Forever Is a Long Time Coming
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Chapter 6: Devastation
Orbit of Cybertron, Trypticon Station, Hanger Bay
633 Primic cycles (Centuries) since begin of Civil War
Demolisher
All around him, fires were being put out and hull breaches sealed up. The damage to Trypticon was widespread, but nothing they couldn't recover from. Being an expert with demolitions, he could tell they thought this was a normal space station rather than a highly durable titan from Cybertron. Even so, chaos was still spreading.
'Life has a wonderful way of screwing you over sometimes'
… Terrorvolt said that once. He wasn't quite sure what screws had to do with the nature of life, but he wasn't going to question it. He was not the smartest mech, but he knew he wasn't the smartest. That made him a little smarter, apparently.
But he was rather good at other things.
"Sir, we have multiple armed Autobots hunkered down in the third Bay…camera footage so far indicates that they… They… It's the Wreckers… Your orders Sir?" One of his subordinates told him. The mech was torn with emotion and it was blindingly clear even to Demolisher…and it reminded him of things. Just the fact that he even had subordinates didn't sit well with him…not anymore at least.
When he had first been given his own squad to command, he felt like he was on top of the world. It was awesome. He actually was good at it. His group was meant to act as fast acting shock troopers and mobile artillery that were basically a rapid response unit. And his bots were great too!
They followed his lead into a fight, and they came out scorched but smiling. Most of them were heavy classes like him, except for a heavily armoured scout and seeker used for communication and reconnaissance.
Things were good. "The Undertakers" were sent in, and they got the job done.
…And then they fought against the Wreckers. He was lucky even half his bots survived…But it still hurt more than his actual injuries. Bad information and a well-placed ambush caught them off guard…and by the time they regrouped, half of them were dead.
Having that kind of guilt weighing on one's shoulders was no good.…. He was good in a fight and had a knack for some tactics…but he didn't have the spark for it. He would have preferred to just be another grunt taking orders from someone else.
But turning his back on his men didn't sit well either. So he took his issue to 26…or Terrorvolt. He didn't like that name for her. Made her sound scarier than she was. She said she didn't mind it though because it was better than her serial number…But his thoughts were getting ahead of him again.
He took the issue to her and she basically helped them out. She herself was planning to take an auxiliary position in the war. It made sense because it honestly seemed done to him. Cybertron was taken and they had already brought 2 colonies back into the fold. A new offensive just started and it was only a matter of time till the next one was taken.
He would be put in charge of security at the base that allowed all this progress. Trypticon was not just a great station, it also housed the thingy that made space bridges work better or something.
He brought the idea to his men and a surprising amount of them agreed. The outliers decided to simply retire and he still kept some contact with them… It was good.
But some…most of them had their issues. Their encounter with the Autobot "Elite" left them shell shocked. The sheer and brutal efficiency that destroyed their confidence in a single battle. But they were given the time to recover.
Terrorvolt, who was still strategizing and planning for the Decepticon Armada, would never send him away and made the effort to speak to him when he needed it…
And to him, that was more important than any pittadamned fear. At the end of the day, Wreckers were just Cybertronians like anyone else. Besides, these were grunts really. The proper troops had done their damage to the station.
"We break through and tear them apart. No holds barred. We fight with all we got. The Wreckers want to play again, well this time they have something else coming. " He growled with a grinding of his teeth. He proceeded to equip his weapon systems and got quite a few odd stares as he got into position in front of the bulkhead door.
Prorex detached from his systems after uttering his desire to find Terrorvolt and back her up. The surrounding cons give him a quick salute as he slinks away into a maintenance shaft. It wasn't the safest way to travel as they were filled with deadly lasers when Trypticon was in danger…It was still preferable to an encounter with a Wrecker though. With the Minicon now out of sight, Demolisher sets his sight back to the task at hand.
"I will give covering fire for you to get into position. Send them back to the damn Pit! D-Don't let me down!" He faltered a bit at the last bit, but it wasn't enough to stop him completely. He gathered his courage before disappeared and nodded to a nearby Decepticon who then proceeded to open the bulkhead for him,
He stepped through and opened fire as his warning systems blared up. They weren't warning him from the attacks he was now receiving, but rather how straining his whole setup was to his system.
