Forever Is a Long Time Coming

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Chapter 7: Isolation

Unspace

Terrorvolt

Unspace, the great beyond, hidden between the fabric of realspace. Even though we use it for all variants of the space bridge, it was still a dimension with barely any research done on it. Sure, we know how to use it, but we have made a habit of never fully entering it with no defences. And what we discovered is that…if you are stuck in the Unspace, you are fucked.

Bringing the focus back to me…When Trypticon was sucked into the Unspace dimension due to me not designating any coordinates on account of not having the time to flee properly…I expected a lot of shit to go wrong.

Perhaps Eldritch monsters that would turn my mind to scrap, cosmic beings beyond my comprehension, or even hyper evolved aliens adjusted to the harsh environment of the dimension….

And what I got was…utterly boring.

Floating Rocks, dead planets, and Patches of minor Gamma Radiation here and there. Of course there were other energy signatures, most of which were a giant enigma to me, but I didn't care to research them.

It's been about a day since my entry into the dimension. And since I've separated from Trypticon.

When we arrived here, the Titan was able to reboot his system before being forced into Stasis Lock from his many injuries. This in turn, initiated another space bridge jump back into material space…

The Issue though? Prorex was still attached to the main console. And that console's structural integrity was practically non-existent after Unicron's attack. As I had been gripping onto Trypticon's hull for dear life preparing for a second jump, Prorex lost his own and went flying out of the side of the damaged station .

My decision to possibly strand myself in this dimension was taken instantly. As Cliché as it is, I would not abandon my oldest friend even if I might die trying.

When I followed Prorex through the vortex of dimensional energy, I hoped to be right behind him when I exited it. Only to realise I was days late. You see, the tech bridges Spacetime, and now I was seeing the consequences of the time part.

When I fully entered Unspace, I found a tiny data probe in a nearby asteroid with Prorex' Energon signature. Sounded good, but there was an issue. It was left by him nearly two weeks ago. He probably left it in order for me to be able to find, or trace him.

I just hoped he was fine. Prorex isn't made for combat, or traversal really. Didn't stop us from upgrading him. He's got a jetpack and a handheld blaster for emergencies. The Energon supply left in his subspace should also last him for at least 2 years if used sparingly….I should have found him by then.

And that was the current plan. Prorex had left further energy signatures throughout this dimension like a breadcrumb trail in order for me to find him. I had been following said trail nonstop in my bomber mode. And during my travels, I grew rather…mystified by my surroundings.

At first glance, the Unspace looked like a patch of space filled with asteroid fields, dormant planets and distant stars…Except, they weren't really stars.

While following one of the signatures, I came closer than expected to one of the would-be stars. First unique aspect, They were much smaller than expected. And I really mean that. They were as big as my fist.

Second unique aspect: their size was not an indication of their mass. The Gravity well of the damn thing was the same of a god damned Neutron star the size of Luna 1. Except that was the size of the point of no return to escape it…

So when I got caught and was immediately sucked towards the damn thing, I understandably panicked. Once I came in contact with it, I expected imminent disintegration, instead…Things changed.

When I touched the small white 'star' my systems promptly rebooted and when I came to, I was flung away with enough force to escape the gravity well.

The great Dark Expanse became one of white light. The stars became sources of darkness. The planetary bodies and asteroids remained…but it was such a strange change. When I checked my own system, I was shocked to notice that my own body..the entirety of my mass was changed to Anti-Matter. Was this some form of the negative zone perhaps? My Marvel lore was spotty, but I do believe the fantastic 4 often encountered dimensions somewhat similar to this.

…I guess one has to remain open-minded when it comes to Unspace.

At least the Energon trail continued on. It Seems Prorex underwent the same trip then.

And this continued. One for quite some time. I continued following the trail, journeying through more stellar bodies and constellations that I couldn't even begin to fathom. My atoms, the fabric of my being were inverted, changed, mixed into forms I never thought even possible. So many impossible things happened.

And then, more signs of hope. The last Trace of Prorex led me to a debris field I recognized. These were parts of Trypticon that he lost during the battle. And among them were Escape pods. While most escape pods didn't possess space bridge capabilities, Trypticon's pod did. We had the tesseract after all, so why not go the extra mile.

