was through molding their bodies, she breathed life and intelligence into the two men. The two were very confused and very curious as they came to life, both unaware of their purpose.
Looking up to their Goddess, they asked what she wanted of them. It was then that she gave them her first directive; Create more life with only what they have around them.
The two men looked at each other noticing that their skin matched the color of the ground they stood on. The stockier of the two began to scrape at the ground and gather more dirt. The thinner of the two looked around and saw something he found interesting. It was the dead vine of a long-forgotten plant. This vine while dry, still had some elasticity. Unsure of what he'd do with it, he brought the vine over to his brother who was having a hard time molding the dry dirt.
Frowning, the thinner of the two looked at where he and his brother stood before and saw the wetness of the ground. He pointed this out to his brother and the two set to work dragging more dirt over to the water where they began to form more of their own kind. The thinner of the two decided to give the new creations some of the vine he found so that their bodies could stretch and grow like the vine once did.
When the two were done, they had created 18 new forms. The problem was these forms were not alive as they were.
The Goddess smiled as she watched them work and try to figure out how and why their creations did not move or breath. Suddenly the stockier of the two men realized something. The Goddess had mentioned that the two could use anything on the planet. And the Goddess was on the planet. With a determined expression, the stocky man walked up to the creator Goddess and bowed his head before asking that she breathe life into the 18 new forms as she had done with them. With a wry smile, the Goddess nodded her head in recognition. She appeared to approve of the man's cunning.
The creator Goddess breathed new life into the 18 forms, and it is by these 18 forms that Transnubia was created…
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"Wait a second. Are you seriously telling us that your God is a woman?!" A soldier shouted in disbelief. The book turned towards him.
"Yes, our creator is a Goddess. She is also the same creator of Cybertronians and humans, but that will be explained shortly." The tome said making several people's eyes go wide before she continued.
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As time passed the Goddess left and the two brothers lead their followers to new discoveries on the dead planet. Upon discovering that the planet they resided on got cold in the evenings, they used more of the water and dirt to create buildings to live in. They found that if they hit two rocks together at just the right angle, they could create a dangerous new tool: fire. Out of necessity the two brothers and their followers quickly learned to tame the flames so that they could utilize them for many things, such as roasting some rehydrated plants for food or drying out mud for building blocks.
Before long, the brothers and their followers had built a small village. They were happy. They had friends, food, water and buildings that protected them from the cold. While they understood that they had created most of what they now had, they wanted to thank the Goddess for without her, none of what they achieved would have been possible.
So, they found some sparkly white dirt. They mixed it with water to make bricks and dried them with fire until they were hard. The walked over to an area with some large rocks. One of which happened to be very flat, and round. The two brothers and their followers rolled two smaller rocks over to the largest one to create steps. Then, they used the dry white glittery bricks to build a temple for the Goddess. In all it took 14 Earth days to complete.
The two brothers stood in the temple and bowed their heads thanking the Goddess for her kindness and help both out loud and in their minds.
The Goddess was very proud of the two's achievements, and she appreciated the temple. Deciding that they met her challenge well enough, she appeared to the two in the temple and gifted them something very special, the Goddess stone.
With this stone, the two men could accomplish feats of creation and destruction much like the Goddess could. However, she warned the two that they should never wield the Goddess stone alone, and that she wanted them to use the stone to continue to create a better world for themselves and those who followed them.
The two brothers agreed and thanked her for her generosity.
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"This is the short version of the story?" Epps whispered to Will who was standing enthralled by the story with his arms crossed.
"Master Sargent Epps, the history of Transnubia is a long one. One wherein if I told you all the details, we would be here for a minimum of two years local time alone." The book chastised. Epps swallowed nervously before putting up placating hands.
"Sorry…"
"Apology accepted."
"You just apologized to a talking book…" Graham said in quiet surprise.
"A sentient omniscient tome." The tome corrected.
"My apologies…uh…ma'am." Graham said sheepishly.
"You too are forgiven." The tome said as it continued.
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The two brothers did as their Goddess asked. They created more water so that they could create more buildings. They used the water and the Goddess stone to create new plant life that they could tame and grow so no one would go hungry. They even created more people.
After a while, the two brothers decided that the temple would house the Goddess stone so that others could come to study it and share their appreciation for what they gained from it.
In a fraction of the time it took before, their village grew and flourished. Some of their followers decided to explore their planet further. The stockier of the two brothers and his followers lead expeditions and returned with dried seed pods and even a few animals the Goddess had created and set free long ago.
While his brother was away, the thinner of the two brothers studied the Goddess stone intently, curious as to what it was and how it worked. He also served as a mediator for the followers left behind when needed.
Every so often, the two brothers would come together and create a new life in the temple. Over time, their population grew. Their village grew into a town, then a city, and finally a republic.
The two brothers and their followers often went to the temple and thanked the Goddess for their good fortune.
It was a peaceful time. But that peace would not always last.
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"It never does." Ratchet grumbled as he shook his helm.
"Indeed." The tome agreed solemnly before continuing.
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As time began to pass the people of the planet continued to expand and grow their cities and villages on its surface. Soon most of the planet had been populated largely in part to the expeditions of the stockier brother. However, as time went on, the stockier brother grew avaricious. He felt that he deserved more power since it was he who led the expeditions to discover new parts of their world, and that it was he who helped their people settle in the newly discovered land.