You see, it is recommended that you only use one weapon system at a time, be they heavy or light. Terrorvolt made an effort to modify her setup to some degree, which inspired him to try his own modifications. But according to her, "He went too far" and was "straining his spark"...He didn't care though. It looked awesome and it sure as hell worked.
So when he stepped into the hanger bay door, he came out blasting. An X18 Scrapmaker firing from his left arm was shooting dozens of rounds per second at the Autobot infiltrators. Demolisher's troops take the chance and flank throughout the bay while taking cover.
Demolisher aims his right arm towards one of the larger Wreckers and promptly shoots a small metal bolt which completely impales the Autobot. The Electro Bolter was his go to for when things needed a bit more accuracy.
And with his monocle visor having now focused on as many targets as he could, his final pair of weapons, 2 Thermo Rocket Cannons attached to his back, launch their payload into the air. The rockets race towards the Autobot forces and decimate their vanguard.
With Personal shields and front facing armour plating at the ready, Demolisher steadily moves forward as he continues his barrage against the Autobot forces. "Get blown to bits, you walking scrapheaps!"
His men were motivated more than ever and were using his diversion to overrun the Autobot forces. These weren't the main invading force, they were already in the station. But by taking these down, they would destroy their means of escape at least.
And that was good enough for Demolisher for the time being. Even as he was shot at, he kept going. When an Autobot managed to get close to him and cleave off part of his shoulder, he blasted him with the Electrobolter and kept going.
His armour started taking more and more damage as he soldiered on. The pain was slowly getting to him, but he didn't let up. Even when countless warnings appeared on his hud, he did not stop his advance. A few more rockets from his back, some well-placed shots from the Bolter, and constant suppressive fire from the Scrapmaker had its desired effect.
The Decepticon security group had surrounded the Autobots and were now flanking them from every side. Cover became obsolete and the Autobots tried fleeing into the Empirian's loading ramp to create some kind of turtleneck they could defend.
Decepticons were already making plans to rush them with some stun grenades, but Demolisher had a better idea. Silently communicating his plan with his men, he moved to the side, aiming his weapon system at the ship's hull, he takes aim before firing a barrage of rockets. Every blow adds to the damage before the hull is completely compromised. The hole was big enough for at least two Cybertronians to fit through. Demolisher led the charge into the hijacked ship and begins killing Autobot's left and right along with his mechs.
He didn't get through completely unscathed though. These may not be proper Wreckers, but they were still crackshots. One of them managed to blast one of his leg servos, causing him to fall flat on his face. Before anyone could help him up, another Autobot charged in with intention to blow up the ammunition pack for Demolisher's Rocket Canons.
Demolisher wasn't done though. He saw the attack coming and called upon an old trick. He was someone trained to use his subspace back when he was still a Miner and it was second nature to him now.
Materializing a flat device, he holds it out towards the Autobot and crushes the back of it. The frag disk explodes outwards and shredded through the Autobot before he could touch him. Demolisher lies on the ground for a moment longer as Decepticons run past him, charging into the ship.
Once the surrounding area was properly secured, he is helped up by a smaller bot, "Boarding is a success sir, we've beaten the Autobot forces back and they have retreated to the ship's brig."
He nods at the report before slowly making his way through the ship along with the others. Still holding the remains of the frag disk, he slowly lets the weapon drop with a sense of relief.
The weapon was something called a "Directional Explosive". It was a concept envisioned by Terrorvolt and developed by the Decepticon research and development division. The weapon's usage made it ideal for mines, but Demolisher, being who he was, wanted some of his own.
The next step was taking down the remaining Autobots. Demolisher's troops were already preparing on their own and he saw no reason to stop them. They were cutting a small segment of the door while preparing breaching charges. Stun and chaff grenades would be tossed through the hole before the charges are triggered. It would allow them to stun all combatants aside as they charge in to kill them.
The hole is cut and the grenades are tossed in. After their explosions are heard, the breach commences. Decepticon forces flood the brig and quickly kill or detain all Autobot forces. Their optics were fried and their systems were too stunned to put up a proper resistance. As Demolisher inspects the fallen Autobots, one of his subordinates directs his attention to one of the containment cells.
