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Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 13: Clearing the Air)

TMC 13-2

The day finally came as Optimus’ reinforcements stepped through the Space Bridge portal. The first arrival, a pink femme with a white helmet, then folded her arms as she looked around the base. “Okay, where’s Bumblebee?” she asked in a tone of exasperation. “I have a feeling he destroyed his crystal-mail again.”

“He’s in the Repair Bay, Ms. Arcee,” answered Ratchet. “Nothing major, just needs someone else to knock some sense into him since he’s starting to become numb to me.”

“Well, that’s what I’m here for,” declared the femme, Arcee. She followed Ratchet to the Repair Bay. A red version of Soundwave with a set of antennae on each side of the head then looked around.

“Swanky,” he whistled.

“Welcome to Mobius, Blaster,” greeted Optimus. “In all honesty, with Soundwave here, we should have contacted you earlier.”

“Soundwave, huh?” quizzed Blaster. “You held out against him for a long time. No worries, me and my partners can handle him.”

“Quick question, do your Mini-cons have Sparks now, or are they still drones?”

“…Heck of a question to ask, but, yeah, they’ve got Sparks.”

“Splendid. Shockwave told me about Xitra and mentioned you as a survivor of that disaster.”

“Shockwave’s alive too?!”

“We’ll fill you in, Blaster. Strongarm, Prowl, get him set up with Teletraan 1.”

“Yes, Sir,” replied the two law-bots. As they led Blaster to the Server Room, a pair of Mechs approached Optimus. One had a helmet that evoked a Samurai and the other was a heavy-set bot. The Prime bowed to them.

“It’s great to see you again, Sensei Yoketron and Master Stormfront.”

“Always a pleasure to see you, Sir,” returned the bot with the Samurai helmet, Yoketron, Grandmaster of the Autobot Cyber-ninja Corps.

“No need for that, Sensei,” assured Optimus. “We’re in a real fix and I think many of us could use your wisdom.”

“Yes, I heard about Makeshift’s return.”

“Gotta say, I could have SWORN we vaporized that little Scraplet!” muttered Stormfront.

“Well, we have a chance to do so again,” promised Optimus. “Jazz, mind showing them to their quarters?”

“Wouldn’t mind at all,” answered Jazz. He led Yoketron and Stormfront down the hall. The last trooper was a red jet femme with a white face and red eye makeup and lips.

“Windblade, reporting for duty!” greeted the Femme.

“Great to see you again,” sighed Optimus. The two then hugged, earning some looks of confusion.

“Er, Prime,” began Hot Rod, “that’s a famous heroine you’re hugging.”

“Famous? I thought you would say notorious,” chuckled Windblade. She then looked at Optimus. “Where’s Dion?”

“Currently confined to quarters,” answered Optimus. “He’s not right in the head as of now.”

“I knew he had a thing against the Cons, but blinding Deceptiphobia? No, I need to talk some sense into your brother.”

“This way, please.” Optimus led the femme down the hall.


As the new arrivals got themselves familiarized, Megatron slumbered. After a bit of deliberation, the three new ships were renamed. Megatron’s personal ship was now christened as the Decimator, Metal Sonic’s ship was called the Revenge, and Eggman’s ship was now named the Whale Shark. They all agreed that the combined form will be called the Fatal Consequence. It was because the argument was so long and drawn out that Megatron felt the need to have a stasis nap. He drank a bit of Energon that was laced with a purple cloud and fell asleep. However, his sleep was marked by a rather dark dream. He found himself walking through a black void. He could feel the ground, but not see it. “…Where is my subconscious taking me?” he muttered to himself.

“Megatron…” rumbled a voice.

“Hm?” quizzed the Decepticon leader.

“Megatron…” repeated the voice.

“Hello?” called Megatron.

“Welcome, Megatron,” answered the voice.

“Who said that?!” Megatron’s patience was being tested.

“I…am Unicron.”

“Show yourself!” Megatron’s demand was met with a massive circular maw shining light onto him.

“I have summoned you here for a purpose,” explained the maw. By now, Megatron had some proof that it WAS Unicron.

“Nobody summons Megatron!” he scoffed.

“Then it pleases me to be the first,” chuckled Unicron.

“State your business.”

“This is my command,” Megatron frowned at this, “you are to destroy the Autobot Matrix of Leadership. It is the one thing…the ONLY thing…that can stand in my way.”

“You have more than just that bauble standing against you! There are two more weapons in Cybertronian possession!”

“You exaggerate.”

“The point is that the Allspark and Chaos Emeralds are weapon enough to defeat you!”

“No, the point is you are a fool! Neither of them were the weapons that cast me out!” Megatron arched an eyebrow at that. “It was those which were powered by the Matrix. Destroy it for me.”

“Why should I? What’s in it for me?” A pause followed the question as Unicron tried to process Megatron’s demand. He always considered the Transformers to be ants to squash and no one ever listens to the demands of ants.

“…Your bargaining posture is highly dubious, but very well. I will provide you with a new body and new troops to command.”

“…And?”

“And nothing! …You belong to me now.” Megatron stared at the maw…then growled.

“I belong to NOBODY!”

“…Perhaps…I misjudged you.” The light then turned red and pulled Megatron into the maw! “Proceed…on your way to oblivion!” Megatron screamed as he tried to hold onto the invisible ground, but he was taken into the maw! The teeth slammed shut…and Megatron woke up in a sweat and took in his new surroundings.

“Megatron!” called a voice. Megatron turned his head to see Knock-out, then he recognized his surroundings as the Repair Bay. The Decepticon Lord steadied his breathing and attempted to get up. “Lay back down!” barked Knock-out. “I’m trying to suss out what happened to make you move so violently.”

“Wh…?”

I brought you here,” explained another voice. Megatron tilted his head forward to see Galvatron. “Looks like you had a rather nasty nightmare.”

“The bluu…of Uni…” Megatron tried to explain himself. Knock-out then guessed what happened.

“Dark Energon?!” he cried.

“Megatron, don’t tell me you drank any!” snarled Galvatron.

“A drop,” answered Megatron once he got full control of his mouth-brain functions. “I laced my nightly ration with a single drop of that stuff …I saw things!”

“You fool!” growled Galvatron. “Unicron will know that we’re on to him!”

“He ordered me to destroy the Matrix as it’s the only thing that can stop him,” continued Megatron. “He appeared to be unconcerned about the Allspark and Chaos Emeralds, saying that they weren’t what cast him out.”

“…But…but they’re the only possible weapons!” protested Galvatron. “They HAVE to be acceptable substitutes in the absence of the Three Powers!”

“Galvatron, I hate to admit it, but I don’t think they’ll have any effect on Unicron.” The future version of Megatron then slumped to the floor in disbelief.

“Then…my journey here…was for nothing?!”

“It looks like the only option we have left…is to establish an alliance with the Autobots.”

“My Lord, are you crazy?!” protested Knock-out. “If we side with the Autobots, then we’ll undo the Decepticon Empire’s goals!”

“And if we don’t, then we undo the fabric of the universe! Believe it or not, the Decepticon Empire is few in this matter! I hate to quote from Star Trek, but the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few!”

“My Lord!”

“My decision is final! We must ally ourselves with the Autobots!” By that point, Galvatron had slunk off and walked alone…before a grin appeared on his face.

“Silver, you psychokinetic genius!” he whispered. “Your scheme is working! We could potentially restore the Three Powers any day now!” He then pulled out a communicator. “Galvatron to Rodimus! Galvatron to Rodimus, come in!”

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