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The Allspark opened a portal on the tilework of its tower and sank into it to warp above an island of overgrowth and alien vines. Horaquan eggs littered the jungle floor unprotected from the wildlife as no predator was daring enough to eat the eggs. In each, it knew there lied from a dozen creatures to almost a hundred. It wasn't just a breeding ground for the Horaquan, or the Metal Heads as one realm named them, it was the current residence of just the bot the Allspark needed. Exiled, detested, and full of hatred, the creator of the Metal Heads was a ghastly being.
It was known to the Allspark just how many lives were destroyed by the virus of the Metal Head legions, twisting any host of it into the monsters seen. The victim's consciousness forced to endure pain and suffering while unable to control their own bodies and watch as the virus killed their family and friends using their own memories to pinpoint more prey. A horrible fate worse than death. Its only cure was death itself. It reminded the Allspark of Earth's zombie movies. What fun they were, except the Metal Heads were anything but.
Born of the blood of the Dark One and the power of shadows and science alike, the Metal Heads conquered worlds with their assigned leader. The Allspark remembered Sephtis too and what he became. Making a deal with the Dark One, the Rozarian warrior corrupted himself and became the monstrous Metal Head Leader, Kor. Ceros Silos, the royal captain of the guard in King Kronos' elite, fell to the power as well. But unlike the other Metal Heads, they both kept their minds and willingly killed any who opposed their master by a specialized formula created by Tigressa.
In the center of the island, there was an open field with stone and metal set in a circular pattern. Two giant headstones sat on one side of the circle each. Engraved on them, one held the symbol of King Prometheus Kronos the Righteous, son of the universe incarnate. The second had Queen Kiara the Hopeful, the light of emotion. Both were important figures of the galaxy and of their home world of Kanjis. In the outskirts of the circle lay four more of the adopted children of Kronos. Nighthawk the Valiant, the eye of space. Draco the Calm, Seeker of time. Serpentine the Cheerful, energy unlimited. And, of course, the vindictively named Spike the Arrogant, the troubled illusionist.
Twelve large rocks, each with the individual symbols of the offspring of King Kronos himself, sat in the circle's center. It started with the eldest son Demon the Fearful, breaker of the night. Blossom the Elegant, mother nature's soul. Poltergeist the Estranged, heart of stone. ElectroHyena the Vicious, the deadly lightning striker. Spirit the Hidden, the wind of conquest. Firefox the Sincere, fire's immortal love. Entity the Cherishing, guardian of the sun. Kalypso the Wonderous, magic unbound. Ghost the All-Seeing, manipulator of life and death. Eclipse the Ambitious, the water's cruelest current. And then there was the youngest, Phantasmos the Noble, the frosty inventive mind. Eleven brothers and sisters, four more adopted over the course of time. A large family...broken by one's evil desires.
The twelfth rock representing the last sister and eldest of all, Tigressa the Ruinous, the darkest shadow, was damaged, a reminder of the fall from grace the princess had endured. Her siblings weren't on the island, but they were on Earth among their respective elements in hiding, and although they had a good chance of beating Arcee and Megatron each, they were far too kind and reasonable to do so. It was Tigressa who was the most brutal and dangerous of them all and that was exactly what the Allspark needed.
Hovering over the center, the Allspark's power began to cackle before a beam of light came down upon it. All eighteen stones lit up and the ground suddenly boomed with bluish-white bio lights in Cybertronian symbolic patterns that pulsed and hummed with ghostly voices. The trees around the island began to creak as the Allspark saw their shadows twist and coil before leaving under each object to slither towards it. The darkness covered the ground but not the bio lights and circled the stone patterns.
"Who dares summon me?!" A rumbling voice yelled.
"Tigressa, daughter of Kronos and defiler of creation, your exile is unfortunate. I have an offer I believe you would adore greatly. A chance to return to Earth and see your similarly outcasted family. Free to wander the worlds you crave to destroy again and avenge your humiliation at King Kronos' hand, you will but only if you complete a task for me."
The shadows circled slowly listening before they left the stones and all met nearby. Fusing together, an outline of a dragon-esque femme took shape with red eyes with yellow irises and black slit pupils appearing through the darkness. A huge yellow gem embedded in her chest glowed through as well until the shadows dispersed and retreated to the objects from which they came. A black tiger-striped orange and white bot with black barbs along her spine and thick tail towered above the Allspark with a reptilian growl. Her black lips in a deadly frown and the faint lines that ran from the corner of them back past the cheeks threatened to open to reveal much more sharp teeth than could be seen, an ability used to either eat larger prey by widening her mouth or to frighten anyone she wished.