Looking towards them, he is greeted by the ear to ear grin of a certain seeker. His appearance was identical to that of Starscream, as they were both Coldforged of the same model. Though, he did have some quirks other than his differing colour scheme that made him quite unique.
"Thundercracker! You're alive!" Demolisher pipes out as he sees his friend.
As he reached him, other Decepticons were already undoing his binds. Thundercracker's smile did falter a bit as he begun speaking, "Good to see you Demolisher…Seeing you bust in and take these Wrecker scum down was certainly a sight for sore optics." He let out a small breath as he now clenches his freed limbs, "We messed up pal…We were completely blind sided. We were scouting the last location of Metroplex and they just swarmed us. They hid within the asteroid field with…. and I swear to Primus, they wouldn't have gotten anything out of me but…but"
"Do not be dishonoured by their foul tricks soldier." a solemn voice echoes out from another cell as a Decepticon steps out. This one's design was considerably differing. His armour, his plating, they were all fashioned after some warrior culture he learned of in old records supposedly. A strange metallic armour made of large plates in the shoulders and over the gauntlets, alongside a long skirt made of the same metal plates. Over his head is a segmented helmet with a smiling skull mask and a very large V-shape golden adornment.
It struck fear and hesitation into any Cybertronian who ever saw it… surprisingly, though, Terrorvolt had a very different reaction. She had coined Bludgeon with the nickname, "Weeb" and couldn't help but giggle at whatever joke she kept from others. He certainly took it with honour, being given his own designation by one of the Decepticon founders.
An interesting and new feature concerning him though…was the purplish cord hanging from the back of his neck.
Now, Demolisher had an idea of what happened.
Even from this angle, the signs of surgery on Thundercracker were clear. The back of his neck was missing armour… "They used that psychic cord thingy, didn't they?" he states while pointing towards the intrusive device. To the surprise of both, Bludgeon promptly rips the cord from his neck with a rather audible grunt of pain before having to quickly reboot his system.
Thundercracker, still startled from the sudden action, turns back to Demolisher and says, "The cortical psychic patch. I didn't have a chance to resist. They put me and Bludgeon under. Took what they wanted from our memories and did Primus knows what other damage…"
Demolisher…was aware that these two needed a chance to recover, but they were also great fighters…and right now, that was needed.
Placing a hand on Thundercracker's shoulder, Demolisher quickly states, "Thunder… I know you need a medic…both of you do, but the situation is really messed up. Trypticon is really busted up and Terrorvolt has gone radio-silent… I ain't doing much better myself… So I could really use your help with this."
Thundercracker quickly bumps his fist against his chest, "What scrap is going on in your head? My jets are revvin' for a chance to scrap these bastards."
"I myself will not stay away from this battle. The stakes are too high." Bludgeon stated as he approached. His damaged skull mask was looking rather eerie, but he seemed ready for another battle.
Demolisher smiles at their replies before saying," Well, my plan is to secure the spark chamber and cooling controls right now. We also need to secure the void sceptre before one of the Wreckers uses it to turn Trypticon against us….Bludgeon, you go with me. Thundercracker, I want you to take command of any aerial units and assess your best course from outside the station."
The seeker gives him a quick salute, "You got it boss" Before changing into his jetform and blasting off out of the brig. He expertly navigates himself out of the ship and then races out of the station's holding bay while communicating with all seekers in range.
As he exits into Zero-G, he is soon joined by 3 dozen Decepticons who quickly come into formation with him at the front. he also notices one more Signal. One belonging to a Bomber racing back towards the station.
"Terrorvolt! You made it!" Thundercracker couldn't help but exclaim with a bit of joy. In his honest opinion, also speaking as one of the oldest Decepticon members, he really knows to appreciate the Femme.
Her form shifts apart and her robot form comes to view as she stabilises herself with thrusters still active on her legs and back. Her armor was scorched in places and her optic had a nasty crack, but otherwise she seemed fine.
"Thought you'd be dead Thundercracker" She promptly says before shaking her head." …Well, good to see you made it." She looks towards the men behind him as well now, "Listen up people! The Wreckers blew up charges right underneath the Spark chamber, so we need to act fast. We rush them hard and fast because we have minutes before the damage grows even worse! So don't dawdle!"
