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Bolt was relieved to hear Arcee and Megatron were okay. Facing Quintessons was something not many could brag about and the fact that they pulled through was amazing. As he waited for them to give the signal to return now that Crystal Lake was free of enemies, he slowly twirled in his chair bored and playing with a data pad that had some information on Earth's creatures. Since Crystal Lake had mostly Earth animals, it felt only appropriate to read up on them just in case.
As he read through the specs on zebras and rhinos, a faint sound of a monogoliath trumpeting every so often was heard. He ignored it as usual background ambience of the marshlands. It started to grow louder and more frantic. It got to the point where it was annoying to say the least. He tried to ignore it a few more times until he finally dropped his pad down with a disappointed grunt and went for the door to the exterior.
"I swear I'm going to shoot this thing," he muttered.
There was a muffled rumble or two, but he didn't think much about it. Opening the door, he saw nothing at first glance. Then he tried to walk out to get a better range of sight. To his shock, a monogoliath fell directly in front of him, scattering water and scaring him. The ship shook as the creature landed on its side. It gave a noise that he had never even heard before, one of unbearable pain.
He used the frame to support himself from falling over and stared at it in worry. "What the-?!"
The monogoliath tried to trumpet one more time when a larger black and red-clawed pede stepped right on its throat, making both it and Bolt afraid to even make a squeak. A low growl was heard, and Bolt had no choice but to back away as none other than the Cybertronian Predator loomed over the monogoliath. With a blow of air against the Kanjian creature's face, the Predator peered down at it with an insatiable hunger. But then the damaged right optic of the monster, Moonhunter's achievement upon saving him, met with Bolt's. The bared optic contracted its brightness with a rumble.
Bolt kept calm with the reassurance that the gems' shield would hold but it still didn't stop his flinching when the Predator gave a tap of the side of its head against the invisible barrier, aiming for the ship to coax him out as a threat. Ripples of energy showed off the shield's range before it became invisible again. What scared Bolt more was the fact that unlike a bloodthirsty, savage beast one commonly heard of that would gnaw and punch the shield over and over trying to get him, the Predator simply eyed the radius the ripples went to and seemed to understand quite quickly it was not going to get through.
However, the moment of the serenity of understanding became immediate bloodshed. In a sudden rage, the Predator clamped its jaws down over the monogoliath's head and effortlessly tore it off like it was splitting paper. Then it threw the severed head hard directly at the shield before letting out a roar in Bolt's direction. Energon leaking into the marsh water, a giant monster giving him a death stare and a headless monogoliath made Bolt, for once, hyperventilate. He had never seen any animal or beast so vindictive in his lifespan.
The Cybertronian Predator gave another warning growl before grabbing a limb of the monogoliath with its teeth and dragging the corpse away with its powerful stomps scaring everything in its vicinity. Bolt watched this in unabridged terror before shutting the door and walking backwards right into a wall. He didn't move for a solid minute until he heard Arcee call him.
"Bolt, we have the gem...and some trophies for you you're going to like."
He regained enough of himself to slowly nodded and walk to the main deck. "Y-yeah, yeah, I hear you...activating now."
The ground bridge appeared and all he saw was a robotic tentacle and blue legs. When Arcee passed him, her face was pressed against it unwillingly and she was leaning back very far to carry something over three times her own weight. Megatron held a scared Moonhunter, the gorgegulper tusk and the gem which he placed on the nearest table while Arcee dropped the heavy tentacle on the floor with a small noise of exhaustion.
When Moonhunter was set down, he scrambled into a crevice between two consoles and only the glow of his optics could be seen blinking on the lookout. Bolt normally would have scolded the cat, but he was feeling very generous today.
"I, uh...ahem, am a bit sorry for the delay and lack of communication. I just...got a scare. Nothing to be concerned about," he laughed trying to ease his own tension.
Arcee caught the lie and frowned softly, "The Predator's back, isn't it?"
Bolt sighed, "Yes, and it has me on its hit list. It killed a poor monogoliath, tore its freaking head off and threw it at the ship. It's...the head's still out there on the south side of the Endeavor so don't go that way. You two go relax for a bit, I'll set these up in their proper placements."
Megatron placed a servo on his shoulder and asked, "Are you sure? We can do it if you need some time. From what I remember of your explanation of it and the historic rumors as a miner when I did find some prey of the Predator, it's a very draining enemy."
