Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 17: Living Stories)

TMC 17-7

“KING ARTHUR?!” yelped Cliffjumper once all the Autobots and their allies gathered at the Autobot base.

“GENIE?!” squeaked Blackarachnia.

“STRIKA’S TEAM?!” shouted Ratchet.

“MERLIN?!” squawked Goldbug.

“IF WE’RE ALL DONE SPEAKING IN SHORT SENTENCES!” thundered Merlin. “Good LORD! You Cybertronians are terrible at surprises!”

“Merlin’s right,” interjected Optimus. “There’s obviously a threat that requires the help of King Arthur and a Genie. Speaking of which, where IS she?”

“Right here,” answered Cliffjumper as he held up his hand. “Hey, Shahra, come out and meet everyone.” Shahra then left her ring.

“What is thy wi…?” she became very aware of everyone seeing her and hid behind Cliffjumper’s head.

“It’s all right, Ma’am,” assured Optimus. “We won’t hurt you; I promise.”

“I never thought I’d see you again, Shahra!” chuckled Sonic.

“Sonic! It IS you!” Shahra flew towards Sonic and gave him a hug. Amy kept her jealousy inside, not wanting to cause a scene. Shahra then looked at Amy. “And you must be Amy Rose.”

“…You know about me?!” asked Amy as her jealousy vanished.

“Sonic talked about you quite frequently when he was my master.” Shahra then bowed to Amy. “If you happen to possess my ring, I would be honored to grant you any wish that is within my power.”

“I hope we become more than master and servant,” replied Amy.

“It’s good to finally meet you outside the pages of the Arabian Nights, Shahra of the Ring,” greeted Merlin.

“Likewise, Merlin. When I felt the Erazor Djinn’s lamp escape the stories, I felt I had to pursue him. But, there was no one around that could wield my ring. Strika said that the Erazor Djinn gave the ring to her, but it looked like he never told her of its power.”

‘Her loss,” chuckled Cliffjumper.

“What doth prompt these three worlds represented at this table to come together?” asked Arthur.

“Simple,” answered Merlin, “Morgane Le Fay is coming back and she’s ready to enact her plan to use the Sword of Parallels.”

“That sword?! I thought you had it destroyed when my cousin first sought it!” protested Sira.

“Your cousin?” asked Optimus. Sira sighed.

“My old family name was Le Fay.”

“You’re Morgane’s cousin?!”

“Aye, she is,” confirmed Arthur. “I beg thy pardon for this, Sira, but thou art the only member of that family with any shred of sanity.”

“No need to ask for my pardon, you’re right.”

“So, why do you call yourself Sira Mayworth?” asked Optimus.

“Because Natalie and I had our wedding in May, making our happiness worth more.”


“If we can get back to the topic at hand, what IS the Sword of Parallels?” asked Cliffjumper.

“A blade forged to open the gateways to the various stories of the world,” explained Shahra. “In the wrong hands, it has warped whole civilizations as they turned reality upside down. We MUST make sure it’s destroyed, or its seven activators are kept out of reach, at the very least!”

“The Chaos Emeralds?” asked Amy.

“No, the World Rings.”

“Aren’t they bound to the Arabian Nights?” quizzed Sonic.

“They don’t need to be within the pages to keep the Arabian Nights in check,” answered Merlin. “However, if the World Rings are placed into the Sword’s handle, every story, from Goldilocks to the Odyssey, is in peril.”

“Cute story,” grunted Grimlock, “but that’s all it is, a story!”

“Grimlock!” hissed Optimus.

“I’m a wizard of the Green Order and I can tell you right now, there is NO way that any of this is true! I can’t possibly believe that guy is a wizard, much less Merlin!”

“We saw him freed from the tree!”

“Probably a light show within a fake tree!”

“Grimlock, we have a Goddess on our side, and we all fought Unicron in some fashion! Can you REALLY not believe that this guy is Merlin?!”

“You require proof, Mr. Grimlock?” asked Merlin.

“In the worst way possible!” challenged Grimlock.

“That’s exactly how you shall receive it!” Merlin flung some sparkles at the Dyno-bot leader. The sparkles then multiplied and surrounded Grimlock. All of a sudden, he and the sparkles vanished!

“…Merlin, he’s gonna assume you cast locus on him,” muttered Sira.

“I didn’t. He’s still here. In that chair, as a matter of fact. I had to do something that only us magic folk can do.”

“What, turn invisible?” asked Optimus. “My cousin, Mirage, does that and so does the Decepticon, Ravage. I mean, it’s only when it’s dark, but…” Optimus’ train of thought was then derailed by a noise. It was a noise he heard before, but within the confines of the base, it was so out of place.

“…A goat?” asked Arthur. “Dost thou keep livestock, Autobots?” Jazz leaned into what appeared to be the empty chair, then he fell to the floor in a heap. It was only when he started laughing and gasping at the same time, sounding like a noisy seal, that his condition was confirmed.

“Jazz, wha…” Cliffjumper then clapped a hand to his mouth to try and stifle his laughter. He then picked up what occupied the chair and placed it onto the conference table. It was a shaggy gray goat, and it was glaring at Merlin with as much anger as it could muster. By then, Optimus, Sonic, Amy, Sira, Shahra, and Arthur joined in the laughter.

“Oh my! Poor Grimlock!” giggled Amy. Grimlock then leveled his new horned head at Merlin and prepared to charge as he gave an angry bleat. Cliffjumper then put his hand in front of Grimlock to stop him.

“Sh…Shahrahaha!” Cliffjumper managed to get out, “I ehehe I wish hm hmm I wish for you to hoh hoo return Grimlock ha ha to normahahahal!”

“Just as soon hee hee as I stohohop lahahahaughing!” Shahra regained enough composure to then throw more sparkles at Grimlock and he grew back into his normal robot mode, just on his hands and knees. He glared at everyone, daring them to make a joke, as he crawled back to his chair and sat back down. The laughter then died down as Grimlock sank into his chair and folded his arms.

“Okay, with those demonstrations out of the way,” Optimus cleared his throat to regain the rest of his composure, “we still need to know where the World Rings are in the world.”

“Thankfully, they’re still in Shamar and our enemy isn’t pursuing them,” replied Merlin.

“Then, by Heaven, let us retrieve them!” proclaimed King Arthur.

“With Eggman’s forces so large in number, we can’t afford to do so. He’s churning Eggacons out faster than any of us can believe.”

“Merlin’s right, we need more soldiers,” agreed Optimus.

“But Cybertron still hasn’t given any indication,” reminded Prowl, “about receiving our messages that Unicron’s been beaten, and Mobius is safe again.”

“Don’t you have a trinket to make more soldiers?” asked Merlin.

“Yeah! The Allspark!” cheered Sonic. “Tails has made some more vehicles! I’m sure Scattershot would love some brothers!”

“Bad idea.” Optimus quickly shut the notion down. “When Eggman locked the Allspark in an active state, he damaged it permanently. If we use it now, we’d only be able to make four more.”

“…Enough for a Combiner Team,” mused Prowl. “Remember? Silver swiped the Enigma of Combination from Eggman after the Bruticus debacle.”

“I’m not so easy about using the Allspark for a quick fix!” urged Optimus. “If we use it, it’s gonna go offline permanently!”

“And if the Allspark WANTS to be used?” asked Jazz. “I mean, it IS sentient in some fashion.”

“…I’ll consider it,” sighed Optimus.

“In the meantime, there IS a way to get more organic allies,” offered Merlin. “Ones YOU should be familiar with, Arthur.”

“…My knights?!” asked Arthur.

“And your queen.”

“Let’s get that out of the way, first,” declared Optimus. “Meanwhile, I’ll have a little chat with the Allspark about Merlin’s suggestion. We need all the help we can get.”

“My friends, tis time for a most sacred quest!” cheered Arthur as he raised Excalibur to the air. “Tis time to fight and defeat our enemies that dare defile the worlds of reality and the stories!” Everyone cheered at that.

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 17: Living Stories)

TMC 17-6

“Strika, this is LUNACY!” Goldbug protested as the Thrashracons stared him and his team down. “The Decepticons devastated Cybertron!”

“The Decepticons ARE Cybertron!” argued Strika. “To fight for one is to fight for the other! And to defy us…is to court death!” The Thrashracons opened fire and scattered everyone. The barrage lasted a good minute until Obsidian saw the soldiers running back to the oil reserve.

“Jetstorm! Missile Spread! Pattern Delta! Target: Wing Bravo!”

“Got it!” Jetstorm fired four missiles over the soldiers’ heads, and they hit the oil reserve, causing a massive explosion. The Autobots looked back, and their optics widened.

“Nice work, Jetstorm,” praised Strika. “The Autobots failed to protect the reserve.”

“Bu…but that…” stammered Goldbug.

