The young mech had crimson arms and chassis. His legs and helm were a navy blue. He was also rather short. Even lying down, it was obvious that he wasn't very large. Chromia could probably stand a good ways above his helm.
"Uh...what do we do now?" Dion asked as he poked the unconscious mech.
"I don't know." Chromia replied.
"Guess we're gonna have to wait until he wakes up. Here, let's get him onto a berth." Dion said. "C'mon, you get his arms I got his legs."
The two children stumbled around with the mech in hand.
"There is a berth right over there. Right Dion. No! Sorry! My right your left!" Chromia exclaimed.
The two of them stumbled around some more before they practically threw the mech onto the rusty berth.
"Why the heck was he in a stasis pod?" Dion asked.
"I don't know." Chromia replied. "C'mon, let's go put those credits to good use. Who knows how long he was in that pod for. Let's go buy some Energon."
The stasis pod opened up and he stumbled out. However, he was still weak, and fell unconscious once again.
Orion woke up on a berth almost an entire hour later. How had he got here? Wait...Orion faintly remembered two other Cybertronians before he passed out.
He placed his servo on his helm, then looked around. He was in a dark building covered with dirt and several layers of dust.
"Where am I?" He asked himself quietly.
Orion swung his legs off the berth and stood up. His legs were still weak but he could manage. He walked around the large building, attempting to take everything in. His situation, his mission, where he was.
Orion sighed. "At least I got here okay. I might as well get started."
Orion walked back over to his stasis pod and retrieved the tracker his best friend—his only friend— Yamek gave him.
He activated it and it began blinking blue. It was beginning to locate the first tool.
"Eight tools. I have one millennium to search for them. If I calculate and ration the time I use to search for each tool...yes. I can find them all in time." Orion muttered.
He gripped the tracker tighter. "Your sacrifices won't be in vain. I swear upon my very own spark."
"Hey!" Someone yelled unexpectedly from behind him, causing Orion to jump back in surprise.
"You're awake! Good! I hope you're okay." The femme continued.
"Yeah. We brought you some Energon." The mech added.
The two of them were holding several cubes of Energon as they walked towards him.
"Uh. That's very nice of you, but..." Orion began.
"But nothing. When someone let's you into their home and offers you Energon, it is very rude of you to decline." The femme explained sternly.
"Oh...sorry. I guess, I'll have some Energon then." Orion replied.
"Good! Now come sit down with us!" The mech said as he and the femme sat down right where they had been standing.
Orion walked over and sat in front of them. The mech handed him an Energon cube. Orion took a sip. He tried his best to hide it but he recoiled at the taste. The Energon was sour and...chunky. It wasn't the same type of Energon he had had previously to say the least.
Orion was afraid that the two other kids would be insulted by his reaction to the Energon, but they merely smiled at him.
"Yeah we know. Compared to other—or should I say normal Energon, it's scrap. Unfortunately, that's the best they've got down here in the slums of Kaon." The mech assured him.
Orion nodded, relieved.
"Say, we don't even know your name." The femme said.
"Um...I'm, Orion Pax." He answered.
"Well, I'm Dion."
"And I'm his sister Chromia. Nice to meet you Orion."
Orion gave them a small smile.
"So...could you tell us what you were doing in that stasis pod?" Dion asked.
Orion looked at Dion with widened optics. "Well, I'm not from Cybertron...so I was put in the pod and sent here." Orion answered quickly.
"Okay. But why were you sent here?" Chromia asked.
Orion shook his helm. "That is none of your business."
Chromia nodded respectfully,but it was obvious that she wanted to know.
Orion sighed. "I...am, looking for something. Or rather, several things."
"Oh really? Things like what?" Dion asked.
"That is still none of your business." Orion replied.
Orion stood up. "Thank you for putting me on a berth when the pod opened and giving me scrappy Energon, but I should really start looking for the things."
"When the pod opened? Dion and I opened the pod manually." Chromia explained.
"What?" Orion asked. "No way. The pod was programmed to awaken me as soon as it landed on Cybertron."
Dion and Chromia looked at each other.
"As soon as it landed? You were buried under several feet of dirt. We just dug you out and opened the pod today." Dion explained.
"What? No. No you couldn't have. And the pod couldn't have been buried. If anything I should have arrived just a few days ago." Orion spoke.
Chromia and Dion looked at each other once again.
"Orion. What year do you think it is?" Chromia asked carefully.
"I know it is the year 445876." Orion replied.
Dion shook his helm. "It's 44-6-874."
Orion blinked. Then screamed. "WHAT? No it can't be! He told himself! Yamek told me that he programmed the pod to wake me as soon as it landed on Cybertron! I'm supposed to have an entire millennium to look for the tools! Now I only have two fragging years? What the Pit?"
"Well, in actuality this year is almost up." Dion spoke.
Orion glared at him.
Chromia hit the back of her brother's helm. "You aren't helping."
"No no no no. I have to go." Orion said as he ran out of the warehouse.
"Hey! Orion wait! Calm down!" Chromia shouted as she and Dion ran after him.
Orion was running with no idea where exactly he was running too. He just needed to feel like he was getting somewhere.
If they had indeed locked the Quintessons away,Yamek said that it would only be for approximately one millennium. One millennium was the perfect amount of time to find all eight tools, but a bare year and a half? How was he gonna pull that off?
Orion came to a dark alley and collapsed to his knees. He buried his face in his servos.
"No. This can't be happening." Orion muttered. "I don't want to be the cause of any more death."
Orion sat there for several more minutes before he felt a gentle servo on his shoulder.
"Hey. Orion. You okay?" Chromia asked.
Orion turned his helm to the siblings. "No."
"Why? You said that you had to find some things right?" Dion spoke. "What's so distressing about that?"
"You have no idea! The things that I have to look for are extremely important! They're scattered all around the planet! Not to mention that there is a specific order I have to find them in! Why? Why me?" Orion exclaimed.
"Orion. Um...maybe we can help." Chromia said. "Dion and I have been all over Cybertron. I bet it would help to have some people who know Cybertron well. Wouldn't you say?"
Orion looked at her. "Really? Why would you want to help me? You don't even know me."
Chromia smiled. "Because you need help."
"In more ways than one." Dion muttered.
Chromia glared at him. "We'll help you find what you're looking for. Um, what are you looking for?"
Orion turned around completely and turned the tracker on. He activated the hologram projector and up came the image of a cube with a something sticking out of the side.
"This is the first of eight tools I have to find." Orion told them.
Chromia and Dion stared at the image.
"Is that what I think it looks like?" Dion asked.
"Yeah. Yeah I think it is." Chromia replied. "Orion. We know where that thing is. We've seen it before."
"Seriously?" Orion asked. "Where is it? How do you know where it is?"
"It's locked away in a secure vault deep underground the home of our friend" Chromia explained.
"Her family is one of, if not the richest on Cybertron. They're super crazy insanely rich." Dion added.
"They live in Iacon. Cybertron's capital. We know a way to get there by tomorrow morning." Chromia finished.
"Thank you. Really guys. Thank you so much." Orion replied gratefully. "Not many people have ever helped me...ever."
"Don't you worry about a thing. You seem like a nice mech. Trustworthy." Dion assured him.
"Really? Not many people have ever trusted me either." Orion muttered. "And for good reason too."
Chromia grabbed Orion's wrist. "C'mon Orion! Let's get going now and we might get there by late tonight!"
"Oh. Okay." Orion replied. "Wait. Who's the friend you were talking about?"
"Her name is Ariel."
Merry Christmas everybody! Keep a look out for a new Dimension: Shattered Glass chapter!
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