"Nah, thanks though. I'm nitpicky how my displays are done anyway. It's just better if I do them."
The warlord shared a glance with Arcee before shrugging and heading toward the back of the ship. Arcee grew a surprised expression when Bolt lifted the tentacle and exclaimed, "Ew! It's slimy?! You never mentioned it was slimy!"
"Sorry, skipped my mind," she sheepishly said.
The Allspark watched the Quintessons go down, especially their commander. Once again, Arcee and Megatron never failed to impress with their miraculously stupid luck. At this point, the Allspark wasn't even in the mood to argue with its taunting conscience. There was still plenty left on the island to win against them. It was troubling though how it was starting to remember certain things while it watched them.
It left to escape Cybertron's corruption, but it wanted to help as its sentries kept pointing out. But why? If it never cared...if it didn't care anymore it should say, what was the meaning of its own sabotage? Because it wanted Arcee to win deep down. That wasn't right.
Oh, but it is. Now you remember, hiding your own memories from yourself. You needed someone to help Cybertron so you orchestrated this meeting, and you sabotaged your own set up. Pitiful.
"Wasn't talking to you," it growled.
And do you have a plan on silencing us too? How long before you screw that up?
"Why can't you go away?"
We are you! If you can't remember that then you truly are lost. If you could face the trauma those Primes put you through, that prison they entrapped you in, you would have the courage to fight Cybertron's corruption yourself. But all you do is whine and moan in your citadel while a Cybertronian has to clean up your mess on top of the treason she has been dealt. What they did was wrong, but the past cannot be altered, and you know it! So, face your terrors where your light doesn't shine and find your voice! We cannot do anything unless you change...we are only your conscience after all...
Normally, the sentries would stick around, jabbing at anything it had to say but when it noticed all the spirits in the room looked between the screen showing the destruction of the Quintessons to each other and then fading out, the Allspark was suddenly met with loneliness. The silence was what it wanted...but now it had no one. Not a breath of life, no other voices patrolling in its main core; silence.
Upon realizing what it had argued with itself inside, it slowly took in some of the words. The fact that its conscience was really giving up hope the same as it had was a bit unreal to it. Hearing mention of its past, however, brought it to ignore that somewhat.
The Primes betrayed it. Over twenty million years isolated, its powers separated, and it had nothing to its original design. Like an object passed around, it could only watch Cybertron dive deeper into the abyss. Breaking free was a miracle but a challenge. It thanked Optimus Prime, Thirteen, for figuring out Vector Sigma was its other half and destroying that wretched machine to bring it back to full power, but it couldn't face the darkness that was still creeping in the end of its fear of being trapped again in a waking nightmare.
It was funny...the irony of it all. The Primes feared its power and as a sentient computer and master of space and time, it could do anything the imagination could create. It loved watching younglings grow in awe at the wonders it bestowed under the gracious nature of its core back then. It never meant to harm. But the Primes thought it was secretly planning to take over the universe, what they themselves almost did like hypocrites. It was not. So, they trapped it, syphoning its powers of creation into Vector Sigma, a hand-made supercomputer that could recreate its wonders under a Cybertronian's control while its consciousness was all that remained in its crystal shell with only scraps of its powers to manipulate. Never again.
The Allspark could only think about that, glowing red in its frustration. Maybe it was in the wrong...but it was going to be damned if it would let any Cybertronian ever come near it. Arcee meant well supposedly and yes, it should have been more courageous, but it made the decisions now! No more waiting for a Cybertronian to tell it what to do! No more letting a Cybertronian control its powers! It decided when it was done and Arcee only had seven gems. The citadel's shield couldn't be dismantled until all eleven were together and its key to deactivate it was safe. There was still no mercy it would give.
After Arcee was repaired, Megatron took a nap, and Moonhunter got over the shock of the evening, all three met up with Bolt as he was looking over the schematics for Cinder's Swamp.
"Cinder's Swamp...oh, Megatron, you're going to hate life and probably never set foot on Earth again," Bolt laughed.
Megatron made an exaggerated sigh, "Let me guess: damp murky water?"
"Yep."
"Reeks worse than a gladiator's shower after a hard battle?"
"Just about."
With a deadpanned poker face, Megatron stared at the wall. "Bring it."