He tried for quite some time to explain his views to his brother but was often ignored. When he did have his brother's full attention, his brother rebuked his ideas, claiming that they were far to militant and totalitarian. Many a night could the two be seen and heard arguing over the topic of governing the planet.
One day the two brothers on their way to the temple began to speak. The stockier brother informed his sibling that he wanted to do the creation ceremony on his own. His brother frowned and reminded him that they both had to wield the Goddess stone.
The two fought as they continued their walk to the temple. They were so angry, that they startled the temple boy who was there preparing for the ceremony, into hiding. When they arrived, the Goddess could sense their vexation and appeared before the two. The taller brother bowed to her out of respect, while the stocky brother stood straight and tall with his head held high.
Seeing this the Goddess narrowed her eyes and asked what was troubling the two. Before her very eyes she watched the two begin to argue once more over the delegation of powers.
"It is not fair! I have been out making new discoveries for our people and leading them to new lands while you sit around all day!"
"That is not true, and you know it! Do you have any idea how difficult it is to constantly mediate arguments and forge agreements between our people? We have finally taken steps towards establishing what is appropriate to trade and what is not! Do you understand how much time and effort that takes?! I have had to request help from several of our first creations- "
"Oh honestly! That is easy enough to handle!"
"Is that so?"
"Absolutely! All you simply must do is take all of the resources and give everyone an equal amount!"
"It is not that simple! There has been a surplus in the growing of pestas root and bury bury beans! So much so that there is too much of it! How- "
"Again, take all the resources and give the people only what they need!"
"And the excess? What happens to that?"
"Well, we keep it of course!"
"You mean we preserve it and store it for later."
"No. We keep it. We created them! We gave them a place to live. We gave them things to grow. We gave them food to eat. It is only fair that they give us something in return!"
"That is absurd! They did not ask to be created! How is it fair that they owe us something that they have worked for when they did not request the life they live?!"
"It does not matter! We created them so they should serve us!"
"That is enough." The Goddess said in a low angry voice. She looked between her two creations and saw hurt and confusion in the wispy creation's eyes and animosity in the stocky one's eyes. With a frown she told both that they would not be creating another life until they could decide how they wanted to govern the planet. Both brothers glared at each other furiously, seemingly knowing that no agreement would be made.
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"Why does this sound familiar?" Optimus sighed as he placed his face in his hands.
"You will soon see." The tome answered as a few of its pages turned.
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A great amount of time had passed since the two brothers argued in the temple. However, while they did not create new life, they did travel to the temple to create other things for their people. Both brothers agreed to continue storing the Goddess stone in the temple so that their people could study it.
Until one fateful evening when the Goddess stone was stolen.
The wispy brother had been on his way to the temple to admire its garden when he saw the temple boy on the steps. He was bruised and bleeding. Thinking that he had fallen down the steps, the Wispy man shouted for someone to get help, and ran towards the boy.
"How hard did you fall?"
"I did not."
"You might have hit your head. Hold still- "
"Your brother came to the temple last night and attacked me! He took the Goddess stone! I only just recently awoke and tried to get help…"
The boy said as a crowd began to grow around them. The wispy man helped the boy into a cart so that he could be taken to a medical official and darted into the temple. Sure enough, the stone was gone.
The wispy brother grew furious and confused. He could hardly believe that his own brother would do such a thing. Walking back to his home, he located his brother's maps and logs and saw that his brother had ridden out to the farthest colony earlier that morning.
Not much for travel, the brother asked some of his closest friends and creations if they would look after the boy and guard the temple just in case there was some sort of mistake.
With only one other person, he rode out to the colony.
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"Sounds like there's about to be a showdown!"
"This is fascinating!"
"How cool is this?" People in the hanger muttered quietly as the tome continued to tell the story.
Just about everyone had taken seats on the floor or on nearby furniture including the Autobots. A few soldiers even got out a couple of snacks and some drinks as they continued to witness the history unfold.
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When the wispy brother came to the colony, he saw that the people there did not welcome him, but in fact were hostile to him. When he asked why he received very little answers.
That is until he saw a structure that towered over the others. Hesitantly he and his assistant approached the structure and were greeted by hostile guards in dark grey armor. These guards held spears and clubs. The two had never seen such a thing before. The wispy brother instantly recognized some of the guards as some of he and his brother's first creations.
Because of this, the wispy brother strode forward with the intent to greet those he knew. However, as they approached the structure, the guards fought them back, beating them with the clubs and smacking them with the poles of the spears.
The wispy brother was as furious as he was injured.
"WHO GAVE YOU THESE THINGS?! WHOM DOES THIS STRUCTURE BELONG TO?!"
A cruel and diabolical laugh answered him in reply.
The guards parted, and his brother strode forward wearing a crown and the Goddess stone around his neck. His eyes glowed brightly with power as he addressed his brother.
"This is my land. My fortress. Is it not nice? I have stocked it with all the best things this colony has to offer!"
"What have you done here brother? This is not what we agreed to! This is not what the Goddess wanted!"
"No, but it is what I want. And I want you to pledge your loyalty to me. There is no need for our planet to have two rulers. But, for your past work, I'll give you your own fortress and army. Granted it will be smaller than mine…" He said as he lifted his hand, allowing energy to ripple hypnotically around it.
