Hello everyone! To those who have been waiting for the next part of my Crossover universe, which I am now calling 'Alliance Universe' (AU), it's finally here! To new readers, you should know this story takes place after my first two JakSpyro crossover stories, so I recommend for newcomers to this story to read those first if you haven't, otherwise you might get confused when starting here.
As I said in the conclusion of 'Worlds United', when I decided to continue the story of my crossover universe, it would be with a different title. That is because this is to be the start of a brand new series, one that will take over as my main fanfiction project. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, so read, review, and enjoy!
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ULTIMATE UNION
Jak and Daxter x Spyro the Dragon x Transformers/Beast Wars, Triple Crossover!
Ch1: Prologue
…6 months ago...
Elorin had never in its human inhabitants recorded history, come so close to facing such a hostile invasion that would have ended in a cataclysmic extinction. The approaching ship carrying an army of parasitic aliens and their vile weaponry could have annihilated all sentient life on the planet. That is, if it were not for the efforts of a group of courageous heroes who had journeyed to the planet core in order to activate the defense system that had been left there by the planet's facilitators eons ago.
Their endeavor succeeded, and the results were witnessed by everyone within the demolished Haven City as the eco beam erupted from the bowels of the catacombs, shooting into space where it hit the invading Dark Ship point blank. The invasion had been thwarted, and Elorin was saved. However, the victory was not without its consequences.
While the eco beam had been solely directed toward the ship in space, it had also sent out an energy pulse upon its eruption from beneath the surface. A pulse that stretched for miles in all directions from the epicenter of Haven City. In most cases, the pulse was harmless, and would have been felt as a quick shockwave through any sentient body like a jolt.
However, buried deep within the Haven Range mountain terrain outside the city, a strange vessel buried for centuries was hit by the pulse. The surge of energy reactivated some of its auxiliary systems, primarily, an emergency beacon whose signal was directed into the heavens above. So while the humans had been spared from one intended invasion, they had unknowingly set off a chain of events leading to another...
…Present in Deep Space...
Space was as vast as it was dark, especially with the massive Dark Ship that was currently present in this particular sector. This ship was the mother of all Dark Ships, being at least ten times larger in size and length than the smaller counterparts it expelled from its body carrying invasion forces throughout the universe. One of these ships had in fact been sent to a certain planet long ago with the intention of spreading its hordes, as was the nature of these parasitic aliens. However, the loss of transmission that had been detected months ago confirmed that the ship had been destroyed, sparing the planet and forcing the remaining invaders to retreat to this present mothership. The interior was filled with an army of the parasitic invaders that were as dark as the ship's exterior, and their name certainly fit their appearance, Dark Makers. Not only that, another dark being who went by a different title was currently being escorted by the Dark Makers through the ship's halls.
"Wherever you are leading me, it had better be for a good reason," Malefor growled to the Dark Makers escorting him through one of the main halls of their mothership. The escort however wasn't the real reason for the Dark Master's current frustration, he had only found himself here after just barely escaping the failed attempt to invade Elorin months ago, a blunder caused by his former partner in crime Errol, now presumed dead. His escape pod had just arrived, awakening him from its induced suspended animation in the time following his retreat, and he now found himself stuck with this apparent remaining hoard of Dark Makers in another section of space, and they were leading him to who knew where.
Eventually, they reached another chamber and entered, where the Dark Makers split on both sides of its interior to allow the dark purple dragon a full visual scope. In front of him lay a lone human sized pod at the back of the room, surrounded by two large monitors.
"What is all this?" Malefor asked about the unfamiliar setup.
"This my scaly compatriot...is the next level." Malefor froze upon hearing the bodiless voice, for despite the apparent echo, he recognized it immediately.
"Impossible, where are…" Malefor was interrupted by a hissing sound coming from the pod opening in front of him. The lid opened up in a vertical manner for the whole chamber audience to see. The quills on the Dark Makers heads trembled violently as the steam inside dissipated revealing its occupant. As he took his first step out of it in his new form, he smirked in seeing the shock plastered on Malefor's face from his resurrection.