Arcee, however, was nearly on the floor and slapped Megatron's arm. "It's okay, big guy! I'll offer you unlimited luxury oil baths after this."
Bolt was amused as well but he cut his snickering short when he displayed the map. "Yes, but in all seriousness, we do have a small problem and that is I know exactly where the gem is but...it's drifting, and I don't know why. The water has so much organic stuff in it, it's not letting me pick up life signals of any techno-organic or pure cybernetic creatures. I shouldn't put techno-organics on that issue because they usually have natural cloaking anyway, but you know what I mean."
The queen smirked, "Retrieve the gem, run into whatever opposition there may be, kill said opposition, and try to come back in one piece. Another day in paradise."
"Give them hell," Bolt said. "I'll, uh, keep watch for the Predator now that we know its back. I'll call you if anything goes wrong. Be on your guard as always. Oh, and Arcee, try not to put a lot of pressure on that arm of yours. Your leg was repaired just fine, but the arm posed a slight challenge. Where that Quintesson dug into was right next to the main power cabling. If you break that, your whole arm will be dysfunctional, and I don't have any spare cabling to fix it."
"Will do, boss."
Bolt then looked at Moonhunter. "You're up, cat."
The Nitrotiger heard all of their conversation and shook his head quickly.
"Don't tell me you're scared now. Come on, get going!"
Moonhunter instead ran as he tried to catch him, crawling under a table and hissing.
"Damn. Alright, stay down there! You're no help anyway!"
Arcee glared at him, "Be nice."
Bolt snarled, "I am nice! He has the problem like the scared, little pussycat he is."
She simply rolled her optics as the Vehicon opened the portal to the swamp and stood at attention as they left. When they arrived in Cinder's Swamp, they immediately sank slightly in the water with all its mud, leaving Megatron slightly peeved and Arcee nearly chest-deep and grossed out. She wiped away a few strands of floating leaves.
"I thought the marshlands were a struggle to walk through," she scoffed.
Megatron peered down at her and then offered his arm for her to climb up. "Here. Since I'm not getting any cleaner, might as well get a free ride."
She didn't argue with that except with a raised brow. Hopping onto his shoulder, she nestled in a crossed leg position around one of his shoulder spikes to keep herself from slipping off. She then took the position as a lookout.
"This is a bit fun."
"Don't get used to it," Megatron mused playfully.
"You never complained before."
"I'm being nice."
"Shocking."
The swamp had a lot of bald cypress and more juvenile sized willows than the marshlands. They heard occasional hissing and spotted Earth alligators hiding among the water as they passed. A few scurried off from the imposing size of Megatron but others just watched them carefully. One was a mother with almost a hundred babies on its back and their father seemed to be in front of it as it opened its jaws in warning.
Other organic creatures like various species of turtles and birds such as cranes were wandering around unafraid of them. Then they spotted more cybernetic breeds. Among floats of organic crocodiles and alligators, there appeared mechanical versions of them in the distance, larger and imposing.
Bolt chimed in, "Those big boys with the blue coloring are Caminien alligores. They are responsible for many disappearances of bots who tour the inner sanction of the planet to its water-based core. Many people have been eaten by them. Then, of course, there are the infamous green and yellow striped crococinders, the alligores' rival species...surprisingly living in harmony in a foreign swamp. Guess they prefer the company of each other than Earth's species. The way you can tell them apart is simple. Alligores have a huge crest on their snout. They find mates by fighting one another and often using those crests to inflict harmful jabs at each other. Crococinders are...eh, they are actual fire-breathers."
Arcee frowned, "How can they be a water creature but have fire breath?"
"Just because the elements are contradictory doesn't mean the abilities are. They have a core heating system unlike most species, and it causes a specialized gas to form in their bodies which rises, giving them not only buoyancy but also moves through their ventilation located just on the inside of their mouths. The gas ignites through a natural trigger without any damage to their interior piping and ta-da, you have fire breath as a result. Fun facts make life worth living, huh?"
Megatron suddenly paused and groaned. Arcee was quick to ask, "Is everything alright?"
He placed a servo on his chest, and she saw the Dark Energon, blood of Unicron the Chaosbringer, that he had lived with for years upon his first revival on Earth glow through his Decepticon insignia. When the Autobots, including her, fought him in space to prevent him from using Dark Energon to bring an army through, reversing the space bridge's pumps blasted him to death...except he didn't die. A shard of Dark Energon he had used to keep his spark aflame prior did its job well. It remained and he could still sense anything infected with it.
