Transformers: Mobian Chronicles

Thank you!

…27 Arcs. 275 chapters in the main stories. 5 chapters for a small next gen arc. 6 years. …Holy crap! When I started this whole thing on March 31, 2015, I never thought I would ever get this far. Granted, I thought I would be finishing it on DeviantArt, but alas, ‘twas not meant to be. Oh well, it expanded to multiple sites during the Eclipse Exodus. And now…now it’s over. Transformers: Mobian Chronicles…has come to an end. This was easily my longest fanfic, and now it’s over. On the one hand, I’m a little sad that I won’t be writing the in-universe stories of Sonic and Optimus, but on the other, I’ve still got one more story up my sleeve with them…and Megumi and Arsha. After I finish The Three Realms and their last story together, we’ll finally get to Fantasniar, my retelling of a few fairy tales and nursery rhymes! I just want to say, thank you all. Thank you all for reading my Transformers and Sonic the Hedgehog crossover story. Thank you all for the small suggestions to my writing style to make it better as it progressed. Thank you all for reading Transformers: Mobian Chronicles! Here’s to the next story!

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 27: The Next Generation)

TMC Finale

Galvatron was grinning from ear to ear at Mr. Rozix’ outburst. “I wonder what Consortia Command’s gonna say about you hiring a Renegade Gobot, hm?” Mr. Rozix said nothing. Galvatron then turned to Ratchet. “And the grain?”

“It was poisoned,” reported Ratchet.

“Poisoned?” asked Optimus.

“Yep. It’s been impregnated with a virus. The virus turns nourishing foodstuffs into an inert material in the bloodstream. The more the organism eats, the more material builds up. It soon comes to a point where the organism can’t get enough nourishment to survive.”

“They starved to death,” Galvatron summed up. “In a storage compartment full of grain, they starved to death.”

“Well, Crasher?” asked Optimus.

“…I have nothing to say,” said the Crasher of that time. Optimus then brandished the Poozit in his hands and it screamed at her. “All right, I confess! I poisoned the grain! Take that thing away from me!”

“And the Poozits had nothing to do with your plan?” asked Galvatron.

“I don’t know! I never saw one before in my life and I hope I never see one of those miserable, fuzzy things again!”

“That can be arranged, Crasher!” called Cy-Kill. “Report to the Roguestar and wait for my arrival! I’ll punish you once I finished here!” Crasher vanished in a teleport beam.

“Cy-Kill, about that apology,” remarked Galvatron as he picked up a Poozit.


“…You Renegades have two hours to get your ship out of Consortia territory!” He brandished his Poozit, and it screamed at Cy-Kill. Cy-Kill and Cop-Tur then vanished in a teleport beam.

“After the Renegade Roguestar left the system,” continued Delmox, “history was almost back to normal.”

“Almost?” asked Eenar.

“The matter of Optimus’ memories,” reminded Delmox. “Before I did, though, I needed to do something.”

“To Delmox Prime, the greatest Prime of her time,” said Optimus as he signed an autograph pad, “keep up the good fight, Orion Pax, AKA Optimus Prime.” He handed the pad back to Delmox. “A pity you have to do this, I would love to know what the future’s like.”

“Oh, trust me, Optimus,” assured Delmox, “no one ever forgets the name of Optimus Prime and Megatron, the Heroes of the Primacron Battles.” Optimus grinned. Delmox then took out a silver rod and activated her shades.

“Is that…necessary?”

“No, I just like Men in Black.” Optimus grinned again. She then flashed a light on the rod and Optimus’ optics went dark before he collapsed onto the floor of his quarters.

“Delmox to Enterprise,” she called on her comms. “One to return.” She vanished in a teleport beam as Megatron entered the room.

“Optimus?” he asked. He gently shook Optimus. His optics came back online, and he rubbed them.

“Must have dozed off,” he mumbled.

“Optimus, you are a creature of curious habits, but I’ve never known you to nap on the floor.”

“We got our Crasher secured and informed her of her failed assassination attempt.” Delmox was finishing her testimony. “The Great Infestation picked up a few days later and we learned how to activate the Diamond of Time by then.”

“So, you got Optimus’ autograph?” asked Ranzo.

“That’s right. Now, if you wish to put a letter of reprimand in my file for that, go ahead.” Ranzo and Eenar looked at each other before turning to Burn.

“The testimony of the crew and their ship’s logs,” said Eenar, “put the temporal incursion factor at 0.0097%, way better than the reports said.”

“So, we don’t recommend prosecuting the crew of the Enterprise,” continued Ranzo. “To be frank, if I was there, I would have done the same thing if I saw Blackarachnia.”

“Then this case is concluded, and no sentence is needed at this time,” declared Burn. He banged his gavel. “Trial adjourned.”

“Thank you, Galaxy Convoy,” said Delmox.

As they walked to the docking ports, Ranzo and Eenar spoke to Delmox. “We’ll be giving you a copy of our report within the month,” explained Ranzo. “You need to sign it and file it away.”

“But, as long as you avoid time travel,” continued Eenar, “you won’t hear from us anymore.”

“Don’t worry, I intend to give time travel a wide berth from here on out,” assured Delmox. “Thank you for understanding.”

“Thank you for your cooperation,” returned Ranzo. The two agents then shook hands with the Prime and returned to their ship. Delmox returned to the Enterprise and found everyone at their stations, sans the Nebulan Twins.

“How’d it go?” asked Annus.

“We’re cleared of wrongdoing,” replied Delmox.

“Good,” sighed Sandra. “Gobotron’s requested that we bring Crasher back for her trial.”

“Tell them we’re on our way, just need to drop off some…cargo, as it were.”

“Did you tell them about what happened?” asked Searchlight.

“They didn’t ask. …I’m open to suggestions on where to drop our cargo.”

“There’s a planet perfect for them,” reported Annus. “Just a light-year away. We beam them all down and they’ll have a new habitat.”

“Did any escape?”

“Nope, we kept the doors sealed while we were docked.”

In the cargo bay, Crasher and the Nebulan Twins were leveling their blasters at the horde of screaming Poozits! “This is YOUR fault, you know!” Mazzu growled at Crasher.

“MY fault?!” argued Crasher. “You’re the one who let a few get onboard!”

“If YOU hadn’t time-traveled and just let it go already, we wouldn’t HAVE Poozits on the ship!”

“You green-skinned morons! I ought to throttle you!”

“Arkoom! Grazin Oom! Orgtagh!” challenged Azzax. They spent the entire trip to the Poozits’ new home arguing.

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 27: The Next Generation)

TMC 27-4

Delmox and Sandra made their way to a private corridor. Delmox then activated her comms. “Everyone, the bomb’s not on the Nemesis. It must be on the station.”

“We’ve only been able to get through two decks of the general vicinity the boys got us to,” reported Annus. “We’re running out of time.”

“Mazzu and I,” offered Azzax, “can put aside our hatred of the vermin and help in the search.”

“Oddly enough, it’s not a question of manpower, it’s one of multiplication! The Poozits are breeding so fast, we can’t keep up with them!”

“Prime, maybe you can narrow the search down a bit,” suggested Searchlight.

“Explain,” said Delmox.

“Well, presumably, the bomb’s going to be somewhere Optimus will be soon.”

“I think I understand now! We’ll stick to him like glue. Keep this comm line open. He might be able to give us a clue for you to narrow the search.” Delmox turned to see Optimus right there!

“Captain Benjamin Lafayette Sisko, I presume?” he chuckled. Delmox panicked.

“He heard you?!” yelped Burn.

“I don’t have any record of him talking about another Prime from the future,” remarked Ranzo, “just the one of Rodimus Prime of a timeline where Rodimus and Galvatron dealt with your old Unicron after he destroyed Primus.”

“That’s because I had a memory engram re-sequencer on me,” replied Delmox. “Given what happened, though, I decided to wait until the bomb was disposed of and the Crasher of that time was dealt with.”

“Sir, I can explain-!” began Delmox.

“I take it, with all the subterfuge, I wasn’t supposed to know?” asked Optimus.


“So, the future is nowhere near as bad as the original Rodimus’ was. You’re not trying to change your history; you’re trying to preserve it.”

“That’s right. I can’t give you anymore details than that. All I can tell you is that someone from our time has it out for you.”

“Well, I guess I can figure out your mission from that. Just don’t attract more attention, all right?”

“Naturally, Sir.”

“Well then, if you just head to the mess hall, I’ll be there shortly with Sonic and Llyra. Au revoir.” Optimus then headed of. Delmox and Sandra entered the mess hall (just as Poozit-infested as the rest of the Nemesis) and sat down. Galvatron came into the room first and got his Energon. He was making a valiant attempt to stare daggers at every Poozit in the room. Optimus, Sonic, and Llyra then came in. Optimus got his Energon, then Llyra carried Sonic to the food synthesizers, scattering Poozits with her presence alone. They both keyed in their respective meals, then the dishes appeared. Instead of food, however, there were Poozits. They fled as Llyra roared. She picked up her plate.