"That's right my scaly friend...I'm baaack" quoted Errol, raised from the dead, again.
Several light years away in another sector, the energy signature of the Dark Maker Ship had been detected by another much larger spaceship. However, this one housed a different group of beings that weren't only menacing, but also larger in size, as well as made of metal. Although living metal would have been a more accurate description, for despite looking like giant robots, these machines were sentient.
The mechanized armada was in the midst of their daily operations aboard their warship. All aboard knew in one form or another that they were presently on a course for an emergency signal their scanners had detected months ago from one of their own lost ships. Which one it was, they did not know, however they knew it was ancient given the age of the signal.
It was at that moment that the ship's lieutenant then entered the bridge, and spoke to a drone in a rather agitated mood, considering the urgent message he had received prior to arriving.
"Alright, what is going on?"
"Commander sir! A large energy signature has been detected," the drone saluted.
"The Ark?" the lieutenant asked.
"No sir, in fact it doesn't match any pattern in our files at all, origins remain unknown," the drone explained.
"How can that be? Our databases are unprecedented!" argued the lieutenant.
"Again sir unknown, though if you want the specifics you should ask him, he hasn't said anything other than what I've told you," the drone gestured toward the head of the bridge where the communications chief stood at the controls.
"As usual," The commander growled as he stepped up to the communication officer before addressing him.
"Soundwave, if there is anything to tell about this new find, I strongly suggest you tell me right now."
"Signal is unidentified Starscream, yet its location is presently clear, 2.00709 light-years starboard right," Soundwave spoke in his monotone way of not mincing words.
"Why should we bother with studying it in the first place? If it's unidentified then it has nothing to do with the Autobots, and hunting them down is our number one priority now," said Starscream.
"Assumption that signal is not associated with Autobots confirmed. Probability as a threat remains at 86%" spoke Soundwave.
"How so?" asked Starscream, now growing concerned.
"Energy levels are near that of the highest level of Cybertronian weaponry, and the probability of threat to Decepticons remains at 93%. In addition, the signal is collinear with our present course in rendezvous with the Decepticon emergency beacon detected cycles ago."
Starscream was shocked, "Gasp!...and you're reading that correctly?"
"Confirmed," Soundwave verified.
Starscream was now seething, but it wasn't because the detected energy signature was on course with the emergency beacon they were following. No, it was the possibility of another force in the universe that could rival the Decepticons in power, it felt as much a headache as the Autobots were! Despite his growing anger, he was also terrified. He was sure his master wouldn't take this news any better than he did, and most likely take out his fury upon himself.
Starscream asked Soundwave, "Have you relayed this to Lord Megatron?"
"Message was sent to Lord Megatron and you. You arrived first," spoke Soundwave.
"Seems you put yourself a step ahead of me Starscream," a cold dark voice made Starscream freeze up, before shaking while turning around to see the leader of the Decepticons himself, Megatron standing at the entrance of the bridge, the drones in the room stepping up to the ready in the presence of their master.
"One might think you're forgetting your place, though it wouldn't be the first time," Megatron said while looking Starscream dead in the eye.
"Lord Megatron," he bowed while slightly shaking, "I assure you I only arrived once I read Soundwave's message, I was just closer in the vicinity."
Megatron growled at his lieutenant's usual cover-up, though decided to have some fun by making him sweat while returning to the real issue. He asked, "Then may I presume you have acquired newfound proof with your headstart?"
Starscream was figuratively sweating bullets before shaking his head, "afraid not my lord…"
"Pity," Megatron slowly trolled up to his two senior officers putting Starscream on edge. His attention however turned toward his communications chief, "Soundwave, is there really no matching record of your find within our databases?"
"Affirmative Lord Megatron," spoke Soundwave, turning around to face his master for the first time with a slight bow.
"Well, if history has proven anything, unidentified signatures are usually the sign of a newfound Autobot plot, at least it was on Cybertron," said the leader of the Deceptions.