"Something here is infused with Dark Energon. It's close."
"Excellent, just what we need," she sighed sarcastically.
The warlord moved forward on high alert as the Dark Energon within grew to a steady pulse. It became faster until Arcee could almost hear it moving. She looked at Megatron who was staring around trying to find where whatever life had it was.
Suddenly, something dropped on Arcee and screamed, throwing it off her. Megatron was quick to position his cannon on it when it landed against a tree but was taken aback by what he saw. A snake no bigger than Arcee's arm glowed purple among its scales and slithered in the water quickly out of sight.
"Huh," Megatron began, "I guess some Dark Energon happened to infect it. I sense nothing else aside from that."
Bolt laughed, "Scared as Moonhunter, Arcee?"
"Shut up," she bit back.
"That was a simple rock viper from Chaar. Long before the end of the war, it became a Decepticon colony; Megatron hoarded a crystal of Dark Energon there on his three-year hiatus from Earth after finding it. We got wind of this via Decepticon cross-channels back on the Nemesis. There was a report of a leak in the containment, and I guess we know now a few creatures of Chaar did get infected. Must have fell on a rock viper nest or something and the Allspark happened to transport one of the former hatchlings."
As they continued on, Megatron happened to look up to see the night sky framed by the bald cypress canopy. Arcee caught him staring and smiled.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Megatron smirked, "It's always been beautiful, just...it feels like there's less in it, you know?"
She slowly nodded at that. "Because you know more about what's out there than previously. Takes the wonder out of 'what will you find next?' But remember, this is only one galaxy. I think we might see others someday."
That made the warlord sigh, "You might. I won't."
"We've talked about this. I'm going to try my best to-"
"Your best might not be enough, Arcee. And I don't expect it to be. It's over. This is my last adventure. I know I joked about retiring but we both know what's going to really happen. I'm not wondering what I'm going to encounter next when I look up at the stars. I'm wondering when will I ever get the chance to see them again...from this point of view? Things have changed; all I can do is watch and wait."
Arcee didn't know how to address that so she did only what she could do. Placing a servo against his helm, she stroked it and noted how Megatron kind of leaned against her touch. It was probably the last few comforts he would feel if what he believed would happen when they got home did.
Abruptly, they began to hear laughter, but it wasn't a normal laugh. It was more of a hissing laugh, like a serpent or a large bug of sorts attempting to laugh. The water seemed vacant, at least by anything that could even remotely match the vocal pattern. Megatron peered around suspiciously when he heard a small gasp and his shoulder felt lighter. He quickly turned his head to see his shoulder empty of a bot and that sent him reeling in panic and anger.
"Arcee?!" He yelled as he looked to the canopy for any sign of her.
The hissing was ghostly. He was suddenly pulled back and fell on his front into the water before being dragged backwards. He peered back among his struggles to see a large vine slithering and holding onto his leg. Aiming his cannon, he nearly exploded the damn thing. It ceased its hostility and retreated with a whine, dipping below the waterfront toward the north. Megatron noticed that and went into pursuit.
He stopped at an opening with less trees but instead in its center, a giant, ugly red plant with curling dark red patterns rested on a small hill above the water. It looked kind of like a flower bulb standing straight up and since it was night, he assumed it was closed up until it could get sunlight again. The stem was thick and toward its roots, it was massive with dark red thorns going all the way down. Its huge leaves started green but faded to a red autumn coloring. Vines were everywhere around it; in the trees, on the ground, in the water and they seemed to zigzag out of the dirt, all of them leading back to the plant itself. It swayed a little, but Megatron didn't feel any wind...
"Megatron! Don't go near that thing!" Bolt immediately yelled. "It's a deathtrap!"
"Figured it was a trap; it's a bit suspicious-"
"No! No, not a deathtrap as in an actual trap! Its name is the Kanjian deathtrap! They're a pure organic species that lives across the equator of Kanjis and they eat practically anything! Their stomach acid can burn through even a rare metal on Kanjis called obstrutanium, dubbed Precursor Ore by a few, which is said to be indestructible. They are invasive and they have zero problems eating the likes of us."