"How dare you! You know this is against the Goddess' wishes! She expressly stated that we are both to utilize the Goddess stone! We agreed not to take it from the temple! We agreed to work as a team!"
The wispy brother yelled. His brother rolled his eyes in disgust as he waved his energized hand causing the two men in front of him to be thrown backwards. Both landed with a pained grunt before standing up and rushing forward.
The guards intercepted them and beat them until they bled. The stocky brother watched with sick amusement as his twin struggled against his guards.
Before long, his brother and his assistant lay panting in a pool of their blood.
Slowly the stocky brother walked forward and squatted down, taking his brother's face in his hand.
"Remember this brother. Remember this the next time you decide to try and stop me. You are either with me, or against me. Make your choice and choose wisely, because while you may not serve under me, you will be ruled by me." He said condescendingly as he stood up straight and turned, walking back into his fortress.
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"Daaaaaaaammmmmnnnnn!" The Chevy twins said in unison.
"That is messed up." A soldier said as he winced at the gory pictures before him.
"That is low. Like, low low. Beneath the low." Fig said shaking his head.
"It gets worse." The tome said gravely.
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The wispy brother and his assistant barely had enough energy to crawl back through the village. A citizen who had seen what happened took pity on them. He mended their wounds before arranging their travel back to their homes.
By the time they returned, the temple boy was healed, and the wispy brother had come to terms with what happened. His brother betrayed him.
In the oncoming months, his brother would continue to betray him as he continued his quest for absolute power. One by one, each of the villages and towns that the two had established fell under his tyrannical brother's control. The people who fought back were slaughtered. The ones who did not want to be ruled by a madman ran to another city outside of his sphere of control. Those who stayed were allowed to keep their homes and their things, but were put to work for the new kingdom, refining metal and creating armor and weapons for the army.
The wispy brother saw all of this and tried to think of a way to stop his brother, or at the very least satiate his hunger for power. He had tried to reach out to him numerous times through letters, and even greeted him out in the open after a few of his conquests came closer to his home.
All that yielded him were broken bones and lost friends.
In desperation, he assembled the 9 creations that still chose to follow him, the temple boy, who by now was growing into a young man, and a few community members. For days they deliberated trying to think of an answer, all the while it became more and more clear that the stocky brother was going to try and take over their home territory. He even gave himself a name; Gallolowoway.
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"Why does that name feel familiar?" Will joked quietly.
"Because it is. Theodore Galloway is a great descendant of the stockier brother Gallolowoway." The tome replied.
"What?! No way!" Epps shouted in disbelief.
"Please explain how that's possible!" Graham said urgently.
"In due time gentlemen."
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Together the group decided to go to the temple and ask the Goddess for advice. As they walked, they could see smoke on the horizon. Gallolowoway's troops were growing nearer.
When they entered the temple, they all got down onto their knees and begged for the Goddess' help. Slowly she appeared to them.
When asked for protection against Gallolowoway and his troops, the Goddess asked what precisely they were trying to protect.
"We do not wish to die at the hands of my brother." The wispy brother said still kneeling before her.
"You have tried speaking to him. He asks for your fealty."
"Yes, but in return he will enslave us, and force us to do his bidding."
"And you value your free will? Even when it can create miscommunications and arguments among you?"
"Our society is not perfect…" he said sadly as he looked up at her gently.
"And yet…" She prompted.
"It allows us to choose as we wish. We do as we please as long as we try not to harm others. We want others to be able to have this ability. We have seen friends who have sworn fealty to him grow miserable as they no longer get to choose how they please in their lives. If they complain, they are made an example of and dispatched. He is harming people. He is mad with power. Power, that I cannot fight."
He said mournfully as he bowed his head again. Then Celestius looked at those behind her creation and saw similar expressions. They agreed with him, and they two valued the ability to choose. They were just as scared as he was. They knew what they could possibly lose.
With great sadness she smiled down at the man. "Arise. I will grant you the power to stop your brother."
"Thank you- "
"However, you must stop him, without taking his life. The power I am about to give you, rivals his in its absoluteness. You claimed he was mad with power. Total power corrupts totally. How do you plan to combat this, and your brother?"
The man stood and pondered this for a moment. He did not want to kill his brother. He didn't even wish to hurt him. But he did fear that he too would become mad with power. Suddenly a thought struck him. He looked up to his Goddess with a hopeful and curious expression. Reading his thoughts, she nodded her head in approval.
From her hands grew a ball of light that glowed brightly before solidifying into another Goddess stone.
"Remember, do not wield this power in its totality alone." She said as she disappeared.
The man grasped the stone and held it to his chest for a moment before looking at those behind him. He exhaled slowly before lifting a hand. His eyes began to glow as the stone broke apart. The light and energy from the stone flowed out, taking pieces of the stone with it to each of the people that followed him.
It was from this transference of power that Transnubians would later begin to practice magic.
The wispy brother and his followers left the temple and charged Gallolowoway's troops head on. They fought for several days and nights until finally Gallolowoway was incapacitated and stripped of his Goddess stone. The people of Transnubia rejoiced and celebrated while the wispy brother, now much leaner and more muscular thanks to the effects of the Goddess stone, and his friends decided what to do with Gallolowoway and his followers. It took them two Transnubian years to think of a proper sentence.
They decided to exile Gallolowoway and his followers to another planet.