“Open your eyes!” shouted Strika as she swung her arm to the side. As she did, something shiny fell out of her arm and landed in the sand. As she explained herself, Cliffjumper inched towards it. “We got readings on the planet’s Energon density! Did you really think we were THAT desperate for fuel?! No, that was just to draw you out! We had planned for someone high up in the Autobot command to come investigate our theft, but the Magnus himself…oh that just put the icing on the metaphorical oil cake! This is no mere raid; this is your execution!”

“…Naaman’s gonna kill us for this,” gulped Goldbug.

“We’ll spare him the effort.” Strika extended one of her shovels and raised it above her head, only to see Cliffjumper examining the object that flew out of her arm. It was a ring of gold, human-sized. “…Pretty trinket, is it not?” she scoffed. Then, the ring grew to fit a Transformer’s hand! Strika goggled. “What in…?!” She then grabbed Goldbug and held the shovel to his neck. “That ring is mine! Hand it over or the Magnus dies!”

“Don’t listen to her!” called Goldbug. “It’s obviously important! Put it on!”

“Don’t you fragging dare!”

“…Sorry, but Goldbug’s the boss here, not you!” Cliffjumper then slipped the ring on.

“The pact has been sealed!” called a young woman’s voice. A lavender mist then surrounded the ring before flying away from it and forming into a young woman flying in the air. The woman had a pink ponytail curving upwards, had gray eyes, tan skin, pointed ears, a light amethyst sleeveless shirt, white shalwar pants, a pink belt, pink sandals, and jewelry on her wrists, arms, ears, neck, forehead, and a gold ring tied into her hair by a low bun. “Greetings, Master Cliffjumper!” called the woman. “I am Shahra, Genie of the Ring! Master, what is thy wish?” Cliffjumper was stunned.

“Genie!” called Strika. “I am your real master! Your ring was given to me by the Erazor Djinn! I order you to kill the Autobots and their organic pets!”

“Even if you WERE my master,” replied Shahra, “I could not grant that wish. Bound Genies do NOT kill! Besides, you don’t wear the ring, Cliffjumper does!”

“Shahra, was it?” asked Cliffjumper. “Here’s MY wish! I wish for me, my fellow Autobots, and our allies to be back in the Shamaran Capital, right in front of the President’s Mansion!”

“Your wish is my command!” called Shahra. A variety of various-sized carpets then scooped the Autobots and their friends up and carried them away. The Thrashracons were stunned at what happened, standing still, and trying to process what just happened. Strika’s face then contorted into one of fury as she finally understood the purpose of the ring.

“ERAZOR!” she bellowed.

The team arrived in front of the President’s Mansion and explained what happened to Naaman himself. Needless to say, he wasn’t happy. “So, let me summarize what just happened, and correct me if I’m wrong about this! Cliffjumper, you promised that the Decepticons wouldn’t take one more quart of oil! After that, you were all duped into abandoning the reserve and the Decepticons torched the reserve, destroying Mobius’ last bit of oil! Is that correct?!”

“Y…Yes, Mr. President,” gulped Cliffjumper.

“Gotta say, I’m not happy! Now, if you were as open about your Energon refining techniques as you are with the other governments, I wouldn’t be so livid!”

“Sir, with all due respect, we have sent multiple invites for you to come to us so you can pick up all files related to Energon refinery,” replied Goldbug. “Since before the Unicron Games. Mr. Jabbar said he would give them to you when you weren’t so busy.”

“…I didn’t get a single invite on my desk,” remarked Naaman. He then pulled out his phone and called someone. “Mr. Jabbar, would you come and clear something up for me? …Thank you.” He then hung up. Mr. Jabbar, a male Mobian Sand Cat, arrived a minute later.

“What can I clear up for you, Sir?” he asked.

“The Autobots claimed that they have sent invitations to you about me retrieving Energon mining and refining for our purposes,” explained the Shamaran President.

“I have the logs to prove it,” continued Cliffjumper. Mr. Jabbar then looked very nervous.

“…Those invitations,” he said carefully, “would have introduced a potential…disruptive element.”

“…What disruptive element?” demanded Naaman.

“Well, the people who work in the oil business…would lose their source of income. We…need it as a…primary reserve in case…Chaos Fusion Drive power…fails.”

“…You hid the invites on the orders of mere businessmen when you are meant to follow MINE?!”

“Our economy can’t support any backup sources of power that aren’t oil! I was protecting Shamar’s interests!”

“Yeah?!” By this point, Naaman was beyond anger, he was FURIOUS! “Well, you are officially relieved of protecting Shamar’s interests and the interests of those damn oil tycoons! You have exactly three minutes to clear your desk! You’re FIRED!”

“But, the election!” wailed Mr. Jabbar.

“You two, get him to his former office and make sure he’s cleared EVERYTHING out!” Naaman ordered two soldiers.

“Sir, you’re making a mistake!” protested Mr. Jabbar as he was dragged away.

“As for you,” Naaman turned to the Autobots, “I would like an invite given to me personally from one of you Autobots by tomorrow morning! We need that oil reserve replaced NOW!”

“I can replace it!” offered Shahra.

“Ah, yes, the Genie. …You really used prayer mats of various sizes?”

“It was all I could summon as a starting point.”

“Shahra, would you be able to restore the reserve to before the Thrashracons stole all the oil they did?” asked Cliffjumper.

“It’s well within the power of a Ring-Genie like me.”

“Then I wish for you to restore the reserve with all of its oil returned to the state it was before the Thrashracons stole what they did and converted it into Energon Cubes!”

“Your wish is granted!” Shahra then raised her hands and golden sparkles flew in the direction of the reserve. Naaman then got a call.

“Yes? …What?! All the damage?! …The oil too?! …Believe it or not, it WAS a Genie. …I know it sounds crazy, but I swear it’s the truth! …Right, this SHOULD remain under wraps. …Oh, yeah, there ARE magical people here. …Right, we can convince them to take credit until the Genie is ready to be public. …Right. …Perfect. In the meantime, have your people prepare for the construction of an Energon Reserve. …Inter-office politics prevented that. …I knew I could count on you! Bye-bye!” He hung up. “Well, Autobots and Shahra, I’m a grateful man. You have done Shamar a great service.” He then departed and took his guards with him.

“Well, with all that,” muttered Arcee, “we need to…” Goldbug’s arm then fell limp. “…WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR ARM DURING THAT FIGHT?!” She then pounced on Goldbug and started beating him with her tools.

“HELP!” wailed Goldbug.


“Er, should we…?” asked Shahra.

“Nah, this is normal flirting for them,” replied Cliffjumper. He then called the base. “Teletraan, we need a Ground Bridge back. We’ve got some news that you guys NEED to hear.”

“Coming up,” replied Teletraan. “Oh, and be prepared for new allies.”

“I was about to warn the same thing.” Cliffjumper then turned to the squabblers as the Ground Bridge opened. “Hey! Guys! Ground Bridge! Arcee stopped beating on Goldbug for a minute as they both saw the Ground Bridge.

“…This isn’t over!” Arcee warned Goldbug. She then stormed into the Ground Bridge with a huff.

“…You know, you SHOULD be a little more careful with your arm,” advised Cliffjumper. “That being said, she SHOULD be a little more understanding. She WAS in that same battle.”

“Let’s just go,” grunted Goldbug. He, Cliffjumper, and their new Genie ally then entered the Ground Bridge and it closed behind them.

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 17: Living Stories)

TMC 17-5

The ship landed and the passengers then departed it. They approached Team Dark, Sira, and Natalie. Arthur’s eyes he saw Sira. “Sira?!” he called. Sira turned and arched an eyebrow.

“Do I know you?” she asked.

“You know my name, though my shape would probably make me appear as a liar. Tell me, dost thou remember the time when we once played by the lake?”

“I…don’t know of any Hedgehog man I played with, only Natalie as we romanced each other.”

“Thou once told me that thy heart bent not towards any man, but a woman. I remember promising thou that I would ensure that thy marriage to a woman be kept secret and asked Merlin if he could make thy partner appear as a man to those outside those who knew. He said he could not, so thou and thy partner spoke to a nature woman, and she made both of ye…maidens of magic, if I remember correctly.”

“That was at Lake Logres! So you DID return, Your Majesty!”

“Hold on!” called Optimus. “Sira, I hate to ask this, but how old are you?!”

“I was born in the time of Camelot, as was Natalie.”

“The time of Camelot! You two were under King Arthur’s rule?!”

“Indeed.” Sira then spoke to Arthur. “Your Majesty, it’s wonderful to see you! Let’s have a look at that wound!” Arthur then showed off a scar in his chest. “It’s healed quite nicely! So, if you’re here, then that sword over there MUST be Excalibur!” She pointed to the sword in the anvil on the stone as it was being pulled by Shadow. He tried to get it out, but to no avail. Omega then tried, but the results were the same.

“HOLD!” called Arthur. Everyone turned to him Sira whispered the news to Natalie, and the maid goggled at him. “I am King Arthur, the owner of that sword! Let me try!”

“…What?” asked Rouge.

“You’re deranged,” muttered Shadow.

“Curb thy wagging tongue, Boy!” snarled Arthur.