"Megatron!" Arcee suddenly came into view with vines wrapped around her torso and constricting her arms. She was brought to hover over the bulb from the trees.
When Megatron ran to help Arcee, he was stopped by the sound of cracking dirt and the water shifting. At the base of the hill where the water met it, several vines coiled out like they were forming a barrier. Each moved like cobras ready to strike. He heard a loud hiss from the plant, and it shivered. A leaf-like tongue came out to taste the air, almost touching Arcee who leaned away as much as she could in disgust. The so-called bulb of the plant bent towards Megatron, and he was scared upon seeing the true horror it was.
Sharp, thin dark red fangs were the most notable thing on it, located on the exterior with some type of green slime saliva dripping down as it opened its jaws. It had a very thin glossa and several flesh-like barbs on the roof and floor of its mouth pointing back into its throat to keep prey from escaping. Two glossy, pure black eyes were staring at him with a spider's gaze. Slots just between the eyes seemed to be a type of ventilation of its interior, nostrils for air probably but he never knew any plants that needed to breathe before...but most weren't sentient either. It waved its leaf limbs on its main body and gave a three snap of its intertwined teeth in warning before it made a raptor-like hiss...then a faint impression of what could be mistaken as a laugh. Whether or not it actually was laughing, or it just happened to be able to make that noise was currently unknown.
Bolt coughed awkwardly, "You know, I would say burn it with fire...but you're surrounded by water so that ain't going to help you."
"And you telling me I'm screwed without saying those specific words isn't helping my situation, Bolt," he said, not breaking eye contact with the vicious plant.
"But maybe this will. It's an organic lifeform."
"Yes, and?!"
"Use those brains of yours, supreme leader. I just told you all you needed to know about Gargantua," the Vehicon said calmly. "And yes, its name is now Gargantua because that thing is huge!"
Megatron looked at the water then back to the plant. Most plants thrive with water and air just like any other organic lifeform, but too much water could kill them depending on the species. He had an idea. Gargantua may love the swamp, but it was no water-dweller and unlike most plants, it seemed to rely on oxygen more than normal with present nostrils. If it's possible, he was going to drown a plant today.
The deathtrap seemed to grin before lowering Arcee to taunt him almost. Arcee, however, was less than pleased, "Keep laughing, salad, and I'll cut a real smile on that ugly face of yours when I get out of this! Megatron, normally I don't like the whole 'damsel-in-distress' cliché but I need some help here! This stupid plant will try to eat me if you don't do something like NOW!"
Megatron banged his fists together as the plant's vines shivered in anticipation. "Working on it."
The loose vines suddenly whipped at him at a lightning pace. He blocked two but the third one hit him right in the head, making him spin around before stumbling back. He barely saw the fourth when he found himself hit off the ground and sent spiraling horizontally right into the water. Lifting himself out of the murky swamp, he was stunned by how fast the deathtrap was, and what was worse was the fact that it was sitting pretty while its vines did all the work, taunting him still with that crude fanged smile.
If there was one thing Megatron hated, it was someone laughing at him, even stupid plants. He scowled, shaking the stale water off him, "Oh, it is on."
Getting up, he rethought his plan. A second look told him the main body of the plant, aside from its jaws, was mostly helpless. It relied on its vines therefore it was just a matter of cutting them down to size and he had the perfect tools for that. He brought out both his swords and pointed one at the deathtrap as a silent warning. The giant plant hissed with its mouth wide open in response.
The vines lashed out at him again and this time, he swiftly swiped at them. He cut more than three off at the same speed as their attack now that he knew its tactic. The deathtrap gave a screech at its severed limbs before giving a ghastly roar. As the vines were held back, Megatron grew confused until rumbling beneath the ground caught his attention. He couldn't move out of the way as a root attached itself to his pede. Grunting, he instead used his cannon to blast it off.
More appeared, snaking their way towards him. If he had to guess, they either intended on burying him alive or ripping him apart. At the same time, Arcee was moved directly over the plant's head, and it peered up at her hungrily before opening its jaws wide. The vines holding her crept down as she struggled. It was enough to send Megatron into a frenzy.
Arcee peered directly down its throat and saw more barbs on the way down. "Not good! Definitely not good! Megatron?!"
