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Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 23: Seeds of the Future)

TMC 23-3

“For a long time,” continued Vector Sigma as the story played out in front of them, “we simply swirled around Voksphere and drifted among the stars. But we felt like we were missing something. As we drifted, we observed life going about its business and several species constructing vessels that allowed them to roam the stars as we did. We became jealous of their ability to create and their means of doing so. We almost destroyed them out of rage. It took Lux and Umbra 0.9 seconds to realize they could optimize our abilities by giving us corporeal forms. Regrettably, or not, depending on how you look at it, this meant we couldn’t be energy beings anymore.” Lux and Umbra then announced their plan to the Early Vok.

“We have seen life build and change,” explained Lux, “but we became jealous.”

“So, we shall alter ourselves,” supplied Umbra. “We shall allow Voksphere to make life and we shall live as each animal until there is a new form that can make starships.”

“We shall obtain the ability to create!” cheered an Early Vok.

“Exactly!” confirmed Lux. “We shall live out the entire evolutionary chain!”

“And live out the entire evolutionary chain, we did,” continued Vector Sigma. “We were each animal, each plant, went through each extinction level event, and then…we became the form you see me using now.” The scene rapidly went through evolution as Voksphere became a jungle-world with great mountains. The Vok ended up in forms like Vector Sigma’s avatar. “Lux and Umbra, on the other hand, had different forms.” While the Vok were monkey-like, Lux and Umbra were more like humans. Lux became a dark-skinned woman with white hair, Autobot blue eyes, and wore an outfit of white and light-blues while Umbra was pale-skinned, had black hair and Decepticon red eyes, and wore an outfit of black and dark-purples. “As we grew and constructed many magnificent creations, Lux and Umbra guided us and interacted with us.” Lux and Umbra were playing with Vok children, building and shopping with Vok adults, teaching the Vok their new abilities over magic, and worshipping alongside them. “Voksphere became a techno-magical marvel and paradise…”

“I’m sensing a ‘but’ coming,” muttered Megatron.

“You sense correctly, for there was a serpent in that paradise.” A Vok wearing a helmet with a transparent face-shield walked through the streets of Voksphere with his head down.

“Who’s he?” asked Optimus.

“That being is known as Primacron,” explained Vector Sigma. “He was a brilliant scientist and mage, responsible for various creations. As his powers grew, so too did his ambitions!” Primacron entered a laboratory and went to work on seven small jewels and one large one. He and his associates keyed in several commands in their respective consoles, then the machine the jewels were wired to engulfed them in a bright light. The light lasted for half a minute until it died. Once it did and the Vok could see, they gasped as the jewels glowed in brilliant lights. The small ones were colored green, red, yellow, white, blue, cyan, and purple while the large one was green.

“Wait, are those…?!” gasped Optimus.

“Yes,” confirmed Vector Sigma. “The Seven Chaos Emeralds and their Master Emerald.”

“So, they predate Cybertron, interesting,” mused Megatron.

“While the Emeralds were created,” continued Vector Sigma, “Lux and Umbra decided to make an experiment of their own.” Umbra approached Lux in the forest.

“You are sure of this?” she asked her light paramour.

“Beyond all doubt,” replied Lux. The two then embraced each other, then kissed, then light and shadow were inserted into the ground beneath them. The two forces then went along a path and then came out of the ground as a plant. The plant grew to their height and changed its shape until it formed a woman Optimus knew.

“GAIA!” he yelped. “THAT’S GAIA!”

“Indeed, Gaia, the daughter of Lux and Umbra.” Gaia then ran towards her mothers and hugged them. “Gaia was the first, yet only new deity we worshipped. She oversaw nature and balance. As such, she could use both light and darkness freely, teaching us how to do the same.” Gaia settled into life on Voksphere and interacted with the Vok just like her mothers. “However, her birth was not looked favorably by Primacron. He never understood nature, nor did he think it was good to blend light and dark. He hated Gaia and so continued his work. He believed in only the purity of steel, hating even the flesh he inhabited. His creations were always centered around conflict, until I, as the Oracle of the Vok and as Primacron’s assistant, could not bear to help him any longer.” Another Vector Sigma argued with Primacron over the topic.

“I cannot allow this to continue, Primacron!” snapped Past Vector Sigma. “What you are doing is wrong!”

“You were foolish back in the day, Vector Sigma,” replied Primacron, “but this?! You would halt my ambitions just to keep light and dark blended?! When a bartender mixes something, then leaves it alone, do the respective ingriedients not settle and separate?!”

“Lux and Umbra have stayed together, and it has worked out well these past millennia!”

“They cannot stay together forever! The universe has things separate for a reason! The elements are pure for a reason!”

“Well, I no longer want any part in your mad schemes! I quit!” Past Vector Sigma stormed out of the building.

“I was so eaten up with rage,” continued Present-day Vector Sigma, “that I failed to learn of more of his creations. He had created artificial Vok!” The scene changed to Primacron guiding a laser like a pen on a massive cube. Optimus and Megatron then realized what the cube was.

“By the Allspark!” breathed Megatron.

“Megatron, I think that IS the Allspark!” gulped Optimus.

“Primacron created the Allspark?!” Megatron asked Vector Sigma.

“Where does Primus fit into this?!” asked Optimus.

“You shall see as the story unfolds,” replied Vector Sigma. “Primacron had created the Allspark by binding the life energy Lux, Umbra, and Gaia constantly exuded to a single vessel and carving runes into it to dictate what the vessel would do with the energy. He then used it to create his first artificial Vok, a being that could change shape despite having a physical form!” The assembly line under the Allspark then finished up a robot. Primacron threw a switch and the Allspark shot energy into the robot. The robot convulsed, then it started screaming. As it screamed, colors flowed onto it.

“Yes! YES!” cheered Primacron. “Energy just like our very souls now exists in a mechanical life-form!” The energy flow then stopped once Primacron threw the switch again. The robot then looked at Primacron. “Yes! My success! My son! You are the first of a new, pure form of Vok! Your screams of victory shall echo throughout the stars!” Megatron goggled as he recognized the body.

“I don’t believe it!” he roared. “STARSCREAM!” The lights of the flashback then confirmed that it WAS Starscream Primacron had built.

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Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 23: Seeds of the Future)

TMC 23-2

Optimus and Megatron woke up in a black void. They looked around, missing each other at first and thinking their optics were offline, then they spotted each other. “Where are we?” asked Megatron.

“I wish I knew,” replied Optimus.

“You are in a simulation of the void before stars,” explained a voice. The two bots turned to see a humanoid creature in black and white robes approach them. The face was that of a monkey’s, the hands had four digits instead of five, and it looked male. He wore a gold multi-faceted sphere on a chain around his neck. The creature grinned as Optimus and Megatron’s optics widened.

“Vector Sigma?” asked Optimus.

“I am,” replied the creature. “This is what I once was.”

“You were a monkey?” scoffed Megatron.

“Vok, actually.” Megatron took a while to realize what Vector Sigma said.

“…Vok?”

“Hold on, THE Vok?” asked Optimus. “I thought they were an energy-based race.”

“I thought they were a myth.”

“We are no myth,” replied Vector Sigma. “We once had no physical form you could comprehend, so, for the sake of your understanding, I will mark them with the images of your data-trax on us.” It was then that they all heard what sounded like someone weeping.

“Who’s that?!” asked Optimus.

“She had no name until we gave her one,” replied Vector Sigma. “She is the void around us. We gave her the name…Umbra.”

“…You called her Shadow?”

“That’s what she was. This is where our tale of long ago begins.”

“I’ve always been a sucker for long-ago tales!”

“Then permit me to tell it. Before the universe began, Umbra constantly wept her shadowy tears. She was alone, with no one to talk to. Because of that, she went mad with grief and loneliness. As she wept, nothing was created.” Just then, a second weeper was heard. A light then floated through the void. “It was then that a new being arrived on its lonely journey. Like Umbra, this being wept at being the only one of her kind. We gave her the name of Lux.” The collective weeping was then replaced with sniffling as Lux stopped. “The two then found each other and began to ask one another questions.”

“Who are you?” asked one woman’s voice.

“I have no name,” replied another. “You?”

“I also have no name,” answered the first. “What are you?”

“I believe I am…Light. You?”

“I think I am…Darkness.”

“Why are you sad?”

“I am alone.”

“As am I.”

“You have no one like you? I am sorry.”