Within a pod looking more intact than the rest, I found Prorex' last message in the form of a small datacube, no smaller than a human fingernail. It was a message only I could read…

And if I could cry I would.

The message detailed how he found an escape pod and would be using it to travel back into our dimension. The Nav Computer was busted and the coordinates were locked to an unknown location. He left a copy of the data for anyone who may be following him. He made the jump anyway so he had a better chance of finding me. And the last part of the message broke my spark.

He prayed to every prime that I didn't try to follow him into Unspace, because the other pods didn't have the energy to make the jump back….

Once I finished reading the message, I immediately began inspecting the remaining pod and true to his word….The TE (Tesseract Energy) Storage was broken from the damage. Even if I used the parts. I didn't have the energy to go back home….

I was stuck here.

10 days after Terrorvolt's disappearance

Decepticon Holding Cells, Kaon, Cybertron.

Megatron

It had been centuries since he felt something like this. Not once during the war did he feel such things. The last time was, when he was locked up with Terminus…The older Miner was a loyal friend and his loss catalysed his aversion to diplomacy. Such things will only be inevitably exploited…and He would lose more of his comrades.

And he worried it would happen during their uprising. He had never tasted war, but he heard of it. The Quintesson occupation and independence war left its mark on Cybertron. All the older bots he knew barely even wanted to speak of it.

So when he heard his uprising didn't bring him victory as he intended and full-blown war with the Autobots was inevitable, he feared it. He feared losing the comrades he had made. Every brother and sister that joined his cause when he was still in the Arena. Losing any one of them was sure to bring out a rage that would snuff out so many sparks.

And yet, it never happened. All his friends from back then were alive…thanks to the one who was now gone. Gripping the arm of his chair, the metal is promptly crushed by his rage.

Terrorvolt provided the safety net he so desperately needed. Someone who wasn't blinded by ideology but a true believer nevertheless. Who had a realistic and direct approach to every problem that she faced. She provided the backup for every mistake he made and never held a grudge.

How often had he considered how things had been different? If he had just followed her advice without question back during the beginning, could the war as a whole have been prevented? Or could it have escalated to true devastation…She often stated her wisdom wasn't the best and she had assumed the worst in certain situations far too often…

It is because of this that she never judged him for disregarding her advice at times. . She respected him as leader and supported him anyway.

And her mind. Her ideas, her inventions, her strategies and plans. She focused on the chances of victory while never neglecting the survivability of their troops. She held ambition but not a self-centred one. She had so many chances to usurp Megatron as leader, no one would have resisted…And she stayed loyal no matter what.

She wanted to further her research, further the glory of Cybertron and acquire peace for their kind.

And now she was gone. Along with their most valuable logistical resources. In all honesty, he didn't care for the Tesseract, nor for Trypticon that much. They had an important function, but the Decepticons were not crippled without them. They could have restructured their strategies within a year to compensate for their loss…

But they needed Terrorvolt for that. And now she was gone. Her value was so much more to him than any titan.

And now she was gone…

Fixing the logistics would take time, more resources would have to be relegated, but the Decepticons would not fall…But things were different for the Autobots.

Megatron was walking through the halls of Kaon's prison, every step he took rumbled through the structure. In the past, the garrison here would cheerfully salute to him, as they would celebrate his presence.

Now, every one of them dodged out of his way as soon as they caught sight of him. Data Travels fast. And Terrorvolt's demise was big news. Security logs were taken from the survivors, revealing the full story. And Rescue teams that arrived later found nothing but minor debris where Trypticon should be. The Titan was gone… Devoured or destroyed by the Devil that came for it.

Of all the ways she could have perished…Eaten by the, Until yesterday, mythical bringer of Chaos is certainly the last thing anyone expected. She would have thought it ironic…

The existence of Unicron had certainly caused quite a panic among the empire, even if they had been trying to keep it under wraps. The Decepticons were afraid of the implications. Religion and its aspects have been a casual sidenote for the last thousands of years. Now, with the very Existence of Unicron confirmed, it has come roaring back.