“Aw, is little Shadow unable to pick a sword out of a stone?” laughed Sonic’s voice. He sped by them and was tossing the sword carelessly. Arthur was amazed.

“…Be ye of my blood?!” he asked.

“…I don’t think so,” said Sonic. He put the sword back into the anvil and let Arthur try. Arthur gripped the sword’s handle, steeled himself, then pulled. It came out as easily as when he was a boy. He grinned as he felt whole once more.

“If both of us can pull this sword out as easily as the other, then tis proof we are of the same blood,” declared the Once and Future King.

“But I’m a Hedgehog!” protested Sonic. “From what I can remember about you, you were a human! How’s THAT possible?!”

“Well there ARE Mobian animals that had human origins in their bloodline,” recalled Natalie. “Maybe you’re one of them.”

“I guess,” muttered Sonic.

“It would make sense,” said a new voice. Everyone yelped as the sword bounced itself on its tip with the hilt pointing towards the sky. A face then appeared on it. “So, the knave has pulled me out of the stone once more.”

“…C…Caliburn?” asked Sonic.

“In the world of the Knights of the Round Table, you pulled out a version of me connected to the real me,” explained the sword. “Here, I am Excalibur.”

“Thou…thou spake not in mine era!” mumbled Arthur.

“I wasn’t charged with enough of Gaia’s energy to do so, Your Majesty,” explained Excalibur. “Now, I believe there is a prisoner to release.”

“Aye, there is.” Arthur then approached the glowing tree. It was shimmering in all the colors of the rainbow. “Merlin, ye who hath been imprisoned for long of time, thy student stands before you and urges ye! Come forth! Break the locks of thy prison and return! Return! RETURN!” The only response was the wind. It started out as a light breeze, then it picked up. Natalie’s eyes widened.

“It’s alive!” she breathed. “An Air Elemental!”

“An Elemental?” asked Arthur. “I wish not to speak with Elementals, but to their maker! Elemental, where is thy master, Merlin?” The wind then blew furiously.

“GO BACK TO THY GRAVE, PRETENDER! RULE THE DEAD!” roared the wind. Fire then covered the sky.


“NO!” shouted Arthur as he grabbed Excalibur. “I am Arthur Pendragon, King of England, and I WILL BE HEARD!” He brought the blade through the glowing tree in a horizontal slash.

“OUCH!” shouted Excalibur. The tree fell and it stopped glowing, revealing normal bark. The light show had abandoned its bark and formed into the shape of a human. It then died down to reveal a man in robes, with a long beard, and a piercing gaze from under his cowl.

“You have been heard, Arthur Pendragon, and answered by Merlin!” rumbled the old man.

“I never thought I would see you again, Merlin!” chuckled Sira.

“Ah, the Lady Sira!” greeted Merlin. “Tell me, is it legal for you to marry the woman you love yet?”

“It’s been legal for some time now,” answered Natalie. “It became so in the 2010’s.”

“Excellent, then there is no need for me to hide my support anymore. I, myself, have no use for it as I don’t need it to be happy, but it does my heart good that Gaia’s Magic Maidens are free to love each other as their heart demands.”

“I be happy for them as well,” snarled Arthur, “but explain why thine Elementals dared mock me! Thou mayst be my mentor, but I am still thy king!”

“Calm yourself, Arthur. The Elementals knew what they were doing,” assured Merlin. “Specifically, they were baiting you so you would free me. Now, with you awake, that means Morgane is as well, or is in the process of doing so.”

“You think she will try to thwart our purpose?”

“Most likely.”

“Then, by heaven, let us…!”

“WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” Shadow finally shouted. Everyone turned to him. “…Sorry, it’s just been a rough few weeks! …Months?! I’ve honestly forgotten how long it’s been since the Unicron Games! All I know is that I got a call about a glowing tree! Then a sword popped up from the ground and I tried to pull it out! All of a sudden, I’m surrounded by two versions of the Faker who pulled it out successfully, freed some shmuck from a tree, went on to reveal that Camelot was real and that Excalibur talks, to which I’m heartbroken to report I didn’t even find all that strange, when what I need are answers as to what’s going on here!!”

“And once Cliffjumper’s team finds Shahra’s ring and escapes the Thrashracons, answers will be given,” replied Merlin.

“Hang on a minute, Shahra?!” asked Sonic. “A genie girl?!”

“You met her?”

“I traveled through the Arabian Nights with her to stop the Erazor Djinn.”

“Wait, that was a real thing?!” asked Shadow.

“Yeah.” Shadow then stopped for a minute to process what he just heard.

“Okay, willing to accept that.”

“In the meantime, we must return to the Autobot base,” mused Merlin. “Optimus, how skilled are you in Locus?”

“How did you…never mind. I can cast it without chanting it.”

“Would you mind getting us there? I still need to get adjusted to this body right now.”

“Sure. Everyone, gather around.” The instant they did, Optimus concentrated on the spell.

“…Wait, what was that about the…?” Blackarachnia’s question faded as they did. Soon, the remains of Merlin’s prison were all that remained.

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 17: Living Stories)

TMC 17-4

Cliffjumper reported what was going on to Goldbug. He and Arcee then arrived, and they took up positions around an oil reserve late at night. “No one touches this unless they’ve got clearance!” declared Goldbug.

“You know, I was gonna do some maintenance on your arm and leg,” muttered Arcee.

“This took priority,” answered Goldbug.

“More priority than making sure that you’re up-to-date body-wise?” muttered Cliffjumper.

“This is war, we can’t be distracted.”

“Not even by Enreil?” The soldiers then looked at Cliffjumper. “It’s like milk for Transformers. Same health benefits too. This guy, on the other servo,” his thumb pointed to Goldbug, “left the bottle full this morning, from what Ratchet told me.”

“…You didn’t drink your Enreil?” hissed Arcee. Goldbug looked away, embarrassed. “…Goldbug!”

“Why should I? I hate it. You drink it, I won’t. It’s like drinking vomit.”




“A BEAN?!”

“Yeah! A bean! Right, Cliffjumper?!”

“Will you just do what she says and drink the stupid thing?!” argued Cliffjumper.

“Not a chance in the Pit!” replied Goldbug. “I already told you I hate it!”




“These are the…” the soldier stopped as he saw something. “Er, guys!”

“That’s our que!” declared Goldbug, abruptly ending the argument. Cliffjumper and Arcee then leapt onto the jet that was flying towards them.

“Time for some jet judo!” laughed Arcee. There was a Male Mobian Pharaoh Eagle-owl in the cockpit. He tried to fling the two bots off of the jet.

“Afterburn! AFTERBURN!” he shrieked. A tank then rolled up to Goldbug.

“Pulverize! PULVERIZE!” roared the rhino pilot. The tank fired, but Goldbug then knocked the blast back with the Magnus Hammer.

“Nice try, Decepticreep!” he taunted.

“PULVERIZE!” roared the rhino again. A motorcycle then tripped Goldbug up. The rider was a male Mobian lion.

“OVERDRIVE!” cheered the lion. The three then fled the scene.

“AFTER THEM!” shouted Goldbug.


“ARCEE, TRANSFORM!” Arcee’s transformation consisted of her arms folding behind her back, her backpack covering her head, and her legs collapsing into themselves to make a sleek sports car with a pink honeybee holo-form in pink overalls, a blue shirt, and white gloves and boots.

“GOLDBUG MAGNUS, TRANSFORM!” Goldbug’s feet rotated, and his legs sunk into his torso as his shoulder pads folded up and his arms folded across his chest. The shoulder pads came together to complete the transformation into an armored van with two cockpits. His holo-form, still a honeybee, but in gold, sat in the left cockpit. The three Autobots and a few soldiers pursued the three. The chase went into the nearby desert. The chase was interrupted as the desert’s sands were flung into the air by weapon-fire. A twin-rotored helicopter with a Male Mobian Osprey pilot was firing on them.

“OBLITERATE! OBLITERATE!” chanted the Osprey as he fired, scattering everyone, and forcing Goldbug and his fellows into robot mode.

“Something’s not right,” muttered Goldbug. “At least one of them should have doubled…” A rumbling came from beneath their feet. “SPREAD OUT!” shouted Goldbug. Everyone ran as a tank-treaded mining vehicle with six drills circling in two groups of three above two shovels on the front burst from the ground.

“TERMINATE!” shouted the pilot, a female Mobian Russian Desman with a thick Russian accent. The now five vehicles then fired again at the heroes.

“You’re right!” muttered a soldier to Goldbug. “One of them should have returned to the reserve! Something doesn’t make sense! One-word idiots shouldn’t be this clever!”

“…Unless they were playing us!” realized Goldbug. Arcee and Cliffjumper then realized what was going on.

“The oil reserve wasn’t the real target, WE were!” yelped Arcee. The five then grinned as the Osprey spoke.

“Although he wields the Magnus Hammer,” he chuckled, “Goldbug never truly learned the first rule of warfare: NEVER underestimate your opponents!”