“Are you just as cursed?”

“I am. No one is Darkness like me.”

“…Perhaps, we alone don’t need others like us to no longer feel lonely.”

“You wish to be with me?”

“You seem to understand my pain. Would you let me be with you?”

“…I see no reason to refuse.” Just then, an explosion occurred between them.

“That,” Vector Sigma chuckled to the startled bots, “was the result of beings of Light and Darkness touching each other. Look now at the results.” The void was soon filled with stars.

“So beautiful!” breathed Umbra. There was now a distinct ball of shadow roughly the same size as the ball of light Lux was. “We made this!”

“Light and Dark work best together!” The two beings then laughed in joy and danced near each other.

“Okay, so their contact was the catalyst for the Big Bang that birthed the universe,” remarked Megatron. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“The story is not over yet, Young Megatron,” replied Vector Sigma. As Lux and Umbra danced, their energies created new shapes, floating skulls with glowing eyes. “That is what we once were before we became solid.”

“…Rather creepy,” muttered Optimus. The Early Vok then came to Lux and Umbra.

“You have birthed us directly,” spoke one of the Early Vok. “Who are you?”

“…We…have no name,” replied Lux.

“We were so overjoyed in making this universe,” continued Umbra, “that we never named ourselves.”

“Would you like us to name you?” asked another.

“Yes, please!”

“Lady of Light, you shall be Lux.”

“I am Lux, then!”

“Lady of Darkness, you shall be Umbra.”

“I am Umbra!” Lux, Umbra, and the Early Vok then journeyed through the stars.

“As we wandered the universe,” explained Vector Sigma, “we soon found life that existed in various states! They were all single-formed, unlike us, so our Mothers decided to help us all understand life…by creating a home, Voksphere.”


A cube with purple energy thrashing inside it drifted throughout the cosmos. It then got caught in a planet’s gravity. The planet was metal with a massive pit at the equator and a curved claw at each side along the equator. Sensor spikes then made up the rest of the equator and a ring surrounded the planet, connected at the northern and southern poles and at the equator. The cube then fell into the planet’s atmosphere and crashed at the northern pole. The cube split open, and the energy then flowed all over the planet. It then faded, then lights switched on all over the planet as a light slowly came out of the pit. It then moved and turned its sights towards a misshapen world. It looked almost like a skull with its jaw open and surrounded by rings sprouting out of it.


This was Quintessa, home-world of the Quintessons. In the Citadel of Judgement, a Quintesson Judge was brought before a tribunal of his fellows. He stood on a platform over a pit of liquid swarming with Sharkticons. “Judge Deliberata,” boomed a two-faced Bailiff, “you are accused of theft of various artefacts. How do you plead?”

“Necessarily guilty,” replied Deliberata as he spoke through his face of Wisdom/Bitterness.

“Explain why you committed your crime,” ordered one of the Tribunal Members through her face of Judgement/Doubt.

“My dear Tribunal members,” began Deliberata, “the artefacts in question were holy relics that needed to be observed by the public. Rogue Sharkticons had stolen them previously, so I needed to sell them back to the church.”

“Have you any proof?” asked another member of the Tribunal with the same face as his colleague.

“There should be camera footage of me fighting off the Rogue Sharkticons, then drawing up a seller’s tablet on the artefacts.”

“The footage has been found,” reported the Bailiff.

“Play it,” ordered the last Tribunal Member through his face of Wisdom/Bitterness. The footage played on a screen and was exactly as Deliberata described. The female Quintesson then turned to her face of Laughter/War and spoke to her fellow Tribunal Members.

“It is clear that Deliberata has a family to feed,” she remarked.

“Then why not simply wait for the reward to come to him?!” demanded her colleague through his face of Wrath. The last one held up his hands for quiet.

“Has the Imperial Magistrate reached a verdict?” asked the Bailiff.

“I have,” replied the last member through his face of Laughter/War.

“Guilty or innocent?” The Imperial Magistrate’s turned to his face of Wisdom/Bitterness as he declared his verdict.

“Guilty, but necessary as Deliberata proclaims. The reward would have come too late. Deliberata, you are to continue your sale of the artefacts to the Church.”

“Your judgement is wisdom incarnate, my Magis-!” Deliberata’s praise was cut off as the entire planet shook. The unfortunate quakes made Deliberata fall into the Sharkticon pit, giving them a much-needed meal.

“What is happening?!” demanded the female Tribunal member through her face of Wrath.

“Magistrates! Up in the sky! Look! It’s Unicron!” wailed the Bailiff as he pointed to the sky. There, coming closer to Quintessa, was the strange planet the cube had reactivated. This was Unicron in his original alt-mode!

“THE SHIPS!” called the Imperial Magistrate through his face of Death. “GET TO THE SHIPS! IT’S OUR ONLY CHANCE! EVACUATE QUINTESSA!” Unicron then fired a beam of light onto Quintessa’s surface, forcing everyone, man, woman, and child, to their knees before they could get to the ships. His maw opened, and his horns dug into the misshapen planet. He then activated a tractor beam that brought everything and everyone into his maw. Soon, Quintessa broke apart and the remaining fragments entered Unicron. Quintessa and its main populace were now gone. Unicron then turned around, following the feeling of the Matrix, and recognizing the coordinates.

“So, it has returned to Primus,” rumbled Unicron to himself. “Optimus. For a time, I considered sparing your wretched little planet, Cybertron. But now, you shall witness…ITS DISMEMBERMENT!” Unicron then set a course for Cybertron and entered transwarp.

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Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 23: Seeds of the Future)

TMC 23-1

A dark tunnel stretched on and kept curving downwards. However, nothing was quiet. A steady, controlled, rhythmic thud of metal against metal echoed throughout the tunnel walls. The tunnel had SOME light, but only enough to see immediately ahead, not any further than that. A figure then rounded a corner. It was a humanoid shape, but it wasn’t made of flesh. No, it was a creature of steel, a robotic organism. A purple symbol glowed on its as its red optics scanned the area constantly. Its hand went along the wall as its face kept its focused look up. If one could shine a good-enough light on the robot, one could tell that it was colored a dark purple and had a gray helmet. This robot led an army of others like itself, correction, HIMself. This robot was the terrifying Lord of the Decepticon Faction, Megatron! “Sweet Primus, this is taking forever!” Megatron grumbled to himself. “Really should have sent scouts ahead. …Nah, I didn’t have the time. Although, by the time I get there, the Solstice will have already passed and the information I need will be lost!” He then heard something. “…A truck engine?” Irritation then crossed his face as he sighed. “Because, of COURSE, he would follow me!” He turned around to see a futuristic semi-truck barreling towards him. “Optimus!” he snarled as he deployed concealed fusion cannons from his forearms. He fired at the semi, but it took the shots quite well. The driver, a male, blue Mobian Hedgehog, had a determined look on his face. He then vanished and the truck became a robot! The truck-bot, Optimus Prime, then brought two battle axes out, one in each hand, and continued his charge at Megatron. Megatron brought out his mace and swung it at Optimus. Optimus ran up the tunnel wall and across the ceiling to get behind Megatron, then he swung his axe into Megatron’s back. Megatron then grunted in pain before he swung his mace again. This time, the main chain wrapped around Optimus’ arm. He tried to pull Optimus towards him so he could score a blow, but Optimus tugged back.

“Give it up, Megatron!” snarled Optimus. “You can’t win!”

“Yes, I can! Quite easily!” replied Megatron. He then cracked his mace like a whip and sent Optimus into the ceiling. The chain then disentangled itself from Optimus’ arm as he fell to the floor again. Megatron rushed at Optimus and decked him in the face, sending him backwards a good few feet. “Those secrets are MINE!”

“They stay locked in Vector Sigma!” retorted Optimus.

“And YOU, brother, are becoming an irritant!”

“This coming from a wannabe Decepticon!” screeched a voice. Optimus and Megatron turned to see Starscream behind them.

“Ah, the traitor!” growled Megatron. “Tell me, what’s your plan in keeping me out of the Vector Sigma Chamber?”

“Not this time! I’m not saying anything!” snarled Starscream. He then looked all around the walls. “Can you not hear them?! Their tiny feet tinkling inside the walls?! Their jaws ready to rend steel?! Their demands for metal to help grow their hive?!” It was then that everyone heard the tinkling sound Starscream was talking about. Starscream smirked. “Feeding time!” Scraplets then ate their way through the walls. Optimus shrieked as he and Megatron fired on the bugs while they advanced on the two bots. They ran for their lives. “NO! STOP THEM!” Starscream ordered the Scraplet horde. The Scraplets then chased after the two bots.