Many were calling for the war's end to unite against the new threat. Some were blaming the Decepticons for summoning the Destroyer in the first place. One of the Colony worlds, the religious cesspool of Caminus, used it to further solidify control over their world. They had been reluctantly neutral until now, but with their reverence for any Prime, it's only a matter of time until they are able to rally the support to join the Autobot side.

So much for them desiring independence.

All these problems were such an annoyance. At least Soundwave came up with an adequate solution. One that ironically included revealing the truth. The Decepticon government released the Data concerning Unicron's attack, in order to indicate his motivation.

And soon enough, these bits of knowledge resolved the situation to an acceptable degree:

-Unicron came for the Tesseract, not to punish or kill either side. This was no act of divine retribution.

-He knew of its presence due to the Dark Energon clashing with the Tesseract. A direct consequence of an Autobot attack upon a logistical installation.

-And lastly, due to these events, all Remnants and Supplies of Dark Energon will be summarily destroyed and any research into the substance is to be discontinued.

It worked rather well. It certainly increased hatred and paranoia towards Dark Energon, but it was a suitable scapegoat for this. Especially now that with Trypticon's absence, the production of Dark Energon had become obsolete. All storage of the substance was already being destroyed with Backups and final samples being transferred to Shockwave.

Banning dangerous materials and its research was one thing, but to destroy an entire branch of research, and the knowledge that came from it, was something completely different…That is something Terrorvolt always said when it came to banned technologies and what not.

It is for this reason that Both she and Shockwave usually held such research with them or their respective laboratories. Megatron didn't quite see the value in keeping the research of a technology they never wished to use, but he didn't argue with them over it.

The Political turmoil was more or less resolved, but the drop in Morale was not. Losing a founding member of the regime who was valued for her tactics and intelligence hit them with a steady blow.

And just as the others, Megatron had deigned to avoid the issue for the time being. Just giving the order to prepare a state Funeral for Terrorvolt and Prorex came with a heavy spark. Doing anything more than that right now was just something he didn't want to do.

But as much as he disliked working through issues that mess with his mental fortitude, the matter of Prisoners taken under the guise of a truce was something that had to be addressed now. Simply put, when Trypticon was evacuated, all the fleeing combatants ended up in Decepticon space.

Had it been different, then they would have been released according to the Truce's stipulation…But then, Terrorvolt died and Trypticon was gone. And the entire issue could be traced back to the Wrecker team that infiltrated the station.

Megatron was very split on what to do. On the one hand, he wished for nothing more than to execute them without further pause. But he couldn't think like that. He had to think like a leader after all.

If these captives were killed now, then they would break the Trust of the Tyrest accords, leading to both sides no longer respecting the laws of war. No matter how infuriated he was, he couldn't risk horrors such as red rust to be unleashed once more…No matter how much he wanted to.

He made his way through the prison, travelling further and further into the lower levels to speak with the imprisoned wreckers. His Ion cannon hummed with a constant buzz of energy. He didn't feel the need to keep himself that much under control. The cold fury of his spark was palpable underneath his armour.

Every prisoner who caught sight of him immediately grew silent. With every corridor he passed, the quality and security of the cells kept increasing. Before long, he was in the supermax wing, the place now holding the wrecker commandos.

When he arrived within its halls, he caught sight of a surprising sight. Near the end of the hallway he saw the hunched form of Demolisher. He was simply standing in front of a cell, his eyes staring intently inside.

Megatron liked the old demolition bot. He wasn't the smartest Decepticon or the most cunning, but he was aware of this fact. Little degrees of wisdom like that made him far more valuable than some talking scrap-for-brains.

The usual joyful Decepticon wasn't uttering a word as he simply stared forward. As Megatron slowly made his way towards him, he didn't make any reaction to his approaching footsteps. As Megatron reviewed the floor plan of the Prison in his systems, he realised just why Demolisher was so out of it.

He was standing in front of the cell of Strong-Arm, Autobot loyalist, high ranking Wrecker…and a FO model from the same Spark-Batch that Terrorvolt had been from.