“…My Dormako and Pragna berry juice!” she hissed. Sonic picked up his plate.

“My chicken sandwich and coffee too!”

“Fascinating,” remarked Optimus.

“I want these damned Poozits off the ship!” Galvatron snarled at Optimus. “I don’t care if it takes every bot we’ve got, I want them off the Nemesis!” Megatron then managed to get in as he carried armfuls of the animals.

“Yeah, they’re in the machinery,” he answered Galvatron’s silent question. “Probably in all the other food synthesizers as well.”

“How?!” snarled Galvatron.

“The air vents, if I were a betting bot.” Optimus’ optics widened.

“Galvatron, there ARE air vents on the station!” he reminded his nephew.

“And in the storage compartments!” realized Galvatron. He set his cube down and called the bridge. “This is Galvatron! Contact Mr. Teenak and Mr. Rozix! Tell them to meet us near the storage compartments! Optimus and I are beaming down!” Optimus nodded to Delmox.

“Did you get all that?” Delmox whispered into her comms.

“Entering the compartments now!” replied Searchlight.

Annus and Searchlight entered the compartment and looked at the multitude of Poozits. They activated their scanners. “Most of these are dead,” muttered Annus.

“That’s thanks to Crasher poisoning the grain,” replied Searchlight. Her sensors flashed. “I’m picking up an explosive signature! The bomb’s somewhere in here!” They then heard a noise. “What was that?”

“Someone’s trying to open the compartment door!” whispered Annus. A door near them then opened and let a number of Poozits out. Annus and Searchlight stayed back. Just then, Searchlight caught something.

“Sir, the bomb’s right in front of us!” They crawled forward and overheard the conversation below while tossing Poozits that didn’t have the bomb in them.

“Captain James Tiberius Kirk, I presume?” joked Optimus. His tone then went serious. “Good grief, I was making a joke, but these Poozits really ARE gorged!”

“Gorged?! On MY grain?!” yelped Mr. Rozix. “Galvatron, I’m going to hold you responsible! There must be thousands of them!”

“Hundreds of thousands,” muttered Galvatron.

“Given the size ratio between Poozits and Tribbles,” remarked Optimus, “and given the similarities between them, probably one million seven hundred seventy-one thousand five hundred sixty-one. That’s assuming one Poozit, multiplying with an average litter of ten, producing a new generation every twelve hours over a period of three days.”

“That’s assuming they got here three days ago.”

“And allowing for the amount of grain consumed and the volume of the storage compartment.”

“Galvatron, you should have known!” snarled Mr. Rozix. “You are responsible for turning the Shavok XI development project into a total disaster!”

“Mr. Rozix-” began Galvatron. Mr. Rozix would NOT be stopped.

“And I am THROUGH being intimidated, Galvatron! You have insulted me! You have ignored me! You-you walked all over me! You have abused your authority and you have rejected my requests! And this! THIS is the result!”


“I am going to hold your responsible, Galva-!” Galvatron had enough.

“Mr. Rozix, I’ll have you thrown in irons if you don’t shut up!”

“Galvatron!” called Ratchet’s voice. “Galvatron, Optimus, I got it!”

“Sir, I found it!” hissed Searchlight to Annus. She held up the Poozit with the bomb.

“All we have to do,” continued Ratchet, unaware of the future visitors in the compartment, “is quit feeding them! We quit feeding them, they stop breeding!”

“Annus to Enterprise, we have the bomb,” reported Annus. “Lock onto my spare locator badge and beam it into space.” He placed a badge onto the Poozit. The Poozit vanished in a teleport beam.

“Bomb’s safely detonated away from the station,” reported Mazzu.

“Now he tells us,” Galvatron muttered to Optimus in response to Ratchet’s answer.

“Galvatron, this Poozit’s dead,” remarked Optimus. “And so are these.”

“A lot of them are dead,” muttered Ratchet. “The others are alive but won’t be for long.”

“Then there must be something in the grain.”

“Ratchet, I want you and Shockwave to analyze the grain, the Poozits, everything,” ordered Galvatron. “Find out what killed these Poozits.”

“I haven’t even figured out what keeps them alive!” protested Ratchet. There was a brief silence. “…All right. If we find anything, I’ll let you know.”

“That isn’t gonna do you any good, Galvatron!” snarled Mr. Rozix. “This project is ruined! And the Black Block Consortia is gonna hear about it! And when they do, they will have a board of inquiries and they will roast you!”

“Let’s go,” Searchlight suggested to Annus. They headed to the ladder.

“And I’m gonna be there,” continued Rozix, “to enjoy every minute of it!”

“Until then, I’m still a Captain!” replied Galvatron. “As Captain, I want two things! First, find Arakujos and second,” Annus slipped as he reached for the ladder, scattering Poozits and flinging them out of the compartment, “…close that door.”

The Enterprise crew watched from the bridge as Optimus and Galvatron waited for Arakujos. The security team then brought in a man with four legs and four arms. “Really, Galvatron! I must protest this treatment!” snapped the man.

“Arakujos, with an armful,” snickered Galvatron as Arakujos tried to keep his Poozits close to him. Just then, Cy-Kill and Cop-Tur entered the room.

“Galvatron!” snapped Cy-Kill, “I demand an official apology addressed to the entirety of Renegade Command! I expect you to assume full responsibility for the persecution of Renegade nationals in this quadrant!”

“An apology?” asked Galvatron.

“Yes! You’ve harassed my men! You’ve treated them like criminals! You’ve been most uncourteous, Galvatron! Now, if you wish to avoid a diplomatic incident-!”

“You can’t do that!” protested Mr. Rozix. “That will hand Shavok XI to the Renegades!”

“I think more than the word of an aggrieved Renegade Gobot,” remarked Optimus, “is necessary to give that planet to them.”

“Optimus Prime,” hissed Cy-Kill, “as far as the planet is concerned, your nephew has already given it to me! Remember, I command every single Renegade!”

“Before I take any official action, I have a couple of questions!” snarled Galvatron. “Who put the Poozits in the storage compartments and what was in the grain that killed them?!”

“Galvatron, before you go on, would you kindly get those verminous animals out of here?!” asked Cy-Kill.

“I’ll get them out,” offered Optimus. He took them in his arms. As he headed to the door, it opened to let a masked bot with the alt-mode kibble of an alien Porsche into the room. The Poozits then screamed at the bot and escaped Optimus’ hands.

“Now that IS remarkable,” mused Galvatron. He turned to Arakujos. “I thought you said Poozits like everyone aside from Nebulans.”

“They do!” replied Arakujos. “I can’t understand it! The last time I saw one act this way was at the bar!”

“What was in the bar that made that Poozit scream?”

“Renegades!” Arakujos pointed to Cop-Tur. “Him, for one!” Optimus picked up a Poozit and held it in his arms. He passed by Cy-Kill and Cop-Tur and the Poozit screamed.

“You’re right, they don’t like Renegades,” mused Optimus. He then approached Galvatron. They yipped happily. “They like you, though.”

“I wish the feeling was mutual,” muttered Galvatron. Ratchet then entered the room as Optimus approached Mr. Rozix. They yipped happily again.

“They like you, Mr. Rozix,” remarked Optimus.

“No accounting for taste,” chuckled Galvatron. Optimus then approached the mystery bot and the Poozit screamed.

“Poozits don’t like you, Crash Course, I wonder why.”

“Ratchet,” called Galvatron. Ratchet activated his arm scanner and got some readings.

“…Organic brain,” he reported. “A blood pressure of…Sir, Crash Course is a Gobot!”

“A Gobot?” asked Cy-Kill. He turned to ‘Crash Course’. “Lower your mask.”

“I cannot do that, Lord Cy-Kill,” replied ‘Crash Course’.

“Lower your mask, on the double!” Cy-Kill then tore the mask off, revealing the Crasher of the time. “Crasher?! What are you doing here?! I told you to take care of a different station, you fool!”

“Wait, she’s one of you Renegades?!” yelped Mr. Rozix.

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 27: The Next Generation)

TMC 27-3

“That fight could have been avoided, and you know it, Prime!” hissed Eenar.

“Regulation 192, Section 7, Paragraph 3,” supplied Ranzo, “all Consortia officers and aligned powers must take all necessary precautions to minimize any participation in historical events!”

“All right,” conceded Delmox, “it was a mistake on our part. But I don’t believe there were any lasting repercussions.”

“How do you know?” asked Burn. “For all we know, we could be living in an alternate timeline right now.”

“If I or my people caused any changes in the timeline, we would have been the first to know when we got back.” Ranzo looked to Eenar.

“Why do they always say that?” he sighed before turning back to Delmox. “So, Mazzu was arrested.”

“That’s right, but instead of being taken to the brig, he and the other fighters that weren’t Gobots were brought in for questioning.”

“I want to know who started it,” Galvatron demanded of everyone. No one said a word. “…I’m waiting.” He turned to Mazzu. “Who started it?”