“Terminate, obliterate,” scoffed the Desman, “can you boys believe they fell for that?” She then laughed quietly before speaking directly to the Osprey. “Dear, would you like to invite them or shall I?”

“If you don’t mind, Sweetspark, I’ll do it. It’s been a long time since I did it.”

“True, I DID take up a lot of chances. Very well, enjoy yourself.”

“Invitation to what?!” demanded Goldbug.

“Goldbug Magnus,” called the Osprey, “you and your compatriots are hereby invited to surrender to the Lords of Cybertron!”

“Whoever you are, you woke up in the wrong time! The AUTOBOTS control Cybertron, not the Decepticons!”

“On the contrary, we were configured to ensure that the Decepticons remained in power or would return to it, and such has ALWAYS been our mission.”

“…Always? Who are you?”

“We are as we have always been…the Thrashracons!” Terror then gripped the Autobots’ Sparks.

“Require proof?” chuckled the Desman. “Let us oblige. Thrashracons, transform and show them TRUE terror!”

“Oh, I’ve been waiting a long time for this!” laughed the Pharaoh Eagle-owl flying the jet. “JETSTORM, TRANSFORM!” The sides of the nosecone split away from the cockpit as it folded to the underside of the jet as the sides of the rear split away from the rest of the jet and sprouted hands under the main guns while the thrusters folded down and to the jet’s underside to reveal the head when feet folded out from the front. The bot then landed and grinned.

“OVERDRIVE, TRANSFORM!” As the motorcycle’s rider vanished, the exhaust pipes split away from the rear wheel as the front twisted to reveal the head and the piping became arms terminating in three-digited claws, revealing a robot that uses a wheel for locomotion instead of legs.

“TANKOR, TRANSFORM!” The sides of the tank’s front split away, and the rear tread assemblies unfolded into arms and pushed the bulk of the tank upwards while the barrel rested on the right shoulder and the unfolded part folded around the legs to make the front of the tank into feet. The cockpit of the tank then folded down to reveal a head with a Cylon-like visor.

“OBSIDIAN, TRANSFORM!” The helicopter’s underside split away and folded to the back, sprouting feet as the tailfin folded up between the wings. The guns then folded down from the wings and sprouted hands while the cockpit split in half and opened down the middle to reveal the head.

“STRIKA, TRANSFORM!” The shovel assembly under the drills sprang forward and revealed hands, making the drill assemblies shoulders with the drills pointing outwards as the rear unfolded and split into two legs with feet. The cab then folded to the back and revealed the head of a femme that wore lipstick like Arcee. All of the Thrashracons grinned evilly as they observed the terror on the Autobots’ faces. “Now, I will admit,” mused Strika, “that argument you staged DID throw Jetstorm off a little. No one’s been able to do that with any of us at all. I mean, he recovered quickly and turned the battle to his advantage, but your strategy was still innovative enough for one of us to falter by a fraction. You’ve actually impressed me, so you will have the honor of me speaking directly to you.”

“Oh man!” gulped Arcee. “We’ve been tangling with the greatest group of tacticians in Decepticon history!”

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 17: Living Stories)

TMC 17-3

Optimus and his group made it to the cave exit and found more Eggacons surrounding a short-range ship, commanded by Swindle. “Primus, the Combaticons are here too!” grunted Optimus.

“How do we get past them?” asked Blackarachnia.

“I got it!” whispered Sonic. He then dashed around the enemy. “YOU’RE TOO SLOW!”

“SONIC!” yelped one of the Eggacons.

“Priority One: Hedgehog!” shouted Swindle. “Skin him, boys! He’ll make a nice pelt!” The Eggacons and Combaticon then followed Sonic while Optimus and Blackarachnia led King Arthur into the ship. The cockpit was big enough for two Transformer pilots and Mobian passengers.

“Better hurry through the pre-flight checks,” muttered Blackarachnia.

“We don’t have time! Sonic can’t keep this up forever!” argued Optimus. “We need to take off the instant he gets inside!”

“Well, I don’t wanna explode in mid-air, so…!”

“Forgive mine interruption, but do I take thy words correctly?” interjected Arthur “Doth this structure fly like a bird?”

“Yep. One of the fastest ways to get around Mobius, aside from the Ground Bridge.”

“Here comes Sonic!” called Optimus. “Off we go!” The ship then took to the air as Sonic jumped aboard and Swindle and his mech fired.

“THAT’S MY SHIP! I JUST GOT THE INSURANCE PAID OFF!” shouted Swindle. The ship left the area and the people inside relaxed slightly.

“Sweet Primus,” sighed Optimus as he flew the ship.

“…So, where are we going?” asked Blackarachnia. Optimus’ optics widened. “YOU DON’T KNOW?!”


“Aye, they be husband and wife,” muttered Arthur to Sonic. Sonic only nodded, then he saw something on the console.

“HEY! GUYS!” he called to the two bots.

“WHAT, SONIC?!” they demanded.

“Console!” Sonic pointed to a green light. Optimus then opened the communications channel.

“This is Shadow of G.U.N,” said a well-known voice. “Incoming aircraft, explain why you were fired on.”

“It’s because we stole it from the Eggacons, buddy,” answered Optimus. “It’s Optimus flying this thing and I’ve got Blackarachnia, Sonic, and another Hedgehog with me.” He transmitted his i.d code to Shadow. After a few seconds, Shadow became slightly more friendly.

“Good thing you’re on that ship, Optimus. There’s a sword in northern Spagonia.” Everyone blinked in their usual fashion.

“I’m…sure there are swords all across Spagonia, heck, all across Mobius,” snarked Blackarachnia.

“Any of them pop out of an anvil on a stone that rose from the ground near a glowing tree?” Everyone’s eyes widened.

“Is there an inscription on the anvil?!” asked Optimus.

“There IS, yeah,” answered Shadow. “‘Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise king born.’”

“Sit tight, Shadow. We’re on our way. Optimus out.” Optimus ended the call and looked to Arthur. “Your Majesty…”

“There be no need to stand on ceremony,” assured Arthur. “Thou mayest call me Arthur or King Arthur.”

“King Arthur, if that sword is the same one you used, I thought you had Sir Bedivere give it to the Lady of the Lake. That was HER hand that grabbed it, right?”

“It was, and she was among those women who bore me to Avalon. …It WAS she who took the sword and kept it in the lake, so how be it on land again?”

“Another question, why is it next to a glowing tree?” asked Blackarachnia. “…Come to think of it, why IS there a glowing tree? …Unless…!” Optimus and Blackarachnia came to the same conclusion.

“MERLIN’S PRISON!” they exclaimed together.

“I don’t get it,” remarked Sonic.

“In many versions of Arthur’s legends,” explained Optimus, “the Lady of the Lake, Nimue, had fallen madly in love with him, but he didn’t reciprocate. So, she wove a spell on him that imprisoned him inside a tree. If that tree is glowing, it must be charged with raw magical energy.”

“Magical energy that Merlin must be manipulating from inside!” continued Blackarachnia.

“Thus bringing Excalibur out of the lake and onto dry land!” realized Arthur. “My friends, we MUST free Merlin!”

“You’re right about that!” agreed Optimus. “Time to pour on the speed!”

“Wait, this vehicle flies faaaaaAAAHH!” The ship then rocketed towards Shadow’s position.

Back in Station Square, Tails was taking Cosmo out on a date. Cosmo always wanted to see the people and culture and now, she was at a size to do so. They were sitting at a café and enjoying a nice lunch. “You know,” sighed the Seedrian, “in all my years, I’ve never experienced life like this. To see everyone so happy, so full of energy, it’s staggering!”

“Well, seeing a primordial evil defeated after it ruled over a planet,” mused Tails, “WILL make a person optimistic.”

“You’re right about that. And on such a sunny day, THIS is life!” Cosmo’s jewel then flashed. “…What in…?” she muttered. “Can’t this wait?!”

“What is it?”

“A transmission from Greengate. It might have something to do with the Metarex’s absence from this planet after Unicron.” She took the jewel off and opened it to reveal a holographic projector. It displayed a scene of many Seedrians in an amphitheater with the Metarex Five in the center. They then took their helmets and part of their torsos off, revealing the internal Seedrians inside. Dark Oak then spoke. What he said threw Cosmo off entirely.

“I am Lucas, formerly of Greengate,” he announced. “With me are my fellow founders of a radical group that resisted change, thus alienating ourselves from our families. What we have witnessed has proved we were in the wrong. We were on Mobius when the Transformers’ Dark God, Unicron, rose from the core of the planet and made his intentions plain to destroy this universe. He spouted the same rhetoric as we did, that change is destructive and all living things that change must die. I thought what I was saying was good, but this was repeated by a primordial evil who lived to be evil, nothing more. The five you see here are the Metarex Five, the founders of the flawed Metarex race. We started it and we’re about to finish it. We hereby renounce Metarexism and its offshoots and denounce all those who continue to fight in its name. Our proof is the return of the Planet Eggs we have stolen. There is nothing intrinsically wrong about changing, nothing that lifts unchanging people above others. If anything, our refusal to change has brought us down. We were wrong to assert ourselves. And, to all those who follow us, I personally say this: do not expect guidance, or wisdom, or answers. We have none. We never did. To those Metarex still out there, we give one final order: stand down. Remove your suits, report for genetic repairs so you can regenerate into new bodies as you once did, discard your weapons, tear off your badges, and stand down. The Metarex are over. Our war against change is over. Free yourselves from the shackles of a flawed philosophy and move on.” The Metarex Five then held their hands out and were shackled and led away. The transmission then ended. Cosmo was stunned.