Once Megatron came into view of the prisoner, her optics visibly flashed with surprise. Her reaction didn't bother him, because he was focusing on something else instead. The same thing that Demolisher was probably thinking of.

The similarity to Terrorvolt's old body was uncanny. Sure, the colours were different, but the build was the same. And while he never saw it himself, seeing the original face of his now dead second in command…It was a novel experience.

It filled his spark with such wretched regret…and indescribably hatred….He wanted for nothing more than to point his Ion cannon straight at her face and reduce it to Atoms. And then he would go through every cell and execute these pit damned Autobots until none were left!

….

…

None of the other Cybertronians with him were aware of his inner turmoil. Because, at the end of the cycle, he still had to be the leader….But perhaps, a little change in how he led couldn't hurt.

He raised his hand and gently rested it upon Demolisher's shoulder. After slowly shaking his body, Demolisher snapped out his fugue state and his optics quickly landed upon Megatron.

A quiet croak came from his throat, "Lord Megatron…." His right arm slowly lifted to his face with his hand flattened out in a salute, "How…can I help you… sir."

Megatron gave him a tentative stare before eventually stating, "...Take the rest of the cycle off Demolisher" his words are met with silence before he continues, "…Meet with Cyclonus perhaps… But to remain here will do you no good."

Demolisher was unsure what exactly to say in return, but after a moment of hesitation, Megatron's grip on his shoulder tightened as he gave him another nod. Demolisher gives him an unsure look before letting out a quick breath as he gives his superior another nod.

He straightens his posture and slowly passes by Megatron to make his way out of the supermax.

Once the footsteps of the smaller Tank faded away, Megatron turned towards the cell and activated its control pad. The audio suppressors, that prevented the inmate from overhearing the two of them, were now shut off. After that, the panel itself folded apart as the Autobot's shackles whirred to life and ensured her arms couldn't be moved.

Megatron moves into the cell, leaving a minimal distance between the two.

Strongarm gives the Decepticon leader an apprehensive look before raising her head in an irritated sneer. Megatron's own visage wasn't that much better.

"Tell me…" His metallic voice slowly rumbles. "Do you know what you and your compatriots have cost us?"

The Autobot's defiant looks increases in ferocity, "Can't say that I do Con. I also can't claim that I care…"Her one optic gained a glint as her mouth twisted into a smile," Especially because you are violating the Tyrest accords by holding us prisoner like this."

"Yes….you are correct, of course. The issue is just that your actions cannot remain unpunished. We can't just let you go" His tone is accompanied by the audible hum of his Ion Cannon charging itself once more.

Rather than being beset by fear, Strongarm's own irritation grew as she began to spout, "Terrorvolt guaranteed our freedom in regard to the accords….What, so the great Decepticon Second in Command's word is worth nothing?"

….A slight pause follows her words as realisation dawns on her face. Megatron's optics were wide, glowing with such fury that the words in her mouth froze on the spot. The sound of his tensed up arm was barely registered before his limb shot out and grabbed at her Torso. His digits weren't clawed or made for such offensive tasks, but he made short work of her plating nevertheless.

His Ion Cannon was trembling in anger, with him desperately keeping himself from blasting a hole through her head every second.

She began screaming as her chest was torn apart. Her cries echoed out throughout the prison as her spark was finally exposed. As Megatron caught sight of it, he used his other arm and promptly struck her across the face, taking bits of her helmet off with the action.

"I grow tiresome of your voice, Autobot, so be mindful you keep it in check if you want to leave with your voice box intact." His voice growled out. She couldn't help but whimper in fear now as Megatron's cannon was lined up with her delicate spark chamber.

She swallows some coolant that had been bubbling up into her mouth before giving a fearful nod to the larger mech.

"Good…." he visibly relaxed his body, but his weapon did not move from its spot. He was still ready to kill her at a moment's notice.

"You should know, you and your compatriots have not been released, even on account of Terrorvolt's orders…. Primarily because you were responsible for her demise."

Her optics brighten in response,"She's….dead?"

"Yes"He growls out. "Along with the Station and the tesseract…if anything, you wreckers have outdone yourself."