Recollecting his nerves, Starscream cut in, "even so my liege, despite the loss of planetary resources, the amount they escaped with on the Ark was substantial enough to start elsewhere, perhaps they have continued old habits?"
"Perhaps, but even so, I doubt they would be so foolish to start something large enough to attract unwanted attention right now, unlike others," he finished sneering at Starscream, making him cringe.
Megatron then asked him, "Do you have a fix on its location?"
"Actually yes, Soundwave says it's just off our starboard bow, right on course with the emergency beacon we detected cycles ago," Starscream answered.
Soundwave replied, "While premature, Starscream's notion is true, signal strength is high and the Nemesis is currently locked on."
"Then by all means Soundwave, set course for its epicenter," Megatron ordered, causing Soundwave to turn back to the controls to direct the ship.
"Lord Megatron, Soundwave says this new signal could lead to a force rivaling the Decepticons. Too bold a statement for my taste, though tactically speaking, what should we do if it's true?" Starscream asked.
"What we always do against any opposing force Starscream...CRUSH THEM!" he yelled in his face, making Starscream back away, "prepare your armada for attack, I trust you're still capable of that."
The shaky lieutenant nodded before turning to leave the bridge to follow his master's orders. Megatron turned back to see Soundwave pilot the Nemesis in the starboard direction. While he was more than willing to confront and crush whatever laid at the end of this signal, he would be lying to himself if he didn't say he was also intrigued by what it could be. Then once this minor interruption was dealt with, they would resume their course toward the beacon, and whatever awaited them.
The planet Elorin actually seemed to be getting a respite from the apparent turmoil that always plagued it. Ever since the victory against the Dark Makers six months ago, things had actually been pretty laid back, at least as far as fighting on a battlefront was concerned. All their manpower was now being put into cleaning up and rebuilding Haven City.
Given the extensive damage inflicted upon it due to the collapse of the former palace, many speculated if it was even worth rebuilding at all, especially considering the sketchy and scandalous history that had taken place in previous years. Despite the differing opinions, Governor Ashelin still held true to her office even though she knew her position had not been inherited by the most moral of means. However, she wasn't embracing her leadership role for the sake of her family name, that was already shot beyond repair and she accepted it. Her primary motivation was her duty to the people who still called Haven home, and she was all the more adamant to make sure they had one to return to.
The recent months had allowed her and all the remaining Freedom League forces to clean up the majority of the palace rubble, particularly in the industrial section and the former bazaar section. They had even managed to bomb and expel the metalhead city area, ridding them of the metalhead hold on the city indefinitely, though it would still take a few weeks for the poisoning from the area to dissipate. Cleaning still had to be done around the stadium and Main Town areas as that was where the damage was heaviest. However that area was to be rebuilt last as it would soon become part of the growing New Haven area, which had now expanded into the rest of the slums, making the old rotting section a distant memory, and giving its former inhabitants a more comfortable home for the future.
The cleanup had allowed much delayed reconstruction to finally take place. The bazaar area had been rebuilt and implanted with new agricultural gardens, thus restarting Haven's farming community at long last. The industrial area had been swept clean of any remaining KG tech, and had newly installed systems courtesy of the Freedom League. These new systems not only helped provide greater security at a less intrusive level, but also created a new more efficient means of energy generation and transportation within the city, growing the city's silver lining that began with New Haven.
The progress only continued from there, because like the metalheads, the KG's presence in the city was gone as well, now that the defunct war factory had been removed from Haven's skies. Finally, the latest addition was in the center of the city, where a newly built capital building now lay atop the site of the catacombs. It was large, spacious, with a neoclassical design mixed with modern design features. Also, unlike the former palace, it didn't tower over the city as a full open target. That meant no more support towers which was a major improvement that everyone agreed with. Design improvements aside, within the halls housed the brand new Haven council, a fresh group of individuals who were led by democracy in contrast to their despicable bureaucratic predecessors.
