After the Cybertronian kids met the Mechanicas, Arsha spoke with Optimus and Sonic. “You visited our world,” explained Arsha. “Can we visit yours?”
“Of course!” replied Sonic.
“We’d be honored to have you!” agreed Optimus. “Bring as many as you want!”
“Thank you!” said Arsha. “I know a few people that want to go!”
The people accompanying Arsha were her spouses, Geltar, Farmee, Yufantel, Arsha’s parents, Malnar’s parents, Teefmanam, Pofomofo, Endram, Bashoon and her family, Endea, and Glanthel. Optimus made a call to Mobius. “Angel Island, this is Optimus Prime,” he said. “Do you read?”
“Loud and clear,” replied Tails’ voice. “We’re ready to test out the ship-sized rift.”
“We’re all ready here. Go ahead.” A massive portal opened in the sky.
On the Endeavor, Endea grinned in the Captain’s Chair. “I went through a few of those things before I became a Mechanica,” she said, “now it’s time to see it with my own eyes. Ms. Lakurta, take us through.”
“Aye, Captain,” replied the Drow woman at the helm.
Optimus and his family were in the Endeavor’s cargo hold. “How you guys holding up?” he asked them.
“Cramped!” grunted Sky Runner. Seekers like her had slight claustrophobia.
“This trip will be finished soon,” promised Optimus as he put a reassuring hand on her knee.
On the Glanthelantir, a Drow/Incubus Blender turned to Glanthel. “Endeavor’s moving into the rift,” he reported.
“Talokan, follow the Endeavor,” Glanthel ordered his robot helmswoman.
“Aye, Sir,” answered Talokan as she keyed in the necessary instructions.
Arsha and Bashoon looked out the observation deck as the Glanthelantir entered the portal. “This is a change,” mused Arsha.
“Not for me,” replied Bashoon. “I saw the rift whizzing by from an observation deck as an Ensign.”
“Oh, come on, I know you were on the bridge at one point.”
“Didn’t like that view. I preferred the usual one.”
“…You know, I can see why.”
On Angel Island, Tails continually checked his equipment. “Tails, will you knock it off?!” protested Knuckles. “It’s gonna be fine!”
“It’s one thing transporting people across universes,” replied Tails, “It’s another to transports ships!” Just then, everyone heard the roar of engines. They looked up to see the Endeavor and Glanthelantir come out of the rift. Knuckles grinned and Tails breathed a sigh of relief. He then called the two ships. “Incoming vessels, welcome to Mobius,” he said. Knuckles then took the call over.
“This is the CRS-2784 Endeavor,” came the comms-person on the Endeavor. “Thank you for letting us visit.”
“This is the CRS-4987 Glanthelantir,” came the Glanthelantir’s comms-person. “We are grateful for visiting your world.”
“Endeavor and Glanthelantir,” said Knuckles, “you are each being assigned a flight path to Dry Dock. Please make your way there and we hope to see your crew.” The call ended and Knuckles headed off to Dry Dock.
The two ships landed safely and their crews and passengers disembarked. Knuckles and Rouge shook hands with everyone. “It’s great to see you again, Arsha,” said Rouge.
“And good to see you too, Rouge,” replied Arsha. “I see you’ve acquired new jewelry.”
“Yeah, but it was a legal acquisition.” Arsha arched an eyebrow, remembering Rouge’s reputation as a jewel thief.
“She’s not lying,” assured Knuckles. “My old treasure hoard became hers when I married her.”
“Ah,” said Arsha. Sonic was being checked over by Tails when a call came through.
“Your Majesty,” said his butler, “The Flame and Nitro Convoys and Supreme Councilor are here.”
“Ah, crap!” groaned Sonic. “I forgot about the meeting!”
“Did we intrude?” asked Arsha.
“Gotta take care of some royal business,” replied Sonic. “Won’t be a minute.”
“May we join you?” asked Bashoon.
“Sure, might as well see the other allies we’ve got,” said Sonic.
Arsha was already familiar with the Nebulan woman, Trema, but she never got to see her son, Galen, or his family. Right now, one of Galen’s spouses, Llyra, was leading Galen and Trema to a meeting place. Trema goggled as she saw Arsha. “Well, I’ll be a Decepticon Headmaster!” she breathed. “Arsha Royana!”
“Trema, was it?” asked Arsha. Trema picked Arsha up.
“It’s been too long! How are things?”
“Doing well, Trema. Finally became Queen of the Realms!”
“No kidding?! Awesome! I trust things are nice and boring, politics-wise?”
“Oh yes, they are.”
“That’s good. Same here with my son and his spouses. Speaking of which,” she turned to Galen and Llyra. “Galen, Llyra, I’d like you to meet Arsha Royana, Queen of the Realms! Arsha, this is my son, Galen, head of the World Watchers.”