Tigressa snorted in some amusement with a more natural voice, "And pray tell, what is it that's so important that you had to come bother me for? I don't need to see my siblings and I don't really care whether or not I face my sire again. I wish to be left alone."
"As do I," the Allspark said distastefully. "On my isle, two bots seek to bring me back to Cybertron where corruption has been rampant again. I want no part of it. If you can get rid of them, I will grant you your deepest desire, whatever it is. And they are currently dealing with the Horaquan nest there, your Metal Heads. Did I fail to mention that?"
The tiger-dragon flicked her tail with her ears pressed against her helm until a smirk played on her faceplates. "Tell me some more about these two pests of yours and I just might be able to help with their extermination."
Tigressa was very possessive, even about her own army. Naturally, she wouldn't take kindly to anyone daring to kill her creations. The perfect push to get her to do what it wanted. The Allspark would have smiled if it could.
"What the hell are Metal Heads? The Horaquan?" Arcee asked, kicking the Titanotops' lifeless tail.
"The Metal Heads are a tainted race created by King Kronos' corrupted daughter, Tigressa! She was evil, worse than you, Megatron," Bolt said.
Megatron wanted to address the slight issue he had upon hearing himself called that, but he paused himself when he realized technically, it was true.
"Where did you find this out? I thought none of your data pads had anything on the Metal Heads...Horaquan, whatever they are called."
"That's the funny part. They don't! But the texts that describe notable individuals do have something. 'Tigressa, the once proud princess of Kanjis, was dethroned from her place among the Kronos family when she arrogantly attempted to kill her own sire for control and undo the creation of worlds that, in her opinion, did not deserve life.' It goes on about Tigressa's abilities, problems, and all that fun, treacherous stuff. Then it mentions this: 'In her quest for power, Tigressa created an army of her own blood with the tainted energy of the element Economorphia, dubbed Eco for short, only found in the Serpent Sector Galaxy C-8901' That's what the humans call the Andromeda galaxy, which is home to Kanjis, by the way. 'The army of techno-organic monstrosities, nicknamed the Metal Heads, was fought on Kanjis but was no match for King Kronos and his forces. Several failed experiments to fight this army were attempted but events pressured Kronos into dealing with it head on.' The omni-scorpions! That's what he created them for! It makes sense now!"
Arcee narrowed her eyes, "Metal Heads. How do you know they are talking about the same species?"
"The name 'Horaquan' isn't one word like it sounds," Bolt emphasized. "It's actually two words from a world I didn't consider: Rozaria. Rozaria is the neighboring planet of Kanjis. It doesn't have any mechanical or techno-organic life on it which is why I didn't look at it. 'Hora-quan' in Rozarian means roughly 'metal headed' just like the nickname for the army described briefly under Tigressa's profile. It's usually a way of saying someone is stubborn and these things are quite acute to their namesake."
"If the Metal Heads are Tigressa's creation, are there any particular members of them that stand out? Someone knows we're here and is sending bigger and badder versions of Horaquan after us. The voice is a deep baritone so it can speak unlike the others."
The Vehicon hummed, "I will definitely look into it. Now that I have a better understanding of what we're dealing with, I think I'll be a bit faster this time. I'll try to hurry and give you a name or something because it says Tigressa was banished on a far separate planet last anyone knew per Kronos' arrest of her and that she isn't the active leader of her army. That means whoever you're dealing with just might be."
Megatron nodded, "Great, at least we have a bit more to go on."
"Come on, we need to see if we can find the shield gem still. Hopefully, this will teach this mystery leader not to mess with us."
"But they will regardless. We just killed their tank."
"W-well yeah?! It was trying to kill us! I'm not going to stand around and let myself be crushed by a hundred-ton techno-organic walking virus," she argued as she began to climb the pit.
As they reached one side of the surface above the pit, Moonhunter treaded carefully among slivers of platform to meet them on their side. Nearly the entire floor was caved in.
Megatron held up the remains of the horn Titanotops broke off in its rage. "This is my trophy of war now. You made a great effort though."
"You talking to yourself or the dead Metal Head?"
"Mixture of both really," he laughed. He put the horn in his subspace, "But I do like theatrics that give me bragging rights. I thought you knew me?"
The tunnel they came into had no platform and was inaccessible on the wall, so the only place to go now was the tunnel beside them that led deeper into the caverns. Arcee made a gesture in silence and slapped her thighs with a scowl with Megatron following her.