The New Haven Capital building also housed the sealed and secured copy of the newfound Union Alliance treaty, one that had sparked a rekindling of a relationship with old forgotten extraterrestrial allies of Elorin in the far away Dragon Realms. It also helped set the foundation for a new law of government in Haven City, and hopefully beyond. It was also within these halls that two high ranking officials were conversing about present events, Governor Ashelin herself and the newly promoted General Torn of the Freedom League.
"What's the weekly update on the cleanup?" Ashelin asked him.
"I actually sent it to your inbox a moment before you called me here," Torn answered while holding a tablet in his hands.
"Then I'll be sure to check it afterwards, but since you're here now, I can hear it directly from you," Ashelin said.
"Right, well then…" Torn began reading from the tablet, "The port and industrial section have been fully cleared of war debris, with reconstruction complete in the port and still progressing in the latter. New Haven is almost complete, having now covered the last of the old slums section."
"Nice to hear those new construction drones helped speed up the efforts," said Ashelin, "what of our construction personnel?"
"All together, tired," Torn replied, "but most would say it's all for the better in order to have a city once again to reside in."
"That's for sure," said Ashelin, sharing in the construction crew's tiredness.
"What's the update on 'ground zero'?" Ashelin asked, referring to the former metalhead city section that had been bombed weeks ago, and many were awaiting its aftereffects to subside.
Torn was all too clear on understanding before he responded, "Scans have shown a 10% decrease in toxicity from last week. Still not habitable, but levels are dropping, and our security forces have reported no other sign of hostiles. Containment has also been holding with no signs of fault."
"Let's hope it stays that way," Ashelin said before saying, "last topic for discussion, what's the update on Operation 'Citizen Advent'?" The last one was their multilayered plan for bringing the citizens back to the city.
"People are responding positively to the silver linings of the reconstruction despite the fresh war turmoil, New Haven is slowly filling up, the port is full, and we have another transport from Kras City to arrive next week." Torn paused letting out a sigh before continuing, "though there is no guarantee we will get the whole populace back when this is all done, for there are still many choosing to settle somewhere else."
"I always anticipated that, still what I've heard is good news outweighing the bad for a change," Ashelin said before reflecting, "it seems so long..."
"And with that, the official business is concluded for the day, so onto personal matters," Torn said while closing the tablet.
Ashelin gave a coy smirk before replying, "I'm still on clock big boy, so turn down the heat."
Torn flushed before chuckling, "uhh…hehe, that's not what I meant, I was going to say there's yet to be a reply back from Cal since he returned to the wasteland last week, even though I told him to report by yesterday at the latest."
Ashelin sighed, despite the rogue wastelander passing his screening and all the Freedom League tests prior to his enlistment, most with flying colors, he still no doubt held a lot of the old rogue attitude Torn remembered from their first meeting. It started a tenuous relationship between the two, where at one moment Cal was following Torn's instructions to the letter like a conditioned soldier, and the next they were arguing back and forth. They had kept it civil during his time here, but there was still underlying tension that both doubted would ever fade. Although Ashelin knew that Torn and Calidan weren't on the best speaking terms, she was aware of someone who was.
"Call Jak then to see if he's free to take a trip out there and get it from him, in person," Ashelin said.
"Way ahead of you sweetheart," Torn replied, having sent Jak out already prior to meeting Ashelin in the Capital building.
The Elorin Wasteland Isle was not something one should take lightly in exploring, the heat was always intense, the storms fierce, even the inhabitants were all considered highly dangerous. Of course, for the people of Spargus, that depended on how good your manners were. Anyone who stepped on their city doorstep would either be welcomed or cast out if not shot on sight, but only if you sought to bring harm. This was how King Sig led his wasteland homestead, as his predecessor did before him in keeping the city free from the corruption that had cost him everything save for his life which had ended six months prior. In honor of the late King Damas, Sig kept his ruling fair, though that didn't mean he wouldn't expand on it in his own way. For example, the arena tests were no longer required in ensuring one was worthy of passage to the city, a new system had been put in place for that, though the arena remained for special events regardless.