“SINCE WHEN DOES ANY BOT HAVE CONTROL OVER SCRAPLETS?!” cried Optimus as he and Megatron ran.

“STOP TALKING AND KEEP RUNNING!” shouted Megatron.

“I GOT A BETTER IDEA! DRIVE!” Optimus transformed and sped ahead.

“…I guess I fly in my case.” Megatron transformed to his jet mode and flew ahead of Optimus. “Enjoy the teeth!”

“You creep! I’ll get you for that!” Optimus then put his Scraplephobia aside and focused on Megatron. Just then, they hit a roadblock! The tunnel ahead of them had collapsed. “Oh, sweet Primus!” The bots transformed and looked behind them to see the army of Scraplets advancing on them. Just then, there was a sound of metal creaking. The two bots looked below their feet and saw cracks in the floor. The Scraplets paid no attention and advanced. That was when the floor gave way. The bots and Scraplets fell through twenty layers before hitting solid ground. The Scraplets were inoperative as the two bots picked themselves up. The area was dark, with only a few lights in the floor. The lights indicated a path.

“Now where could they possibly lead?” mused Megatron. Optimus made a mad dash following the lights. “Oh no, you DON’T!” Megatron ran after him, firing his right fusion cannon. Just then, a wall of fire erupted in front of them. The sudden light blinded them. “Okay, something wants us to stay away!” growled Megatron. Optimus inched forward. “Optimus, what are you doing?! You maniac! Even Wizards of the Red Order run AWAY from fire not under their control, not TOWARDS it!” Optimus held his hand near the fire, then his fear was replaced with confusion.

“…Why aren’t I getting burned?” he asked. Megatron’s optics flickered, then he inched towards the fire wall. He held his hand out, then felt only a buzz, not a burn.

“That’s odd,” he muttered. “That kind of buzz only happens…when a holo-form is online!”

“A hologram!” realized Optimus. “It’s a hologram!” The fire then vanished and a giant ring appeared, twice the size of a Space Bridge. It had a picture of the cosmos as water balls floated out. Just then, a multi-faceted gold sphere appeared. “Vector Sigma!” whispered the young Prime.

“Correct,” replied the sphere. “I am Vector Sigma. After Primus was, before Cybertron was, I was. Welcome to my chamber, Optimus and Megatron. I see you seek answers about my remarks on Animatros.” Optimus and Megatron looked at each other in surprise.

“You heard the bit about the seeds of the future?!” yelped Optimus.

“Were you the one who beamed it into my head?!” demanded Megatron.

“He wasn’t,” replied Vector Sigma. “I did it through the Matrix and the Key.”

“…The Key?” asked Megatron. “Vector Sigma, the Key was lost.”

“Actually, Ironhide tripped over it during the early battles of this current war,” corrected Optimus. “It’s how I unbricked my connection to the Matrix before the Unicron Games.”

“You require more information,” continued Vector Sigma. Just then, a terminal popped out of the ground between it and the two bots. It had three slots, shaped like Megatron’s Badge, the Matrix, and the Key. “Please insert these objects into the terminal, and you shall receive the answers as to why the Transformers were initially created.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Megatron. “We were created because Primus made us all.”

“But why did he do that?” replied Vector Sigma. Megatron had to admit he didn’t have an answer. “The Key, the Matrix, and the Badge, please. You BOTH must learn to end this war and change your eventual fate.”

“…Work together with him again?” muttered Megatron. “Primus, help me.” Megatron took the badge out and put it into the terminal, then Optimus took the Matrix out, took the Key out of the Matrix, put the Matrix into its slot, then put the Key into its keyhole and turned it. A bright light then filled the Chamber and made everyone vanish in it.

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Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 22: Battles of Cybertron)

TMC 22-9

“HOW! DO YOU LOSE! THE HEART OF CYBERTRON?!” Skywarp asked Starscream once he was repaired and met with him and Sunstorm.

“Microbots, if you can believe it,” replied Starscream.

“Was that a joke?! Was that REALLY a joke?! Screamer, I’m the guy who does the jokes here! Here and now is neither the place, nor the time, for a joke!”

“I’m not joking. They shrunk a team of Autobots down, that team infiltrated my body, they disconnected the Heart, and now here we are.”

“Primus looks unfavorably upon us!” wailed Sunstorm.

“If they or Megatron’s followers manage to breach the Vector Sigma Chamber, so will Unicron!” gulped Skywarp.

“Lord Starscream!” called Deathsaurus as he entered the room. “We have a big problem! The operative word being ‘big’!”

“They didn’t fix the Metrotitans, did they?” asked Starscream fearfully.

“Unfortunately, yes!”

“Then we have no choice! Contact this city’s Emissary! Trypticon City MUST get to Kaon immediately!”

“At once, My Lord!”


“How’re your bodies handling, you two?” Optimus asked Fortress Maximus and Metroplex over the comms.

“Back to normal, thank goodness,” replied Fortress.

“And ready to go full Titan at a moment’s notice,” supplied Metroplex. “Though I wish I don’t need to.”

“Well, we may not need your titan modes,” hoped Optimus. “Scorponok’s missing Black Scar and Zarak and he’s a normal-sized Predacon.”

“Approaching Megatron’s position!” warned Teletraan. Optimus stood up for a speech.

“All forces, this is Optimus. As many of you know, Megatron’s forces are going to breach the Vector Sigma Chamber and enter it before the Solstice. What many of you don’t know is that I’m pursuing him and Starscream will most likely pursue us. I know this is considered sacrilege, but by locking us out, Starscream has tried to tell us that we’re not allowed to know all the aspects of our culture, a greater sin than what Megatron and I are about to commit. If any of you have any objections, make them now. They will be noted.” Not one person said a word. “…I’m a little surprised at that, but happy to know you’re behind me. As I said, I’m going into the Vector Sigma Chamber if Megatron manages to breach it. I want you all to know that you are the finest soldiers in all creation, and I could not be prouder of you all. Let’s get to it.”


“Lord Megatron, Shockwave has reported that the Transtector is ready,” reported Thundercracker.

“Then we have our Metrotitan again,” mused Megatron. “Excellent. Thunderhoof, how soon until we breach the chamber?”

“We’re actually ahead of schedule, see?” replied Thunderhoof in his tractor mode with his threshing fork serving to convey his emotions. “A few more cycles an we’ll be in da Chamber, ready to take a few secrets, you know?”

“I DO know. You have performed admirably, Thunderhoof.”

“Ey yo, jus doin our bots a favor.”

“Lord Megatron!” called Scorponok as he ran up to the group. “The Autobots and their Metrotitans! They’re coming!”

“No, not yet!” complained Megatron. “I’m busy!” He then called every single troop on his side. “Decepticons, the Autobots are coming! We MUST breach the Chamber before the Autobots defeat us! Keep all breaching crews protected! Their survival is your survival! We WILL obtain the secrets needed to take Cybertron! Peace through tyranny!”

“Peace through tyranny!” replied Megatron’s forces.

“Scorponok, now is the perfect time to test out the Transtector.”

“Oh, I thought you’d never ask!” cheered Scorponok.


“Approaching the entrance to the Vector Sigma Chamber,” reported Fortress.

“And there’s Megatron’s forces, right on que,” supplied Metroplex.

“Hold up, what’s that by Scorponok?” asked Optimus. The screen magnified on the object. It looked like a headless bot.

“…Something seems…off,” remarked Fortress. On screen Scorponok grinned. He then struck the same pose Zarak once did before he became Black Scar’s head. He then mouthed something…then Scorponok turned into a head and attached to the headless bot. Fortress then got a nasty idea. “No!” he gulped. The bot then did the same posing as Scorponok did, then he became the head as the Decepticon ship turned into Scorponok’s old titanic robot mode! Scorponok was back!”

“Galen, Cerebros, Fortress, Metroplex, you have permission to engage!” ordered Optimus.


The Autobot forces poured out of the Metrotitans and fired on Megatron’s forces. Galen and Cerebros flew up and Galen posed his usual announcement pose, but he and Cerebros had an idea.

“MASTER HEAD ON!” they called.