“I don’t know, Sir,” replied Mazzu.

“…All right.” Galvatron turned to Galen. “Uncle Galen, I know you. You said something before throwing the first punch.”

“I didn’t throw the first punch,” replied Galen.

“Who did?”

“…I don’t know, Galvatron.”

“‘I don’t know, Galvatron’.” Galvatron addressed the fighters again. “I want to know who threw the first punch. …All right then, Llyra, step forward.” Llyra came forward. “You were supposed to PREVENT trouble, Councilor.”

“Yes,” confirmed Llyra.

“Who threw the first punch?” Llyra hesitated. “…Llyra.”

“I started the fight.” Galvatron arched an eyebrow.

“You? What caused it?”

“Cop-Tur insulted us, Galvatron.”

“Must have been some insult.”

“It was. My spouses wanted to start it, but I held them back.”

“You hel…? Why did your spouses want to start a fight?”

“Well, er…is this off the record?”

“No, this isn’t off the record! I want to find out why!”

“Well…Cop-Tur called me a dictator with delusions of godhood.”


“Yes, then he compared me to a Slime Dog.”

“I see.”

“Then he-!”

“I get the picture!” Galvatron then cycled some air through his olfactory apparatus. “And when he said all that, that’s when you hit him.”

“No, Galvatron.” Galvatron twitched at Llyra’s answer.


“No, I didn’t. You told us to avoid trouble.” Galvatron lost patience.

“When did you hurt Cop-Tur?!”

“He, of all Gobots, said that mages should be sold off as sex slaves for inbred mongrels!”

“…Cop-Tur said that?”

“Yes, Galvatron.”

“Cop-Tur, a mage in his own right, said that mages should be sold off as sex slaves?”

“You have to understand, this was a matter of pride! I couldn’t let that one go!”

“…I see. …While I DO understand your position (trust me, Cy-Kill and Cop-Tur WILL be punished for that), that fight could have been avoided. You’re all confined to quarters until I file a report. Dismissed.” Everyone filed out of the room.

Mazzu went down a corridor, looking for some way to continue his search on the Nemesis. Just then, someone yanked on his ear. It was a disappointed Delmox Prime. Her lower set of arms were folded just under her chest. Sandra and Annus were with her. “That was way too close!” she hissed into the ear she grabbed. “You almost blew our cover!”

“What were you thinking?!” growled Annus. “Now we’re sure to get a visit from the Temporal Investigations Committee!”

“Can’t you just leave that out?!” gulped Mazzu.

“No, we can’t just leave that out!” hissed Delmox. “I’m appalled at you! You even lied to Galvatron!”

“…Sweet Rings, I DID lie to Galvatron!” Just then, they all heard a Nebulan roar, followed by multiple Poozits screaming. Delmox released Mazzu’s ear as they looked around the corner to investigate. Rev was the one roaring and the reason for that was that the corridor was lined with agitated Poozits, all screaming at him! Mazzu joined in the roaring as they both retreated. Delmox tried to contain her laughter.

“There’s a reason we roar at a Poozit,” Ranzo interrupted. “Those things are a menace!”

“Well, I stopped laughing once the infestation got worse,” replied Delmox. “During such time, Azzax and Searchlight successfully got ahold of our Crasher, and they returned to the ship.

“Welcome back to the Enterprise, Crasher!” growled Azzax.

“The pleasure is all mine,” replied the elderly Gobot.

“I hope you realize you’ll be facing some very serious charges,” remarked Searchlight.

“You wouldn’t dare throw a Hero of the Renegade Gobots into the brig!”

“The Gobotron Government,” said Azzax, “doesn’t recognize you as one!” Crasher scoffed.

“You mean the Guardians? Weak creatures that have no place in ruling Gobotron! It was supposed to be the Renegades ruling our world and our world ruling the galaxy! But no, we had to lose just as the Decepticons lost their war with the Autobots! All because Megatron didn’t have the hardware to kill Optimus Prime! Well, I do! I’ve been thinking about my Statue in the Hall of Heroes! I wanted to capture my essence! Let me be the first to admit that our statues can be so mundane!”

“I’m guessing you’ve already set your plan in motion?” asked Searchlight. Crasher laughed wickedly.

“You ARE quick! I see myself holding Optimus’ head in one hand and a Poozit in the other!”

“Did you send someone to kill him?!” snarled Azzax.

“Nothing so generic. I decided on a little…poetic justice.”

“She planted a bomb in a Poozit?!” asked Delmox once Azzax and Searchlight gave their report.

“It’s her revenge,” replied Azzax. “Originally, Optimus saw how a Poozit reacted to Crasher and realized she was one of Cy-Kill’s goons. She didn’t say where this Poozit was, but it was set to go off within the hour.”

“It could be anywhere! The Poozits are overrunning the ship!”

“Prime, I think we need to risk going to the bridge,” suggested Sandra.

“She’s right,” agreed Annus. “If we use the internal sensors, we can scan for explosives within seconds.”

“…Mazzu, swap places with Searchlight, then you and Azzax use the Enterprise’s sensors to search the station for a general approximation for the explosive and guide Searchlight and Annus there. Sandra and I will search the ship.”

“Hold on, search the station without the boys?!” protested Searchlight.

“I know it’s inconvenient, but I’m trying put as much distance between the boys and the Poozits.

“The more distance, the better,” agreed Mazzu.

“We’ll get underway once Mazzu gets here,” said Azzax.

“But each section must have thousands of Poozits!” hissed Searchlight.

“Hundreds of thousands,” remarked Sandra.

“One million seven hundred seventy-one thousand five hundred sixty-one,” said Annus. “That’s starting with one Poozit with an average litter of ten every twelve hours up to three days-”

“Thank you,” interrupted Delmox. “You have your orders, everyone. Prime out.”

Delmox and Sandra made their way to the bridge, the area was as infested with Poozits as the rest of the ship. They got to the necessary station and started working. Galvatron then entered the bridge. Shockwave manned the science station, Blackarachnia was at the helm, Megatron manned the comms, and Optimus was at Tactical. Galvatron sat down, then sharply stood up as a Poozit yipped in fear from under his rear end. He picked the Poozit out of the seat, then looked around the bridge. He then activated the comms. “Dr. Ratchet, would you mind coming up to the bridge?” Sandra then made her way to Delmox as Galvatron went to Megatron.

“Nothing on the bridge,” Delmox reported to Sandra.

“Thank goodness!” sighed Sandra. “When Galvatron sat on that Poozit, I almost expected it to explode!”

“Shockwave,” called Galvatron, “how did all these Poozits get on the bridge?”

“Unknown at this time,” replied Shockwave.

“You know, you SHOULD be asking the bot who brought them onboard!” snapped Blackarachnia.

“Excuse me?!” snarled Megatron. “I only brought ONE onboard!”

“And did you have it neutered?! Cause that’s how I was able to keep Fwuffy, rest his furry little soul!”

“How was I supposed to know that they weren’t sterilized in that fashion?!”

“You COULD have asked the guy you bought yours from!”

“Guys, guys!” protested Optimus. The two bots then looked at him. “…Let’s not start a third war between Autobots and Decepticons, please. We’re still making reparations on the previous two.”

“Captain Galvatron,” called Ratchet as he entered the bridge. “You wanted to see me?” Galvatron showed him the Poozits. “…Well, don’t look at me, it’s the Poozits that are breeding. If we don’t get them off the ship, we’re gonna be hip deep in them.”

“Mind explaining?” asked Galvatron.

“Well, since there isn’t that much in the way of Poozit reproductive behaviors, the nearest Shockwave and I could figure out is that they’re born pregnant. A time-saver that must be an evolutionary answer to predators capable of hunting them to extinction.”

“Logically,” remarked Shockwave, “that would mean that they reproduce at will.”

“Well, they certainly have a lot of will,” muttered Galvatron.

“Galvatron,” continued Shockwave, “I’ve been running computations on their rate of reproduction and the figures are taking an alarming rate. They’re consuming our supplies and returning nothing.”

“But they DO give us something, Shockwave,” interjected a voice from the ceiling. Everyone yelped as they looked up to see Nightbird walking on the ceiling and stroking a Poozit. “They give us love.”

“Dear, must you do that?!” protested Megatron.

“Yes,” replied Nightbird. “Besides, didn’t you hear Arakujos’ spiel? A Poozit is the only love money can buy.”

“Mom, too much of anything, even love, isn’t a good thing!” argued Galvatron. He then shoved armfuls of Poozits onto the rest of the Bridge Crew, even Delmox and Sandra. “I want round the clock cleanup crews on every deck of the ship! Then contact Mr. Teenak and tell him I’m coming over. Have him find Arakujos and hold him!” Nightbird then fell from the ceiling as she tried to hold the new number of Poozits. “And get these Poozits off my bridge!” As he left, the crew began cleanup operations. Delmox spoke to Sandra.

“I’ve scanned every deck. The bomb’s not on the ship,” she said.

“Then it must be on the station,” muttered Sandra.