Using the magic of the Goddess stone, the wispy brother created a shuttle large enough to fit all of Gallolowoway's followers. He placed a spell on the ship guiding it to another planet with similar resources, atmosphere and gravity while simultaneously placing a different spell on it that prevented it from returning to its home planet.
With a heavy heart, the brother newly named Jacksonus wished his brother farewell as he watched the shuttle depart their world.
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"Incidentally, this shuttle would explore and traverse a great amount of the galaxy until finally finding a suitable planet to land on. This planet orbited a yellow star, and already had native life forms on its surface. Gallolowoway and his followers disembarked from their ship in what is now known today as Africa. From there, he and his followers lived their lives, their descendants eventually ventured out and a few formed relationships with some of the native species…"
The humans in the room cringed and groaned disgusted 'eeewwwws' before the tome continued.
"But for the most part, humanity evolved from Gallolowoway and his followers. This includes one Theodore Galloway, a direct descendant of Gallolowoway the mad." The tome finished while showing a picture of the hated liaison.
"That…explains so much" Will said thoughtfully.
"Man, I knew that guy was evil! It's in his genes!" Epps added with a half laugh.
"That isn't even half of the history, is it?" Graham asked dryly.
"You are correct, but now that some of the more pertinent details have been brought to light, I can easily summarize much of the history from that point on."
"Alright then. Let's hear it." Will said with an amused smile.
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Shortly after the exile of his brother, Jacksonus was made king of Transnubia. His first objective was taking the Goddess stone that Gallolowoway abused and giving its power to all of the people on the planet. Just as he had done with his 10 followers before the battle, he repeated the process again, only this time, he used his magic to imbue the powers into his people. Now his people and their descendants would be able to use magic created from within their own bodies.
Transnubia would later get its name from its inhabitants realizing through space travel that they were fundamentally different than other species they came across. For example, through the use of magic, Transnubians could not only transform their environment, but also themselves. This makes the race highly coveted for slavery, as our magic allows us to take nearly any form we desire as well as to complete feats believed impossible by other races. Transnubians also learned that their skin's melanocytes caused them to have a much darker hue due to the strength of their sun. This is where the term Nubia comes from within our culture. To us it means dark skinned. In Earth culture, it is a location in Africa along the Nile River.
This is the primary reason Lockdown wanted to capture and sell our people. Had he been successful, he would stand to gain a fortune.
Moving on, King Jacksonus was a fundamental part of rebuilding his kingdom. He held meetings with the citizens of Transnubia to establish his court, as well as local leaders with whom he would look to for guidance of what his people needed.
Eventually King Jacksonus found a wife, and had three sons: Vibernius, Titus, and Falcus. These three princes would go on to help Transnubia flourish.
Vibernius focused on medicine and healing, advancing the medical branch and finding many cures and treatments for various diseases our race would encounter.
Titus focused on trade, law and infrastructure, setting up shipping routes and creating a market economy. He also streamlined our court system and worked with the people to establish many of our laws.
And Falcus focused on education, and technology that integrated our magic. He is responsible for the implementation of planet wide schooling, trade schooling, higher education and STM, Science, Technology and Magic integration.
In 20 A.W. that is After the War, King Jacksonus passed away, having lived roughly for 1,000 Earth years. His sons who were in their mid-500's…
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"Whoa whoa wait a second! He lived for 1,000 years?!" Will said in surprise.
"Roughly. He lived to be 1,022 in fact." The tome said making people gawk.
"That is insane…" Epps said.
"Allow me to explain further…" The tome said.
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His sons who were in their mid-500's realized that magic had a factor in extending their race's longevity, as other organic species they'd encountered did not live nearly as long.
Titus, and Vibernius both abdicated the throne to Falcus, so as to spend more time with their families, but they still played advisory roles to their brother.
In 25 A.W. King Falcus married and had three sons of his own: Kiternus, Calpurnus, and Jacksonus the second.
Unfortunately, both Kiternus and Jacksonus the Second would pass away in their early adulthood. Kiternus and his mother caught a very strong variant of a virus during Transnubia's first global Pandemic and passed away. And Jacksonus passed away after an expedition gone bad. Jacksonus' team had been exploring a cave system beyond the Crystal Sea when he and his team encountered Trilaxian crystals. Trilaxian crystals look very similar to Earth's emeralds in their deep green hue. These crystals destabilize the magic within our bodies, causing us to have various dangerous symptoms such as vomiting of blood, bleeding of the eyes, inexplicable melting of the flesh and soft tissues, spontaneous combustion, and paralysis. Being in close proximity with these crystals will make any Transnubian very physically ill. However, Jacksonus and his team made direct unprotected contact with the crystals with the intent to bring them back to the Kingdom for further study. What they did not know at the time was that the surface of the crystals is rough and flakey like the barbed hair on a tarantula. Simply touching the crystals in small amounts without protection can cause a Transnubian to grow extremely ill. If the crystal enters a Transnubian's blood, the terminal symptoms listed previously will become visible quickly. Prolonged exposure to the crystals, and their dust is what killed Jacksonus and his expedition team as they cut the crystals free from the cave and began transporting them back to the kingdom. Despite having very talented medical officials with several treatment options on the expedition, when their ship arrived, the port crew found their remains and a letter from Jacksonus to the people as well as a letter written to Calpurnus in his journal.