She visibly considered the new information before something…surprising occurred.

Her face morphed into one of satisfaction. Megatron's anger flared up and his hand flashed forward. He grabbed her jaw and pulled it up towards his own face. She grunted in pain from the sudden movement, but her face still didn't show any fear.

"Pray tell what makes you think you can find any joy or hope in this situation." His voice gained a guttural noise to it now. It was Dripping with hate as the metallic cogs in his throat produced his voice.

Even so, Strongarm wasn't deterred, "Oh…It's just ironic." Her voice box was struggling now, "The biggest blow… w-we've probably ever done… and you c-can't even punish us….That has to sting"

Megatron's grip remained solid, but it didn't intensify, "...You bring shame upon her very memory"

Her optics flashed with anger, "Excuse me?!"

He let go of her and she unceremoniously drops to the ground, "Do you even know where Terrorvolt came from? That she was just like you?"

Anger continues to flare in her optics"I'm nothing alike to any of you cons"

"You refer to me with that term…have you forgotten its significance? Or even the fact that you are one too?" Megatron questions her.

"What pitt-damned nonsense are you on about!?"

"Terrorvolt was of the same model as you. You were both forged in luna 1 and your fate was shortly decided afterwards. That is what I'm getting at. You are a cold forged like so many others and yet you stand against us." He tells her, his voice growing steadier with every word, dipped in spite.

"That's because all you want is power. And it's all this is about. Your will! I was sent to guard the colonies and had to fight the Quintessons. The Autobots who fought alongside me were ten times the bot any of you could ever hope to be. You were just cowards who abused our fight to take Cybertron from under our noses!" She pauses for a moment before whispering out, "You are nothing but honorless scum."

Megatron wouldn't let silence befall the two for long, "How ironic, considering the tactics you employed in your most recent mission…" He said. Her silence being all the truth he needed.

He turned his back to the restrained Autobot, and stood there for a few more moments before turning his head. "I must say, I am thoroughly disappointed. Even though every Coldforged is a unique individual, it is still expected for them to share some traits in personality. It seems that our scholars will have to update their data regarding this."

He turns towards her fully once more, "Because None of the Depth or intellect that made our deceased high general unique is present within you. You are nothing but a loyal little soldier, turning a blind eye to the ones you've declared your foes."

"In the past, I have made the effort to teach other Cold Forged Cybertronians the views of both sides of this conflict and welcome them to the Decepticon cause…In the past, I would have attempted the same with you" He steps out of the cell and whispers out. "No more"

As Megatron closed the cell once more and activated its security measures, he began walking through the halls. He couldn't just kill this femme-bot. But, he still had to punish her somehow. And he knew just the mech to help him.

He was the small red scout rushing through the corridor and halting in his tracks as he caught sight of the Decepticon leader.

"Knockout. Just the Decepticon I was looking for"

"L-Lord Megatron… I was rushing towards the prisoner because their vitals suddenly spiked…Did you?"

"I had to shut her up once or twice….But do tend to her injuries. After that…" Megatron's face stretched into a toothy grin that unsettled the smaller Decepticon.

"I have some suggestions for some more…permanent alterations"

Teletraan Entry 345,251 "The Wrecker Resolution"

During the first Orbital cycle of 633,875 SC AW (Stellar cycles after Great War's begin) the Wrecker Commanders Bulkhead, Strong-arm and Impactor led unsanctioned infiltration of Decepticon Military installation known as "Trypticon"

The mission was successful and ended in the destruction of the installation as well as the Decepction's Loss of the Tesseract as well as the Death of the Second in Command Terrorvolt. However, it also resulted in capture or elimination of all Autobot Forces involved in the Raid.

For further Details concerning the operation, access "Teletraan Entry 345,249 "Operation: Let's Turn that oversized Grimlock looking Con into Scrap!"

As The wrecker Forces were captured under pretence of a Truce made with reference to the Tyrest Accords, Execution or summary punishment of them could have resulted in further escalation.

However, this did not ensure their unscathed Return. The Wreckers were deposited on a moon in a derelict system with means of contacting Autobot forces for immediate retrieval.