Hearing her cry out made him growl. He grabbed one of the roots as it wrapped around his arm and pulled it with brute force. The root's hidden portion leading back to the plant unearthed and jolted the deathtrap to lean sideways abruptly. It frantically waved its leaves and gave another screech. In response, its vines tightened their hold on Arcee who gave a small grunt of pain.
Megatron was suddenly bombarded with vines curling over his limbs and chassis trying to restrain him as the deathtrap regained balance. He pushed forward against their hold to try and reach the plant. He snapped a few vines that couldn't take the pressure and the roots attempting to slow him were pulled out of the ground. Even the deathtrap began to look worried as much as its dark, soulless eyes could muster.
Each step he could feel the thorns scraping against his armor, making him wince. But he had a mission, one that he refused to fail. As he got close to the plant, his weapons discarded, the deathtrap peered back as if it wanted to move away but it realized it was stationary so it could only hiss at him.
A foot came down right on its snout hard and it looked up to see Arcee fighting as well. Megatron noted its grip on both of them was faltering because it was having trouble focusing between restraining him and keeping her stable. It whined in confusion and worry.
Immediately, Megatron grabbed its throat stem to its surprise, and it gave him a horrified glare which the mech merely smirked at. "She is no one's prey."
Even with all the resistance the deathtrap gave, Megatron quickly wrapped an arm around its jaws to prevent it from snapping at him and with a roar of his own, he began to pull the creature out of its hill. The deathtrap fought him, trying to lean away and free its mouth but he didn't let go. He kept trying to resist its protests as he heard the familiar sound of its core roots ripping out. He never imagined he would ever fight a plant, but he was not going to let a vegetable win as long as he still had his dignity. And he would die first before letting Arcee be its food.
One harsh pull finally broke its roots loose and he found himself holding the plant completely. Its vines and attacking roots seemed to pulse in frustration and agony. Megatron sneered as he pushed it away and watched as it struggled to keep upright with no ground to stabilize it. It tipped over, waving its limbs uselessly and landed in the water.
It growled at first until Megatron jumped on it, making it sink further. He placed his servos on its snout and pushed it down. Despite the thorns of the vines digging over his arms and waist, Megatron still pressed its head down beneath the murky water, ignoring the needle-like scrapes they were inducing. Bubbles frantically popped on the surface of the water and its leaf-like limbs flapped helplessly. One problem with being a land organic was the dependency on certain types of air. The deathtrap was no different. He didn't care how long it took but some time, the plant's ability to function would cease.
There was a small, sick satisfaction to killing this thing. Megatron couldn't ignore that. A leopard couldn't change its spots after all, but it could learn to change its priorities or lessen its actions to when it was necessary. He would miss this.
The plant's leaves flopped with less energy. Its vines seemed to stop constricting him but still tried to hold on. He heard Arcee drop with an audible grunt, and she approached him.
"Thanks. I really hope we don't have to deal with anymore killer plants."
Megatron growled as he felt Gargantua try to push up again. "Neither, umph, do I!"
After five minutes, the deathtrap was still. No bubbles, the vines slipped off easily, and its leaf limbs were just floating on the water. Megatron refused to stand up until he was absolute that this thing was dead. He pointed his cannon at it and slowly lifted it to press the muzzle against the back of its head. Upon the plant being exposed to air again, he waited tensely. Water leaked from its mouth, and it looked to be almost a different shade of red. He let go of it and it hit the water before its mass drifted a little.
Arcee smirked, "Looks dead to me."
"Just to be sure..." Megatron countered, standing up. He noticed a log that had sank partially in the mud some time ago but seemed dense enough to use, so he pulled it out and held it over the plant. Dropping it directly on the deathtrap, it fell right onto its neck stem, pinning it and preventing it from floating up.
"And now it's dead" Megatron grabbed a few of its leaves and waved them for Arcee to see. "Trophy-worthy, wouldn't you think?"
"Absolutely." The queen leapt up onto Megatron's shoulder again and said, "The more I think about it, the more I really like the tyrant in you. It certainly gives you a flare to your endless personality."
"And here I thought you hated me," he said amused.
Arcee snickered, "Once upon a time...but things have changed, huh?"
Megatron gave a heartfelt smile at that.
She grinned back and asked, "Ready to go?"
"I thought you would never ask," the warlord gleamed proudly.
AN: Audrey II reference, of course. And who knows, maybe this is her species...
Featured monsters:
Gargantua the Kanjian Deathtrap (Kanjis)