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TMC 27-2

Galvatron sat in the Captain’s chair as Delmox and her team assumed their stations. “How close is the Roguestar?” Galvatron asked Blackarachnia as she manned the helm.

“A kilometer off, but it’s just…sitting there,” reported Blackarachnia.

“That doesn’t make sense,” muttered Sandra.

“Shockwave, hail the station,” ordered Galvatron.

“Channel open,” replied Shockwave as a three-armed humanoid with a long neck and head appeared.

“Mr. Teenak, there’s a Renegade Gobot Roguestar a thousand kilometers off your station.”

“I don’t think the Renegade Gobots are planning to attack us,” replied the alien, Mr. Teenak.

“What makes you say that?”

“Because, at this moment, Cy-Kill himself is in my office.” The viewscreen turned to reveal a Gobot with motorcycle kibble. The Gobot’s organic face was twisted in a sly grin.

“…Cancel red alert,” ordered Galvatron. “Uncle Optimus and I are beaming down.” Delmox activated a silent comms channel and informed Searchlight’s team of Galvatron and Optimus’ arrival.

“And you managed to man your stations without detection?” asked Ranzo.

“I trained my officers on how to operate a Kaon-class vessel, should we ever find ourselves on one,” explained Delmox.

“Good thinking,” praised Eenar. “What happened when Optimus and Galvatron beamed down?”

“Cy-Kill explained that he and his fellows were invoking shore leave rights. Galvatron told him that they could use their shore leave rights, but only three of his men at a time. Galvatron would also send down three of his crew to watch the Renegade Gobots. And, while I’m on the subject of Cy-Kill, I must say that history was right on a certain aspect of him.”

“And that aspect is?” asked Burn.

“Cy-Kill is a big, fat ham!” The Council allowed a small chuckle as Delmox continued the story.

Searchlight and her team continued their search for their Crasher. Mazzu and Azzax approached Searchlight’s table at the bar. “We completed our search of the lower habitat ring,” reported Mazzu. “There’s no sign of-” His report was interrupted by a playful yip, almost like a small dog’s happy bark. The Nebulan twins then noticed Searchlight was stroking something.

“What are you petting?” asked Azzax.

“Cute-sounding, ain’t it?” sighed Searchlight. She then revealed what she was petting. “It’s called a-” The animal was a ball of fur with long legs, a wide mouth full of omnivore-based teeth, and soulful eyes. The wide pupils of the animal contracted when it caught sight of the Nebulans, and it extended its legs while screaming at them. The Nebulans roared and drew their knives, prompting Searchlight to hide the animal.

“Uh oh!” called an onlooker. “Someone brandished a Poozit at the Nebulans!”

“Will you two sit down?!” Searchlight snapped at the twins. “You’re drawing attention!” The two looked at each other before sheathing their knives and sitting down.

“Doctor, where did you find that…Poozit?!” snarled Azzax.

“From a man named Arakujos,” explained Searchlight. “He told me Poozits like everyone, but this one doesn’t seem to like you boys.”

“The feeling’s mutual!” hissed Mazzu. “They’re detestable animals!”

“I always thought you organics liked animals, especially soft, fuzzy ones that make pleasing sounds.”

“Those monsters do nothing but breed and consume food!” growled Azzax. “If you feed that thing even the slightest morsel, then you’ll have ten Poozits, then a hundred, then a thousand in a matter of hours!”

“Will you calm down?”

“Listen to Azzax!” urged Mazzu. “Those things are considered a grave threat to the Imperial Nebulan Republic!” Searchlight stared in disbelief at them.

“This?!” She showed off the Poozit and it screamed at them again. She then hid it again. “A mortal enemy of the Imperial Republic?”

“They’re an ecological menace!” insisted Azzax. “A plague to be wiped out!”

“Wiped out?! What are you saying?!”

“Hundreds of Nebulan warriors hunted them throughout the galaxy,” explained Mazzu. “An armada obliterated the second Poozit homeworld. By the mid-6,000’s, it was believed that the Poozits were manageable again!”

“Another glorious chapter in Nebulan history,” scoffed Searchlight. “Are there still operas about the Great Poozit Hunt?”

Back on the Nemesis, Delmox, Sandra, and Annus simply did repairs as Galvatron, with Amy on his shoulder, wandered the corridors. “Bridge to my son,” called Megatron’s voice over the comms. Galvatron then headed over to the nearest comms terminal.

“Galvatron here, with Her Majesty.”

“Mr. Rozix wants to talk to you.” Galvatron rolled his optics.

“Not again,” sighed Amy.

“Put him through,” muttered Galvatron. A stuffy, uptight voice then came through the unit.

“Captain Galvatron, I demand to speak to you!”

“Yes, Mr. Rozix, what can I do for you?”

“This station is swarming with Renegade Gobots!”

“I was unaware that three Renegades constitutes a swarm.” Galvatron could practically hear Mr. Rozix grinding his beak. Delmox and her team continued repairs as Annus Magnus looked at Amy.

“Is that really a natural color?” he asked.

“Most Mobians have colors across the entire spectrum,” explained Sandra.

“Galvatron, there are Renegade Gobots on this station!” snapped Mr. Rozix over the comms. “That’s the issue! Now, I want you to keep that grain safe, you hear me?!”

“Mr. Rozix, I have guards around the grain, I have guards on each Renegade, the only reason those guards are there is because the Black Block Consortia and the Galactic Council want them there! And as for what YOU want-!” Amy cleared her throat, cutting Galvatron off. Galvatron sighed as he continued. “…it has been noted and logged. Galvatron out.” He cut the call and turned to Sandra. “Excuse me, could you show Her Majesty back to her quarters?”

“Yes, Sir,” replied Sandra, gulping nervously.

“Going to Repair Bay to take care of your headache?” Amy asked Galvatron.

“You know me too well, Your Majesty.” Galvatron headed off.

“Er, Your Majesty,” gulped Sandra, “I didn’t get to see your quarters. Do you mind showing me-?”

“I can get to them myself; I just didn’t want to refuse in front of Galvatron,” replied Amy. “Thank you anyways. By the way, just for future reference, Deck 7, Corridor 12, Room 4.”

“Seven, Twelve, Four. Got it. Thank you, Your Majesty.” Amy strolled off to the elevator.

“You missed out!” hissed Annus Magnus once Amy was out of sight and the repairs were finished. “I can’t believe you don’t want to talk to her!”

“That’s the last thing on my mind,” replied Sandra.

“Come on, Sandra! Are you seriously telling me you, of all people, aren’t interested in meeting one of Mobius’ greatest Queens?!”

“We have a job to do, Annus,” interjected Delmox.

“But it’s Queen Amy Rose I!”

“Look, of course I want to meet her!” hissed Sandra. “I want to shake her hand! I want to ask her about her first trip to Nebulos! I want to ask her about her time as the Scarlet Specter! I want to ask her about her wedding to Sonic! But that’s not why we’re here, Magnus!”

“…You’re right,” sighed Annus. “I guess I’m just so trying so hard to restrain myself about meeting my heroes.”

Back on the station, Searchlight and the twins were at the bar. Llyra, Galen, and Kari then came in. They found a table and sat down. A waitress then took their orders. “That’s her!” Mazzu whispered to his tablemates as he pointed to Llyra.

“That’s who?” asked Searchlight.


“…You sure?”

“Her photos are kept in pristine condition,” assured Azzax. “That’s our first ancestor, Llyra!”

“Ah, the opportunity to get her autograph!” said Mazzu.

“…You know, I think you’re anonymous enough,” mused Searchlight. The twins brought out autograph pads and headed to Llyra’s table.

“Excuse me, Supreme Councilor!” called Mazzu. Llyra looked up.

“News folk?” she asked.

“No, just fanboys,” replied Azzax.

“Ah, I see. Who am I making them out to?” She took Mazzu’s pad.

“Oh, just your signature’s enough,” assured Mazzu.

“We’d like this to be anonymous,” supplied Azzax.

“All right then.” Llyra signed Mazzu’s pad, then Azzax’s.

“Thank you!” bid the twins. They headed back to their table to see a Renegade helicopter Gobot named Cop-Tur see Searchlight’s Poozit. It screamed at him, causing all the Nebulans to pause.

“So, they hate Renegades as much as they hate us, hm?” chuckled Llyra as Searchlight hid the Poozit from Cop-Tur. “My friends, this is historic. There’s another race that they scream at! I wonder, did the Renegades ever try to hunt those pests down?”

“Nothing so mundane,” grunted Cop-Tur. He then grinned. “Although, mundane stuff is to be expected from Nebulans. They remind me of Zamojin worms.”

“What was that?!” hissed Galen.

“Easy, dear,” assured Llyra. “You ought to be more forgiving.”

“No, wait,” chuckled Cop-Tur, “I just remembered that there IS one Nebulan that doesn’t remind me of a Zamojin worm. That’s YOU, Supreme Councilor Llyra. A Zamojin worm is soft and shapeless, but you’re not soft. You may be a swaggering, overbearing, tin-plated dictator with delusions of godhood, but you’re not soft!” Kari stood from her seat.