“Hello, Your Majesty,” greeted Galen.
“And this is his wife, the Supreme Councilor of my planet, Llyra.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said Llyra.
“Good to meet you two,” replied Arsha.
“Did Sonic invite you?” asked Trema.
“Actually, he almost forgot about this meeting when he and Optimus brought their families to visit the Realms. We then entered the rift to visit your universe and Sonic invited us to see this meeting.”
“Well, you’re about to meet a few more friends of ours.”
The room was large enough for people of Transformer-height to stand in. The people currently attending sat at a conference table for all people. “Who’s left?” asked Amy.
“Just the Velocitron and Animatros delegations,” replied Llyra. Just then, a gorilla knuckled into the room. Its fur was a dark-purple and it had pale purple skin. It also had blue optics like an Autobot. Arsha arched an eyebrow.
“Erm…what’s with the monkey?” she asked.
“Ape, Ma’am,” corrected the gorilla.
“Kong Primal!” greeted Optimus. The gorilla then transformed into a bipedal robot. Arsha blinked.
“W-Why does he-?” she asked.
“He DOESN’T look like Optimus!” hissed Sonic. He then leaned in to whisper. “Seriously, those two hate being compared to one another. So, whatever you do, don’t call Kong ‘Optimus Primal’!” As soon as Sonic finished, two race cars rushed into the room and transformed into Hot Rod and Override of Velocitron.
“And the stars are here!” cheered Hot Rod.
“And we’ve got a new one here,” said Override as she pointed to Arsha.
“Everyone,” said Optimus, “this is an old friend of mine, Queen Arsha Royana. She hails from another universe.”
“Well then, welcome to our universe, Arsha!” greeted Override. “Name’s Override.”
“And I’m Hot Rod,” finished Hot Rod.
“We’re all here then, so let’s see how things are going,” said Sonic.
The meeting dragged a bit, as most meetings do. “Okay, next up,” said Amy, “the upcoming budget for the galactic fiscal year. Poozit relocation utilities are way above projections, guys.”
“Nebulos has got an excess of galactic revenue,” replied Llyra. “We can foot the bill, especially when it comes to the Poozit vermin. Next.”
“Animatros’ tourism business is booming,” remarked Kong. “We can step up when Nebulos falls short.” Llyra arched an eyebrow.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“All right,” said Optimus, “let’s all agree that we’ve got this covered. What else?”
“Well, it’s not an official part of the agenda,” replied Amy, “but there’s the dimensional rift we successfully made. I just have a few concerns about it.”
“And they are?” asked Optimus.
“Well, two different-sized rifts should have attracted Megumi’s attention, yes?” Optimus and Arsha looked to each other.
“She’s right,” muttered Optimus. “The Vortex Riders are practically dimensional cops. Why haven’t we seen them?”
“Maybe they haven’t gotten the reports yet?” mused Arsha. “I mean, time flows differently for different universes.”
“Yeah, but the rifts make the two universes line up. So, either they’ve retired or…”
“Or something’s wrong.”
“Well, we still have Vorton and Beyond City’s telemetry data,” replied Sonic.
“Vorton?” asked Override. “That’s just a myth.”
“It’s no myth, Override,” replied Optimus. “I saw it with my own optics. In fact, I saw Vortech himself.”
“We should try and contact Beyond City first,” declared Arsha. “That IS Megumi’s home.”
Once the meeting adjourned, Tails programmed in the data for Beyond City. He kept getting an error message. “Damn!” he growled. “Something’s wrong! I’m gonna try and contact Vorton.” He keyed in the necessary commands. A voice then came through.
“This is Vorton,” said a sharp, military man’s voice. “Unidentified gateway operator, you are attempting to breach our security without proper clearance. I would rather you identify yourself, but I can come over there if I need to.”
“Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart,” replied Tails, “this is Miles Prower, AKA Tails, from Mobius. I am here with Optimus Prime and Arsha Royana. Please confirm that this is a friendly universe.”
“Standby,” replied the Brigadier. There was a silence along the comms. After a minute, the Brigadier returned with a friendlier but still militaristic tone. “Sorry about that, Tails old chap. You sound older. Enough time must have passed in your universe. You say Optimus and Arsha are with you?”
“That’s right. We’re trying to get to Beyond City.”
“I’m afraid Vorton lost contact with them hours ago.”
“Brigadier, it’s Optimus,” interjected Optimus. “What do you mean you lost contact with Beyond City?”
“Exactly what I say, Prime. Something has attacked the F.N.S so hard that they had to destroy their base and their gateway. We sent a probe into that universe, but it has yet to return. I’m trying to raise Chizara at this point.”
“Brigadier, this is Arsha. We’re coming over there to help. We’ve got ship sized rifts at the ready.”
“Roger that. I await your arrival.” The call ended and everyone got ready.