“Never, in all my years…” she muttered.

“In the short time I knew him,” agreed Tails, “I never would have thought this would happen from Dark Oak.”

“Lucas. …His name is Lucas. It looks like he’s trying to cast off Dark Oak.”

“…Do you think Megatron could do the same?”

“We’d need to find him first before we get that answer. …Oh well, enough of that! We’ve got some more exploration to do!”

“I know of a great park to rest in after this!” The two then continued their meal.

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 17: Living Stories)

TMC 17-2

Panting, groaning, and wounded, the Autobots and their allies were in their base, trying to grasp what happened. “What IS this?!” protested Prowl. “The Decepticons are striking at points of now strategic value and doing nothing but waiting for us before SHOOTING at us! There was nothing of value there! Pit, even that recent skirmish in Chun-nan is nothing more than an Energon drain, since we found that the amulet they were after was nothing more than something to sell to tourists! Primus, I’m spinning my wheels here!”

“Well, stressing over it,” replied Goldbug Magnus, “isn’t going to help. All we can do right now is to stop the Decepticons where we can.”

“With how much we’ve been gobbling up Energon,” retorted Prowl, “I don’t know if we CAN sustain it! Ratchet’s running low as it is and he shouldn’t have to patch us every single day!”

“I hate to sound callous, but it IS part of the job. In any event, there’s not much else we can do. …Hey, on a slightly related note, where’s Optimus?”

“…I thought you knew. I was gonna ask you.”

“If he’s gone charging off alone again…Teletraan, where’s Optimus?!”

“He and Blackarachnia are currently in the old English countryside,” reported Teletraan. “He mentioned that they’re fighting a blast from the past, but the call cut out before he could explain who it was. He’s still alive, from what I can detect.”

“Send a Sky Spy to his position,” ordered Goldbug. “We need to know how many we’re facing, or even WHO we’re facing.”

“There’s also the matter of Cliffjumper not here.”

“Oh, that? He’s investigating an incident in Shamar. Oil’s being drained from their reserves.”

“They don’t suspect us, do they?”

“No, they don’t. They think it’s a Decepticon, but they want us to confirm it. So, I sent Cliffjumper to help them out in any way they can. If he gets overwhelmed, he’s comes back, and we send backup.”

“Very well.”

Shamar, once known as the Middle East, still as enchanting as its legends say. Cliffjumper always wanted to check it out and this mission was the perfect opportunity. A Male Mobian White Oryx and a few G.U.N soldiers approached him as he parked at the President’s Mansion. “I never thought I’d see a Transformer face-to-face!” chuckled the Oryx. “I’m Naaman Abdallah, President of Shamar.”

“I’m Cliffjumper,” returned the bot. “It’s a pleasure to help in any way I can.”

“Let’s talk inside,” invited Naaman. He led Cliffjumper’s holo-form through the Mansion into the War Room. Naaman’s staff was waiting for them. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the Autobot representative, Cliffjumper,” he introduced before sitting in his seat. Cliffjumper sat between a female Sand Cat and a male human. “Now, as I’ve mentioned last night,” continued Naaman, “I invited our Autobot friend to confirm our thoughts on this being a Decepticon raid on our oil reserves. Mr. Cliffjumper, many of us are still confused by your faction symbols, even going so far as to mistake Thundercracker for an Autobot at one point when Unicron ruled Mobius.”

“Let me show you my faction’s symbol first,” began Cliffjumper. He rolled up his sleeve and showed off the Autobot symbol tattooed on his shoulder. “This is what bots on my side show off and we’ve got blue optic lenses. The Decepticons wear this symbol,” the tattoo became the Decepticon logo for the duration of the rest of his explanation,” and their optics are redder than my paint-job.” The symbol returned to the Autobot one.

“Well, that confirms it,” declared the human male. “The Decepticons are raiding our oil reserves. Fuel, possibly?”

“I mean, oil CAN be converted into Energon cubes, but it’s a very bitter taste for us. We only convert other fuels into Energon as a last resort and this planet is saturated in natural Energon crystal, so much so, it’s too much of a good thing for us.”

“So they shouldn’t even be so desperate,” surmised Naaman.

“That’s not stopping them from taking it,” grumbled the female sand cat as she looked on her tablet. “I just got a call that the Decepticons stole 630,000 gallons of oil an hour ago.”

“That’s 15,000 barrels!” exclaimed the human.

“Were they seen converting it into Energon cubes?” asked Cliffjumper.

“That’s the glowing pink beverage you lot consume, right?” asked the sand cat.


“Then, yeah, they were seen doing just that. Just to put this in perspective, one thousand barrels of oil makes one tiny cube!”

“So, this team of Decepticons just stole fifteen cubes in the past hour,” summarized President Naaman.

“Rest assured,” promised Cliffjumper, “I won’t let them take one more quart of oil in ANY second in time.”

“We appreciate that. We’re using Chaos Fusion Drive power like the rest of the world, but it would be nice to have a back-up power source.”

Over in the desert, the Decepticons that stole the oil were meeting with a person and their aid. The leader of the Decepticon team was a heavily-built femme with the alt-mode kibble of a mining drill, the second was a mech with a twin-rotor helicopter alt-mode, the third was a jet with the nosecone as his feet, the fourth was a mech that had motorcycle kibble, and the last was a tank with the barrel above his right shoulder. “With all due respect, sir,” began the jet-mech, “it was the Shamaran Military that brought Autobot attention, and yet, you summon us!”

“I would lower my voice, if I were you!” warned the person’s aid. The jet-mech continued.

“First, you gave us a useless ring!”

“That ring holds more power than you realize!”

“Then you tell us to scavenge for our own fuel!”

“You have the equipment!”

“And then you tell us to search for more useless rings!”

“The Seven World Rings are meant for our use! Stop speaking for your boss as she was the one who organized this meeting with nothing to show for it!”

“She is in the middle of deciding whether or not it’s worth the effort for her to speak to you directly, Erazor!”

“YOU ARE THE ONES NOT WORTH THE EFFORT FOR MY MASTER TO ADDRESS DIRECTLY!” The jet-mech then squashed the aid. As he wiped his heel, the motorcycle-mech took his turn.

“We only ask that you take this matter seriously,” he explained. The person then flicked their hand and the mechs were flung into the wall. The femme looked directly at the person as they lowered their cloak to reveal a muscular man with light purple skin, a cardinal red beard and ponytail curving upwards, pointed ears, and black eyes with red rings. He wore a brown cape, gold armbands, brown and white baggy pants held up by a brown and gold belt, and brown, curly toed boots.

“The only matter I do not take seriously, madam,” he snarled, “is you! The politics of the Transformers BORE me! You side with a human with a demeanor equivalent to that of a pouty child and, apparently, you do not understand what the Seven World Rings can do or why you were tasked by that man to go after them. Tell this Eggman that I shall honor our agreement if you bring me the Rings. But return to me empty-handed again, and I shall bathe the deserts in your innermost Energon! So decrees the Erazor Djinn!” He then faded in mist. The mechs picked themselves up.

“…I hate him!” grunted the tank-mech.

The Three Realms The Three Realms (Book 4: Trials of Light and Dark)

3 Realms 4-36

A Realmgate Repair ship lay in ruins below the Under-realm Realmgate it was assigned to. The crew of the Scorpion worked fast as they began the countdown on the explosives they had placed. “All right, that’s it, everyone!” called Scorpo. “Get inside and move us back!” They wasted no time in obeying. Once they were at a safe distance, the countdown went from 10 to 0. The instant it did, the bombs exploded and tore through the Realmgate. Soon, it fell, a blackened hulk sinking beneath the waves. This was the same for every Realmgate in every realm. Scorpo called Dr. Borg. “Our target’s down,” he reported.

“As are the other targets, from what I’ve heard,” answered Dr. Borg. “That’s all of them. Our organization is the only one that can cross the Realms. Oyed will be making his address any second now.” The instant the call finished, the skies across the Realms became covered in black clouds. A hole in the clouds then opened and Oyed appeared in it.

“You have all failed to take me down!” he proclaimed to the Realms. “With the Realmgates gone, you have no choice but to pray to me for travel between Realms! And for those thinking Arsha can save you, FORGET IT!” He then displayed what he did to Arsha. “As you can see, Arsha was nothing more than a mere fox and I was the hunter that slaughtered her! To all those who dare oppose me, give it up! Your hope is dead! Your future is dead! Your hero, Arsha, is dead! I am the true master of the Realms! You only exist to amuse me! The instant you don’t, I will destroy the Realms and make a single Realm! I will fix my children’s mistakes one way or another! Bow to me! Obey me…or SUFFER!” The hole closed, but the clouds remained, as did the grief of the Realms.