She quickly shifted into her Bomber form before speeding past the seeker squadrons. They quickly fell in line behind her as she raced towards the central platform.
"Thundercracker, We are breaking through the skylight above the secondary cooling cortex. Run interference! Clear the way at any cost!" She ordered.
He gave a quick signal of acknowledgment before racing off. No air in space for a sonic boom, but he was sure that his speed would have destroyed the visors of all the other seekers. He blasted through the skylight in question and was using his homing rockets to blast holes into the hull to have any Wreckers be sucked into the cruel vacuum of space where they could be picked off one by one.
He's certain he would have been reprimanded in any other situation, but right now, things were too important to mess up.
Deep Space, Trypticon Station, Cooling complex.
634 Primic cycles (Centuries) since Cold Construction
Terrorvolt
In any other situation, to bum-rush a dozen Wreckers in my bomber form would have ended up with me being shot down in seconds. But as I was surrounded by a full squadron of Seekers there to cover me, I could let loose with my weapons. An array of Electro Bolters at my front and the Energon battle pistols picked off the Wreckers without issue as we flew through the spacious chambers of Trypticons inner body.
It also helped that most of the remaining troops were dazed due to almost being sucked out into the vacuum of space. Thundercracker's actions weren't ideal, but some surface damage to Trypticon was leagues better than damage to his Spark.
I had also gotten in touch with Demolisher and redirected some forces along with Bludgeon to the Transformation Cog. If they damaged or destroyed that, Trypticon would revert to his robot form, crushing prime knows how many Decepticons in his innards.
We continued fighting through the cooling sector before the chambers became too tight to fly through. As we changed into our robot forms, I quickly led the charge through the Wreckers. We were slower this time and were being slowed down by their greater numbers…But the perks of my armour were being made apparent.
Their weapons barely damaged me while I wiped them out with mine. Any that dared getting into melee range were greeted with my adamantium claw, ripping the sparks from their chests.
More and more Seekers had to leave our group to secure the various side rooms and corridors. Eventually i was left with 4 men who I sent to secure the Void Sceptre. Thundercracker stayed with me as we finally reached the Spark chamber.
As soon as the door opened, we were greeted with molten slag shot at our forms. Grabbing Thundercracker by the shoulder, I quickly pulled him behind my body as I began firing at our enemies.
I had to slowly move forward across one of the many catwalks leading to the central platform. We won't be flanked, but the lack of cover also screwed us over to some degree
Thundercracker certainly didn't like using me as personal armour, but he quickly realised that was the best course of action. And he at least capitalized on it. He began throwing out grenades towards our enemies while still paying attention not to destroy any vital systems.
When that was an issue, he peeked out using his nucleon charge rifle. The Sniper rifle made quick work of his targets and my own weapons array mowed down the rest.
Once the room was secured, I quickly engaged the lockdown and began diagnostics, I didn't have to check the systems to find the first issue. The Tesseract was missing, but it didn't look like it was removed. Part of the housing was destroyed, but some quick repairs should do the trick.
Right now, we need to transport the station into Cybertron's Orbit so we can get some proper reinforcements. Any SOS call still needed minutes to reach the nearest Decepticon Outpost and their mobilisation would also take time. I'm not even sure if we even sent an SOS out yet. Our Engineers and Non Combat staff should have done so when they evacuated but we can't rely on them to arrive in time.
"Thundercracker, check the bodies for the Tesseract. We need it if we want to have any chance of bringing the station to safety." I ordered as I continued diagnostics. The damage was worse than expected. The spark chamber got off relatively unscathed but various Energon pumps were ruptured and were threatening to come into contact with coolant fluids. Internal bleeding was bad enough for a Cybertronian, cross contamination was a god-damn death sentence.
"Ah…about that.." I hear Thundercracker say behind me with a heavy degree of concern in his face.
Turning around, i see his gaze settled on the area below us. The chamber was flooded with Dark Energon and its sickly purple glow illuminated the area…and among all that was a smaller Bluish glow shining through the liquid's surface….
"Fuck" I quickly mutter
"What?" Thundercracker questions and I quickly wave him down.