“FORTRESS MAXIMUS, TRANSFORM!” Galen quickly turned into Cerebros’ head and Cerebros transformed into Fortress’ head as Fortress transformed to bot mode. Once the head attached to the body, Fortress drew his sword and attacked Scorponok. Scorponok blocked with his shield, keeping his head covered by any means necessary.

“You won’t catch me off guard again, old friend!” the scorpion based Metrotitan cackled.

“How did you regain your old size?!” demanded Fortress. “Zarak and Black Scar are dead, and you were turned into a Predacon!”

“Sorry, Shockwave’s little secret!” Scorponok then slammed his claw into Fortress’ chest.

“I need to help him!” growled Metroplex. He transformed to vehicle mode, then parked himself onto a platform. Clamps then held him down. “Titan Mode!” he called. As a roof and walls lowered over him, the gun by his bridge flew off while the comms tower swung down. One of the ramps then retracted into the launch bays below the bridge tower and it closed itself. The launch pads on the bow then swung up and folded onto the rear of the pads, making a pair of legs and deploying feet. The assemblies at the sides of the launch bays then swung down and deployed hands. The pipes by the bridge tower then swung up, bringing up a door and revealing a face. Metroplex then caught the gun in his right hand, then braced it with his left and leveled it at Fortress and Scorponok’s battle. “HIT THE GROUND!” he shouted. Fortress whirled out of the way as Metroplex fired. Scorponok raised his shield and deflected the shot.

“Did you really think that would stop me!” he cackled. Fortress then saw an opportunity and scored a blow…below Scorponok’s belt. …Yeah, he could still feel pain down there. As the shock forced him into a silent scream. Metroplex fired again, this time knocking Scorponok to the ground.


“Ooh, I felt dat,” winced Thunderhoof. He then saw something approaching. Trypticon City was coming towards them. “Ey yo, heads up!” he called. “Starscream’s mooks incoming!” Megatron saw them and groaned again.

“Seriously?” he muttered. He then turned up to see Scorponok picking himself up. “Scorponok, enemy inbound!” Fortress and Metroplex then swung a punch. Scorponok caught them and held them in place.

“I’M A LITTLE BUSY RIGHT NOW!” he shouted. Trypticon City then fired its guns at the three Metrotitans as Starscream’s forces poured out.

“LEAVE NO SURVIVORS!” shrieked Starscream as he and his Trine bombarded the area. “Trypticon, get on their level!”

“With pleasure!” laughed a cruel, deep voice, a voice that made Metroplex stop and turn slowly in fear towards Trypticon City.

“…No!” he whispered.

“Oh, yes, old friend! It is I!” laughed the city. “The one Metrotitan that never needed an Emissary mode!” Metroplex turned to Fortress.

“I’ll keep him off your back! You take care of Scorponok!”

“Good luck!” wished Fortress as he charged and resumed his duel with Scorponok. Metroplex then fired on the city, prompting it to laugh.

“Did you forget how resistant I am to firearms?!”

“Doesn’t mean you’re invulnerable, Laddie!”

“Eh, fair point. In that case, Trypticon, TRANSFORM!” The sides of the city swung up and folded into legs. The sides of the city’s front split away and deployed three-digited, talon-like hands as the rest of the front folded down. The arch running from the Main Square to the rear fell away from the Square and unfolded into a tail. The bottom of the front then fell away on a joint as angry, red optics glowed and dorsal spines popped out of the backside. Standing in place of Trypticon City was Trypticon himself, a Decepticon Metrotitan that vaguely resembled a giant monster from a Japanese movie franchise. Trypticon smirked evilly as he stared his rival, Metroplex, down. “Your move, my friend!” laughed Trypticon. Metroplex fired his gun, only for a gun to sprout from between his optics and fire to engage in a beam clash. Trypticon’s beam then overpowered Metroplex’s and knocked the Gigantion leader down. “No one escapes from the talons of Trypticon, Metroplex!”


As the fight raged on, Thunderhoof, long having transformed to robot mode, checked on the status of the breaching team. “Ey yo! How close are youse guys?!”

“We’re almost dere, boss!” replied a crab-like Decepticon, Clampdown.

“Dat’s what youse said ten minutes ago!” snarled Thunderhoof. “And da ten minutes before dat! And da ten minutes before dat! How long’s dis gonna-?!”

“Boss!” called a bot. “We’re in!” He pointed to the remains of the door to the Vector Sigma Chamber.”

“Finally, some service!” Thunderhoof then called Megatron. “Ey yo! Da door’s down! Not that I wanna tell youse what to do, but youse better hustle, see?!”

“Understood! Good work, Thunderhoof!”


Megatron ended the call and ran straight for the Vector Sigma Chamber. Optimus saw him running. “OH NO, YOU DON’T, YOU EDGE-LORD TWERP!” he shouted. He then ran after Megatron and fired on him. Megatron fired back as both bots entered the Chamber. Starscream saw the whole thing and goggled in horror!

“YOU IDIOTS!” he shrieked to his forces. “YOU LET THEM GET AWAY!” He then chased after the two bots. Suddenly, the door fixed itself after Starscream and shut itself. Everyone was stunned and stopped fighting for a bit.

“…I guess we wait for them,” muttered Sonic.

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TMC 22-8

“What is it?!” called Shahra.

“The brain impulses are conveying orders to the necessary weapons systems to fire the Heart of Cybertron!” explained Perceptor. “If we follow them, they’ll lead us straight to it!”

“And given how many went down his neck,” continued Grimlock, “it’s clear that he’s really going to town on the Autobots!”

“Let’s hope they’re buying us enough time!” muttered Drift. She then sensed something behind her. “Here come more! Follow them!” They all dived down the hole and followed the brain impulses’ path.

“THERE IT IS!” cheered Perceptor. Right below them, though massive to them, was the Heart of Cybertron, wired up just above Starscream’s Spark Chamber! The brain impulses then entered the Heart.


Starscream continued firing the Heart of Cybertron at the Autobots. They were being knocked down left, right, and center! He was clearly enjoying himself. “This ain’t good!” grunted Optimus as the medics got the wounded to the Repair Bay. “We’re losing too many! Activate the force-field!”

“Prime, what if Perceptor didn’t get enough time?!” argued Sonic.

“We have no choice!” Optimus then activated the force-field. The generator summoned a yellow energy dome and surrounded the two.


“Let’s rip the wires and get out of here!” urged Grimlock.

“No!” hissed Perceptor. “Look at the wiring! He’s turned himself into a bomb! One wrong move, and the area’s rubble!”


Starscream advanced on Optimus and Sonic. “Do you think that a mere force-field can stop me?!” he laughed. “The Hero of Mobius and the Youngest Prime, the greatest cowards of all! That thing can’t withstand my power for long! Are you too special to fight?! Well, if you won’t come out…I’ll just have to break on through!” He raised his hand, ready to fire the Heart.


Perceptor grabbed a wire and yanked it away from the Heart. Nothing happened yet, both good and bad. Deadlock then yanked Perceptor away as brain impulses entered the Heart.


The energy erupted from Starscream’s fingers and struck the force-field. It didn’t even budge. “Hm, I guess I need to use a little more power,” he mused.


“Thanks, Deadlock,” panted Perceptor. He ripped another wire away from the Heart.

“Perceptor, DUCK!” called Grimlock. Perceptor dove out of the way, but he still accomplished what Grimlock wanted as more brain impulses ran into the Heart. This time, they didn’t stop coming, making Perceptor pull his hand back more than once when he reached for the last wire.


Starscream continued his assault on the force-field. “We’re losing it!” called Sonic.

“Come on, Perceptor!” prayed Optimus as he adjusted the force-field’s frequency.


The brain impulses wouldn’t stop rushing past the team. “Starscream must be pounding the living daylights out of them!” gulped Grimlock.

“Come on!” Perceptor urged himself. “One last wire!” The background energy was overwhelming him. “Can’t…make it!”


Starscream was still firing the energies of the Heart at the force-field. Just then, the force-field cracked and shattered, the whole thing dissipating into thin air. “HAH!” cheered Starscream. “Say hello to oblivion!”


The brain impulses finally stopped. Perceptor picked himself up and crawled towards the wire. “Got to…disconnect it!” he strained as he reached towards it.


“It’s all over, Prime!” cackled Starscream.

“Not until everyone who resists you is erased from the universe, Starscream!” challenged Optimus.