"Divide and conquer, my legion! Death to any who oppose me!" The baritone voice said.
That put both bots and the Nitrotiger on guard but while they traversed the tunnel, no attack came. If they weren't attacking now, they were probably awaiting a good trapping point to get the jump on them from.
The tunnel that led to another few chambers were caked with alien warts and vines, harmless but creepy. Even stepping on it gave an unnerving sensation through Arcee's spine. It was like the whole Unicron fiasco again but with organic elements.
Suddenly, two different types of roars echoed through the tunnel. One sounded like a deep rumble, the other more of a bird's screech. They found themselves heading to several large areas combined with an icy pool of water stretching more than half the square footage of it. Energon crystals lined the shore and various Metal Heads drank from it. Rhino-like, grunt-like, and even burly spider-like Metal Heads were collecting around the water, barely fazed by the elephant in the room...make that two.
A blue dragon with skull gems on its tail and chest, darker blue lines across its organic skin, and sharper, thinner armor across its body flew above the pool roaring angrily at another Metal Head. The second one resembled a phoenix, but the wings weren't feathered but bat-like with similar blue skin and frost-tipped metal armor. Its skull gem was located on its forehead like most others. It bellowed back, its beak opening farther wide than any bird they had encountered, revealing plenty of fangs hidden by its metal lower jaw. A rare trait, it seemed, was the two yellow eyes the bird-like Horaquan had compared to the normal four.
The fact that the other Metal Heads were merely watching the scuffle said something about their lack of empathy but also told of what they found humorous. Their heads moved back and forth between each large Horaquan like they were watching a tennis match.
Without warning, the Metal dragon produced a massive amount of electricity from the patterns on its skin and shot a blast of it toward the phoenix. The bird was stunned but not hurt. To counter, the Metal bird raised its head, and a swirling storm of ice began to appear above it. With a gesture of its wings pushing toward the other, the combination of wind and ice shot straight at the dragon, knocking it backwards. The dragon shook its head in confusion before roaring back.
"Huh, I would've thought one of them would have at least knocked each other out by now at random," Bolt abruptly said.
"How so?"
"Lightning and ice aren't as polar opposites as something like fire and ice or lightning and water where there's a guaranteed more powerful winner between each. It's more neutral in which it can go either way depending on the circumstances."
"Bolt's right," Megatron then said. "An electric charge will either branch through ice or it won't. And ice either will be resistant to a power such as lightning...or it won't. There's no absolute what they do against one another in natural or controlled forms. It's just by random of how much either can take of the other that determines which is more effective."
"What? Are you two playing that pocket monster weird-ass game, Pokémon or whatever, now or something? Raf used to explain that to us all the time with those games of his," Arcee chastised.
Bolt replied, "Don't even know what that is. This isn't a game, it's actual physics. Maybe the people who made the games did their research on elements? But I'm telling you that electricity and ice are not very for or against one another. It's by chance what either does to the other."
Arcee mused at that while looking at Megatron with a scoff, "So, these two idiots are just fighting each other with no results? How pathetic."
"Uh, Arcee?" Megatron muttered, staring in the direction of the Metal Heads as one made eye contact with him upon hearing them.
The femme ceased a smile that played on her faceplates when she too looked at them only to see all of the creatures in the room turning their heads to glare at them in unison. Even the two large beasts were caught staring down on them. The whole area was dead silent except for the faint guttural growls deep within the Horaquan's throats.
"H-how much of...that conversation...d-did they hear?" She harshly whispered.
All their yellow eyes narrowed after a brief second and Arcee was left peering around scared.
The warlord clicked his tongue nervously, "I'd say a majority of it."
"They must have a hive mind. If one hears you, it might have relayed our conversation to the others mentally. That's a rare ability but there are a few species here on Earth like bees that can do a version of that and the Insecticons when they have a central communicator."
The dragon and the bird hovered close, more comfortably together than separate against intruders. The bots could tell that although they were enemies, they were still partners...not any different than what Arcee and Megatron were.
"Remember what I said about electricity and ice, Arcee. You need to find a way to get rid of them or you'll find out on your end just how deadly those elements can be together! Thundershock and Tundrawarp, my quick-thinking names for these two, are not going to let you pass unless you take them out!"
The Tundrawarp gave out a trill of annoyance at their presence and then crowed loudly, forcing all the Metal Heads to climb up the walls onto ledges to vacant what they became aware was an arena. Both bots looked at each other when they realized the Horaquan were staging a battle with an audience. Apparently, they weren't just living creatures; they were an organized society with high intelligence just more brutal than most.