Jacksonus' letter to his brother told him about the Cave system and how he suspected the crystals were what was killing him and his crew. He left a warning so that his older and last surviving brother would know to prevent their people from enduring what he had.
Because of this, the cave system was sealed off with the exception of one opening, so that Transnubian Scientists could find a way to experiment with the crystals to find a cure.
However, due to the tragic loss of his beloved older brothers and with the very recent terminal diagnosis his father had been given, when Calpurnus took the throne in 45 A.W. at the age of 400, making him at that time the youngest to rule, his first decision was to destroy the crystals now that his scientists had found a few treatments for the illness they created. A magical barrier was put over the cave system which had been filled with explosives. When his Majesty gave the order, the bombs went off sealing the cave completely but also blowing up the crystals inside. The magical barrier was not lowered until it was clear that the crystals and their dust were of no threat to the nearby peoples.
Calpurnus' second order of business made him very famous. After witnessing the deaths of his Father, Mother, and brothers, as well as the death and suffering during the global Pandemic, he decided that no one should lose another loved one to tragedy.
Using his magic, and with the help from several others in his court, he cast a physiology spell over all Transnubians. This spell permanently changed Transnubian physiology forever in that they would no longer die unless they themselves wanted to. This meant that any Transnubian that wishes to die can do so when they are ready to do so by willing themselves to.
As a result, our longevity increased, and our maturation, the process of growing into an adult slowed.
Our Goddess was not happy about that. She came to him in a dream and told him that to do such a thing would inevitably lead to the destruction of our people. While she was compassionate with him about his loss, she informed him that he needed to allow Transnubians to die in more than one way.
So, he decided that a permanent loss of magic or, direct contact with a Trilaxian crystal would be amended in his spell so that he could appease the Goddess. She was pleased with his understanding of her directive and told him as much the following night after he made the change.
Once he had amended the spell, he spent several thousand years dedicating his time to his Kingdom and its people, after which he spent the rest of his desired time working in the temple, its garden and as a historian who gave tours to children.
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The tome continued to go over Transnubian history, as fast as she could, trying to give as concise a history as she could.
The people in the hanger were thoroughly entertained by the pictures and explanations the tome gave until it sighed heavily.
"Everything okay?" Historacles asked.
"We've finally gotten to the most pertinent of details! I apologize for the delay. I should have withheld more information."
"Actually, I'm glad you didn't. Are you sure that it was okay for us to record this?" Will asked from here he now sat on Ironhide's shoulder.
"That is quite alright. It will save all parties involved time." Cerulean said smiling.
Captain Lennox had requested long ago, a recording of the information the tome was sharing with them so that he could send it to his commanders with his report.
"I appreciate the sentiment Captain William Lennox." The tome said in relief.
"Sure thing."
"Do you need anything before you continue?"
"No. Perhaps a glass of water later would be nice."
"Uhhh…a glass of water? For a tome?" Graham asked worriedly.
"Wouldn't that mess with…you know…the pages?" Epps asked.
"How would you use a glass of water?" Will asked skeptically.
To nearly everyone's surprise (including many Transnubians) a pair of pages rolled and folded inward towards the book's spine and extended straight up as they created a dainty pair of hands. The hands braced themselves on the edges of the books like someone climbing out of a hole and pushed. Up rose a petite looking woman with the paper of the book for her skin and dress. She wore a sleeveless dress. Her long hair was made of pages of the book too, but they curled and laid as if they were unrolled from scrolls. A maroon ribbon bookmark tied itself into a bow just behind her bangs that were swept to the right of her face. She had glowing orange eyes and a wide smile as she gave a small wave to the men who questioned the request for water.
"Though I do not require food in the same way you do, it is nice to indulge myself occasionally. I find that drinking water eases the strain on my voice." She said simply as she braced her chin on her hands. Almost everyone stared in alarm at her making her laugh. "By the ages! You should all see your faces!"
"I think you startled them my dear."
"Oh? They knew I was sentient. I said so myself."
"But, ah, you did not mention that you could take a more…corporeal form."
"That I did not." She acknowledged with a nod of her head to Historacles. She was about to fall back into her binding when Will stopped her.
"We can get you some water! Uhhh, is bottled okay? I might have some sparkling in my office?"
"Would you prefer it cold?" Graham asked as Ironhide lowered Will to the ground.
"Do you just drink it? Where does it go?" Epps wondered curiously aloud.
"Thank you, but there is no need. I am nearly done." She chuckled before continuing.
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In 2000 A.W. King Jacksonus the fourth took the throne. His majesty like those before him focused on many things during his reign.
He established a trading outpost on a distant moon, and in so doing discovered another race. Just beyond the moon was a large wormhole, that when entered transported him to another solar system this one teaming with Cybernetic life. So taken aback by his discovery, he returned to Transnubia and assembled a small exploratory team before going through the wormhole again. As they explored the new solar system, they found a planet that was run by a strange multi-faced being. This being was very abusive to the many robots that ran around on the surface, that looked to be a manufacturing plant of some sort.
Deciding to get a better look, his Majesty and his team decided to land on a less populated part of the planet. It didn't take long for King Jacksonus and his team to learn that these robots were indeed sentient, as they unfortunately heard and witnessed a robot be broken by the floating multi-faced creature for not moving fast enough. They then watched as the robot was thrown into a melting pool.
After seeing this, King Jacksonus had his team leave the planet immediately and take refuge on a nearby moon. There were many arguments on what should be done, if anything.