“My sentiments exactly! You’re finished!” Starscream raised his hands above his head, then swung them down as if he were throwing something…but nothing happened. Starscream was confused, so he tried again, and again, and again, then he stared at his hands in horror. “What in…?! Diagnostics! Why isn’t the Heart responding?!”

“The Heart of Cybertron,” explained his onboard computer, “has been disconnected by microscopic organisms of similar shapes to Autobot Perceptor, a human woman, Dyno-bot Grimlock, and assassin Deadlock.”

“WHAT?!” yelped Starscream. Optimus only saw the horror on his face, but he guessed correctly on what happened.

“Perceptor did it!” he cheered. Starscream then glared at Optimus.

“You shrunk them down and had that Maximal throw their container at me so they could infiltrate my body!” he accused.

“Bingo!” confirmed Optimus. “Now the Heart of Cybertron can’t be controlled by you!”

“Well, if I die, at least they die with me!” Starscream then fired his null rays.


“Ha HA! We did it!” cheered Deadlock, smiling for once. Then, something odd happened.

“Hey, is it my imagination,” asked Grimlock, “or is everything closing in on us?!” The room looked like it was shrinking!

“Oh no, it’s us!” realized Shahra. “The spell’s wearing off! We’re returning to our normal size! We gotta get out of here!”

“Deadlock, TRANSFORM!” Deadlock’s shoulder pads swung up and came together to cover her head, then her arms folded into the shoulder pads, then her feet and legs folded to become her vehicle mode’s rear. After transforming, she hit the gas and barreled forward towards a wall. Grimlock managed to get a hold on the Heart and hoisted it above his head. She broke through and her teammates followed her out of Starscream. Once outside, they all grew to normal size and saw Starscream clutching the wound Deadlock gave him from inside.

“Um, excuse us!” apologized Shahra.

“YOU FILTHY RETRO-RATS!” shrieked Starscream. He then transformed and flew off in a rage.

“He’s getting away!” called Sonic. “Stop him!”

“No! Wait!” replied Deadlock. “We’ve got the Heart of Cybertron!”

“But Starscream’s use of it during his assault,” continued Perceptor, “has caused it to destabilize! It could explode at any second!”

“Get rid of it!” ordered Optimus. Grimlock threw the Heart into the air and Perceptor transformed, his microscope lens tracking its trajectory.

“One thousand miles!” he reported. “Fifteen hundred miles! Two thousand miles!” He then fired a laser blast at it. The Heart of Cybertron then exploded causing a brilliant light to fill the sky. Praxus was safe. Optimus released a breath.

“And that’s why you’re a sniper,” he praised as Perceptor transformed.

“Do you realize we just saved Starscream’s life by doing that?” asked Shahra.

“Someone saved ALL our lives,” replied Grimlock.

“Who?” asked Optimus, expecting a remark about how he saved the day.

“Ask Perceptor all about it.” …Optimus rebooted his audio receptors to make sure he heard that right. “And make sure you ask my buddy politely, more so than I did, because anyone who thinks he isn’t a hero is gonna have to answer to ME!” He wrapped his arm around Perceptor’s shoulder, unnerving the poor bot at this change of behavior.

“Erm, Grimlock…” he gulped.

“Perceptor, I owe you an apology. I was wrong about you. I thought only the smartest of my Dyno-bots were scientists worth respecting and you just proved me wrong today. Scientists of all types demonstrate their courage with their brains instead of their brawn.”

“So, you now hypothesize that courage IS in my “fancy” vocabulary?”

“…Yeah, and I got all the evidence I need to support it.”

“Splendid! Apology accepted!”

“You all did good today,” praised Optimus. “Perceptor, Shahra, Deadlock, and Grimlock, you just saved Cybertron and took down a major threat. Now we can concentrate on getting into the Vector Sigma Chamber before Megatron does.”

“When do we move out?” asked Deadlock.

“Our Metrotitans are all fixed up, so we leave once our medical staff fixes everyone.”

“Good. Then there’s only one problem to address.”

“…What’s that?”

“My name. With this act, I finally cast off the name of ‘Deadlock’. I have now drifted away from the Decepticons. Deadlock is gone. My name…is Drift!”

“Then welcome to the Autobots, Drift!”

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TMC 22-7

“Move it!” called Grimlock as the team ran from the electro-sanitizer. They then ducked behind a gear, then noticed it follow the guiding wire upwards. Another electro-sanitizer then followed it.

“I’m tired of hiding!” hissed Deadlock. “Stand clear and let me deal with this!” She then jumped and overtook the electro-sanitizers, then landed on a ledge. The electro-sanitizers detected her and ran straight up to her. “That’s it, come meet your demise!” she declared as she drew one of her swords. She then sliced one in two and threw the remains at the other, destroying it. Grimlock simply nodded.

“Not bad,” he remarked. He then heard a new electro-sanitizer from behind him. “Now you get to watch how an Autobot handles those things!”

“GRIMLOCK, LOOK OUT!” warned Perceptor. Grimlock transformed to beast mode and swung his tail into the electro-sanitizer, breaking it and making it explode, taking the guiding wire with it in the process. “…Well, that bought us some time,” breathed Perceptor in relief. “We better utilize as much speed as possible. We’re in Starscream’s shoulder joint. His chest should be around here somewhere.”

“Thanks for telling us,” snarked Grimlock. “I never would have figured that out myself!”

“Just hope he doesn’t make any sudden movements,” gulped Perceptor. They climbed up the gears, pullies, and levers that made up Starscream’s internal shoulder mechanics.


Starscream felt something tickling the insides of his shoulder. “…Stray dust probably,” he muttered to himself. He moved his arm to get the “dust” towards electro-sanitizers.


The team tumbled as the mechanisms moved suddenly. Shahra and Deadlock landed on a gear with only bumps, Grimlock managed to get himself onto a hydraulic tube, and Perceptor was hanging on a ledge over a set of cogs that were moving. “Jump, Perceptor!” urged Deadlock. Perceptor let go, then Grimlock tackled him to a safer area.

“Some hero!” he grunted. “Next time, stay home! You could have guided us through the mission!”

“I hate to be a pedantic bore,” replied Perceptor, “but that option wasn’t a viable one. Talking to miniaturized bots always made radio communication impossible. The range on a bot’s personal radio shrinks in proportion to the bot.”

“So, you didn’t have a choice, huh?!”

“Not if you want to succeed, no, I didn’t!” Deadlock then swung her Great Sword to the floor right between the two mechs.

“If you idiots are done!” she hissed. “Let’s move!”


Starscream saw Airazor fly down towards a city-state and grinned. “Praxus, eh? I always loved scaring a Praxian!”


“Prime, this is Airazor!” called the falcon Maximal over the comms. “Starscream and I are about a hundred miles and closing! ETA, ten minutes!”

“Understood,” replied Optimus. “Bots, we’ve got a force-field to set up!”


“Where are we now?” asked Shahra.

“Somewhere in Starscream’s neck,” replied Perceptor.

“Wait, his neck?!” asked Grimlock. “How come it’s so hard to tell which way we’re going?!”

“What do you mean?” asked Shahra.

“Grimlock’s right,” remarked Deadlock. “If we were in his neck, then, ideally, the only option we would pick is down if he were upright. Meaning…”

“He’s horizontal!” realized Perceptor.

“Please tell me that means he’s asleep!” gulped Shahra.

“Asleep, nothing! See those lights along the walls?” Perceptor pointed to a group of lights as they flashed blue. “Those are a Transformer’s robotniks, our nerves, if you will. Each one has a specific color code. That particular shade of blue tells us that he’s flying in robot mode!”

“And that’s bad news for our guys!”

“Hey! What’s that glow?!” called Grimlock as he pointed out a cavern with a strange light in it. Everyone followed it and saw a glowing sphere.

“Okay, I know enough Transformer biology,” said Shahra, “to identify that thing! That’s Starscream’s brain!”

“…How come it’s so quiet?” muttered Grimlock.

“He must not be engaging any major brain functions, like communications or moving,” guessed Deadlock.

“Isn’t he flying?” asked Shahra.

“For a flyer, that’s not a major brain function,” replied Perceptor.

“Well, I’ve got a honey of an idea!” declared Grimlock. “Let’s bash brains!” He raised his fist to the brain.

“NO, GRIMLOCK!” called Perceptor.

“Not without me!” supplied Deadlock as she drew her swords.

“Put them away!” urged Perceptor as he and Shahra held their teammates back. “It’s too dangerous!”