"Not important…the Tesseract is at the bottom of all that…" and as if being punished by god, we were both alerted to sparks flying from the bulkhead door leading into the spark chamber.
"So boss….You want the toxic Sludge or the Impending Wrecker assault? Wanna run a quick game for it?"
"Not if I'm fast enough," i quickly state as I drop down from the catwalk. As I braced for the fall, I sealed off as many parts of my body as I could and retracted my weapons. Contamination was inevitable, but I could still protect myself.
As I finally broke the surface and sunk underneath, I would have screamed from the electric sensation of the blood of Unicron engulfing my body.
All my senses were assaulted by static. Pain, pleasure, heat, cold, every sensation one could think of just filled my being. I couldn't process this sensory overload, and even once I reached the bottom, I could not move. It was just too much.
I couldn't think. I could sense as one of the Energon Packs on my back was changed to it's darker counterpart. I still remember bits of the science behind the conversion. In sufficient quantities, Dark Energon can corrupt quantities of regular Energon (though its own effects can likewise be neutralized by sufficient quantities of Energon). With these quantities, I couldn't let it corrupt any Energon in my body….
But….why not?
My mind was clearing up, and I'm certain. I could feel the power around me! We could use this for so much more. Why the hell were we just using it for Trypticon and Troopers who were about to die?! We should use it on all our troops…we could win he war.
Kill the fucking Autobots once and-
My train of thought is interrupted by a sudden contact against my leg. A shining blue light held my attention…How did the Tesseract get here…
Oh wait, there was something next to it…
A small humanoid figure of metal, small enough to….be a Minicon
Prorex.
….Why…Why was he here. Down here!
Snapping out of my fugue state, I snap up the Minicon before jumping away from the ground and quickly swimming towards the surface. Prorex had grabbed the Tesseract, but I couldn't be bothered right now. I had to get Prorex out of this!
Squeezing the minicon between my chest and weapon's array, I use my other arm to claw into the wall of the chamber and quickly climb out of the wretched liquid.
After climbing up to a sufficient degree, I trigger the thrusters on my back and legs as the threat of igniting the Energon beneath us had passed. I need to exchange that corrupted tank on my back later as well. After giving Prorex the medical attention he needed.
Reaching the catwalk once more, I am quite surprised to see the amount of Autobot Corpses had tripled since I last saw it. Though, seeing Bludgeon with his ignited Energon sabre standing above those corpses definitely explained things…. Just how long was I down there?
"Oi Boss, you ok?" Thundercracker stated as he approached me, but I ignored him.
The minicon in front of me took precedence. Prorex didn't seem too damaged, but his paint job was heavily corroded…and I don't know what mental damage he himself may have undergone…
But he…he was stronger than me… He saved me.
Lifting the Minicon on my arm, I lift him towards my face…. Never had I felt so inadequate with my featureless face because I couldn't truly convey my feelings…'
"Thank you, my Friend"
Our moment of respite was shortened though when someone stepped through the bulkhead door and the Sound of a Blaster powering up was audible to most of us. All three of us aimed our ranged weaponry towards the newcomer. And the Sight in front of us brought forth more rage than I ever imagined.
An Autobot was holding Demolisher at gunpoint. His arm was torn off and his legs were nearly crippled. Even with his visor's almost completely shattered, he still had a smile on his Face. "Sorry about this 26… I really messed up-"
"Shut your gasket Con! Every one of you disarm yourselves or your friend here will be sent straight to the pit!" A bulky green Autobot yelled from behind Demolisher. I recognized him as the Wrecker Bulkhead.
And right next to him was another Wrecker…and if I needed to breathe, I'm sure seeing her would have taken the air from my lungs.
"Strongarm, do you have a clear shot?" the green Wrecker asked the Cybertronian who looked exactly the same as the form I once had. A cold Construct of the same model…
"Shot at what, huh? You try it and I'm blasting holes through your spark faster than you can say 'Oil bath'!" Thundercracker yelled as he steadied his rifle.
Hearing him behind me snapped me out of the surprise, and I rose to my feet. I couldn't connect Prorex to me right now due to the port being covered in Dark Energon. I couldn't risk further contamination for him.