Upon their rescue, it was noted that every one of them had their Wrecker Insignia scrubbed of its features, leaving its silhouette only. The metal was also replaced with a detonation spike which reached towards their spark. Any attempts to remove or adjust them would result in immediate termination.

The Spikes also transmit unique ID signatures to their surrounding Area. It is believed this was an attempt to both shame the Wreckers and to mark them and thereby making future assassination attempts on them easier. A Bounty of 10,000,000 Shanix was also set on any Wrecker bearing the mark.

Upon proper evaluation, it was determined that under these circumstances, no violation to the Tyrest Accords was found.

Following this Event, Wrecker operations had a massive dip in effectiveness, on account of their inability to employ stealth tactics as well as their Elimination being a priority by all enemy forces. This coupled with prior events lead to massive Demoralisation and defections among Recruits.

The Autobot Council, with authority of Optimus Prime, enacted an edict resulting in the dissolution of the Wrecker Units as an independent Force and repurposing of their resources to other Branches of the Military.

Unspace

Terrorvolt

14 days later

I've been flying, no, drifting through Unspace for God knows how long now. The need to conserve fuel is incredibly important right now and the fact that I can't speed through this dimension to abate my boredom is slowly getting to me…

Until now at least.

Because I have finally found a sign of life.

On one of the many asteroids was a ship. Not one I recognized, but a ship all the same. Using my inertia dampeners, I came to a stop, miles before reaching the spacecraft and began scanning the vessel.

It was a large ship, but it didn't follow a symmetrical or even a uniform design. If anything, It locked cobbled together from many different parts or even whole ships. And it definitely wasn't a ruin. This vessel functioned.

While unknown to me, it was still technology, the kind that was broadcasting signals of its own. An S.O.S I would imagine. Either way, it proved itself quite fortunate that its digital security wasn't up to par to my hacking attempts.…Though, what system could really hold up against a Cybertronian.

When I tapped into its data drives, I was promptly floored by the sheer volume of Information within. It contained Databases of countless planets, species, materials, and so much more. It was an encyclopaedia of the universe in the making it would seem. But, sadly it held no information about its owner. It didn't reveal its point of origin or anything of the sort. Hell, even internal security was a mess. Though, perhaps these systems were cannibalised to prolong the ships functionality.

…So, on account of them being stranded here just as I was, I think I could perhaps pay them a visit and try something….diplomatic for a change.

I ignite my Boosters and quickly fly towards the vessel. Once I came into its supposed range, turrets popped out of various hatches along the ship and took aim at me. The energy readings I was getting from them promptly reassured me that I wouldn't have to ready my own weapons for the time being. While I had been damaged by the battle on Trypticon, my armour was not compromised.

It would take more than that ship to kill me.

Perhaps the crew realised this themselves when they didn't try to shoot me down. A good choice. Especially because after the first shot would have been fired, I could simply take control of the ship's systems and promptly cripple their life support system.

Soon enough, I reach the vessel and move towards its side before transforming and landing on the asteroid's ground. I found no issue sticking to the surface as it seemed even these chunks of rock refused to have normal levels of gravity.

I looked towards the ship and was pleased to see a giant loading bay extend down towards the ground. A short message was sent from the ship, one I couldn't understand before I decided to download all language data on the ship's systems.

The message they had sent read something like this

Honoured Mechanoid. For our prolonged survival, may we perhaps engage cooperation/trade of any means.

The Translation was a bit iffy, but I got the gist of it at least. And it was a proposal I might actually agree with.

Still confident in my own armaments, I step into the bay and wait as the platform ascends further into the ship. Bay doors close around me once the platform enters the ship and the surrounding chamber is promptly pressurised with air.

A large door probably reserved for vehicles opens in front of me. As I saw no one within it, I took it as a sign for me to continue further into the ship. I promptly transform into my tank form and with a hum of my engine begin to slowly drive through the narrow corridor in front of me. While moving deeper and deeper into the ship, I realised that this was not just a vessel meant to explore and catalogue, but also to contain.