“Listen to Perceptor, you two!” pleaded Shahra. “He’s right!” Just then, the brain chamber shook as it rotated. Everyone fell towards a wall.


“The force-field’s all set to go,” reported Tails, “but it’s only gonna last five minutes against Starscream.”

“That’s five minutes more than we’d have without it,” replied Tails.

“INCOMING!” called Airazor as they swooped in to join them. Starscream landed shortly after.

“We gotta buy Perceptor more time!” declared Optimus as he switched his comms on. “All available Autobots, move out!” Hardhead and Duros rolled out first and fired their arsenal on Starscream. The smarmy Seeker simply shrugged it off.

“Head on!” called Duros.

“Hardhead, CENTRALIZE!” Hardhead and Duros transformed, then Hardhead’s head connected to his body, and he dashed towards Starscream.

“Oh, that is just too precious!” chuckled Starscream. He raised his hand, ready to fire the Heart.


Once everyone regained their footing, Grimlock and Deadlock advanced on Starscream’s brain. “If you destroy his brain, he’ll fall!” pleaded Perceptor. “The impact could detonate the Heart of Cybertron!”

“It’s our only chance!” argued Grimlock. He and Deadlock raised their swords, then the brain glowed and multiple snake-like creatures with electricity surrounding them leapt out of the brain and circled the team.

“What are they?!” yelped Shahra.

“Brain impulses!” replied Perceptor. “EVIL brain impulses!” The brain impulses then charged downwards through a hole in the floor.


Starscream fired the Heart of Cybertron right into Hardhead’s chest, knocking him to the ground. Hardhead’s head fell off and he transformed to vehicle mode while the head turned back into Duros. Starscream then fired on Duros. “I guess today WASN’T an honorable day for battle,” snarked Starscream. He then saw Rhinox preparing his guns. “Oh no! The Chain Guns of Doom!” mocked Starscream.

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you!” growled Rhinox. The rhino then fired. As expected, the shots bounced off Starscream. Starscream yawned, then fired the Heart again, bringing Rhinox down.


Starscream’s brain impulses would not stop swarming Perceptor and his team! They nearly ripped Shahra apart! “What are they even for?!” roared Grimlock. He dared a peek down the hole, then realized they went down Starscream’s neck. Perceptor then joined Grimlock and looked down the hole, then they both got the same idea!

“The Heart!” they cheered.

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TMC 22-6

Airazor waited by a container that their talons could wrap around. Tails checked the contents to see the miniaturized Starscream Bodily Infiltration team standing by. “You guys ready?” he asked.

“Ready and waiting!” replied Perceptor. Tails then closed the lid on the container.

“All set, Airazor!” he announced.

“They stoop to conquer!” replied Airazor as they beat their wings and took the box in their talons. They then flew off to Trypticon City.


“This is insane,” Grimlock grumbled inside the container. “In all my years, I never thought I’d actually crawl inside a bot’s body at such a tiny size.”

“On the other hand, it’s a new experience,” mused Shahra.

“Yes, this would make a fascinating entry for the Autobot Mass Induction Journal!” chuckled Perceptor.

“We need to succeed first before you write that paper,” remarked Deadlock as she sharpened her swords. Grimlock then noticed the giant one sheathed on her backside.

“Is that a-?”

“A Great Sword? Yes. It belonged to Dai Atlas.”

“…Have you ever used it?”

“Once, against Gigatron. Damn near made my Spark fade when I tried to avenge Dai Atlas.”

“How’s that?” asked Shahra.

“Great Swords draw on their wielder’s Spark energy to create attacks. It’s said that only the Faithful can fully utilize them without significant damage. I’m clearly not one of the Faithful.”

“…Is that what made you leave the Cons?” asked Grimlock.

“…Something like that.”

“We just entered Trypticon City limits,” Airazor called from outside. “No signs of being detected so far.”


No one was manning the necessary stations to detect the intruders. Everyone was gathered at the Main Square with large cubes of Engex. Starscream was the last to receive his cube. When he did, he began his speech. “My fellow Decepticons, Optimus’ brazen attack on my estate proved that he no longer considers Megatron a major threat. His actions have proved that he’s terrified of us now. With fear running rampant throughout the Autobot ranks, I propose a toast! To the imminent destruction of the accursed Autobots!”

“To the Autobots’ destruction!” cheered the crowd.

“Energy!” cackled Sunstorm. “We won’t need to conserve it after tomorrow! We can bleed the universe dry!” Everyone then drank half of their Engex. Soon, they all felt the inebriating effects of their drinks.

“Boy, theesh are good!” slurred Deathsaurus. “I needed ta refool! Energy!”

“ENERGY!” cheered the Decepticons as they all downed the rest of their Engex like drunkards.

“Boy!” mumbled Skywarp. “Thish shtufsh th gradesstsh!” He then fell to the floor in a drunken heap, as did many of his compatriots.

“Ah, thosh were th goodol daysh durin th ol war!” rambled Starscream. “Didn haff to shneek aroun in ugly Earth dishguysheshs!”


Airazor approached the Main Square, the container still in their talons. “All right, better glide now. Airazor, MAXIMIZE!” They went to bot mode and glided lower. They then saw the scene of drunk Decepticons sprawled across the square. “What in the world?!” they muttered.

“GO SHYBERTRON! LAND OF TH MEDDAL MOOoooonnnssshh!” Starscream passed out after his declaration.

“No wonder it was so easy!” chuckled Airazor. “They’re all over-energized! An opportunity like this only comes once in a lifetime!” They pressed a button on the side of the container.


“They’re getting ready to drop!” called Perceptor as the interior flashed green. Everyone then fastened themselves down, bracing for landfall.


Airazor flew as low as they dared and released the container. The container then fell onto Starscream’s chest, bouncing a couple of times before settling down. “Whuzzu?” he mumbled.


“Get us out of here! Fast, Grimlock!” urged Perceptor as everyone unfastened themselves and got up. Grimlock shoved the container’s lid open, and everyone ran out.

“Into the shoulder joint! Quick!” urged Deadlock. Everyone dashed towards the joint and jumped into it.


Starscream picked himself up and looked at the container, bringing it centimeters to his face so his bleary optics could focus on it. “What th…?” He looked around and saw Airazor. His drunken mind managed to reach a general conclusion. “Audobod addack!” he slurred. He then raised his hands and fired at Airazor. They converted to beast mode and flew off. After a few shots from the Heart, Starscream was back at normal operational status, able to think and speak more clearly thanks to burning off the excess energy. “Decepticons, ATTACK!” He was answered with snoring from his troops. “…Unbelievable! Bah, no matter! I’ll finish the Autobots myself!” He took to the air in robot mode and kept well behind Airazor. Unfortunately, Airazor could still sense his presence. They radioed the Autobot base.

“Base, this is Airazor! Be advised, Starscream’s following me! You better have that force-field ready!”

“This is Optimus. Warning received. We’re ready to deploy at a moment’s notice.”


Inside Starscream’s body, Perceptor led the team on their path. “The Heart of Cybertron would logically be located in Starscream’s chest, since his Spark would serve as a good distributor for its energies.”

“Well, we better hurry!” urged Shahra. “We’ve got less than two hours to get to it!”

“Why’s that?” asked Deadlock.

“The shrinking spell isn’t permanent. Once it wears off, we return to our normal size.”

“Oh, NOW you tell us!” grumbled Grimlock.

“Yes, Starscream isn’t big enough for the four of us,” remarked Deadlock.

“If we can’t locate the Heart,” decided Perceptor, “then we let the spell wear off. The resulting increase in size will cause Starscream to be torn apart.”

“Yeah, and we die with him!” argued Grimlock.

“If it frees Cybertron, so be it,” replied Deadlock.

“…Yeah, fair point,” conceded Grimlock.

“Not so fast, that’s just a last resort,” urged Perceptor. The team then found a green wire that sat suspended in front of them.

“What’s that?” asked Shahra. Perceptor gulped.

“A guiding wire for electro-sanitizers!” he explained.

“Incoming!” called Deadlock. A green ring held around the wire by electric energy and firing off electric blasts approached them at an alarming rate. The team then ran from it.

“What’s the deal with them?!” asked Shahra.

“They’re part of a Transformer’s immune system!” replied Perceptor. “They protect the body from microscopic impurities, like a human’s white blood cells!”