That evening, King Jacksonus prayed to the Goddess for knowledge of what to do.
She told him that these creatures had taken over the planet she had created.
As King Jacksonus learned, the planet was called Cybertron, and it as well as the sentient robots that were now being mass produced were taken over and enslaved in their infancy shortly after she had created them.
Taking that as a directive, King Jacksonus made his decision.
He and his team would return to the planet and transform themselves into robots so that they could help them overthrow their slavers.
It was a slow-moving plan at first, but then his Majesty met a robot designated A-3…
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"Alpha Trion?! YOUR KING HELPED ALPHA FRAGGING TRION?!" Ironhide bellowed in surprise.
"Yes he did."
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Whom he convinced to begin a rebellion. With the disguised Transnubian expedition team and his Majesty's help, A-3 was able to successfully start the rebellion and kick the Quintessons off the planet.
From then on, an alliance was formed between the A-3, later taking the designation Alpha Trion and King Jacksonus.
King Jacksonus assisted in the building of the Temple of the Allspark, the energy and life-giving source the Goddess had placed on the planet. He witnessed Primus make several bots into the original 13 Primes.
His Majesty later asked her holiness why she appeared to the Cybertronians as a male with the name of Primus, and she informed him that, that form was the best way for her cybernetic creations to comprehend her existence. She also informed him that she had made several appearances in other parts of the galaxy under other names, such as Jesus, Ala, and others.
She told him not to say anything that she had discussed with him on the matter to the current generation of bots, and he obliged.
For centuries Transnubians lived alongside Cybertronians, assisting them in becoming a more present race in their solar system. King Jacksonus eventually informed Alpha Trion, as well as the other Primes and the Rulers that came after who and what our race is. The Cybertronians informed were fascinated and delighted to know about other sentient life in the universe. Because of this, King Jacksonus set up an exchange program. Transnubians would come to Cybertron to study and learn about its developing culture, and Transnubia would allow Cybertronians to do the same, in addition to aiding them in setting up intergalactic trading systems.
With an alliance forged, King Jacksonus returned full time to Transnubia where he would eventually take a wife named Marsialia.
However, shortly after marrying, he noticed that the Cybertronians had fallen into a civil war, not unlike their own in previous history. When the Cybertronians asked for assistance in deciding a winner, he informed them that he would not decide a winner but would support the planet and its people as much as he could. While this angered some, it empowered others into believing that everyone should be able to choose without the hinderance or help of an outside force. A belief that Alpha Trion felt strongly about.
Sometime after the second war ended came the birth of Queen Marsialia and King Jacksonus' first daughter, Perria. The royal couple were overjoyed, especially King Jacksonus. The couple and their subjects celebrated the princess's birth as tradition dictated, a dayslong celebration. Some of the Cybertronian government officials who had been instated after the war came to congratulate the royal couple and share in the celebrations and newfound peace.
But these celebrations would not last long.
Just after the Princess's 800th birthday King Jacksonus learned that his wife was pregnant with their second child, another daughter. He was overjoyed, but he was also worried. He had received worrying news from Cybertron and his trading outpost on the distant moon.
Another war looked to be brewing on Cybertron. This time the Cybertronians were choosing between two factions: Autobots and Decepticons. The Decepticons wanted to overthrow and kill the current leaders and to lead through tyranny. The Autobots wanted to remove the officials and lead through peace and a more democratic approach to government. This was backed and preferred by Alpha Trion who had retired and became more of an inventor of sorts.
The Decepticons had been seen making trouble at the Transnubian moon trading post. The Autobots who looked to be greatly out gunned and somewhat outnumbered were using an ability taught to them by Alpha Trion which was developed with the help of King Jacksonus himself, to get an edge in the war. The ability to Transform.
King Jacksonus left his wife and daughter for a quick trip to Cybertron to see how badly the situation was becoming. Already when he landed, he was scorned and ridiculed for looking like an elite mech from the towers by both factions. He knew then that things were not going to go over smoothly.
He spoke with Alpha Trion and a few others before returning home.
When he returned home, he asked that the Transnubians that were not immediately engaged in a form of study return to the planet. This included the head of the Transnubian Army, Praeliator, who was secretly studying war, combat, and battle tactics under several Cybertronians from both factions.
When he returned to the Kingdom with intel of what each side desired and intended to do, King Jacksonus prepared himself and his Kingdom the best he could. No more Transnubians were permitted to travel to Cybertron its moons, colonies, or bases. All other allies of our race were made aware that we may have to intervene if a war spilled out from their planet onto our own if needed. And for the first time in Transnubian history, King Jacksonus the fourth ordered his troops to prepare for war.
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"Wait, are you seriously telling us that your race hasn't had to go to war before this?" Jolt asked skeptically.
"For as long as you've been around?" Ironhide added curiously.
"We are a peaceful race." The tome answered.
"And besides, when you have magic and an almost unlimited lifespan, what is there to fight over?" Praeliator asked as he crossed his arms. Several people opened their mouths to answer before he put up a hand.
"I can create darn near anything I want with this hand right now. What would I need to fight for? And who? Think of it as if everyone were carrying a loaded .50 caliber in both hands with no safety." Everyone looked at him in surprise.