Countless Animals, foreign species and aliens of varied sorts were locked in Cells. This entire complex seemed to be a modular prison of sorts, where cells could be exchanged and moved around depending on the Ship's needs.

A few minutes of driving passed me by and I realised that I might know who this actually is. As if the Universe was throwing me a bone, I eventually end up on the ship's bridge and find a small humanoid who confirms my suspicions.

A white haired man with a surprisingly young face gives a quick bow as he states, "I am Taneleer Tivan, Collector of Fauna, Flora, Relics…. and anything else in this universe worth collecting"

His eyes widen with astonishment as I transform right in front of him and promptly stare down at his smaller form. His eyes were staring at me with greed and an unhidden desire to learn my secrets.

I reboot my voice modulator with the new language pack and state, "You are the Collector…Just how did you end up here in Unspace?" I truly did not expect to find one of Marvel's most unique spacefaring beings here.

He tilts his head as he asks, "OH? My reputation has reached your kind? " A smile had formed on his face, "How fascinating…And Unspace? Is that your people's word for it? Rather fitting, actually. The few races I know able to even know of it have deigned to name it the Exo-Space"

"Can't say I know it like that…Do answer my question though." I remind the man.

His smile fades for a moment before he turns to his command console and says, "Simple exploration really. I have sensors designed for detection of any…Dimensional instabilities… I simply found a crack in reality and travelled through it with no hesitation. What was within this realm was bound to be of…incredible value to me"

I respond with a slow nod as I finish hacking his database, "I see….You know, I've been analysing your ship for the past few minutes…You have the energy required to escape this dimension. But judging by your ship's logs, you haven't even attempted to do so?"

He stares at me with an interested smile, "Oh…now why would I want to leave? There is still so much to discover in this wonderful "Unspace". So many things indeed…" He pauses for a moment and takes the chance to tilt his head.

His smile grew more and more, "But I'm guessing you want to leave as soon as possible, no?" He suddenly begins to chuckle.

"And your ship has the means to do this for me," I tell him with a neutral tone. I also am making an effort to keep my posture as still as possible. It helped with my image to the smaller organic, but also was motivated because I needed to save on my Energon right now.

"Yes…that is true…tell me, will you take it from my cold and dead hands?" he stated with a cold stare, one that promised he had something up his own sleeve for cases like this.

"I believe neither of us may win that fight, Collector," I quickly replied before opening my palm,"And while I do not have the proper map data, the signatures of former Bridge points to unspace are something that can be observed from the entire universe. Aid me in escaping this dimension," A Hologram projects out of my palm, depicting the now dead Celestial that appeared during Unicron's attack.

As expected The collector's eyes widened to their limits as I finished my proposal, "Help me, and the location is yours."

Greed lit up in his eyes and with a snap of his fingers, the ship's systems all whirred back to life. His still smirking face gives me a nod, "I'd be honoured to take that deal. May I ask for your name then my dear? I do not think you have properly introduced yourself just yet."

I begin taking control of the ship's systems and formulate plans in my mind to retrofit its parts for the journey home.

"I am Terrorvolt…Just a bot wanting to go home."

Terrorvolt

20 days later

So…certain things have become noticeable during the time I spent with the Collector. While his collections are vast and fascinating, his work ethic was not. The man is lazy as hell…wait, that's not the correct term really.

He massively procrastinates and essentially leaves everything until the last minute. He's hyper competent when he's actually working… But outside of that? He can barely lift a finger for anything not directly interesting to him.

It probably didn't seem that I was doing it any differently. My Energon reserves were still a giant issue, So i essentially hijacked the Ship's system and any robots or machines within to do the work on the ship.

It essentially seemed as if I was just standing still all the time, probably giving the collector the wrong impression even if he probably knew better.

So when it came to preparing his ship to take us back to realspace, he usually sat around and asked me questions concerning me, my race and whatever he could think of. It's when he asked me on the methods of how he should interact with others of my kind that I realised something of an issue.

I was improving his ship and its technology to actually escape Unspace…And that's what we define as a big violation of the Tyrest Accords….Which would end up with both me and him wanted for the "war Crime".