Over in the Over-realm, Elgrad and Hanako were being comforted as best they could be by their friends and Arsha’s lovers. Elgrad then knelt down. “…This is it, isn’t it?” he mumbled as he drew a knife.

“Elgrad, NO!” pleaded Endram.


“HOLD!” shouted a new voice. It was Falheem. She managed to wrestle the knife out of his hands. “Elgrad, it’s not your time!”



“…Don’t give me hope! Hope is dead!”

“Arsha’s alive, so is hope!” Falheem then summoned a loom with a tapestry still being woven. Each thread was still weaving itself through the strings of the loom. On what was completed, one could see the major events of Arsha’s life.

“…Arsha’s life is still being woven?!” asked Elgrad.

“Exactly. We still don’t know how it will end.” Elgrad still stared in disbelief, then he sheathed the knife.

“Well, it WON’T be ending any time soon!” he declared. “If Oyed was that sloppy, then that’s a weapon to use against him! I’m not giving up anymore! With the Realmgates gone, I’m severed from my Realm, but I will take this chance to find her! I will scour EVERY falm of the Over-realm, right down to the precise zarruk! When I find her, I’ll look for Oyed and then KILL him!”

“If you think, for one minute, you’re doing this alone,” called Foresna, “then, Your Majesty, you’re out of your Ones-damned mind!”

“We’re joining you!” proclaimed Emfam. “You have the resources of the Over-realm at your disposal!”

“Everyone!” called a new voice. It was Denstra. “Everyone, did you see Oyed’s…?!”

“Falheem proved him wrong!” replied Elgrad. “Arsha’s alive! The tapestry of her soul’s still being woven!”

“…Need a ship to help scour the Over-realm, then?”

“Commander, I will happily accept your offer! Falheem, can we rely on the Divine Ones to help?”

“If my siblings can be found,” replied Falheem. “Somehow, they’ve passed beyond my sight. I must search the Realms and find them. I shall start in the Under-realm.”

“Good luck. Join us when you can.” Falheem bowed to Elgrad and vanished in black smoke.

“This way,” directed Denstra as she led everyone back to the Endeavor. The search was on!

Falheem arrived in Frigandor and immediately felt the presence of her fellow Divine Ones. “…Here? All in one place? …So low?!” She followed the presence to a cave in a glacier and went inside. After an hour, she found a room with her fellows hanging like meat in a butcher’s storage room! They were all emaciated and ashen-skinned with a tendril embedded into their spines! “WHAT IN ALL THE REALMS?!” she yelped. “My siblings! What happened to…?!” A metal tendril then buried itself into her spine and shocked her. As she screamed, the tendril drained black liquid from her body. She soon became emaciated like her fellows, then the tendril made her join them. She lost consciousness as the people behind this stepped into the room. One of them was a robot with more human-like features and a black visor with two red lights functioning as eyes, the second was Dr. Borg.

“I bet no little girl alive could boast of having such a massive doll collection,” joked the robot in Jansha’s voice.

“Indeed,” replied Dr. Borg as she patted the robot’s head like a parent would with their child. “Speaking of which, how’s the new body working out, Jansha?”

“Better than ever!” answered the robot, the new Jansha. “So much more efficient than Dr. Ganshar’s construction!”

“Good to hear. It should help process the Divine Mana as efficiently as an organic’s body.”

“We still need Oyed’s.”

“That will come in time. For now, we must still keep this hidden until Oyed’s sufficiently distracted enough.”

“All right, Mom. In the meantime, we need to ensure that no one can fight in Arsha’s memory.”

The Realm Trinity Imperial Council met again. Oyed was grinning from ear to ear. “You should have seen the look on Elgrad and Hanako’s faces as I made it clear that they were gonna bury their daughter!” he laughed. “I have NEVER seen anyone fall into despair so quickly!”

“My Lord, this has secured victory for us!” praised Dr. Borg. “The soldiers are dancing in the streets right now!”

“As they should! Oh, I have NEVER felt such joy! The Final War’s going OUR way now! No need for Drows or Shadow Dragons! They can keep the Manticores and Sphinxes! The Gryphons and Gorgons can join Realmfleet! IT WON’T MATTER! WE WILL ALWAYS WIN!” The ale was passed around as Weltam came back in. After Reb stabbed her, she was returned as a Revenant. “Ah! Weltam Forsorna! Come! We’re just celebrating our recent victory!”

“With Arsha dead as a door nail,” giggled Remsu, “we’re all riding on a victory!”

“Yeah, she can’t get any deader than that,” mumbled Weltam as her face faded to a pained smile, she then muttered under her breath “unless we kill her again.”

“…Kill her again?” asked Oyed. Weltam then decided to change the subject.

“Hey, Remsu! You said you wanted to try out a Felansi Dancer’s dress?!” She pulled out a design-book ladened with all sorts of dresses for Felansi dancing.

“Weltam,” called Oyed.

“I was thinking this design has enough frills at the hem for a little exciting flash as you swish them.”


“Although, I must admit, that design looks a little more flattering on someone who’s a little more, erm, how do I put this politely…larger in the waist.” Oyed then snatched the book out of Weltam’s hands as everyone glared at her.

“I DID kill Arsha, right?” asked Oyed. “Tell us Arsha’s dead. We all need to hear these words.”

“…Did…did you have to hear all those…words…exactly?” Dr. Borg’s metal hand then grabbed Weltam’s shirt and yanked her towards her face.

“She’s still alive?!” snarled the Cyborg Sprite through gritted teeth. By now, everyone was very, VERY angry!

“One of our operatives,” sighed Weltam as she told the truth, “saw Falheem whip out Arsha’s soul loom in front of her parents, lovers, and potential in-laws. It’s still weaving itself.”

“Oyed!” Dr. Borg turned her gaze to the Titan as she shoved Weltam back.

“I mean, with the amount of wounds I gave her, not even a Champion’s Aura should have saved her!” protested Oyed. “Gravity can still kill someone at that height! Weltam, of all the times to deliver this news…!”

“Hey, don’t kill the messenger!” gulped Weltam. “I just though we should prepare for her return!”

“She CAN’T return!” growled Tormo.

“I guess it WOULD be a setback, after Oyed’s address to the Realms.”

“YOU THINK?!” roared Oyed. He then turned to his minions. “You and I are all gonna search every zarruk of the Over-realm! If she breathes, we’re THROUGH! Now! Let’s! MOVE!”

The Three Realms The Three Realms (Book 4: Trials of Light and Dark)

3 Realms 4-35

“OF ALL THE BONE-HEADED CRAP YOU DID, THIS TAKES THE CAKE, ORBAK!” Arsha shouted at the Under-king as he was learning how to pop a wheelie in his new wheelchair.

“I’ve heard that from my own family, the rest of your lovers, your parents, Lardeth’s parents, and Marshii,” grunted Orbak, “and, frankly, that’s too much!” He set the front wheels back down.

“There’s a thing called necessary violence, and what you just did TOOK IT PAST ALL THAT!”

“Arsha, I will bet my crown that YOUR father would do the same thing if he had the same abilities as me!” Orbak grabbed the handles on the driving wheels’ covers and he left the room at the same speed as someone walking. Arsha snarled…then sighed.

“I hate it when you’re right,” she muttered to herself.

“Stubborn man, ain’t he?” asked Malnar as she entered the room.

“He had hobbies, many of them requiring legs.”

“Knowing Daddy, I’m pretty sure he can find a way to at least still be able to bake.” Arsha smiled.

“…It would be nice for that to happen. He’s always loved that.”

The Gorgons and Gryphons met with the Falchineve Driders the next day. They sat down at the table, with some trepidation from the Falchineve delegation. “Your Majesties,” began Hanjar, “our first discussion here was one where we accused you of encroaching on our lands. We believed only your Driders could be capable of such acts. …We were proven wrong. Someone played on our pride and hid the details from us. Realmfleet then sent those who opened our eyes on who was really behind the encroachment of our lands. For the Gryphons, it was a rogue human, a member of the Under-king’s family, that convinced others that his way was the only way to stay neutral when they would have been the first target. Orbak swiftly dealt with that problem and has given us ideas on how to use the fort for our purposes.”

“For the Gorgons, the object was the result of a careless Realmfleet Captain who ignored the Dwelga Accords and constructed a cloaking device so long ago,” continued Erudsa. “Realmfleet was made ignorant of it thanks to a high-ranking Admiral and now the Supreme Admiral had to clear the mess. We’re using the ship now as a multipurpose facility for housing, gardening, trade, and medical care.”

“But there IS something we need to settle,” supplied Hanjar. “King Hekcho and Queen Yumbii, how can we ever make amends for the slander we threw at you?” The two Driders looked at each other, equally confused.