"Just because we are semi-immortal, doesn't mean that we can't get hurt. We still feel pain and need medical attention if we're injured. We learned that pretty early on after the physiology spell. If you fight someone, be prepared to get needlessly hurt. Or as the saying goes; fuck around and find out." He added as he crossed his arms again with a smug smile as he looked at their surprised and alarmed faces.
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Shortly before the birth of his second daughter, war broke out on Cybertron. King Jacksonus began to call back all Transnubians who were still on the planet or elsewhere within Cybertronian society. Shortly after he recalled his subjects, the Decepticons began to raid and attack several Transnubian trading outposts for metal goods, energy sources and other minerals, including the one on the moon.
King Jacksonus ordered his troops to defend the outposts from the Decepticons by any means necessary
A short while later, his second daughter was born. And as a way to boost the recently fallen morale, he allowed the traditional ceremonies and celebrations that usually occurred with the birth of a royal child to take place.
It was at the end of this dayslong event that a Decepticon leader, named Dreadwing landed in the capital city square with some of his own troops and asked for a meeting with his Majesty.
King Jacksonus was furious. This Decepticon had landed on his planet during the celebration of his second daughter's birth and demanded that Transnubians back the Decepticon forces during the war.
What's worse is that when his Majesty hesitated to give an answer, Dreadwing nodded his helm to his troops who then began to knock over houses and business, rip up the land, and purposely stomp on any Transnubian who had the unfortunate luck of being caught outside and running from their carnage.
Seeing his people in danger, King Jacksonus roared with rage as he blasted Dreadwing in the face with a power so hot that it melted one of the mech's audio horns off and shattered both of his optics. As the mech doubled over King Jacksonus as well as several of his troops took their Cybertronian forms and beat Dreadwing's troops until they fled.
King Jacksonus grabbed Dreadwing by his throat cables, lifted him up and squeezed, uttering a threat of death and suffering to Dreadwing and all those like him who dared to set foot on his planet again.
Dreadwing fled, and eventually told his leader what he was told. From then on, Transnubia was at war with the Decepticons.
In the following year, all Transnubians located off planet were ordered to return home immediately as the Decepticons attacked Transnubia over and over. Each time we held strong. We battled them with ease, as we did not require ammunition or resources in the same way they did.
That said, we did lose cities and towns to their destruction, and we did consume a lot of resources to continue fighting while caring for our own people. To be frank, so long as a Transnubian could eat, rest and be healed, they could fight.
This infuriated our enemies and caused them to begin looking desperately for any weakness we had. And unfortunately, they found it.
The Decepticons discovered that we avoided battling on the ground where the old Trilaxian cave system was buried. At first, they didn't understand why, until the sacrifice of one troop of Transnubians. They fought off a drone attack in that area, and in so doing, contaminated their open wounds with the dust of the crystals.
The Decepticons watched as their enemies died horribly painful deaths before taking a sample of the soil for examination. They then proceeded to expose Transnubians to each element found in the dirt over several battles until they discovered how the Trilaxian crystal dust affected us negatively.
From there, they set up mining operations in the old cave systems as well as sourced more crystals from other planets and moons, and then they began to wipe us out.
When King Jacksonus learned of where and what they were mining, he ordered his people to evacuate the planet. He had learned through messages from the Autobots as well as messages they had intercepted that Decepticons were known to kill civilians and the innocent. He did not want to take that chance with his people.
One by one, cities and towns evacuated and were taken over by the growing presence of Decepticons on our planet. Some of the many brave Transnubians stayed behind and gave their lives in an attempt to delay the destruction of their home and to slow down the Decepticons, to no avail.
Her Majesty began taking important heirlooms and religious artifacts brought to the castle by fleeing Transnubians. As a former historian and archivist, she encouraged her subjects to take as many of their personal belongings as they could carry as they all fled the planet for other worlds. She logged literature, media, technology, music and other important facets of Transnubian culture within a series of tomes and time capsules that she gave to her court to protect. She stored as many examples of seeds, livestock, flora and fauna as she could in several Z-scapes she created. She herself had stripped the palace walls bare of family photos and emptied out the original temple of its precious artifacts before securing clothing, toys and other royal artifacts for her family to take.
The royal family and their court were among the last to evacuate, trying to ensure that their people made it successfully off planet and through the rapidly growing Decepticon Blockade in our planet's atmosphere. Nearly all of the ships made it.
When it came time to evacuate, Dreadwing once again landed in the capital's town square challenging his Majesty. The remaining Transnubians who had not yet evacuated ran for the few remaining ships only to be impaled or ran through by the massive Trilaxian crystal that Dreadwing wielded. He soon began to storm the castle. King Jacksonus and the royal family ran through the halls of their home to the hidden ship where their court was waiting, having been sent ahead to ensure that the last few civilians who were slow to evacuate made it safely. Just as they were down the hall from the launch pad, Dreadwing reached through the wall and caught Princess Perria, snatching her out into the daylight. Hearing his daughter scream out in terror for help, he ordered his wife to take their youngest daughter and get on the awaiting shuttle. He gave her his mantel and crown before running off to fight Dreadwing. Her majesty made it to the shuttle and deposited her youngest daughter in the hands of Chief Medical Official Cerulean before hearing her husband struggling to battle the growing horde of Decepticons. Not wanting to lose her husband and firstborn, and not wanting to be separated, she handed Cerulean both her crown and mantel as well as her husband's before rushing off to help him fight, shouting the order to leave if she didn't return within five minutes with the other members her family.