“No, no,” directed Llyra. “Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion.”

“That’s right!” continued Cop-Tur. “And if I think that you’re a Eurythman Slime Dog, well, that’s just my opinion too!”

“That’s it!” snarled Galen as he and Kari stood up again.

“Sit down, you two,” snapped Llyra. “That’s an order from your Supreme Councilor.”

“You heard what he called you!”

“He’s too weak to waste the effort to punch, so forget it. We’re big enough to take a few insults. Now, sit down and drink your drinks.” Cop-Tur snarled at being called weak and not worth the effort to harm.

“…Frankly, you lot deserve the company you keep!” He then started laughing. “We like Trema and her ilk! We really do! Those backward, magic-spewing, inbred mongrels are so obsessed with archaic methods of rule! Half the galactic quadrant knows it! That’s why they’re learning to speak Gobotronian!” Llyra then twitched at her mother-in-law being insulted.

“Llyra!” hissed Kari. Mazzu and Azzax clenched their fists.

“Boys, no!” gulped Searchlight.

“…Mr. Cop-Tur,” said Llyra in barely a whisper, “don’t you think you should…rephrase that?”

“You’re right, I should,” replied Cop-Tur. “I didn’t mean to say that they were inbred mongrels, I meant to say that they should be sold off as sex slaves FOR inbred mongrels!” As Cop-Tur laughed, Llyra slowly got up, then looked behind Cop-Tur. Cop-Tur turned to see what Llyra was looking at only for her to rip off his helicopter blades and run them through his chest. Not fatal for a Gobot, but certainly painful. His buddies, a jet named Fitor and a car named Stinger, stood from their seats as they faced their Nebulan opponents. That was when the fight really broke out! Llyra led one side as Cop-Tur led the other. As the bar’s door opened to allow a security detachment from the Nemesis to break up the fight, Searchlight saw their passenger on the other side! She got the twins off Stinger and pointed her out.

“Searchlight, TRANSFORM!” Searchlight transformed into her motorcycle mode and Azzax hopped on. They sped off as Mazzu was arrested along with everyone else.

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Artwork

The Hero of Mobius and his Bride

Presenting the future King and Queen of Mobius on their wedding day! I had to incorporate Amy’s namesake flower into her ensemble somehow. Good luck to you, Sonic and Amy!

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 27: The Next Generation)

TMC 27-1

It is the Mobian year 7029. The Galactic Council Station had expanded to allow the newer member worlds to have their say on the Council. Right now, a trial was being held. Prince Bernard “Burn” Olgilvie Hedgehog, brother to Sicily Olgilvie Hedgehog, Queen of Mobius, and the current Galaxy Convoy, banged his gavel. “I now call to order the Trial of Delmox Prime,” he announced. “Delmox, come forth.” Delmox Prime, a four-armed femme with the alt-mode kibble of a star-fighter and the fourth Decepticon to inherit the Matrix, stepped to the central podium. “Delmox, are you prepared to answer the questions of the Temporal Incursions Committee?” asked Burn.

“I am,” replied Delmox.

“Mr. Ranzo, Ms. Eenar,” called Burn. A Nebulan man and a Femaxian woman stepped forward.

“Are you two sure you want nothing else from me?” Delmox asked the two investigators.

“Just the truth,” said the Nebulan, Ranzo.

“The whole Council will get it. Where do you wish to start?”

“The beginning,” answered Ranzo.

“If there IS such a thing in this matter,” remarked the Femaxian, Eenar.

“Delmox Prime, why did you take the Enterprise back in time?”

“It was an accident,” said Delmox.

“So, you’re not contending a predestination paradox?” asked Ranzo. “A Time loop? That you were meant to go back in time?”

“No, that’s the last thing I want to do.”

“Good, that’s the last thing we want to hear.”

“So, what happened?” asked Eenar as she pulled up a writing pad. Delmox hesitated.

“This…may take some time.” She instantly regretted what she said. Eenar looked up from her pad.

“Was that a joke?”


“Good, we heard them all.” Delmox then took in a breath and began.

“About four days ago, Gobotron’s government contacted me about returning a one of Tlalak’s Diamonds.”

“Diamond?” asked Ranzo.

“They’re objects of religious significance to the Tlalakans,” explained Delmox. “There are forty in total, and they had thirty-nine returned to them in the past. We were given Diamond number forty, the Diamond of Time, although we didn’t know it then. When we got it, though, we weren’t sure if it was genuine or one of the fakes that cropped up during the Renegade Gobot Occupation of Tlalak, so I had it secured in the Enterprise’s vault so we could safely have it authenticated. Before we left Gobotron, we picked up a Gobot passenger.”

The Enterprise-E was a Unity-class starship, a small escort ship. The crew consisted of Delmox Prime, her Autobot-aligned Magnus, Mr. Annus, her Autobot-aligned Medic, Ms. Searchlight, a Mobian golden orb weaver Spider, Ms. Sandra, and the Nebulan Twins, Mr. Azzax and Mr. Mazzu. Their passenger was an elderly Gobot woman that called herself Fracture. She had the kibble of an alien Porsche car. The Enterprise was fixed with a cloak and had activated it to avoid detection from any ne’er-do-wells. They were halfway home and Delmox was just starting to breathe easy. Mazzu was talking to Searchlight as she polished her alt-mode tires on her legs. “I’m telling you, next time you go into your spouse’s room, sniff the air and ask, ‘Is that Mobian lilac?’”

“You do it,” giggled Searchlight, “I have my own ways of torturing them.” Mazzu turned to Delmox.

“Don’t look at me!” chuckled Delmox. Just then, Mazzu’s console beeped. He checked the readings.

“I’m picking up a chronon surge!”

“Centered where?”

“Locating! …Got it! Deck 2! Vault!”

“Mr. Azzax, Annus Magnus, report to the Vault!” Delmox ordered over the comms. “I have a feeling someone activated the Diamond! Mr. Mazzu, can you try and flood the Vault with anti-chronons?”

“It’s too much for a maximum sweep!” reported Mazzu. “Temporal vortex ahead! We’re caught in the gravity well!”

“Full reverse! Maximum warp!”

“I’m trying! Warp engines nonresponsive!” Delmox then activated ship-wide comms.

“All hands, brace for turbulence!” The ship rocked as it went through the temporal vortex. After a few seconds, the turbulence died. Mazzu checked his console.

“Chronon readings leveling out,” he reported.

“Ms. Sandra, when you can, use the stars to get a reading,” ordered Delmox. “I want a spatio/temporal fix as soon as possible.”

“Getting the reading now,” reported Sandra. “…Got the spatial fix. We’re 200 lightyears from our intended position. Acquiring temporal fix now.”

“Prime, Fracture used the transporter,” called Annus Magnus over the comms. “Turns out she’s the one who activated the Diamond.”

“Sensors detect another ship below our keel,” reported Mazzu. “Getting further readings…it’s Kaon-class.”

“So, we went to the past, did we?” mused Delmox. “Can the computers read the registry number?”

“It’s in the old Decepticon script, but the translators are able to understand it.” Mazzu waited a few seconds. “Got it.” His eyes then went wide. “…Prime, it’s the Nemesis!”

“The second Nemesis, huh?” asked Eenar.

“Megatron’s flagship, then he passed it over to his son, Galvatron,” recalled Ranzo. “Did you figure out how far back in time you traveled?”

“Two thousand nine hundred seventy-three years back,” replied Delmox. “By the Mobian calendar, our date of arrival was January 10, 4056.” The chambers then went silent as the date marked one of the most embarrassing moments in history.

“That day!” groaned Burn.

“The first day of the Great Infestation!” groaned Ranzo.

“The very same,” said Delmox.

“An entire space station overrun by Poozits, that was a terrifying time for my people. How long did the Nemesis stay under your keel?”

“Only one second. She was travelling at maximum warp carrying Galvatron, King Sonic, Queen Amy, Prince Silver, Prince Daniel, Optimus Prime, Megatron, Nightbird, Blackarachnia, Llyra, Galen, Rev, Kari, Ratchet, Shockwave, Shadow, and Maria after responding to a code seven emergency call, usually reserved for disasters. While they were flying past us, we got the real identity of ‘Fracture’.”

“Her real name is Crasher, a Gobot under Cy-Kill’s command,” Annus Magnus briefed everyone. “We’re assuming that she came aboard the Enterprise to gain access to the Diamond.”

“Why would she want it?” asked Delmox.

“During this time,” explained Azzax, “Crasher was posing as a Cybertronian official called Crash Course. Her mission was to derail colonization efforts of a planet near Gobotron by poisoning a shipment of grain that was…IS stored aboard Deep Space 47, a space station designed as a storage facility.”

“According to history, eighteen hours from now,” continued Annus Magnus, “Galvatron, the current captain of the Nemesis, will expose her and she’ll be arrested. That arrest will end her career and be the first loss the Renegade Gobots suffer before they surrender to the Guardians a year later. For the past thousands of years, she’s been a merchant eking out a meager existence.”