“I…er…” stammered Hekcho.

“I mean, I suppose…” Yumbii was just as lost for words.

“It’s not our usual manner, we’re aware,” assured Erudsa.

“We have long held the belief that Oyed would settle things quicker than Realmfleet,” explained Hanjar, “but his forces have forgotten us, and we were reduced to a low end on the totem pole. So, if we may be selfish for a bit, we would like to stick it to him.”

“…You know, that’s something we ALL can get behind,” chuckled Yumbii. “Let’s discuss new relations.”

While that went on, Arsha decided to go for a little stroll with her, her lovers, her parents, and her future in-laws. She was feeling very proud of herself. “With the once-buried races now on our side,” she mused aloud, “we actually have a shot at winning this!”

“I know it seems like we’re winning,” cautioned Jeefef, “but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We still need to dismantle Dr. Borg’s economic system.”

“She’s right,” remarked Orbak as Elgrad pushed him along. “We need to keep on our guard. The Blood Contract hasn’t been fulfilled yet.”

“Yeah, but we can smash them at a faster rate now with fewer casualties!” insisted Arsha.

“Are you quite sure of that?” asked a voice. Everyone turned their heads to see Oyed stepping towards them.

“It’s over, Oyed!” proclaimed Arsha. “Your buried races defected to our side!”

“And for that, I am absolutely livid!” snarled the Titan. “However, I’m also impressed. You managed to keep your faith in my children despite what they did to them!”

“They humbled themselves when they realized their mistakes, something REAL Gods do!”

“I AM a real God! I will not bow to any of you defective insects!”

“And that’s why you fail! You believe yourself perfect, but your children don’t see themselves as such. They did, once, but that led to the War of the Depths. They’ve long accepted that they are as imperfect as the rest of us!”

“That is THEIR stupidity! Everything is according to MY design, NOT theirs!” Oyed then fired an energy wave and knocked everyone to the ground. He then spoke in a commanding voice that echoed and froze them all in place, speaking the long, yet powerful speech of the Gods. “I am the First Being: Oyed the Titan, the Father of Gods, who was before the One World before the Realms and made it! The darkness of my design lies upon this fractured world and all that is in it bends to my will in the fullness of time! But, upon you and all whom you love, my desire shall weigh as a cloud of doom, and it shall bring you and your precious ones down to darkness and despair! Wherever you go, you shall be confronted by my warriors and beaten down! Whenever you speak, your words will fall upon deaf ears! Whatever you do, your actions will bear no fruit! You shall die without hope, cursing both life AND death!”

“If that’s your curse,” growled Arsha, “then here’s mine for you, Thrall Oyed! What I say doesn’t come from the teachings of your children, the Divine Ones, but from my heart in this very hour! You are NOT the Master of the Three Mortal and One Immortal Realms and those who dwell within both, and never WILL be! All Realms may yet fall under your dominion, but, beyond the Circles of All Realms, you will not pursue those who refuse you!”

“True, beyond the Circles of All Realms I will not pursue them, for I have no reason to, as beyond the Circles, there is nothing! Within the World, however, none shall escape me until they fade into nothing!” Arsha’s face contorted into angered disbelief.

“You lie as usual!”

“You shall see, and you shall confess that I do NOT lie about this!” Oyed then snapped his fingers and his enemies’ eyes burned for a good minute. Arsha’s, however, did not. She tried to cast healing spells, but it did no good. The treatment stopped and something went wrong. They weren’t seeing their immediate surroundings, but Oyed’s! They could see Arsha leaning over their bodies and could see themselves picking their bodies up.

“Wha…what’s going on?!” demanded Elgrad.

“Look you now through me!” replied Oyed as he advanced on Arsha and grabbed her by the throat, hoisting her above himself and strangling her. “Look as you witness how darkness and despair shall come upon your savior whom you have delivered to me! You have dared to mock me and have questioned the power of Oyed, Master of the Fates of the Realms! Therefore, with my eyes you shall see, and with my ears you shall hear, and the death of your hope will never be hidden from you, even as you shut your eyes!” Oyed then rocketed up to the sky with Arsha in tow, then stopped when he neared the clouds. He then slammed his fist into Arsha’s face, sending her flying straight backwards until Oyed zoomed past her and grabbed her head before pounding her spine. The pain shot straight through Arsha as she cried out. Oyed then continued pummeling her for a good minute until she was covered in bruises, cuts, and her own blood. She was too weak to lift a finger. Oyed then formed a blade of dark mist from his hand and sliced across Arsha’s abdomen before letting her tumble to the ground. He floated there for a minute until he raised his hand to his head. “Did you get all that, Doctor?” he asked.

“Every grisly detail,” confirmed Dr. Borg’s voice. “Good work, My Lord. We’re setting the charges on the Realmgates now.”

“Excellent.” Oyed then vanished and ended his curse on Arsha’s family and lovers. Elgrad and Hanako had long fallen to their knees in disbelief as they saw their daughter defeated in such a violent manner and left for dead.

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 17: Living Stories)

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It has been a year since the defeat of Unicron and his Terrorcons. After he was banished, Gaia had taken over as the guardian of light and dark for Mobius. Though, it didn’t mean peace was coming. Eggman was biding his time…until now. A pair of Autobots were now fighting his forces in Spagonia. “WHY DID EGGMAN DREDGE THESE UP AGAIN?!” shouted Optimus as he and his wife fired on the enemy.

“I think a better question is WHY AREN’T THEY DYING AS FAST?!” retorted Blackarachnia. “You know, it’s times like this I wish I still had the Apex Armor!”

“It’s still in the Vaults, Legs! You know this!” Just then, a trio of jets arrived. They were bulky, but still able to fly. They then transformed into robotic copies of Eggman. These were the Eggacons, drones forged to look and act like Eggman.

“Oh, it’s been too long since we had this kind of fun!” laughed one of the Eggacons.

“And looky who we have here!” laughed another. “I believe Blackarachnia took down a few of us when she was alone!”

“My congratulations to the Bride!” giggled the last.

“I’ve already gone the whole nine yards here,” remarked Blackarachnia. “I’m Optimus’ wife now!”

“This way!” called Optimus as more Eggacons arrived. These had tank alt-modes. Optimus and Blackarachnia then ducked into a cave large enough for their robot modes to stand up straight and sealed the entrance by blasting the roof. They took a minute to catch their breath.

“…You know, in hindsight,” panted Blackarachnia, “we should have them in and ducked outside before sealing the cave.”

“It was a heat-of-the-moment decision,” replied Optimus.

“HEY!” called a voice. “OVER HERE!”

“That’s Sonic!” realized Blackarachnia. Sonic then met up with the two Autobots.

“Guys, what’s going on?!” asked Sonic. “I was doing some exploring here and then I heard blaster fire!”

“That’s thanks to the Eggacons Eggman sent here,” explained Optimus.

“Eggacons?! The Eggman Transformers?!”

“The same.”

“Sonic, how far back does this cave go?” asked Blackarachnia.

“Pretty far back. It ends in some sort of tomb.”

“Let’s hole up there, then we fight our way out,” declared Optimus. “Lead the way.” Sonic led the two bots through the cave and to the tomb. It was a rather spacious one and had a single stone coffin in the center.

“You know, if circumstances were different, we’d have a team of archaeologists here,” mused Blackarachnia. She knelt by the coffin and examined it. It had writing along the side in latin. “…‘Hic jacet Arthurus, Rex quondam, Rexque futurus’. He he, It almost sounds like…wait a cycle. Rex is king…futurus is future…and Arthurus is…holy scrap! BOYS! GET OVER HERE!”

“Can it wait?! We’re making a barrier here!” replied Optimus.

“Come on! Now!” Optimus and Sonic then paused their labors and joined Blackarachnia as she pointed out the inscription.

“…Okay, and?” asked Sonic.

“Come on, don’t you know your latin?!” protested Blackarachnia. “Hic jacet Arthurus, Rex quondam, Rexque futurus!”

“Okay, so some of it sounds like an Arthur fellow that was a…no fragging way!” realized Optimus.

“Translated, it reads ‘Here lies Arthur. The once and future king.’! Boys, this is King Arthur’s tomb!”

“But…but he’s just a story, right?!” Just then, they heard stone being dragged across stone. They then saw the coffin lid moving.

“Getting Unicron flashbacks here!” gulped Sonic. Optimus and Blackarachnia leveled their weapons at the coffin as Sonic prepared for a spin dash. What came out…wasn’t a zombie at all. It looked like Sonic in royal garb and with a beard! The new Hedgehog looked groggy, then stared blearily at the group.

“How…how long?” groaned the Hedgehog. “How many nights hath slept Arthur Pendragon, son of Uther Pendragon, King of Briton and Lord of the Holy Roman Empire?”

“…You know, I kinda expected a human,” muttered Blackarachnia. The supposed ‘King Arthur’ then looked around.

“This place…it be not Avalon,” he muttered. “What place be this and…and what manner of creatures be ye? Metal men and a…a blue Sprite?”