I ushered him behind me and began considering our options. They had Demolisher, with a scatter blaster aimed straight at his head. If we try something, no matter how fast, the chances of him losing his head was too great.
"Perhaps…we can make a deal-" I was about to start before the ground suddenly began to shake. We all steadied ourselves on the catwalk, but the Autobots didn't let down their guard for us to strike.
And before anyone could speak, a Gravelly voice slowly uttered around us, "High General….The Leak…..A signal was sent from the Tesseract….My systems….are-"
The broken voice of Trypticon echoed out…and mere seconds later, we saw the effects of this.
The damage to the Spark chamber had given a view to the great expanse of space outside…and within that empty void, purple lightning sprang forth as if from nowhere.
…When the Autobots launched a raid on Trypticon I already knew it was going to be a bad day. When I got word that it was the Wreckers and Tesseract nearly fell into enemy hands, I knew it was going to be worse. I had also been worried about my work of Matter and Energon conversion, but that clearly wasn't a target.
Then of course everything had to go to shit all over again as the lighting grew in size to reveal a rift in the fabric of space…And slowly a 6-eyed Helmet came to view…Along with the unmistakable signature…of a Celestial.
Celestials…beings that could destroy and create Star Systems at a whim. Their power beyond anything we could achieve…
It was safe to say this situation just went to Rock-bottom.
Or at least…it would have been if it stopped there… Of course, seeing a Celestial show up would be an insane enough occurrence on its own. But what really made all of us stop and stare in silence was the way that the Celestial seemed to be clawing at the empty void, as if it was fighting to free itself from something attempting to drag it back through the rift.
Any questions on what that would be, were answered as the rift suddenly enlarged, admitting a spherical object through. And judging by the size, it was a whole pit damned planet…
…. A yellow and dark blue planet with an orbital ring connected to it…and teeth tearing through the Celestials body, with its lower body already lodged in its mouth.
Have you ever heard a Celestial scream? I now have. It's a low-pitched keening sound, but you don't hear it through your ears. Instead, it sort of starts from the centre of your Torso and works its way outwards. I know this because when Unicron came through the portal, he was biting down upon the celestial's torso. And upon fully materializing in Realspace only the torso remained as the mouth sucked in more of the body… As the Celestial screamed in agony, I finally realized just how badly damaged it was. Its armour hung off of its body like so much scrap, rivers of ichor flowed out of the many rents and gashes that covered its body.
I won't lie, I felt like an ant staring upon a god at this moment. The others were just as frozen as I was, but I was the first to break out of it when Prorex kicked me in the leg. Finally, processing how unimaginably fucked this was, I came up with a new plan.
Staring at the stunned Autobots still observing Unicron, I quickly stated, "S-Subsection 8, Article 47 of the Tyrest accords! In the event of an Absolute Existential threat to all attending Forces of Cybertronians, a Temporary Truce to ensure the survival and evacuation of all Belligerents is to be enacted! Will you comply with this!?" I rushed out in a panicked tone.
The two Autobots ripped back to me and I could see the fear evident on their eyes. "W-What"
"I swear to prime we don't have time for this! Do you comply! If we don't work together, we will all die!" I yelled at the two.
Bulkhead was clearly shocked but Strongarm was able to regain her cool," You… Will you aid us in evacuating our troops then?"
"Yes! Now tell your men to stand down!"
Without giving them a chance to reply, I turned my back towards them and approached the Tesseract housing. I heard the hand off of the injured demolisher as Bludgeon steadied my friend.
Good. They got the message… Though, they didn't have the right to be stubborn on this. The truce under such circumstances wasn't an option, it was LAW. And this situation definitely called for it.
Prorex connected to the terminal and gave me the right frequency to transmit my voice across the station.
"ATTENTION ALL Autobot AND DECEPTICON FORCES! This is high General Terrorvolt! What you are seeing outside the station is not an illusion, not the trick of some Virus, IT IS REAL! More real than any story or myth. And before you have any religious breakdown, know that your survival is on the line!
WE are enacting the truce dictated by Subsection 8, Article 47 of the Tyrest accords. I am sending directions to the QRD Jump station aboard this station. Head there immediately to evacuate. Any further combat by either faction will end in Court Martial and execution. So don't even think about shooting someone in the back! NOW GET GOING RIGHT NOW!" I yelled into the device before getting to work.