“Until she heard that the Gobotron Government,” realized Delmox, “had the Diamond of Time. Ladies and gentlemen, we must preserve our history. She’s most likely planning to alter events so that the Renegades never lose. We’ll divide into teams. Azzax, Mazzu, Searchlight, I want you to search the station and make sure our Crasher doesn’t contact her past self. Annus, Sandra, you’re with me as we keep a close eye on everyone and make sure Crasher doesn’t try anything funny.”

The two teams were beamed to their respective locations. Delmox led Annus and Sandra through the ship, remembering the layout as, in her time, the Nemesis-A was a museum. Just as they approached the conference room doors, they heard someone yelling. “Summoning us just to guard grain!” roared the person. “I am going to kill Reglarg with my bare hands! I could take him by the throat! I could rip out his esophagus and-!”

“Dad!” barked another voice. Delmox and her team then entered the conference room to see Optimus, Megatron, Galvatron, and Sonic sitting around a table.

“Is…everything all right, Captain Galvatron?” she asked.

“Dad’s just annoyed we came all this way for nothing,” answered Galvatron. “No emergencies here.”

“Captain Galvatron,” called Shockwave’s voice over the comms, “message from Consortia Command. Earthia wants to talk to you.”

“Put it through,” ordered Galvatron. Earthia’s face then filled the screen.

“Captain Galvatron, I don’t wish to remind you of the importance to the Council of Shavok XI,” she explained. “The key to our winning of this planet is the grain, Hyphowheat. The shipment of it MUST be protected. Effective immediately, you render any aid and assistance which Under-Secretary Rozix may require. The safety of the grain and the project is your responsibility. Consortia Command out.” The call ended.

“Well, that’s just lovely!” sighed Optimus.

“But not totally unexpected,” remarked Galvatron.

“So, we’re stuck here for a while, huh?” grumbled Sonic.

“Absurd!” scoffed Megatron.

“Captain Galvatron!” called Shockwave over the comms again. “Sensors picked up a Renegade Gobot Roguestar en route to the station!”

“Red alert! Notify Mr. Teenak! We’ll be right up!” replied Galvatron. He looked to Delmox and her team. “You three, with me!”

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 26: Farewell Tour)

TMC 26-5

Drifting in space, a purple, metal t-rex stomped around on a spaceship (the former Decepticon Flagship, the original Nemesis), grumbling to himself and gnashing his teeth. As he griped, he approached the conference room and found his ragtag group of various bots that served Megatron once. “Saurion, Terrorize,” grunted the t-rex as he converted to robot mode. “Thunderblast, report.”

“No significant changes to the galactic standings yet, Sir,” sighed the femme-boat.

“Saurion, this is ridiculous!” complained Dirt Boss. “We’ve been drifting with no real end in sight!”

“Wee Dirt Boss is right,” rumbled Mole Dive.

“Saurion, what ARE we looking for?” asked Lugnut.

“Something. ANYTHING,” grunted Saurion.

“Yeah, that ain’t vague at all,” rumbled Dirt Boss.

“Hold up,” called Thunderblast. “Space Chatter’s been cleared.”

“Finally!” sighed Saurion. “Tell me, how will the Decepticon Empire fare now?”

“Combing the data now and…” Thunderblast’s sentence faded. “…Oh my.”

“What?” asked Saurion. Thunderblast hesitated. “…Your current commander asked you a question!”

“Er, say, Saurion, Baby, how do you feel about Nebulanese foo-?”

“Do NOT change the subject! What’s…going…on?!”

“Well, Sir…the…er…the Decepticons…that is… the Empire, it’s sort of…well-”

“Spit it out already!” Thunderblast stayed silent, then sighed in defeat as she reported the latest news.

“The war is over. Megatron’s serving a House Arrest sentence for war crimes and reparations are currently being made for the worlds the war touched. Earthia’s the second Galaxy Convoy.”

“Then the Decepticon Empire…is GONE?!” yelped Mole Dive.

“Yeah, it is. So, about that-”

“RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHH!” Saurion’s roar echoed throughout the ship. “THAT’S IT! I’M DONE! I QUIT!”

“Quit?!” protested Lugnut. “Sir, you can’t quit conquest when we’ve barely started!”

“Not conquest, you idiot, no! I quit this whole slagging universe!”


“Everyone, I refuse to live in a universe where a feared empire loses its nerve, and a damned talking flower runs a slagging interstellar alliance! So, pack your bags! We’re leaving!”

“To where?!” protested Mole Dive. “Sir, we can’t just leave a universe! It’s…it’s…well, it’s impossible!”

“…Not if our little prize in the vault’s the real deal,” mused Thunderblast.

“…You mean that sword?”

“Well, might as well see if we need to give lie to the myth right now, yes,” rumbled Saurion. “Dirt Boss, fetch the sword.”

Everyone on the ship gathered around the Sword of Parallels. It spoke to them in demonic whispers, as it always did since its initial forging. “No, I’m not going to waste my life controlling Mini-cons, Energon, or Cyber Planet Keys,” grunted Saurion. The Sword whispered again.

“That sounds like a bad 80’s cartoon!” complained Thunderblast. “Next!” The Sword whispered once again.

“The Frack are O Parts?!” asked Dirt Boss. The whispers continued. “No scrap, that’s contrived!” More whispers reached their ears.

“…You know, having the Allspark in our hands COULD prove useful,” mused Lugnut.

“Perhaps, but it might also be more trouble than it’s worth,” replied Saurion. “Let’s put that on the ‘Maybe’ pile.” The Sword whispered again.

“No, I’m not going to let a human girl kiss me!” gagged Mole Dive. The Sword whispered once more.

“…Control both Primus AND Unicron, you say?” asked Saurion.

“How?” quizzed Lugnut. The Sword whispered its explanation.

“The Twelve Primal Keys, you say? Go on,” urged Dirt Boss as he and Thunderblast leaned in. The Sword continued its explanation.

“So, find all twelve, unlock the Infinity Gate, travel sideways in time to get to the God Realm, and then use the Keys against Primus and Unicron?” Mole Dive summed up. The Sword whispered its confirmation. Mole Dive smiled. “I’m game.”

“Me too,” agreed Lugnut.

“Let’s control some gods!” declared Thunderblast.

“Sir, I think we have a majority,” reported Dirt Boss. “I’m in.”

“Majority? You mean unanimous decision,” rumbled Saurion. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must open the gate to that universe. All hands, to the bridge!” Everyone charged off to the bridge and Saurion unsheathed the Sword, reading off the inscription. “In the name all that I command, I command thee, thou blade! Open thy hidden ways! Lead me to my destiny!” He then made one quick, animalistic slash and a large, purple portal opened. The Sword faded as it opened its last universe. “Our destiny awaits, my Decepticons, yes!”

“Sure you don’t want to say goodbye?” joked Thunderblast.

“…Well, I suppose it would be rude not to say anything.” Saurion then cleared his throat. “To my old friends in this universe, I would like to say it’s been a pleasure living here, but it wouldn’t be true, no. You’ve constantly upended my schemes and derailed my plans! So, to that, I bid adieu, yes! To my new universe, I give you this warning: I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end! I am that which is, which was, and is yet to come, and you will know my name is Megatron when I lay my vengeance upon you!” He turned to the crew. “All hands, you may now refer to me as Megatron, yes! Full speed ahead!” The old Nemesis fled into the portal. Once it entered, the portal closed.

Angel Island, home of the Master Emerald and its guardians, Knuckles the Echidna and Rouge the Bat. It was Knuckles’ turn for guard duty as he sat by the Master Emerald altar, reminiscing about how much things have changed in his life. Sonic was now King of Mobius, G.U.N. was now inclusive of magic wielders, Eggman and Morgane went into retirement (he’d trust that as far as he could throw Eggman), and Rouge was giving up her quest to steal the Master Emerald. As he rested, he heard metal against the ground in a rhythm. He looked to see Optimus come up to the altar. “Prime?” he quizzed.

“Knuckles the Echidna, I presume?” replied Optimus.

“Kid, what are you doing here? I thought you were heading back to Cybertron.”

“I ain’t due for another hour. Just thought I’d wrap up my farewell tour where it all started.” Optimus looked past the altar. “I see you haven’t filled in the craters our stasis pods made when we landed here.”

“I still remember the voices coming out of the pods. Goldbug was still Corporal Bumblebee and he reported that you guys successfully landed and Ironhide grunted that it felt more like falling than landing. After that, you threw up.”

“I remember the shock I felt when I saw that we were in the air.” Optimus’ comment elicited a chuckle from the two. “And what an adventure that kicked off! 15 years on this crazy planet!”

“Do you ever wonder what would happen if you DIDN’T chase after Jazz?” Optimus got a faraway look.

“…Often. But you know what, I still wouldn’t change a thing. I’m gonna miss Mobius.”