“Sprite?!” protested Sonic. “Dude, have you looked at yourself lately?!” The mystery Hedgehog then looked down and his eyes widened.

“By the Lord!” he swore. “What manner of witchcraft be this?!”

“I’m as stumped as…” Optimus’ reply was interrupted by the barricade being blown apart. “Ah, SCRAP! INCOMING!” The Eggacons burst in, and the fight began. The Mystery Hedgehog looked on and was amazed.

“Two factions of metal men?! …A woman among them, unless mine eyes be…is that creature…it IS! It hath curled like unto a hedgehog and then it propelled itself…what world be this?! …I hath narrated to myself long enough!” The Mystery Hedgehog then leapt onto the head of a nearby Eggacon. The Eggacon tried to throw him off but couldn’t do so.

“ARTHUR, GET OFF!” warned Optimus. The Mystery Hedgehog then leapt off and Optimus shot it through the head. It fell dead as Blackarachnia and Sonic tore through the remaining two. Everyone then panted and sat down to recover. “Impressive, Arthur,” praised Optimus.

“…You know not who I am?” asked the Mystery Hedgehog.

“I’ve read about the Arthurian Legends, but he was a man when he ruled England.”

“Optimus, isn’t there a way to check if it really IS King Arthur?” asked Sonic. “You know, the one it’s supposed to be instead of the one I met?”

“…The one you met?” asked the Mystery Hedgehog.

“Why don’t we have a little confirmation of your identity?” suggested Optimus. He transformed, activated his holo-form, and held a hand over the Hedgehog’s head. “Mens revelare.” Optimus and the Hedgehog were bathed in a yellow light for a few seconds before Optimus pulled his hand back in surprise. “It IS King Arthur! Holy Scrap, you’re real!”

“Did…didst thou read mine mind?!” yelped King Arthur. “Was that…magic?!

“I did, and it was. Even us machines can be wizards and witches. You know, I think we have you at a disadvantage. I’m Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots of the planet Cybertron. This is my wife, Blackarachnia.”

“Hello, Your Majesty,” greeted Blackarachnia.

“And this is Sonic.”

“Hey, how’s it going?” welcomed Sonic.

“It…it goes…how is WHAT going?” asked Arthur.

“Okay, I think we better get him up to speed,” suggested Blackarachnia. “I mean, he DID sleep for a long time and it’s 4024.”

“4024? That be the current year of Our Lord?” inquired Arthur.

“That’s right.”

“By Heaven, I slept for longer than I thought. …But it hath served its purpose, for the wound given to me has healed.”

“The wound that Mordred gave you in the Battle of Camlann?” asked Optimus.

“Thou know’st mine final fight?!”

“Your legends are quite popular on my planet.”

“Then Merlin hath underestimated how far men would know of me! From beyond this little sphere! I dared not imagine!” King Arthur was smiling from ear to ear.

“Er, Your Majesty, I hate to interrupt,” interjected Blackarachnia, “but we can’t stay her forever.”

“The lady speaks truth,” agreed Arthur.

“As she always does,” chuckled Optimus.

“Flatterer,” giggled Blackarachnia. They then kissed.

“…Be they lovers?” Arthur asked Sonic.

“More than that,” came the reply. “They’re married.”

“Ah.” King Arthur smiled happily. The two bots then stood up.

“Come on, we better get out,” declared Optimus. The group then made their way to the tomb’s exit.

The Three Realms The Three Realms (Book 4: Trials of Light and Dark)

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“Now, all that’s left,” sighed Empria, “is to disconnect the last two wires, red first, then green.”

“We need to remove the less-active line first,” guessed Twirja, “then the other line can’t complete the circuit.”

“Yes,” answered Empria. Thangred took care of the wires, and the cloaking device was fully disconnected, this time with no explosions. He then noticed a small light fade and opened the device. It looked like a crystal was inside.

“Ah HA!” he exclaimed. “So THAT’S how it still got power! There’s an Engine Crystal inside it!”

“That must be why it exploded during the first attempt,” mused Twirja.

“That’s why I was so against them disconnecting it in the first place,” explained Empria. “You boys worked with plenty of Engine Crystals in your day. You know how reactive they are if they’re not disconnected properly.”

“Hoo BOY, do I!” agreed Thangred. He got to work extracting the crystal and placed it in a safe-box once he was done. “Now this thing can be destroyed without…” He then heard the sound of a spell charging up. “…That better be you, Twirja.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” muttered Twirja as he raised his hand over his head. Thangred did the same as he got up and both of them looked to Empria as she pointed her wand at them. “Madam, what do you hope to accomplish?” asked Twirja.

“I am finished now, you lot have ruined me,” replied Empria. “Thanks to you, my name is forever shamed! But, if you and I keep the workings of the thing to ourselves, we can be RICH!”

“It’s a bit late for that!” remarked Thangred. “I already copied over the schematics and gave them to Aldarval and Endram! There’s no point to this!”

“…Do you have any idea how unstable you’ve made the Realms?” asked Empria as tears streamed down her face. “You DO realize some of the mutineers survived?!” Twirja’s eyes went wide.

“They’re…they’re alive?!”

“And some of the survivors joined Oyed’s side! Once this gets out to our side, there will be a mass exodus of people flocking to the Realm Trinity Empire!”

“You don’t know that.”

“What other conclusion can be reached?!”

“You use that phrase too often for my tastes. Not only are you a traitor, but you’re also a coward.”

“THAT’S IT!” Empria fired, distracting the two men, and taking the cloaking device.

“STOP!” called Thangred. She didn’t listen as she tore down the hallways of her old ship. As she ran, she bumped into Erudsa and Aldarval. She dropped the device and tried to pick it up, but Erudsa grabbed her wrist and forced her to look into her eyes. They glowed yellow, she hissed, and the snakes making up her hair then all faced her and hissed, their own eyes glowing yellow as well. At that point, Empria felt something rocklike on her body. She looked down and her eyes widened in horror as she realized she was turning to stone! She then stood there, a gray, rocky statue with the eyes still moving.

“You will be released once the prison transport arrives,” hissed Erudsa.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Gorgon perform their trademark petrification stare,” mused Aldarval. Erudsa then wobbled. Aldarval caught her before she fell to the ground.

“It…requires…concentration,” panted the Gorgon Queen.

“A lot of it, by the look of things.”

The prison transport arrived and Empria was placed into it before Erudsa and her snake hair stared at her with green eyes instead of yellow. The stone crumbled away and released Empria. The former Captain of the Crelima glared at Erudsa and growled, then proceeded to growl at Aldarval. The transport then shut its doors and then took off. “With all that you’ve shown me,” Erudsa chuckled to Aldarval, “I think we can easily repurpose the Crelima now that we can see the doors.” The Crelima was being looked over by a troop of Gorgons. “Aldarval, thank you for what you’ve done. You’ve prevented a nasty war between us and the Falchineve Colony.”

“I hope the same can be said of the Gryphons,” muttered Aldarval.

“Given who surrounds you, I think it can.” Erudsa then remembered something. “We MUST give credit where credit is due for the woman who came up with this team formation.”

“Indeed, we should. Captain Royana, would you come here for a minute?” Arsha then approached them.

“Yes, Admiral?” she asked.

“Arsha, you are a credit to Realmfleet,” praised Erudsa. “You organized a team that solved a problem in a satisfactory manner and brought the truth to light.”

“That’s what I always strive to do, Your Majesty.”

“For that, you need to be rewarded.”

“There’s no need, I simply did my duty.”

“Humble as well, I like that. In this instance, though, I must insist. You shall be the first non-Gorgon to be awarded the medal of the Diamond Scale.” Erudsa then pulled out a scale shaped diamond tied by a strap. She placed the medal around Arsha’s neck, then bowed to her. “Let this be the action that signifies the Gorgon race’s willingness to fight against Oyed!”

“…Your Majesty, I am honored,” thanked Arsha. Aldarval then got a call.

“…What?! How did…?! …Oh my, can he…? …No?” Aldarval sighed. “Where is he? …By Gryphon? …So they ARE joining us against Oyed? …Good to hear, I just wish he hadn’t done that. We’ll be there straight away, Aldarval out.” She hung up and sighed again.

“Admiral?” asked Arsha.

“The Gryphons took over the fort and are flying the Realmfleet banner,” explained Aldarval. “They’re joining us against Oyed.”

“Perfect!” cheered Arsha. She then recalled what happened during the call. “…Was there a casualty?”

“None of the team you put together lost their lives…but Orbak lost the use of his legs.”


“He’s in the Endeavor’s Sick Bay. We need to go back there now and get the whole story.”

“Me and my guards shall escort you back,” offered Erudsa. “I would like to know this story myself. After that, Hanjar and I will meet with Hekcho and Yumbii to apologize for our rash actions and how we can make reparations.”

“Then let’s get going,” suggested Arsha. “I want answers. …Ones, who knows what Malnar’s feeling! Did she even see it happen?!”