Cerulean refused stating that it was a suicide mission, and that her majesty needed help. Before the two could begin to argue, another hand smashed through the wall, and nearly collided with the ship.
The Decepticons having found their location, continued to punch through the walls destroying the last remaining unoccupied ship next to the royal court's. Just as she was about to get on the ship, Dreadwing grabbed the queen and wrenched her out of the building. With a broken heart, Cerulean watched as the door closed and the ship began to launch. As she looked out of the window, she saw several Decepticons surrounding Dreadwing as he carried the Queen over to three Trilaxian crystal pikes. Two had already been used for her Husband and daughter.
With broken hearts, the escaped royal court successfully got past the Decepticon blockade and began navigating to a world they knew they'd be able to hide on.
Earth.
Many found it ironic that they would be hiding out on the planet populated by the descendants of those exiled from their own. But given that their planet was now captured by the Decepticons, who they would later learn were searching for the sole surviving heir to the throne, the royal court unanimously decided that Earth was the best choice to go to, believing that they could hide in plain sight. By the time they landed local time was January of the year 1 A.D.
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"Holy shit. You've all literally been on this planet before Jesus Christ." Epps said in amazement before suddenly noticing the grimaces, winces and teary eyes of the Transnubians present. "Pardon the expression." Epps hissed in addition.
"That is a long time."
"What did you all do for all that time?" Some of the soldiers wondered aloud.
"Listen, and you'll find out." Cerulean said with a sad smile
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Now on Earth, Transnubians changed their names and appearances to fit in with the locals. They got jobs, bought property, learned the local laws and even opened businesses. However, every few decades the Transnubians would pack up and move so as not to allow the humans to learn just how long they live.
Meanwhile, the royal court spent time raising the sole surviving heir to the throne. After a thousand years, the little princess made a heartbreaking request of her court. She wished to have her memories magically sealed away every time they moved. Having grown up not being able to make friends because she often moved or was unable to physically age past a certain point made her sad as she felt she was unable to live a full life with her memories constantly reminding her of what she constantly couldn't have.
Reluctantly, Chief Medical Official Cerulean granted her wish and placed a temporary seal on her memories. The seal, per the request of the princess will be destroyed after her coronation. The spell was spoken so that it resets and collects and seals away any new memories the princess had made every time she and her court started a new life with new identities. I should also mention that because of this once her memories were sealed, the court sought out surrogate parents for her highness. This was so she could have a "normal" life like other children as she had requested before the casting of the spell.
As time went on, the court, it's people and its Princess eventually made it to the United States where they roamed the developing country until very recently. The last set of surrogate parents that were chosen, unfortunately passed away in a car accident. Many in the court were fond of the two but were horrified to learn that the brother of the surrogate father was near immediately given custody of the Princess.
Before they could remove her from his care and disappear, he had taken her back to his home. For years the Transnubians tried to retrieve her but were thwarted frequently by both the legal system and the man himself as he moved frequently so as to avoid them.
In the year 2007, Cybertronians of both factions arrived on Earth, making retrieving the Princess that much harder, especially since the Decepticons locked onto our unique energy signatures. As Transnubians searched, many were captured, ultimately leading to the capture of the princess herself.
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"Ahem…I think everyone here can fill in what happened later, as we are for the most part fully caught up. And, as ordered by Her late Majesty, may she rest in peace, I am to bestow upon our Princess her royal tiara, as she is now of age, has now been reunited with us, and now knows the truth of what we, and most importantly what she is. It is with great honor, and pride that I the Tome of Transnubian Time, bestow upon thee, Celestial Jazzminus Jacksonus, sole heir of the Transnubian royal bloodline, your royal tiara. May you wear it with pride, grace and strength as you ascend the throne."
The tome said as a white light shot out from it, and wrapped around Celestial's head, leaving behind a gold circlet strung with pearls that dipped down in the center of her forehead where a crystal-clear diamond glittered.
Celestial watched in shock as all of the people who were trapped on the ship with her took a knee and bowed to her.
A/N: Well, I'm glad that this is finally up! This is a part of the story I have been waiting years to post! This also happens to be the beginning of the third act. As hard as it is to believe, this story is slowly coming to an end!
Also new character alert! I had fun coming up with the names of the Transnubians! So to help, here is how some names are pronounced;
Transnubia: Trans-New-Bee-Uh. (could also replace the uh sound with ah. either works)
Praeliator: Pray-Lee-A-Tor
Historacles: His-Tor-Ah-CLeez
Celestius: Cell-Les-T-US
Jacksonus: Jack-So-Nus
Gallolowoway: Gall-O-Low-O-Way
Trilaxian: Tri-Lax-E-An
Vibernius: Vi-Ber-Ni-Us
Titus: Ti-Tus
Falcus: Fal-Cus
Marsialia: Mar-Si-A-Lee-Ah
Perria: Pear-E-ah
Tibernius: Ti-BRR-NEE-US
Melagadandra: Mel-Ah-Ga-Dan-Dra
I noticed that a lot of you read the new chapters, but you didn't say anything about what happened or what you thought of it. I would really love to know what you think of the new chapters! I'm okay with short reviews! Especially since I go back to work a week from today. This will probably be my last chapter for a little while so I'd love to hear what you think!
As always, I hope you are doing well! CLYL!