Elsewhere in the wasteland, other non-human creatures were living their own lives in the wasteland. A lone desert eagle in particular was flying above the isle's landscape while keeping a keen eye out for any sign of food. Then at that moment, the sound of an aerial engine caused it to turn its head to the left, seeing a different type of Eagle!
"Hey brother, hope you don't mind sharing the sky? Course you don't…hehe" Calidan said in a cheeky manner with a salute, before diving away leaving the eagle behind baffled.
Cal flew down to fly in line with the wasteland mountain range that led from the volcano. Having just arrived back in his old homestead a week ago, Calidan was taking some time away from Haven City to test out his new Mark 2 Eagle pack. Having completed his screening and testing through the Freedom League a few months prior, he immediately started using his newfound gifted resources to rebuild his previously destroyed greatest invention. His superiors in Haven allowed him to do so on the condition that he only use it under official and dire circumstances. Calidan agreed of course, for he knew how generous they were being, and didn't want to take advantage of it in any way. This wing-pack may have been his design, but it was their materials. Though that being said, there was nothing against a test flight to see if it was up to optimal condition, something he never had the time for with the Mark 1 pack.
The Mark 2 was significantly upgraded from its predecessor, due to being made from more pristine materials rather than scavenged scraps, as well as a couple new features. The new Combat Goggles were not only for eye protection but provided a direct communication link with the pack, allowing for easier control of its functions. The new metal of the pack made it more durable and even resistant to small arms fire and explosives, to a degree. The hand controls remained where they were but could now be automatically locked via the Combat Goggles link. The thrust had been heavily upgraded, nearing almost 1000 pounds of thrust from the pack's dual engines, and were still controlled enough to allow for flight swift enough to not cause harm to the pilot. In addition to a new wrist mounted blaster on the left wing with a heavier damage rate, there was a right-wing mounted wrist missile launcher that took the place of his former Omega bombs, with no extra carry-on pack required. Last but not least, the Eagle suit's power cell was more securely guarded with an enhanced transparent alloy covering it from its chest mounted position. Aside from all the new features, Calidan still made sure the new wings were grafted with the same feather mimic as the last one, complete with his own blue and silver-gray trademark color scheme, though the new materials they were made from ensured greater livability.
Eagle was more than thrilled with his new upgraded suit, and was all the more eager to test it out in full as he changed direction and propelled himself into the air from the wasteland isle center. He ascended nearly over a thousand feet until the wasteland isle was relatively the size of him, before retracting his wings and falling backwards while performing a spinning skydive. His freefall continued until the wasteland was a couple hundred feet below, readjusting his position to a divebomb and re-engaged his wings. They somewhat parachuted him as he flew along the eastern side of the mountain ridge leading from the volcano in a whoop.
"WAAAHOOOOO!"
Engulfed in the thrill of the flight while approaching the ruined monoliths of the wild leaper lizard habitat, he saw through his goggles enhanced vision something that didn't belong, and sneered.
A lone metalhead gekko had crawled out of the ground earlier and was sneaking over the ruins, looking for any leapers to prey upon. Little did it know, it was now the prey! In the blink of an eye, it found itself pulled into the air, caught in the piercing grip of six artificial talons strapped to the feet of a flying human, a new feature Eagle had personally added to the Mark 2 to better mimic his namesake. The metalhead gekko screeched at its captor as it attempted to squirm free, to no avail.
"Apparently you've been living under a rock and didn't get the memo, your kind isn't allowed on this planet!" Eagle yelled at the growling metalhead in his grasp. He flew it out over the ocean bay, hovering in place and said before releasing it, "so take a dip."
He let it fall to its fate in the deadly wasteland sea. After splashing, it struggled to swim due to not being made for that, only to end up in the crushing grip of a wasteland sea squid tentacle, which raised it into the air slightly before dragging it down to its death. Eagle saw the whole thing and thought to himself with a slight sweat, 'and that is why I'm a pilot and not a sailor.'