“You can still visit us, can you?”

“Oh, of course. The Space Bridge still has Mobius’ coordinates locked in. I’ll be sure to bring Blackarachnia in two months. Wouldn’t want to leave an ally behind.”

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask Rouge, it looked like G.U.N. was more prepared for you guys.”

“Tails alerted them to us when he found us entering the atmosphere.”

“Good thing he did.”

“No kidding. The last thing we needed was to be shot at while picking up Jazz.” Optimus sighed as he reminisced. “…Well, time to bring the farewell tour to a close.”

“Need a lift?” Knuckles held up a ring.

“The old warp ring! Let me try!” Knuckles handed the ring over and Optimus flicked it into the air. It expanded and projected a golden portal. He then stuck his head through it, then pulled it out. “That’s the place. Well, goodbye, Knuckles the Echidna.”

“See you later, Optimus Prime. ‘Til all are one.”

“‘Til all are one.” Optimus then stepped through the ring, and it disappeared behind him. Knuckles looked to the sky and sighed.

“Well, I guess this is it. …You know, I wonder if Eggbreath really IS retired.”

“So ends our involvement in Cybertronian affairs,” sighed Eggman as he sat in his chair. “And so ends the Eggman Empire’s dreams of conquest.”

“Now, Eggy!” protested Morgane.

“It’s true! Morgane, I’m not getting any younger and I don’t have an heir! Let’s face it, my dreams are nothing more than dust!”

“I don’t believe that for a minute. We still have a chance to make this a planet for Robotniks to rule!” Eggman then decided to address something.

“Morgane, you’ve been rubbing your belly for a while now. Are you hungry or something?”

“Not right now, but the little one will need nourishment.”

“Little one? …Wait, are you saying…?!” Morgane grinned.

“No heirs? A load of rubbish, I say.”

“And you’re SURE I’m the father?! Please say yes!”

“I had your medical bots confirm. This child is yours.” Eggman gave a cheer of happiness.

“Then what am I doing sitting around and feeling sorry for myself?! I must make sure my child has something to command! They shall make this world a techno-magical paradise!”

“Adding magic to their repertoire?”

“Given that mages exist, I’d be a fool if I didn’t have my child learn how to defend themselves against offensive magic.”

“I’ll take care of that front; you train them in science.”

“Exactly what I had in mind, my dear! Look out, world! The Eggman/Le Fay Empire’s not done yet! OH HO HO HO HO HO!”

The day had finally arrived. All Cybertronian refugees that wanted to return home were now onboard the ships. Optimus headed to the transport pad and looked at the crowd gathered. “…Everyone,” he said, “it’s been a pleasure to explore your world, but the time has come for me to return to mine. However, the possibilities of me visiting Mobius again are 100%. And if you ever need help, just say the word!” The crowd then cheered as many held up signs wishing Optimus good luck, telling him to come back soon, and that Mobius would miss him. Optimus waved and smiled. He then activated his comms. “Optimus to Ark. One to beam up.” He then shimmered out from view.

“Space Bridge coordinates confirmed,” reported Cliffjumper.

“Fleet reports ready,” announced Prowl. “They’ll follow us on your command.”

“Helm…get us home!” Cliffjumper keyed in a command.

The Ark turned to face the Space Bridge as it opened. Once the portal stabilized, the thrusters of the mighty starship spun to life and fired. Once the Ark moved, the fleet followed. They went into the portal, and it closed behind them. On the Space Colony ARK, Shadow and Maria looked out the window, watching the whole thing. “Good luck, Optimus,” bid Shadow.

“Come back soon!” called Maria.

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 26: Farewell Tour)

TMC 26-4

A few days later, Amy was having a bachelorette party with her friends at Mayworth Manor. All the guests had received their food and drink and sat around the table in the main dining hall. Sira was at the head of the table with Amy on her left and Natalie on her right. She stood up and called for quiet. The guests then gave their full attention to Sira. “…Duty,” she began, “a mage’s life is filled with…solemn duty. I have commanded mages in battle. I have witnessed secrets be exposed to the public. I have represented the Mage Community of Mobius as we made first contact with the Transformers and the Nebulans. But none of them compare to my solemn duty…” a smile then graced her face as she turned to Amy, “as the one officiating Amy’s wedding to our planet’s future king, the hero of Mobius, Sonic the Hedgehog.” There were a few chuckles among the guests. “Now, I know that, on an occasion such as this, it’s expected that I be gracious and fulsome in my praise on the wonders of this blessed union,” she then got a wicked grin as she looked to Amy, “but have you and Sonic considered what you were doing to me?!” The guests chuckled again. “Of course, YOU’RE happy, but what about MY needs, hm?! This is all a dratted inconvenience! I was grooming you to be my replacement as the Grand High Mage of Mobius, and you decided to be Queen! And while you and Sonic are happily ruling all of Mobius, I will have to train my new successor! You all know him! Yes, I said ‘him’! It’s a cat I believe you all know! The famous Spike Witwicky! You all heard of him! He’s a tyrannical martinet who will never EVER allow me to get involved in non-crucial non-mage affairs!”

“That IS part of our charter,” remarked Trema. “We can’t use magic so-”



“Shut up.”

“Yes, my friend.” The guests laughed a little harder.

“Twenty years I’ve been waiting to say that!” chuckled Sira. She then turned to Amy. “But seriously, Amy, there’s still time to reconsider, yes?” Amy appeared to think on it for a second. She then shook her head.

“Nah!” she answered.

“No?” Sira then gave an exaggerated sigh. “All right then.” She raised her glass. “Amy Rose, of all the students I trained, you are, with no exaggeration, the most accomplished of them all. You have continued fighting against evil, whether it be based in light or dark, and you are driven to continue. In maritime tradition, I wish you and Sonic clear horizons, my beloved friend.” Sira turned to everyone. “To our planet’s future Queen, Amy Rose!”

“To Queen Amy Rose!” cheered the guests. Amy felt a few happy tears welling up in her eyes as she raised her glass.

The day finally came. The venue was an outdoor one as they wanted to account for more giant guests. The altar was set up with Sonic in a tuxedo with a rose boutonniere on one side. Sira stood in the center of the altar as everyone waited for Amy. Sonic then looked down the aisle to see Amy. Her dress was large, had pink trim, and she wore a rose behind her ear. The organist then played “Here Comes the Bride” as Amy was walked down the aisle by Natalie. Once they arrived at the altar, Natalie took her seat and Amy stood opposite of Sonic. Sira looked at the two Hedgehogs and smiled happily. “Dearly beloved,” she began, “we are gathered here today to witness the union of the Hero of Mobius and my most accomplished student. As many of you know, Amy was a little…hesitant to give up her goal of marrying Sonic.” Amy and Sonic winced. “But they both survived a year of hell when Mobius was under Unicron’s rule and came out of it with a better understanding of each other. Knowing them, their love will help them overcome any obstacle, including any arguments that will crop up between them. Their strength will be an example to all of us. If there are any who object to their union, speak now or forever hold your peace.” No one said a word. “…Very well then. Sonic the Hedgehog, do you take Amy Rose to be your lawfully wedded wife and Queen? To have and hold forever? To cherish for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” replied Sonic.

“Amy Rose, do you take Sonic the Hedgehog to be your lawfully wedded husband and King? To have and hold forever? To cherish for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” answered Amy.

“Have you the rings?” The Ring Bearer then held out the pillow the rings sat on. Sonic and Amy each took one. Sonic then held Amy’s hand.

“With this ring, I do thee wed,” he declared as he slipped the ring onto her finger. Amy then held Sonic’s hand.

“With this ring, I do thee wed.” She then slipped the ring on his finger.

“By the power vested in me and the unifying force of love,” declared Sira, “I hereby pronounce you man and wife! Sonic, you may kiss the bride!” Sonic and Amy then kissed as everyone clapped, shouting words of congratulations. Sonic then picked up Amy and carried her down the aisle. Once at the venue’s exit, Sonic turned back to the crowd.

“We’ll see you at the reception!” he called.

“Don’t take TOO long!” said Amy. Sonic, still carrying Amy, then took off at his usual speed.

“Well, come on!” urged Sira. “We got a reception to get to!”

The reception was held outside the Autobot base. A band played music as Sonic and Amy danced. Amy was pleasantly surprised. “Why, Prince Sonic,” she purred, “I had no idea you could dance.”

“It took me a while to learn,” replied Sonic. “I had Natalie help me.”

“Oh, is that why? I thought you were trying to get a magic teacher. She’s great on both counts.”

“Nah, I think I’ll leave the magic to you.”

Grimlock and Slash looked at the happy couple dancing. Grimlock had a thought. “Hey, Slash, you ever think about getting married?” Slash thought it over.

“…No, I’m not into romance.”

“Fair enough.” The two then heard Sludge groan. He had his head in his hands. “Sludge?” asked Grimlock. “Everything okay?”

“Primax High Grade should be illegal!” growled Sludge. Grimlock and Slash looked at each other.

