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Prologue.
Cybertron, Alpha Centauri star system.
The Ark, the last Autobot shuttle capable of flying through space, was rushing at full speed towards a shrinking spatial rift, which was shrinking due to the instability of the flowing energy.
For many Autobots, it was a difficult decision to leave their home, which was dying from their global confrontation with the Decepticons, who, due to their pride and thirst for power, poisoned the very heart of the planet, dooming one of the greatest civilizations in the universe to extinction.
The leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, together with the yellow scout Bumblebee, were walking towards the bridge of the ship. When the compartment doors slid open, revealing a multi-level room in which each bot had its own coloring and place at the control panel and various systems. Many expressed hope that they would be able to find a new home there, beyond the burning portal.
- Optimus, the sensors show that the portal is entering a critical state. It could close at any moment. - one of the fighters reported, watching the indicators of the spatial rift, which were shrinking exponentially.
- Engines at full power, we must make it before...
But his words were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a shadow covering the bridge of the Ark. But it was not amazement that seized the bots, since behind the glass they saw the outlines of "blades" and a sharp nose, coupled with purple LEDs, which indicated one ship - Nemesis, a reformed titan Trypticon. The Autobots understood - the Decepticons were on their tail.
- Megatron! - Optimus muttered, suspecting that his worst enemy was not trying to leave Cybertron, but to destroy the Ark.
Which was confirmed when tentacle-shaped boarding anchors with spikes and hooks on the end emerged from the ship's hull. In the blink of an eye, they broke through the walls of the Ark, resting against the internal compartments, thereby boarding the ship. But the situation for the Autobots became even worse, because in addition to damaging a number of systems, Con soldiers burst onto the ship.
Bumblebee was one of the first to counterattack, trying to unhook the boarding cables, but one anchor hit the compartment with all its might, throwing back the scout with yellow paint.
- Everyone to battle! - Optimus ordered, until Bumblebee's systems completely shut down.
But the next moment, the voice of the Autobot medic, Ratchet, reached his sound sensors, calling for the scout to wake up:
- Bumblebee! Bumblebee! The yellow bot restored his visual systems, which made the white robot breathe a sigh of relief.
- He's coming to! Praise Primus!
- How is he? - asked the red and blue Autobot.
- It's been worse. The voice module is still not functioning, but the energon level is within normal limits.
- Good. I'll run a diagnostic of all the Ark's systems.
- Got it. Okay, Bumblebee, let's check your optics. Watch the scanner.
The scout followed the instructions, tracking the movement of the flying drone three times. But then an explosion thundered from behind the medic, followed by the annoying Decepticons.
- Everyone freeze! Drop your weapons! - one of them shouted.
- Don't shoot, I'm a medic! - Ratchet raised his hands when the drone flew up to him unnoticed.
- Shut him up, somebody.
But alas, it was not the Autobot who was shut up, but the Decepticons, who were blinded by the bright flash of the flying ball, which the prone Bumblebee took advantage of, riddling the enemies with his neutron double-barreled machine gun. Three more points for the young scout, but there was no time before the celebration.
- Here, take the ammo, Bumblebee. - said Ratchet, throwing ammunition to the yellow bot.
- The Decepticons are advancing! - shouted one of the allied fighters.
- Autobots, defend the bridge at all costs! - shouted Optimus to everyone, preparing for the attack.
Which, unfortunately, was not long in coming. Several enemy Vehikns rained down from the boarding anchors, firing at the Autobot positions from all sides. However, the return fire showed the soldiers of the despotic empire of the Kons the tenacity and fearlessness of the fighters for freedom and independence. The result was the complete defeat of the enemy raid. But this did not mean the end of the battle, which was confirmed by Prime himself:
- Megatron will not give up so easily.
- Teletron, full damage analysis. - the medic addressed the Ark computer.
But then, unexpectedly, someone they did not expect to see entered the airwaves. A gray-silver coating framed the face of the former gladiator Kaon, whose red eye sensors caused tingling in the neural network of every ordinary Autobot, but not Optimus Prime, who remained calm even at the sight of the destroyer of all Cybertron.
- Your precious Ark will not reach the portal, Optimus! - a chillingly menacing baritone went through the sound systems of each Autobot.
- Shield failure in the right engine. - Teletron's monotonous electric voice sounded.
- I'll blow your ship to pieces!
And then the transmission ended, turning off the holographic image of the Decepticon leader.
Suddenly, the Ark shook violently, as if it had been hit by a salvo from several ship guns at once. The boarding anchors came unhooked from the compartment, which did not bode well.
- Optimus, the Decepticons have penetrated the engine compartment. - came from the lips of one Autobot.