"Hahahahaha, you haven't ceased to surprise me," the mysterious voice called out again, addressing them alone, "but then again, maybe I have low expectations. I'll admit your valor is charming but very predictable. You may have destroyed my lieutenant, but there is plenty more where that came from, and my commanders will give you a nice dose of that reality."
They still couldn't see the origin of the voice and it was becoming eerie how the voice's owner could watch over everything like this but avoid being detected. Against their thoughts, the Metal Heads above the arena pounded their fists against the ice together to make what appeared to be a drum beat as hisses and growls echoed among it. The Thundershock gestured as if to taunt them to come forward if they dared. Definitely intelligent and cocky.
"Megatron, this situation is really beginning to piss me off."
"I feel you. I'm not liking the bird," Megatron sneered.
The Tundrawarp gave two claps of its beak together with a small noise to warn that it had a high intention of ripping them apart. The warlord matched the ferocity by baring his own sharp teeth with a predatory snarl. The two locked eyes with vast hatred.
"Let the games begin."
"Moonhunter, sweetie, Mama needs you to hang back! This is going to get messy."
The cat obeyed and sat on the platform with a tilt of his head.
The Metal Thundershock and Tundrawarp both roared in unison as Megatron and Arcee jumped down into the arena. The Thundershock took point and did a flip backwards before flying at them. Opening its mouth, a ray of electricity shot out and cracked along the ground. Arcee quickly parkoured off the wall to various small uneven platforms but kept off the icy terrain to avoid being electrocuted.
While the first Metal Head was focused on her, Megatron had already sprinted toward the second one. Leaping off a piece of ice sticking up from the ground then part of the wall, he turned feet first to hit the Tundrawarp right in the skull gem on its head. The beast was stunned by the maneuver and almost fell into the pool of cold water below only to flap its wings harder and hover, shaking off the hit.
Arcee, on her end, ran on the ground once the electric field was calm. She used her size and speed to outrun the dragon. As it landed to snap its jaws at her, she swerved to the side to make it miss her and jumped onto its back. It was thrown off by that and shook its body to try and dislodge her, but she refused to let go. On its backside, she flipped Dagger Prima out and breached the skin on its neck, but she was surprised to see not blood but an abnormally textured black and purple sludge bubble out.
Upon touching it, she exclaimed, "What the-?!"
A sudden jolt had the dragon viciously clambering around, whipping in every direction and taking her for an unwanted ride. It stomped across the floor before she had to grasp a spike on its spine as it transitioned to walking on the wall. Then it hit the ceiling and Arcee found herself looking upside down at Megatron and the Tundrawarp.
"This isn't where I want to be."
Meanwhile, the Metal bird tried to bite him and he kicked its helm so hard, part of it twisted to the side with a crack. At first, the warlord thought he had shattered its vertebrae or broke an important artery but his hope died when the beast forced its head back in the center before cocking it to the side to realign itself with a sickening crackling of metal exoskeleton. It straightened out and sneered down at him with a hint of malice and humor.
Megatron frowned in disbelief, "No, you can't do that! You can do that?!"
A beaked smile with present teeth and a brief honk like it was laughing was all he got before the Tundrawarp lifted its wing and slapped him. He went flying across the arena like a hockey puck. He skidded across the water like a perfectly thrown rock before hitting the ice edge and doing a few flips uncontrollably in the air. He landed face first onto the ground with a groan.
The Horaquan watching covered their mouths to both be slightly pained but also amused by the spectacle.
"Oooo, that's got to hurt," the overlord voice said with a noticeable wince in their tone. "Poor little Cybertronian."
Megatron scowled to the ceiling. "Shut up, you-!"
He was forcibly dragged backwards and left claw marks on the ice only to appear in the talons of the Tundrawarp who he despised with an ever-growing passion.
"Heads up!" Arcee yelled.
Both the Horaquan and ex-Decepticon peered in the same direction behind the beast to see Arcee on the Thundershock's face covering its eyes. It was blindly charging at them which earned not just a gasp from Megatron but the Metal Head holding him as well. The Thundershock took out the Tundrawarp's only stable leg and the latter gave a chicken-like cry as was tumbling over, letting go of Megatron who fell on the dragon's tail.
Megatron smirked maliciously at the Tundrawarp's dazed form on the other beast's back before turning to the front of the trainwreck that was the rampaging Thundershock. Upon climbing up to its head as it slowed to shake violently to snag any of the pests off, he held on and mused at Arcee still latched onto its face.
