The morning rose to determined faces. The Autobots in grim determination of the coming battle with Unicron and Primus's sister, an original with an unusually hidden history. The other two, the unknown Primes, were waiting with jittery hesitance. Today was the day, the day. They were going to reclaim their human friend, ward off a Power so vast it was neither good nor evil, and kick her off their planet. Not to hard, right?

"It is time, lead the way my friends." Optimus finally commanded, and Ara smiled a patient smile in reply.

"Course. Mitz, time to go!" She called out and the little human ran into the room and up onto Critius's shoulder.

"She can't come, she'll get killed!" Arcee protested immediately.

"Let her be." Ara replied with a snap.

"She's human if you haven't noticed, any con out there could crush her without a thought." Bulkhead added in uneasily. A little human coming into battle with them? Ara was either the dummies bot on planet earth, or something was going on he didn't know about. Ara scoffed in response to Bulkhead's worry.

"Well let's see, I've been with her all her mortal life, she looks human so I'm gonna guess she's human. No duh, ya dummy! She has been in my care her human life, I know what kinds of situations to put her in or not. Why don't you trust me? Did something bad happen when you were a sparkling? Something that made you think you couldn't ever trust anyone, ever?" Ara demanded, a smirk quirking itself on her cold metal lips.

"He meant nothing by his remark, Aramayus." Optimus spoke in. "He is simply questioning the idea of bringing your mortal friend into combat with us."

"I will be the judge of Mitzi's well fare, alright?" Ara replied hotly.

"Ara, calm yourself. This isn't war, just a simple debate." Critius broke in.

"May, you know me better than the 'bots do, don't worry about it." Mitzi replied from atop Critius's shoulder.

"Ready to go?" Ara smiled.

"Let's roll out." Optimus replied solemnly.

"What are the coordinates?" Ratchet asked as the white femme approached him.

"Let me, it'll be easier." Ara replied, budging into Ratchet's spot at the controls. "We're going to find Middia, but only we 3 Primes will be able to defeat her. Primus wanted a back up plan, just in case. He told his sister all of the Prime's company must journey with them, so Ratchet, you're coming too." Ara called over her shoulder as she typed a series of buttons in quick succession of each other. The ground bridge slowly came to life, the coordinates locked in. "Crit, ya think..?" Ara asked hesitantly as she stood beside her black comrade.

"We must." Critius replied calmly.

"But..." Ara trailed off quietly.

"There is no backing out, it is decided." Mitzi spoke up ominously. "It has been decided, chosen long ago. There is no other way for you."

"What is she talking about?" Arcee demanded, and the blond child swiveled her head in the blue 'bot's direction.

"Quiet, do not speak." Mitzi replied with a steely voice, and surprisingly Arcee shut up.

"It is time." Ara declared as the portal glowed brighter than it ever had.

"Autobots, roll out." Optimus said boldly, and with the two other Primes by his side they entered the portal with the rest of the company in tow. The light burned their optics and eyes, and the 'bots had to lower their eyes or glare into the brightness to avoid to much pain. The light glowed and burned them, and then it melted away and the 'bots found themselves in a large metal room. The room was huge by Cybertronian standards, making even the great Optimus Prime feel tiny in comparison. The walls were colored in dark colors on the left hand side of the room, and light colors on the right. The middle of the room was a blend of dark and light, the middle ground between good and evil. Three large thrones took up prominence at the back of the room, one large and twisting in ominous ways, one large and with soothing swirls and calming designs, and the last in between the two, designed half and half of the other thrones it resided by. Mitzi slipped down from her guardian's arm and looked about the room with a serene smile.

"Where are we?" Bulkhead murmured carefully. The others looked about them carefully, it was a no duh what this place was: A throne room for Unicron, Primus, and Middia.

They were in the Original Powers Palace.

Without a word, the Autobots quietly drew their weapons, expecting the unexpected.

"Oh, put your weapons up. You don't need them yet." Mitzi told the group as she walked toward the thrones.

"Come back here!" Arcee hissed, and Bumblebee agree with a beep.

"I'm fine." Mitzi replied easily, walking about the throne with a giggle. The tiny human couldn't even see the top of the throne chair it was so big! A hallway appeared in the wall behind Middia's throne and without a word Mitzi rushed through it, the door closing with a soft thud behind her.

"Mitzi!" The Autobots shouted in horror, rushing to try to force the door open. The frame itself was gone, their was no way of getting Mitzi back.

"Maybe we can ram the wall, maybe we can break through!" Arcee suggested, but Optimus shook his head.

"I doubt that is a wise idea." Optimus murmured, turning back to see Critius and Aramayus hadn't moved from their spots in the throne hall.

"That it is." A voice laughed, and another entry way opened up from the other end of the hall. A bot so huge it had to be a miniature version of Unicron was entering the room. Decorated in colors of dark blue, black, light rosy red, swirls of orange and yellow, and a spot of pink around her helmet pointed to her difference from the other bots in the room. The bot's optics were different from the others, one was blue while the other was purple. The bot stood tall, a laugh on her face. "And it is best you don't try it."

"Lady Middia." Critius and Aramayus murmured, bowing before the femme.