“Oh, great, and WE’RE the impurities!” gulped Shahra. The electro-sanitizer continued on its deadly mission to purge Starscream’s body of foreign contaminants, pursuing them relentlessly.

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TMC 22-5

Once his repairs were finished, Optimus had to take care of business of his own. He was at the entrance to Maccadam’s Old Oil House in hopes that the person he would meet would be there. He saw the person in a booth, a femme with the alt-mode kibble of a white Nissan Silvia S15 and a grim expression. “Deadlock, is it?” he asked as he sat down. He then heard a gasp.

“…Why don’t you say that a little louder?” snarked the femme, Deadlock. “I don’t think they heard you in KAON!”

“Okay, sorry!” gulped Optimus. He then sighed and leaned in. “You said you had information you wanted to give me. What is it?”

“First, I need your word that I will have asylum among your team as a member of the Autobots,” Deadlock began. Optimus’ optics flickered.

“You’re…leaving the Decepticons?”

“A shadow of disgrace has fallen upon them. The Decepticon cause is one I no longer wish to be a part of.”

“Then you have my word that you’ll be an Autobot. Anything else?”

“Only that you use the information wisely.”

“You have my word there. Now, what’s going on?”

“Megatron’s attempting to breach the Vector Sigma Chamber in Kaon before the Winter Solstice.” Optimus’ optics widened at Deadlock’s news.

“What?! That’s blasphemy!”

“He received word that Starscream’s trying to keep Cybertron away from it during the Solstice.”

“Wait, Starscream can’t do that! What’s going on?!”

“He believes that you hold the key to unlocking some great secret.” Optimus then remembered something.

“Gaia said that I would discover a great secret in my lifetime. …Is that what Starscream’s trying to guard?”

“Gaia?” quizzed Deadlock.

“I’ll explain on the way to base. If you want protection from any assassins after what you did to the D.J.D, we need to go now!”

“Understood.” Deadlock then followed Optimus out of Maccadam’s.


“It’s taking DAYS to heal them all!” complained Swoop as he, Perceptor, and Ratchet tended to Optimus’ team.

“Keep going with Rattrap over there,” directed Ratchet. “Optimus is gonna need him.” Grimlock scowled at Perceptor.

“Funny,” he growled, “you don’t have a scratch on you! I wonder why!”

“Grimlock, lay off Perceptor!” barked Optimus as he and Deadlock entered the Repair Bay. “If I hear one more word against him, you’ll answer to me!”

“Optimus, what are you doing bringing HER here?!” yelped Swoop.

“Deadlock!” growled Grimlock.

“Deadlock’s left the Decepticons,” explained Optimus. “She willingly underwent a Cortical Psychic Patch to prove herself. Right now, I need her to coordinate with Teletraan 1 to prepare for anti-Starscream defenses. I only came here to tell you that Deadlock is to be treated with respect. I know her reputation precedes her, but she’s trying to atone for her sins.”

“…I’m watching you, Deadlock!” warned Grimlock.

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t,” remarked Deadlock.


“I hate to rain on y’all’s parade,” muttered Teletraan, “but, according to the data we’ve got, a forcefield won’t stop Starscream for long.”

“It’ll be better than nothing. How soon can we get underway with construction?”

“Immediately. Good thing too. I just intercepted a news broadcast that Starscream and Sunstorm are fully recovered from the assault.”

“Get to it, then.”


“So Thunderhoof forgot that I command the Decepticons as well as all of Cybertron, I see,” mused Starscream as Skywarp finished his report.

“And Nightbird’s Megatron’s wife?!” asked Sunstorm.

“It was a secret wedding before he busted us out of prison seven years ago,” explained Skywarp. “There’s more. Apparently, Nightbird’s the one who turned Megatron onto his current path.”

“It matters not,” remarked Starscream. “I must say, I never would have thought Megatron would try to enter the Vector Sigma Chamber before the Solstice. I guess he figures I’m hiding something. It won’t matter. The only one who has the key to finding out is Optimus and he’s only made moves against me, not Megatron. I must admit, it was clever of him to collapse the ceiling on us, but he only succeeded in postponing the inevitable!”


Perceptor finally finished fixing up Teletraan’s ground-based systems for the base. “There we go, Teletraan!” he cheered. “Good as new! Good thing you’ve been backing yourself up lately.”

“Yeah, had a scare on that front before the Harbinger arrived on Mobius,” replied Teletraan. “Brought the Ark across the Quintesson Neutral Zone too. Metal Sonic took control of me back then, so they had to reinstall me from a backup.”

“That…actually explains a few cryptic remarks.” Just then, the lights faded. “Wha?!”

“Sorry, Perceptor,” called Optimus as he and Grimlock entered the room, “but we’re diverting all essential power to the force-field generator.”

“But that’s absurd!”

“You got any better ideas?” asked Grimlock. “Or is your intelligence as fleeting as your courage now?”

“Grimlock!” snarled Optimus.

“As a matter of fact, I DO have a better idea,” replied Perceptor. “Get inside Starscream and disconnect the Heart of Cybertron.”

“Are you defective?!” protested Grimlock. “How are we gonna do that?!”

“Simple. We use either an external matter inducer beam or a shrinking spell to bring us to a microscopic size. Then we crawl into Starscream and rip the blasted Heart out!”

“What do you think of his intelligence now?” Optimus asked Grimlock. The Dyno-bot leader simply folded his arms and scowled.

“I reserve judgement.”

“You, Shahra, and Deadlock go with him. We’re gonna go with the shrinking spell option.”


Optimus visited Airazor after they came back from a patrol. “Hey, Airazor,” he said, “I’m about to ask you to do something crazy.”

“Any crazier than Starscream’s ambitions?” asked Airazor.

“I need you to throw a small box containing four of our guys shrunk down to microscopic size at Starscream so they can climb in and disconnect the Heart of Cybertron from him.”

“…Okay, maybe slightly crazier, but not a hard job.”

“So, you’re willing to fly some more?”

“Like a bird!”


Night was starting to fall as Shahra, Perceptor, Grimlock, and Deadlock got ready for the shrinking spell. Shahra was going to be the one casting it. “Is everyone ready?” she asked. They all nodded their readiness. “Then let’s do it.”

“Yes, let’s do it!” agreed Perceptor. “Now we’ll show Starscream that bad things come in small packages!” A golden cloud surrounded them all and they shrank down to the size of a pin.

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Bright and Dark Lords Fantasniar

Siren Dark Lords

The Dark Lords of the Dark Race of Sirens, they are very loose with their sexualities, luring both men and women of both land and sea into their domains. Despite the legends, they don’t eat those they sing to and are not interested in lustful men. They prefer partners with control over their lust and loins. From left to right, they are Laksur, Tramli, Jarmaltarm, Murtol, Subarikasa, Trasurga, Trundar, and Lompuya. Laksur runs her own flower shop, Tramli is Marisna’s godmother (always groaning about Marisna’s antics), Jarmaltarm is a school teacher, Murtol is a Sea Witch that simply calls her wand her stick, Subarikasa is a coral reef scholar, Trasurga is a Seer that can see a few days into the future, Trundar is a model for the latest tops and hair adornments for ladies, and Lompuya is the Siren Queen.

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Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 22: Battles of Cybertron)

TMC 22-4

“You’re telling me that Thunderhoof disobeyed me and put a hit on the D.J.D’s assassin?!” Starscream demanded of Skywarp the next day.

“The assassin’s Nightbird. Despair not,” assured Skywarp. “I’m actually due to visit Thunderhoof. Besides, he’s become an annoyance. Last I heard, he’s chatting with his little ninja after she let her target get away. I just need to tell them they’re going after an…innocent bot, as determined by police.”

“Then you can take care of this problem?”

“And have fun while doing so yet get the results you want. That reminds me, do you want him dead or alive?”

“Dead. He’s too much of a loose cannon.”

“And his little assassin?”

“…She may be of use. It was brought to my attention that her husband is on Cybertron, within Megatron’s faction of Decepticons. Word gets out of you taking care of the Thunderhoof Mafia’s head and Megatron loses an ally, pinning the blame on Nightbird and her husband.”

“Gotcha. All right, see you later, barring any Autobot interference.” Skywarp then ran across the runway that served as the balcony to Starscream’s home and jumped, transforming to jet mode, and taking off towards the north. Sunstorm then came out of the shadows.

