The younglings flew high above the Kaon sky as they left the city.

"So where's the next tool?" Megatronus asked.

Orion pressed several buttons on the tracker and waited.

"We're gonna have to wait and see now." Orion replied.

Megatronus nodded and leaned back against Foneques. He sighed.

"I still can't believe this y'know." He spoke. "I just won the Beast Wars and now, I'm flying on a giant beetle with a high class brat-

"Hey."

"-two urchins-"

"Watch it."

-and a runt who apparently was created by the very beings we're working to stop and can go on a total murderous rampage with incredible power if he doesn't keep his emotions in check-"

"Heh heh."

"-to go on a planet wide treasure hunt so we can save the planet from a race of beings who haven't been seen since almost right after the Age of Primes ended, and who some people don't even believe exist. Did I get all that?"

Orion nodded.

"Yep. That pretty much sums up your situation." Orion agreed.

Megatronus sighed again.

"It's so crazy. Everything you guys have told me is all so crazy. Quintessons. Sharkticons. What a mess have I gotten myself into!" Megatronus continued.

"By Primus! You don't have to come!" Chromia exclaimed. "If you don't want to be here then don't! Leave!"

Megatronus smirked. "No can do little lady. I plan on continuing to live on this planet, and I don't think it would sit well with me, leaving the fate of our home in the servos of a bunch o' kids."

"Ahem, but you aren't exactly a wise old man either." Ariel retorted.

"I might as well be to you guys. I'm older than the whole lot of you." Megatronus replied.

Ariel stuck her glossa out at the gladiator as the tracker beeped.

"Oh! The next tool has been located." Orion proclaimed.

"Great! What's it look like Orion?" Dion replied.

Orion held up the tracker as a holographic image emanated from it. It looked like a gauntlet. Slots to put the digits into and it was fashioned from some sort of blue crystal. It wasn't Energon though, Energon didn't shine like that.

"Huh? That looks like a gauntlet of some kind." Dion commented.

"We can all see that Dion." Chromia replied.

"Not all." Ariel interrupted.

"Oh, right. Most of us can see that Dion." Chromia corrected herself.

"Where is it?" Orion wondered as he passed the tracker, that now showcased a holographic map of Cybertron to Dion.

Dion took the tracker and inspected the coordinates being displayed. After a few moments his optics widened in shock.

"Is there any chance that these coordinates could be off by any single klik?" DIon asked shakily.

Orion shook his helm.

"No." He answered. "Like I've told you before the tracker is totally accurate. What's wrong Dion?"

"It's because these coordinates are right smack dab at the centre of the Tyger Pax catacombs." Dion replied.

"The Tyger Pax catacombs? What are those?" Orion wondered.

"One of the most infamous tourist attractions on Cybertron." Chromia replied.

"...tourist attractions?" Ariel asked.

"Yeah, I've heard of those too. Been there once actually, for a match." Megatronus replied. "The catacombs are fabled to hold some of Cybertron's most ancient secrets. The entrance is incredibly popular but no one actually goes in to walk there. Legend has it that the spirits of those long dead and gone haunt the catacombs and punish all who enter for disturbing them or some slag like that."

"So, you don't believe in any of that?" Orion asked.

Megatronus shook his helm. "Not a single damn word of it. I don't believe in spirits."

"Oh really. Then why don't we go there and see." Dion spoke in a low voice. "If spirits end up killing you, then will you believe?"

"If I throw you off the edge of this beetle, will you fly?" Megatronus retorted.

Dion huffed and sat back.

"There's also another problem with the fact that the tool is in the catacombs." Chromia interrupted. "Tyger Pax is all the way on the other side of the planet. Even flying on Foneques, it'll take one heck of a long time to get there."

"How long?" Orion asked. He braced himself for the answer.

"...a little over five months I'd say." Chromia estimated. "And only Primus knows how long it'll take to actually find the tool. The catacombs are a massive labyrinth."

And Orion's brace shattered under the weight of the information and he was crushed beneath it.

"F-f-five months?" Orion stuttered.

"Yup." Chromia confirmed.

"...lovely." Orion spoke finally. "Guess we'd better get started then."

It's been a while and this chapter is really short I know. So sorry. Ill try to do better next time around.

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