"You still alive?"
Arcee was clutching against it with every fiber of her being. "No, not really!"
He brought down his servo, "Here! Let's give it more of a fighting chance!"
As they approached a wall and Arcee's recognizing the inevitable sign that it was going to slam head first into it to kill her, she didn't hesitate to take Megatron's servo. He whipped her off the creature's eyes which widened and it hit the wall hard enough to where its rear was lifted high and almost touched the wall itself. Unscathed, both bots rolled off it and adjusted to the feeling of being back on their feet on the ground again.
"Ah, damn, remind me not to go to any rodeos in the future."
Megatron laughed, "Yes, your Majesty."
"You want to switch?" Arcee coughed.
As the Tundrawarp got back on its feet, snarling and clicking its beak together twice by instinct, Megatron frowned, "No, I got business to settle with the bird."
Arcee looked at the Thundershock as it brushed the ice off and shivered slightly. An idea hit her. "Megatron, see if you can get the dragon to start using its powers more and I'll do the same."
"Okay, and what after that?"
"Improvise," she smiled.
He returned the expression as he ran back towards the shaken Horaquan he hated so much as she leapt up to a platform containing spectating Metal Head grunts. She blew a mocking kiss at a few and they growled in confusion before she turned to look down at the Thundershock who slowly peered up at her.
"Hey, buddy, you look a little lost down there. Need a hand or a paw?"
The dragon swiped at her but she merely backed from the edge. It grew frustrated enough to send another beam of lightning towards her. On cue, she sprinted off the platform, jumping as the surge exploded it and sent the Metal Heads sitting there scattering. Running on any sliver of ice that could be walked on along the wall, she laughed.
The Thundershock followed this time close and watching for every single move she made so it wouldn't lose sight of her. More parts of the wall sparked and she dodged each blast frightened but not that she would show it now. She refused to go near the water as the liquid would not just be cold but would slow her down considerably and every second counted.
Megatron, on the other hand, slid beneath the Tundrawarp and aimed his cannon just as he was about to be blocked by its underbelly to fire against its chin. The blast exploded right on the jugular and its head whipped down just in time to see him disappear. Maneuvering around, it was blatantly sick of his games which was exactly what he wanted. With a shrill that turned into a gigantic bellow, bio lights of blue trickled up its throat and a beam of ice emerged.
Sliding to avoid it, Megatron used his claws to turn on the icy floor as the beam followed. "Too slow!"
Growling, the Tundrawarp changed its tactic and did ice shots. Several came down near Megatron, all of which he dodged and used formations in his way to take the hits. One formation had two Ramheads on it. As he ran by, he took one of their paws and dragged them down to the other's confusion and swung it around back towards the Horaquan bird. A blast of ice hit it and it was frozen solid as it struggled to regain its footing. Lacking sympathy, the Tundrawarp's talons crushed the iced Metal Head and shattered it into a million pieces.
As Arcee was luring her enemy everywhere with electricity roaring past her with every move and Megatron was making ice fly every direction, the two locked optics and nodded at each other. The plan was to get the two rival beasts to fight each other again or simply use their elements against one another.
Megatron stopped and turned with his cannon ready. Firing several shots, it littered the Tundrawarp with smoke despite the blasts themselves did nothing. In its distraction, he began to climb it fast and bounced off its snout over its head and back down its spine, giving a cruel gesture on the way down.
In a fury, the Tundrawarp turned quickly and tried to fire a beam of ice directly at Megatron, but it failed to notice Arcee running around with the Thundershock on her aft. She passed Megatron and jumped towards the bird with the dragon maneuvering with her to try and catch her with jaws wide open just as the bird blasted its power. The beam hit the back of the Thundershock's throat and its whole body twitched paralyzed, unable to close its mouth. The skin of the beast grew colder with frost forming on its armor.
By the time the avian Horaquan commander shut down its ability, the Thundershock was staring back at it frozen with choking noises emitting from clogged vocals. All its vital organs were freezing with a block of ice formed in its throat constricting air flow. It began convulsing, struggling to breathe and it fell over into the pool of water. However, it managed to grab the bird's wing with an icy grip and dragged it down as well with a loud splash.
Arcee and Megatron ran to each other, assuring one another they were alright. It was at that moment they saw something horrifying.
The erratic behavior of the suffocating, freezing Thundershock half-submerged and helpless in the water caused its electric powers to suddenly burst without restriction in its panic. The Tundrawarp barely was able to splash about to free itself from the former's grip when it realized it was in danger...but it was too late. The electrical current hit the confined water and ran through it in less than a second. The Metal bird was stagnant but convulsing where it stood as over five hundred million volts ran through its body.