“We must spare nothing as we destroy the Autobot heathens!” urged the Covenant-thumper. “You have the Heart of Cybertron! Its full power must be unleashed and-!”

“No, no, no, that won’t be necessary,” replied Starscream. “Moderation MUST be exercised here. I mean, yes, I can feel the Heart’s power coursing through my circuits-”

“You’ll need every bit of it, Starscream!” called a new voice. The two Seekers turned to see Optimus and his team after they burst into the room! “Autobots, ATTACK!” called Optimus. Sonic opened with a spin-dash to Starscream’s face and temporarily knocked him silly. He recovered quickly to see Sunstorm duck behind a couch to avoid the weapons fire. Starscream rolled his optics.

“Okay, I guess moderation’s out the window if YOU’RE gonna be a home invader, Floptimus Prime!” He then fired magenta lightning from both hands and struck Optimus square in the chest, sending him sprawling into a wall.

“PRIME!” called Rattrap. Thankfully, his paint didn’t fade to gunmetal gray.

“Come on, Autobots!” taunted Starscream. “Follow your leaders orders and ATTACK!” He fired again.

“Oh man, this is bad!” gulped Rattrap.

“There’s only one alternative; ATTACK!” snarled Slash. “We storm his position and-!”

“You’re on the wrong wavelength there, Lizard-lips! WE RUN!”

“Oh yes? And just where do we run, Rodent?!”

“Anywhere but here! He’ll blow us away if we attack!”

“He’ll blow us away if we just stand here!” growled Grimlock. “CHARGE!” Everyone rushed at Starscream, only for him to fire a blast that knocked everyone to the floor. Sonic got himself ready to run.

“Hope I get lucky!” he wished himself. He ran around Starscream, creating a tornado with the Seeker in the center.

“Ah, running around, hoping to deprive me, a robot, of air,” Starscream purred. “A cunning strategy. …No, wait, what’s the opposite of cunning?”

“Stupid?!” asked Sunstorm.

“That’s the word!” Starscream then fired a small blast at the floor, scorching Sonic. Shahra spotted him and raised her hands. She used her magic to lift Sonic out of the way and then healed him.

“Thanks, Shahra,” panted Sonic. “Now go help Optimus.”

“Right, Mas…Sonic.” Shahra then headed to Optimus and healed him. His optics flicked back online. “Prime, can you hear me?!”

“I’ll be okay, Shahra,” replied Optimus. He then saw how badly the battle was going. “No! The reports were right! He’s got the Heart of Cybertron! We’ll be slaughtered! We need time to fall back!”

“Your wish is granted!” called Shahra. She fired a cloud of smoke at Starscream and Sunstorm. Shots then escaped from the cloud with no way to aim them.

“CAN’T SEE!” shrieked Starscream.

“AIM FOR THE CEILING!” ordered Optimus. Everyone shot at the ceiling and made it out of Starscream’s home while Starscream and Sunstorm were buried under the ceiling’s rubble. Once they made it outside, everyone caught their breath. “That should hold them for a while,” panted Optimus. He then turned to Grimlock. “Damage report.”

“We’re all banged up,” reported Grimlock. “We could use some repair time.”

“Shahra, get us out of here.”

“Got it!” replied Shahra. A golden cloud surrounded everyone, and they all vanished.


Meanwhile, Thunderhoof, a Decepticon with moose-antlers on his head and the alt-mode kibble of a tractor, was talking to Nightbird. “Youse tellin’ me dat you let Deadlock get away?!”

“I didn’t ‘let her get away’, Thunderblast got in my way!”

“Ey yo, youse better talk right about her, capisce? I get upset real easy, see? Nothin’ upsets me more dan some broad talkin’ bad about my doll!”

“I know, right? A ninja should be more respectful to a client’s main squeeze,” remarked a new voice.

“Youse should listen to dat guy, he…” Thunderhoof then realized who it was and saw Skywarp! “…EY YO!”

“YOU?!” snarled Nightbird as she drew her sai!

“That’s right, Vito Corleone and Uzumaki Hinata!” laughed Skywarp. “Make a scene and summon the press, why don’t you? What a photo-op! The Mafia Mech, the Cyber-kunoichi, and their wacky Seeker pal!”

“Youse ain’t no friend of mine!” Skywarp’s face fell.

“Oh, Thunderhoof!” he protested. “I’m crushed! How the high and mighty forget! Don’t you remember? You, Young Nightbird here, me, and the rest of the gang?”

“Ey yo, what’re youse talkin’ about?! I never met ‘em OR you! I worked for Cryotek! I didn’t know what he was doin’!”

“Oh, but you knew about it afterwards! And put it to good use, I see! Why else would you be seeking Starscream’s favor?”

“…What do ya want?”

“To find out why you disobeyed Starscream and put a hit on Deadlock!”

“Ain’t ya read da news?!”

“Thunderhoof’s right,” remarked Nightbird. “That drifter killed the D.J.D!”

“BZT! Wrong!” replied Skywarp. “It ain’t Deadlock. Nope, nope, nope! That’s why Starscream said no hits on her! I’ve seen the guy, and I do mean GUY! He looks more like a Praxian, nowhere near as cute as Deadlock!”

“Youse sayin’ it’s someone else?” asked Thunderhoof.

“Yeah. Someone who wouldn’t mind seeing our old pals out of the way.” Skywarp then gasped as if a horrible thought struck him. “Maybe…gulp, sob, me too! That’s when I thought about YOU, Boss Thunderhoof! An important, upstanding mech like you would find it…awkward if certain secrets were revealed about his past?” Thunderhoof then looked nervous.

“Wait a cycle here, youse ain’t sayin’ I-!”

“No, believe it or not, I’m saying you ordered that hit to keep the guy quiet and all those secrets locked away.” Just then, Thunderhoof’s intercom buzzed.

“Mr. Thunderhoof, Nightbird’s husband is on the line,” reported his secretary.

“Ah, that’s right, you got a hubby!” Skywarp remarked to Nightbird. He then pressed the accept button, then held a finger to his lips to both of them.

“…Y..Yes, sir?” asked Thunderhoof to the person on the other end.

“Thunderhoof, I came to call about Operation: Chamber Breach,” rasped the familiar voice of Megatron. Skywarp goggled, then looked to Nightbird as she nodded in confirmation.

“…Er, we hit a bit of a snag,” gulped Thunderhoof to Megatron. “Nothin’ dat can’t be cleaned up, but it needs to be on da down-low. It might make us later dan projected.”

“How late?”

“Only a couple a’ cycles at worst!”

“…That’s fine.” Nightbird’s face then relaxed as she ducked down. “Now, I would advise you to keep your head down!” Thunderhoof heard the roar of jet engines getting closer, then went as flat to the floor as possible while Megatron burst through the window in jet mode, clotheslining Skywarp and then transforming while grabbing Skywarp’s neck. “Any words you wish to say to him?” asked Megatron. Thunderhoof got up and dusted himself off before he began.

“Did ya really t’ink de idea to put a hit on Deadlock was all my idea?!” he snarled. “Megatron got a mnemosurgeon to examine da stiffs’ memories!”

“Hold on, a mnemosurgeon AFTER death?!” argued Skywarp.

“Yes, the individual details were sketchy,” remarked Megatron, “but we strung them together and pieced together what happened.”

“Dey sent me da reports and badda bing, badda boom, I placed da hit on Deadlock, since Starscream wasn’t too keen on following up on a concerned citizen’s needs. So, I remembered da ol’ sayin’ ‘Always bet on da leader,’ and told Megatron about what youse guys was havin’ me do!” Skywarp teleported out of Megatron’s grip, then fired his weapons before transforming and flying out of the building. “EY YO!” snapped Thunderhoof. Megatron looked out the hole in the wall and growled. He then relaxed and smiled.

“Thunderhoof, you are to be rewarded for your loyalty. Perhaps a new office nearer to Kaon?”

“Ey yo, dat ain’t a bad idea! Thanks, Lord Megatron. Oh, and Nightbird, about what I said before we were rudely interrupted-”

“We both worked on that script, Thunderhoof,” reminded Nightbird. “Your life is still yours.”

“Thanks for bein’ understandin’.”

“Now, Thunderhoof, about that snag…” mused Megatron.

“Like I said, it’s only gonna put us back by two cycles at worst. We’ll still get inside before the day is out.”

“Excellent! Despite this set back, we’ll still breach the Vector Sigma Chamber before the Solstice!”