- Copy! Bumblebee, stay here and hold the bridge! Ratchet, monitor the systems! The rest of you, follow me!
And then the leader of the Autobots rushed into the corridor along with the rest of the fighters, leaving the scout and the doctor on the bridge, which at the moment the sliding doors closed, suddenly blinked and shook from another salvo from the Nemesis. And it seems that this caused a power surge.
- No! - Ratchet lamented, looking at the very low readings of the external shields. - The defense systems are disabled! We need to restore Teletron quickly, otherwise Megatron will blow us to pieces. Bumblebee, take the energy cell and go with it to the power supply compartment. - the red and gray Autobot took out an energy source from a drawer, which was immediately taken by the scout.
- Good luck, Bumblebee! - the medic said hopefully, when the yellow bot rushed towards everyone in the pores to another compartment.
Optimus Prime, in his signature red and blue colors, was racing at full speed to the ship's engine compartment to restore the shields, allowing the Ark to reach the portal. Dodging everything that came his way, be it anchors or volleys of ion cannons from Nemesis, he quickly ran through the entire ship in the hope of restoring the power supply to the rear shields. And when almost all obstacles were overcome, he found himself at the very doors of the compartment, but to his surprise, a huge crowd of his fellow Autobots had gathered here, shooting back at hordes of dark purple cones, fiercely resisting the bots' attempts to break through the enemy's defensive positions. Seeing the old Civil War veteran in his distinctive burgundy and silver colors among his own, he immediately ran up to him.
- Ironhide, report the situation! - the leader of the Autobots responded commandingly.
- These damned Decepticons have dug in tightly at the control panel. We can't break through their defenses. - the old bot snapped back annoyingly, firing back with lilac-colored energy volleys.
- Got it. - He touched his comlink. - Ratchet, what about Teletron?
- The systems are fully operational, Optimus. Defense turrets are activated.
In confirmation of these words, guns with built-in surveillance cameras appeared on the ceiling near the doors to the main console. Noticing the enemy, they immediately opened continuous fire on the uncomprehending Decepticons. The Autobots, together with Optimus, launched a counterattack, after which all the Vehicons were destroyed.
- Scrap! These buckets of nuts broke the locking system. Now we can't open these doors. - Ironhide grinned from the hopelessness of the situation.
- Now move over, grandpa! - a red bot with blue optics, similar to two lenses fastened together, emerged from the crowd, standing right next to the door.
- Warpath, what are you... - the veteran Autobot did not have time to be indignant, as he was immediately caught off guard by a shot from the young bot's personal weapon, which smashed the compartment doors to smithereens. Fortunately, the console itself was not damaged by the explosion, since the distance between it and the gate was huge.
- Please.
- Carburetor take you, Warpath! When will you finally stop blowing everything up?! - the maroon and silver Autobot angrily attacked his subordinate.
- But it worked, right?
- Thank you, Warpath! - Optimus thanked him, tapping him on the shoulder. - Ironhide, guard the entrance to the compartment. Don't let the Decepticons get to the console.
- Got it, Optimus. Hey, all of you, get into position.
Activating the holographic touch screen, Prime began to restore the power supply to the Ark's rear shields. After a few seconds of waiting, an energy film covered the ignition chambers of all five engines.
- Ratchet, shields restored, engines at full power.
- Got it. Turning on afterburners. - came from the medic over the radio.
But then Prime was caught by an unexpected outcome. A Decepticon flew into the chamber, completely painted in a matte gray shade. All of its components were saturated with light purple illuminations. The shoulder pads and knee pads were sharp as needles, and the rest of the body was thicker than before. With a huge momentum, the Decepticon leader struck the Autobot leader, who threw him out of the compartment.
Having hit several times on different parts of the ignition chamber, Optimus eventually got to his feet with a painful groan, seeing his sworn enemy behind him.
- Megatron! - he said with a serious expression.
- Optimus, long time no see! - the Decepticon leader answered with arrogant friendliness. - Have you forgotten? You must repay me for that little surprise!
- The war is over, Megatron! The Autobots will never return to Cybertron, which you so fiercely desired to obtain!
- No, Prime! The war will end only when I say so! No one dares to trample on Megatron's power! - the Decepticon leader refused, drawing his silver double-bladed sword.
- So be it! - Prime resigned himself, releasing his blade with a large tip from his hand. - One will remain... - he began his sentence.
- The other will fall! - Megatron finished for him, thereby repeating his thoughts about the outcome of this duel.