Trypticon was really fucked up, but with some effort, we could open a space bridge for the entire station and get everyone to safety.
I quickly turn around to the remaining Cybertronians, "I MEANT YOU AS WELL. GET THE HELL OUT! AND GET DEMOLISHER TO A FUCKING MEDIC!" I yelled at them.
The Wreckers were on their way out already, and my yelling got the three remaining Decepticons into gear. Those two would pay for what they had done to Demolisher, but fighting now would tank our survival chances beyond compare.
Ok…with that sorted, I needed to get to repairs. Jacking into the terminal, I helped Reboot Trypticon's systems before re-routing the relevant Energon flow to make sure what is needed would even function. We have time to fix things later.
It is when I placed the Tesseract back into it's housing that something different happened. Like a cool blizzard, the sensation washed over me. Shivers that travelled through my entire body.
AHHH. THERE IT IS. THAT FRAGMENT OF CREATION THAT WAS TAKEN FROM ME SO LONG AGO.
Looking back towards the giant planet and it's meal, I saw that it's attention was now elsewhere. The celestial was completely devoured except for it's head now floating in space while Unicron stared directly towards us. Towards the place where the Tesseract was held.
WHAT STRANGE CHILDREN OF PRIMUS. ONE WHO HAS GROWN A DRUNK FROM MY BLOOD, ONE WHO'S LIFE IS DEFINED BY IT'S LARGE BRETHREN AND ONE WHO….WHO'SE MIND IS OLDER THAN IT'S SPARK.
Holy fuck, he can sense what I am…Yup, that's enough dawdling.
I quickly begin inputting commands into Trypticon's space bridge and begin the calculation process for him to get us the hell out of here.
YOU WILL NOT TAKE WHAT IS MINE!
Unicron's voice commanded, sending more tremors through my body. And as i turn to look at him once more, I saw various turrets extend from his body. Their energy signatures were insane. Beyond anything I had ever seen….And then they fired.
Yellow lasers tore through Tryptcion's Hull like paper, with one hitting the spark chamber as well. I was blown back as the catwalk in front of me was torn apart. The laser just missed the terminal…
Prorex was still connected to it.
I was getting communications that the evacuation was complete and I was being ordered to leave as well, but that didn't matter. I couldn't leave my oldest friend to die. The station was blasted from it's position and was now rocking around, threatening to be torn apart. I could barely hold on the ground beneath my feet. And i couldn't reach the terminal like this. Not with Unicron revving up for another attack.
"Tryption! Activate the Bridge sequence right now!" I commanded.
Seconds later, a weak voice answered "High General, the calculations weren't completed! If we-"
"JUST DO IT!" I yelled, and I could hear the sequence starting. Activating a space bridge without calculations or navigational data set was suicidal….but we still had a chance.
The Tesseract Pulsed with power as blue lightning began emanating from the entire station. Slowly enough, just behind Trypticon's body, a giant rift in space opened up, revealing the mysterious Unspace beyond it. Usually, it was supposed to be a circular portal with the destination already visible in space bridges like this…But now it resembled a crack or tear instead.
And to our luck it seemed to work. The Broken Portal begun pulling in everything in front of it. Trypticon, the celestial's Head, all the dead and all the Debris.
Everything except for Unicron.
HOW INSOLENT. TO SHOW SUCH RESISTANCE IN THE PRESENT OF A TRUE GOD….
And yet…his beams didnt strike us once more…instead i could see the turrets retract.
TERRORVOLT. I WILL REMEMBER YOU. I WILL REMEMBER THE DISPARITY OF YOUR BEING, AND I SHALL SEE WHAT WILL BECOME OF YOU…A BEING TO SHOW BRAVERY IN FRONT OF GOD….OH WHAT CHAOS AND CHANGE YOU COULD BRING.
I SPARE YOU…FOR NOW.
And that was it…He began disappearing in his own portal as we fell into Unspace….
And to my dismay…Our problems did not end.
Author's note: Been a while people. Finally finished my exams and I am trying to use what free time I have to write again.
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