“It IS,” remarked Slash. Optimus approached the three Dyno-bots.

“How’s everything doing?” he asked.

“Just fine,” replied Grimlock. “…Although, me and my team need to discuss our flight path to Animatros.” Optimus arched an eyebrow.

“Animatros? Why there?”

“Because we’re going there. Not with the rest of the refugees.”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold up! What are you saying?! You’re NOT going back to Cybertron with us?!”

“No. Cybertron doesn’t feel like home anymore. Now, Animatros, on the other servo, I don’t know, I guess our beast modes feel more at home there. Plenty of space and a planet full of beasts like us, why not become Maximals?”

“The only downside is,” snarled Slash, “I’d have to deal with the Vermin more often!”

“Oh, for Umbra’s sake, just marry him already!” snapped Sludge.

“He already is! To Botanica!”

“…The tree femme?” asked Grimlock.

While Optimus was talking to the Dyno-bots, Sonic and Amy finished their dance and spoke with Sira and Aleena. “That was a lovely speech at the ceremony,” Amy praised Sira.

“It was from the heart,” answered Sira.

“And don’t worry about your position on the Council,” chuckled Sonic. “I’ll make sure you have plenty of time on it.”

“Oh, like Hell you’ll put me on that Council!” remarked Sira. That prompted a laugh from everyone. “I have too much power as it is!”

“Speaking of power,” mused Aleena, “you two, we need to discuss when you’ll take the throne.”

“Oh, yeah,” winced Sonic.

“No hurry, of course, but I WOULD like to know.” Sonic and Amy then looked at each other.

“I WOULD like Optimus to see it,” said Amy.

“…How about a month after our one-year anniversary?” suggested Sonic.


“A month after your one-year anniversary?” asked Aleena. “More than enough time to get you two settled in.”

“Ladies, gentlemen, and all other gender identifications,” called Blaster, “it’s time for the last song. Like Optimus and Blackarachnia, Sonic and Amy picked the same song out while they spoke to me in secret.” Sonic and Amy goggled at each other.

“You like Sinatra too?!” they yelped.

“And given that we’re closing the book on a great deal of things,” continued Blaster, “I think this song is very appropriate for this time.” Sonic and Amy got up as Blaster nodded to his cassettes. They then played some smooth jazz as Sonic and Amy danced slowly. Blaster then sang.

And now the end is here,

And so I face that final curtain.

My friend I’ll make it clear,

I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.

I’ve lived a life that’s full.

I traveled each and every highway.

And more, much more than this,

I did it, I did it my way!

Regrets, I’ve had a few,

But then again too few to mention.

I did what I had to do,

And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course,

Each careful step along the byway!

And more, much more than this,

I did it, I did it my way!

Yes, there were times I’m sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew.

But through it all, when there was doubt,

I ate it up and spit it out!

I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way!

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried,

I’ve had my fill, my share of losing.

And now, as tears subside,

I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that, and may I say

Not in a shy way,

Oh no, oh no, not me. I did it my way!

For what is a man, what has he got?

If not himself then he has naught

To say the things that he truly feels

And not the words of someone who kneels!

The record shows I took all the blows and did it my way!

Yes, it was my way.

Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 26: Farewell Tour)

TMC 26-3

Sonic ran around Green Hill Zone to satisfy the nostalgia. He missed going through the stone loops. No one was ever sure how they were formed, with many believing that they were artificially made. Others argued that they were natural formations. Sonic, on the other hand, just found them to be good fun. He made it to the end, spinning the sign from a younger Eggman’s face to his old face when he started his hero career. He sighed as he looked back. “…Gonna miss you.”

“I have a feeling you’ll be running around here again,” chuckled a voice. Optimus’ holo-form then came up to him. “Pre-wedding nerves?”

“…I guess so.” He then sat down on a rock. “You know, I’ve been wondering what would happen to my usual hero business if I ever took the throne. Now I’m getting married and Mom’s gonna step down some point after the wedding. This is just another page in history, isn’t it? Will this be the end of my old life? …Turn the page.”

“This isn’t the end, Sonic.” Sonic arched an eye ridge.

“You say that with such surety.”

“From experience. When I became Prime, I thought that everything I once loved wouldn’t matter anymore. Nowadays, though, I realize that they still do. They’ll always matter, Sonic. It’s just how you wish to proceed that determines whether or not you’ll grow as a person.” Sonic smiled.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Just then, the sound of jets entered their ears. “…You hear that?” asked Sonic.

“How could I not?” replied Optimus. That was when Eggman and his newest mech arrived. It looked like a giant hand.

“Having your little bachelor party without me, Sonic?!” cackled Eggman. “I must say, I’m hurt that you didn’t invite me!”

“Is that…Gigatron?!” yelped Optimus.

“No, I just found his instruction sheets and made my own mech based off him. Sonic, Optimus and Megatron had their final battle, now it’s time for ours!”

“You never change, do you?” sighed Sonic. He then cracked his fingers and loosened up for a run. “Well, I was feeling nostalgic anyways! Let’s do it! Optimus, hang back, will ya? This one’s mine!” Optimus chuckled.

“All right, I’ll get out of your quills.” Optimus then headed off.

“It’s just down to you and me, Sonic!” challenged Eggman. “Nothing can save you now!”

“Are you done talking?” retorted Sonic as he stretched. “Cause I’m getting bored.”

“Then allow me and my new Egg Deviltron to alleviate your boredom!” The Egg-mobile then docked with the hand and it flexed all its fingers. It then flew backwards as Sonic took off after it. The hand then tore chunks of the ground up and threw them at Sonic. Sonic spin-dashed off the chunks to get closer to the Egg Deviltron. He then spin-dashed the robot and damaged it. “All right, time for the next stage! Bat mode!” The hand then turned into a giant bat. The Egg Deviltron then fired a sonic ray from its mouth. Sonic ran up along a rock wall and spin-dashed its mouth, damaging it again. “Right, new tactics! Iron Mammoth mode!” The Egg Deviltron turned into a four-legged beast and slammed the ground with its feet.

“Come on, I beat tougher attacks than that!” taunted Sonic. He waited until the shockwaves reached him before he jumped up. He then spin-dashed each leg, rendering the shockwave attack impossible.

“Then how about this?!” The two were near a body of water. “Hydroplane mode!” The beast then turned into a hydroplane and skimmed backwards along the water. Sonic kept his momentum up and ran along the surface of the water. As it fired lasers, Sonic dodged them, then ran alongside it and spin-dashed it onto land. “Griffin mode!” The hydroplane turned into a griffin and fired missiles from its wings. Sonic dodged them, then ran up one to spin-dash the mech again. “Okay, time to dash! Ostrich mode!” The Egg Deviltron transformed into an ostrich and ran fast!

“Come back here!” snapped Sonic as he increased his speed. Sonic could only maintain the gap between him and Eggman’s new toy. If he tried to spin-dash, he’d lose the momentum. Luckily, Eggman’s computer changed that.

“Alert! Speed exceeding design tolerances!” it warned. “New mode is required!”

“Killjoy!” grunted Eggman. “Single dragon mode!” The ostrich then changed into a dragon and breathed fire.

“Uh oh!” yelped Sonic. He dodged the fire blasts quickly. Eggman growled, then smiled again.

“Well, two heads are better than one, I always say! Twin dragon mode!” The dragon sprouted another head and fired. Sonic then jumped between the two heads and stuck his tongue out at Eggman. Eggman then saw what Sonic was doing. “NO! DON’T-!” The two heads then fired as Sonic got out of the way. Eggman got caught up in the smoke and coughed. “J-Jet mode!” he wheezed. The dragon then turned into a jet and made a getaway. Sonic ran under it and spin-dashed the underside. “Oh, come on! Do you have any idea how much I spent on waxing this thing?! Car mode!” The jet turned into a car and ran alongside Sonic. It fired lasers, prompting Sonic to go with some fancy footwork. He then spin-dashed each laser turret as the car changed sides.

“Come on, you spent all that time studying Transformers!” laughed Sonic. “Where’s the robot mode?!”

“Well, if you insist! Egg Deviltron, TRANSFORM!” The car turned assumed robot mode. The head looked a lot like Eggman’s, but with a crown. The Egg Deviltron fired a laser from its crown. Sonic kept dodging until he gave a few more spin-dashes to the robot’s torso, where Eggman was housed.

“Alert! Damage too extreme! Ejecting pilot!” warned the computer.

“What?! NO!” wailed Eggman. His face contorted into a snarl as he glared at his hated enemy. “You…you…you-you…YOU HORRID LITTLE HEDGEHOG!” The Egg-mobile ejected and the Egg Deviltron exploded, throwing the Egg-mobile higher into the sky. Sonic looked up and sighed.

“Megatron could let go of his hatred of Optimus,” he muttered. “I was hoping you’d do the same.”

Morgane picked Eggman up out of the circle she used to teleport him back to Robotropolis. “Had enough?” she snarked.

“…I hate that hedgehog!” growled Eggman.