True! One must remain - the other must fall. The balance must swing one way or another either to the Autobots or to the Decepticons. The leaders of their factions closely watched each other's movements, trying not to give away even the slightest hint of an attack. Their optical sensors narrowed more and more with each glance, demonstrating a look full of malice and anger. They had fought each other a dishonorable number of times. And no one could determine the winner. But perhaps here and now the fate of the Decepticons and Autobots will be decided. The stakes are high!
And at that moment, when an explosion occurred next to them, Megatron made his first move. Optimus kept up with the former gladiator, rushing towards him with a furious cry. And when they closed the distance between them, their blades parted in different directions. The leader of the Decepticons jumped up in his run, throwing his sword back. The leader of the Autobots turned 360 degrees and also swung at his opponent in a jump. The next moment, the blades of the blades collided with each other with a grinding and clanking sound.
The Core of Cybertron.
The spark of the great Primus, the progenitor of the Cybertronian race, was fading. The powers of the mighty creator were exhausted. His world fell under the onslaught of internal strife between his creations, shaking the surface of the metal planet, as during his confrontation with his brother Unicron. But his influence still reached the very depths of the planet, poisoning its very heart. The last time the transformers reached the depths of Cybertron was to save the core of the entire world. Optimus couldn't do anything with the rest of the Autobots. Dark Energon had damaged almost all of the core's systems, causing the main source of life energy for all Autobots and Decepticons to stop feeding Cybertron's life systems, dooming it to extinction. There was no one in this huge room now. A quiet and silent atmosphere.
But suddenly, a dark portal with a blue circle saturated with electric discharges opened right onto the platform. For a moment, the dark space began to shine with new colors. However, then a man emerged from the same portal... a man. A half-bald man of about thirty, wearing round glasses and dressed in a white overall. His firm and straight posture expressed calm and self-confidence. His steps were unhurried and even, as if they were measuring out every centimeter from each other. His hands swung slightly from side to side, picking up the silent pace of the man's walk, on whose lab coat a badge with his last name stood out. He walked towards the giant ball, whose light was slowly fading, but the man felt the presence of something familiar in it, something that made him come here through the fabric of space and time. When the tip of his boots touched the edge of the abyss between the platform and the core, the man in glasses stared at the core of the planet, closed his eyes, and then put his left hand in front of him, as it was immediately enveloped in tongues of blue energy. The next moment, the space around this man began to blur, acquiring new shades and removing the sharp and rectangular surfaces of Cybertron. When the glow on his hand ceased, the man opened his eyes, observing a dark space in front of him, whose was illuminated by a strange nebula. It seemed that the atmosphere of silence lasted forever, when suddenly the man heard a familiar voice.
- Billions of years have passed since the very moment when we last saw each other. - a deep, almost senile baritone sounded from the lips of the stranger.
The man turned around, seeing a wandering humanoid figure, consisting of pure energy, which with each step left behind a visible trace, reminiscent of molecules dangling in a chaotic manner.
- I remember well the day when our race renounced all oaths and duties to our true creator. - he sadly reminded both himself and the other man of the events of many years ago, causing him to become sad. - And even now, lies born of fear poison all worlds touched by the hand of the Allfather. But I sense in your heart resistance to his commandments, and yet in your time you were one of his most devoted servants... Samur.
The man had not heard this name for a long time. It even seemed to him that over the years spent among people, he had completely forgotten about his true origin, which caused him disgust and a desire to atone for his sins.
- I have long since discarded this name, Primus. - Samur tried to convince him, although it looked from the outside that he was trying to convince himself of this.
- None of us will ever be able to discard our roots, old friend. - Primus' spark approached Samur, circling in front of him. - You and I were created to serve those who have the power to control the Maykers.
- But you refused this, and as a result, you created a world that combines the knowledge of our brothers and your centuries-old wisdom.
- But the poison generated by dark desires destroyed me and my creation. The treachery of Kan-Maker and the Allfather cost us dearly, and their influence reached my world.
- The Allfather is no longer with us, Primus. And with his departure, Urdak changed. He began to roll to the bottom.
- Davot created us so that we could unravel the secret of immortality, with the help of which he intended to grant eternal life to his children. But you refused to obey his will. And all because of fear. - he explained with quiet annoyance. - Now our world has begun to wither and perish. But such is the nature of creators - to fulfill their task and merge with the Singularity. But you chose to cling to the sinking ship.
- I have different goals now, my friend - I want to atone for my sins by freeing the worlds from the strangling noose of the Kan-Creator! - Samur admitted with firm confidence.
This statement seriously surprised Primus, who looked into the eyes of his old friend, seeing in them what even the former creator himself would refuse to believe: faith and hope in the one whom death fears most and is in no hurry to tear out the mortal soul.
- And for this you came here, to find out information about him? - asked Primus, emphasizing the last word, as if the whole essence of the conversation was connected with this creature.