The Thundershock finally went still but its energy still cackled. The whole arena and its spectators were all silent. The only sounds were the electric current running rampant and the screaming Tundrawarp. Abruptly, the bird's chest armor burst with armor pieces flying everywhere, one of which made Megatron cover Arcee and duck in a flash when it nearly decapitated them, embedding itself in the ice wall they were pressed against in horror. Moonhunter was whimpering with his tail in between his legs at the sight above them on the platform.
As quick as it was, the Tundrawarp fell forward face first into the water dead, but its body still twitched from the current. Both Metal Heads died so painfully that even bots and Horaquan alike stood petrified like they too had been hit. They saw every single jerking motion and felt the heat of the electricity dancing. The smell all but made a majority of them gag.
Megatron uncovered Arcee when he felt it was safe and stared at the carnage like it was his first time ever witnessing death. Seeing the femme's expression was the same and feeling bad, he tried to lighten the indescribable mood with a meek voice. "So, do you think, uh, they...survived?"
His rhetorical question got a fast answer when a spark startled them and a few more pieces of armor from the Tundrawarp were thrown into the air. Some embedded themselves in the ceiling while others just fell back to the ground spinning. The Metal Heads on the platform above flinched back with equally confused and freaked out expressions.
Wincing, Megatron shook his head, "I feel bad for the dragon, not so much for the bird."
When everything went silent again, multiple Horaquan heads shifted in unison to look at both Arcee and Megatron. But instead of their normal threatening stares, they were quite neutral as if to wonder what the bots' next step of their plan was.
"I'm afraid to even move," Arcee said quietly.
Just then, the voice returned. It wasn't as arrogant as they had heard it up to this point. "My commanders? Clever, very clever. I have never seen anyone take out any of my legion like that before except for one."
"Hey, God-on-High, why don't you come down and face us? Scared? Are you even the leader?" Megatron snarled back up at the ceiling.
"I am the Metal Head Leader! And you are nothing but scum beneath me, Cybertronians! But since you have proven your worth, I will heed your request. Follow the northern tunnel at the far end of the arena and you will find me there. Come to your doom."
The Metal Heads looked at each other but the ones blocking the selected tunnel moved aside to form a path. Arcee, Megatron, and Moonhunter walked past the corpses of the two beasts as well as lines of Metal Heads awaiting them. None attacked, not one. They all stared like the bots were some forbidden forces of nature.
Arcee couldn't call them scared but they weren't even daring to place a foot towards her or her partner. Moonhunter hissed at one and it hissed back but Arcee waved the Horaquan off with a shake of her head. It obeyed, mainly because it knew it wasn't allowed to hurt them by their leader's command.
"Bolt, I hope you saw all that because damn," Arcee laughed.
"I...I can honestly say I did. And I recorded most of it. That was brilliantly done, queenie. That was one of the most epic deaths of any living thing I think I witnessed."
"You think that was good? Me using those blood grenades against Megatronus? This places second to that. You missed the best one unfortunately."
Bolt gave a chuckle, "Yeah, I know. I so wish I saw that one. Well, you have your update and I have mine."
Megatron smiled, "And what's that?"
"I found out who might be the leader. It's either Rozarian Captain Ceros Silos who turned into a Metal Head and served Tigressa prior for millions of years even before as her captain of the guard on Kanjis, or it is another Rozarian by the name of Sephtis, a cruel sponsor and ring leader of what is Rozaria's black market. He helped Tigressa and was offered a position in her army. The result was...terrible. And yes, I managed to find this in Rozaria's profile database because it mentions somewhat that both Silos and Sephtis went 'mad' and killed many people for Tigressa. The best thing ever about both is that they have the labels 'corrupted' on their files. That all but confirms it."
"We're dealing with a Rozarian gone insane? This ought to be fun," Arcee scoffed.
She was more than prepared to take on whichever Rozarian it was. She defeated Xerophorus and now Metal Head commanders. She can defeat someone made of both species she felt. There was a newfound confidence in this she never thought she needed. It was time to put the leader of the Metal Heads back in the history books where they belonged.
AN: Who will be the Metal Head you see? Find out next time! Oh, and we're almost halfway done with the story and believe me, the second half is where the real fun on Cybertron begins to unfold.
Featured monsters:
Metal Tundrawarp (Kanjis)
Metal Thundershock (Kanjis)