So, I took the liberty to improve his stealth systems as well. Will it be impervious to all means of cybertronian Detection? No. But it will for At Least 90% of them. And that should be more than enough. I obviously informed him of the little issue, which didn't seem to bother him at the slightest. He was an odd person to deal with.

The Collector truly lived up to his name in that his main goal and priority in life was to collect. Both Material items as well as Knowledge. If we had met under less time constrained circumstances, then I do think we could have become good friends.

But as it was right now, I was going to ditch him as soon as I made it out.

His ship, contrary to its appearance, eventually proved ideal to get us back into Realspace but also into getting me closer to the location I wished to go to. I retrofitted one of its armaments, a Gravity Canon of some sort that created mini black holes to suck in enemy ships, to create Space Bridge Portals instead.

And using it, as well as inputting the coordinates I was able to take from Prorex' last jump signal, I was able to make a portal leading to the same place he ended up in. The portal was barely stable, seemingly willing to collapse any moment. And if I was in there when that happened, death would be the least of my concerns,

Turning around, I take one last look towards the collector's ship. I saw the smaller organic through the windows of the bridge and saw him giving me a curt wave. I mimic the gesture before transforming into my bomber mode and promptly flying into the great portal.

As soon as I entered the great maelstrom leading back to my reality, the radiation that was usually accounted for by various security additions to our ships bombarded my hull like an angry hailstorm…Except you know, it's tiny particles and waves.

It began frying my auxiliary system and one of my thrusters gave out. That's the extent of the damage, and while it was extremely painful, by the time I made it out, it was better compared to what immediately came after.

Not some monster or abomination or an enemy fleet….No, it was a small batch of asteroids that I simply couldn't dodge anymore. I crash straight into one of the giant space rock's and practically shatter through the entire thing. Think of a bullet hitting a shard of glass, just much larger.

My armour was made of Proto and standard Adamantium after-all. That wasn't something that a simple asteroid could withstand. My main issue was that it also led to me veering off course and ending up in the gravity well of a nearby planet.

I quickly caught sight of the world. Ocean world, with a lot of greenery and no signs of technology. So any locals should prove to be no problem at least. Even so, i don't even want to risk it.

With the damages I had sustained, trying to escape was impossible. So, as I began to overheat during the reentry, I made my best effort to control my crash. I was able to narrowly escape a mountain range before straightening my flight path and crashed into the treeline of a jungle with some precision…or at least whatever amount of precision one can muster in a crash landing.

As my hull is scratched up by trees, rock and soft ground, I eventually come to a standstill. After giving myself a moment to rest, I eventually transform back into my Bot form and….suddenly have my legs buckle beneath me. I land on my back as the exhaustion of the last….I don't know, Month, finally hits me.

My optics were buzzing, barely able to focus. My depleted Energon reserves also did nothing to help with my condition.

Eventually, I was able to somewhat focus and stare at the sky above me. A clear blue sky, with the only thing in sight being a small moon above us. A small moon that also held the coordinates the Prorex travelled to.

With my goal finally in sight, I counted my blessings and wished to rest for just a moment longer…That is until I noticed something in the trees around me that were still left standing. It was a face…not like that of a human or cybertonian, but rather reptile-like.

Its eyes were…devoid of intelligence, but the shape was beyond strange. I kept looking at it until I saw the long neck connected to it extend beyond the treeline. Eventually, I trigger a form of Thermal imaging in my optics to see the full creature…And to my Dismay, I recognize it. Anyone who had ever seen Jurassic Park would.

It's one of those big creatures. Brachio…something. Sorta like the lizard equivalent of a giraffe…

Now, the implications of this are worrying. One the one hand, This is probably earth then…actually, i have no doubt in my mind that it is earth…

On the other hand, I'm probably in its prehistoric era then. The option of this actually being the savage land is also out of the window on account that the entire planet showed no signs of technology…

I expected to see more of the Marvel Universe eventually. I just never thought i'd end up there before it properly even started.

AN. And done. Sorry this took so long everyone.

I've been getting my schedules back in order and I think I might be able to post somewhat regularly again. Hope you have a wonderful day!