- Exactly so, my old friend. You are the only one who is able to cross the barrier that closes Jekkad from the rest of the Universe. And you are the only one who saw him for the last time.
Primus turned away from Samur, trying to think everything through in his head.
- Primus, please help me find him! He is our last hope for victory against Urdak and Hell! If we do not find him, then your Decepticons will seem like children compared to the spawn of Davot's wrath! - Samur placed his hand on Primus's shoulder. - I beg you, not as a creator, but as a mortal creature! I beg you! - there were already notes of despair in his voice, which greatly stunned the former creator.
Apparently, the time spent with mortals greatly softened the unapproachable heart of the seraph, since he preferred the shell of people to his own body. Primus always believed that Samur cared about nothing else in life except devoted service to the Allfather. But now he saw a completely different entity, as if that cynical and taciturn seraph had been replaced. This alerted the founder of Cybertron, it seemed to him that a spy was in front of him. But the aura of the seraph, created by the hands of the Allfather, was telling the opposite. Moreover, the eyes showed the sincerity that only mortal creatures are capable of, who were granted the right to be alive, unlike the Creators, who were consumed by fear and thirst for life that they did not deserve. But the one they are talking about has long lost the shine of shining feelings, having formed a huge gaping hole inside himself, which he fills with his "Eternal War" with the spawn of Davot. And if Samur began to believe in him, then there are serious reasons for that.
- Really? - Primus asked with realization and shock.
- Yes, my old friend. The day of prophecy is near.
- "In the days of turmoil and division
Darkness and light will merge into one,
And filth will rise above the land of mortals,
Hell will swallow the souls of the unfaithful,
And the good land...
- Will awaken the guardian who will destroy Paradise and Hell! - Samur continued for him, thereby confirming his words.
- So you want to bring this day closer to awaken the guardian capable of defeating the Titan of the Underworld himself?
- If we want to save the Universe, then we simply have no other choice. - He paused for a moment to say this. - The Doom Slayer must return home!
- His home was another Earth, Samur. And it was destroyed by the hordes of Hell. Argent D'Nur fell in the fire of civil war, and the Earth in which you live is saturated with hatred and contempt of people. Do you really think that this alternative will seem the most favorable for his awakening? We should also not forget that in addition to people, my children will soon become inhabitants of this planet. How do you plan to unite the entire world in the fight against Hell and Urdak?
- I do not know. But the Doom Slayer is capable! I believe in him!
- Well, then fortune is in your hands. The demons sealed the Slayer in the Kadingir sanctuary. Now he sleeps soundly in a sarcophagus hidden under the ruins of the sanctuary.
Samur was discouraged. He did not suspect that the spawn of Davot would seal the strongest warrior under the rubble of Kadingir, since he assumed that they would transfer him to some dimension, the only portal of which is only in Hell. But everything turned out to be much easier than he could have imagined.
- Thank you, Primus! I am in your debt! - the former seraph said heartily.
- Remember, Samur, Kan the Creator is watching our every move. If she finds out that you communicated with me, you will not escape punishment. - Primus warned the seraphim.
- Do not worry, old friend. As a mortal, my power is sealed, so Urdak is unable to track my location.
- Before you go, let me ask, you gave up your body and name to atone for your sins, so how should I address you now, old friend?
But before Samur could say a word, the space around him and Primus began to tremble.
- What's going on? - Samur said, stunned.
- It seems my time has come. You should return to your world to prepare to meet my children, old friend. I have a feeling that they can help in the war against all the wicked, both human and Cybertronian. If they join forces, it will strengthen your chances in the coming war against Urdak and Hell.
- I understand. We are not saying goodbye, old friend. Someday I will return and you will be able to support life on the planet again.
Samur's image dissolved into the nebula as Primus said:
- I would like to believe it. In an instant, the consciousness of the former seraph found himself in the body of a man who leaned back sharply to avoid falling into the abyss. When his eyes slid toward the giant ball, a terrible picture opened up to them. The flickering flame of life went out. And then the room was enveloped in pitch darkness. Samura was overcome by deep sadness, from which he shook his head sadly, but then his gaze acquired firmness and determination, since his decision was supported by faith in victory in the future war.
Suddenly, an excited young voice was heard in his ear:
- Professor Hayden, are you okay? The sensors showed the absence of your vital signs for a moment!
- Everything is fine, Aldridge. Return me to the base and tell Andrew to prepare his people.
- Really, sir, you found him?
- Yes. Begin Operation "Return".
And the man who called himself Samuel Hayden disappeared into the dark circle of the portal, thus marking the opening of the hunt for the ancient artifact.