He turned about and headed back to the wasteland shore. He landed and retracted the wings to compact form on the rocky edge several yards in front of his old garage door, a fitting end for the test flight. He pulled up his left arm to speak into his wrist communicator. "This is Eagle 2 to Spargus 1, can you read me your highness?"
"Loud and clear Cal," Sig's voice came over the comm.
"Just finished my full sweep and haven't noticed anything major. No patrolling marauders, and only one metalhead previously disposed of."
"Not too surprising, since winning the last war, both factions have kept a low profile out here. Most likely out of fear of being wiped out completely, though one would have to be a fool to fully believe that."
"You and me both, is there anything else I can address while I'm out here?"
A new voice answered through the comm, one Calidan immediately recognized, "you could answer why you haven't reported in when you were supposed to."
"Jak my man! Didn't know you were out here, what's up?" Cal casually conversed.
"Other than Torn breathing down my neck wondering what you've been up to, not bad. So, care to elaborate?" Jak replied, immediately getting back to the real topic.
Cal let out a frustrated sigh, he had forgotten to relay to Torn about an update. No doubt he was upset and sent Jak out here to collect it himself. Guess he shouldn't have been surprised his actions had ticked off the former Commander, oh well it wouldn't be the first time.
"Sorry about that, just been helping with stabilizing things out here, Haven's not the only place in need of renewal prior to what happened after all," Calidan explained.
"True, but keep in mind you're not just a wastelander anymore, you're a Freedom League officer now, and all officers must adhere to protocol, no matter the background." Calidan huffed in exhaustion, like he needed to be reminded about protocol for perhaps the hundredth time.
"Yes I know I've done the reading. Though isn't part of protocol to give full details about any mission? That's what I've been collecting out here prior, and I've just now finished my sweep to fill it. I wasn't going to send Torn or anybody back a report that was only half done!"
"Good, well you can explain that to him when you get back, cause it's overdue," Jak paused before continuing, "though between us, how did the new suit work out? You fly it out to the fullest?"
Seeing how Jak made the conversation more friendly, Calidan gladly responded, "you bet! Handles like a dream, more so than the prototype ever did."
"Sweet, can't wait to hear all about it. See you back here soon buddy," Jak finished.
"You got it, over and out," Calidan shut off the comm, taking in a breath of fresh air while scoping out the calm wasteland sea he remembered looking at all his life, it was a sight that always kept him grounded, despite his lonely upbringing here. Suddenly a hissing sound drew his attention to the right, making him turn to see a desert rattler that had emerged from the sand, hissing at the intruder that had disturbed him from his nearby hole.
"Hiiiiiissssss"...SHINK
The snake soon knew no more as a thrown knife cut right through its head, ending its life instantly. Walking over to retrieve his thrown weapon, Calidan was only seeing red as he walked over to the corpse of the dead worm. He halted for a moment by its head, before stomping on it with all his might, grinding it below the sand. He kept his foot pressed as he said with an angry snarl, "snakes...I hate snakes...I HATE EM!"
His eyes momentarily lost their pupils going white as his rage hit its peak. Rationality soon took hold again before he walked over and pulled his knife from the sand with a quick motion, wiping the filthy animal's blood off of it with an arm swipe before sheathing it in its waist mounted pocket. He turned around before reactivating his wing-pack and propelling off into the sky. Leaving behind the corpse of what was clearly his least favorite animal.
That's right! I'm bringing the Transformers into this crossover universe! The fact that I am bringing in another universe with a big fanbase into this crossover story of mine is why I'm now restarting it as a multiverse X-over story! Shame I can't post crossovers with more than one category, unlike my two previous stories.
Now you all know what happened to Malefor after the end of my last story, as many have asked. His return ended up bringing us to the first climatic scene, where yes…Errol is back, again, because truthfully it wouldn't be a crossover without a villain from all universes. You'll learn more about his new form as we go along.
Well it's begun again, and don't worry, the Autobots will be shown soon, as well as more Decepticons than the usual terrible three that have already been shown (I already know the Transformers cast I am including in this story). See my new DeviantArt page for my handpicked illustrations of my selected Transformers.