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Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 14: Instruments of Destruction)

TMC 14-10

G.U.N. had been told of the Transformers splitting into different groups to confuse Unicron. While that was going on, Lansworth and a friend of hers, a Husky male named Mike, were watching a Monitor Lizard and his Husky co-host doing an exercise routine, complete with leg warmers and sweat-bands. Topaz then came up to them and saw the broadcast, sighing as she knew their tendencies. “Work-out channel?” she asked.

“Supporting my boyfriend,” answered Mike as he pointed to the Husky co-host.

“Boyfriend?” asked Lansworth. “I thought you two were married.”

“Not yet. Gonna be proposing to him tonight.”

“That explains your leave request,” mused Topaz. “In that case, good luck tonight.”

“Thank you, Commander.” Just then, the Monitor Lizard noticed something rumbling as his hands touched the floor. Unicron then burst from the floor in robot mode and knocked everyone down as he rose through the ceiling of the studio.

“Lansworth! Change the channel!” ordered Topaz. Lansworth flipped through the channels to see Unicron rising from the floors of each studio until she arrived at the news.

“And, as you can see,” the male Poodle Anchor was finishing his broadcast, “with all due respect to canines like myself, every dog has its…” he didn’t finish his sentence as Unicron rose from the floor. The Terrorcons then appeared out of purple portals and hooked up demonic machinery to the cameras. Unicron then grabbed the poodle anchor. The Terrorcons then set themselves up as if they were the camera crew.

“And we’re universal in 3…2…1…GO!” called Nemesis.

“The following contains violence, coarse language, and adult situations not suitable for minors. Viewer discretion is advised!” He then tightened his grip, reducing the poor anchor to a bloody paste. As he let the viscera fall from his hands, Unicron faced the cameras. “Ladies, gentlemen, boys, girls, organics, sentient machines, and that technicolor AND techno-organic rainbow in between, I am Unicron. Locals of Mobius, you might remember me as Dark Gaia. Of course, if you were just above the cracks as Eggman split the planet apart, then you WON’T remember me as you fell to your fiery end at the core of the planet, and I ate your souls. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about today. Today, I am making an announcement!”


“Please be leaving the planet forever! Please be leaving the planet forever! Please be leaving the planet forever!” begged Vector as the Chaotix saw the broadcast AFTER the execution of the poodle.

“My Terrorcons and I will be leaving the planet forever,” announced Unicron.

“WOO HOO!” cheered Vector.

“After I blow it up like an atom bomb!”

“OH NO!”

“Unless…” Vector gasped in fearful anticipation, “one or more of Mobius’ ‘champions’ can best me in combat!”


“So, Sonic?” asked Amy.

“You know, Orion’s still gonna fight!” protested Jazz.

“I am officially hosting a once-in-your-lifetime event,” continued Unicron. “A tournament so grand, it will leave you breathless! I hereby dub it…the Unicron Games! Be part of the Big Conversation on #UnicronGames.”


“Wow, Yatter just EXPLODED with that hashtag!” muttered Ravage.

“…You have a Yatter account?” asked Galvatron.

“For all of you familiar with your adorable tournament-style sports, I’ll be borrowing the rules. No brackets, this time! Yours truly is the only opponent. And, much like Megatron’s mother, I will accept ALL offers!” Unicron gave a rather dirty wink at that.


“HOW DARE HE!” roared Windblade as her trim turned gold.

“…Where was THAT?!” asked Thundercracker.

“The location of this marvelous event is 35°N 116°W,” continued Unicron. “If you don’t know where that is…it’s the old Mojave Desert on the continent of Northern Imperia. If you’re wondering why coordinates are like that, blame the cartographers. The games will start one year from today at the exact time this broadcast ends. That should give you locals more than enough time to prepare and train! Or, for those not participating, time to connect with loved ones, get your affairs in order…or maybe you just want to kill your boss! Get a purge going! Live a little! Because in one year’s time…well, to give you an idea…” Unicron then pointed his left pinky at the wall before a stream of light utterly devastated it, along with the buildings behind the studio and the mountains behind the city. “So, keep that in mind and I’ll see you next year. Also, feel free to pray to your god but, spoilers, I won’t be listening.”


“Aaannd CUT! That’s a wrap!” called Nemesis in the studio. The Terrorcons took to the air and flew off to the Mojave Desert. “You know, we’re gonna need a design for the arena,” he mused.

“Already covered,” replied Unicron as he tossed the blueprints to the Terrorcons. “I’ll leave the particulars to you lot. In the meantime, I’m gonna build me a castle near it!”


A countdown was on every screen that hosted the broadcast. 364 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 52 seconds remained. Orion Pax sighed as he looked through the remains of his base. He found an Energon convertor, a spare comms unit, his trailer, and a spare pistol. He transformed and hooked himself up to the trailer. “So, what’s the plan?” asked Jazz’s voice. Orion then noticed Jazz and Blackarachnia in vehicle mode with Sonic and Amy standing by them.

“…We need the Three Powers.” Answered Orion. “He said one year, I’m using it. I’m going to un-brick my connection to the Matrix. Alone.”

“That didn’t work for you last time, did it?” asked Blackarachnia.

“Remember what Sira taught you?” reminded Amy.

“This is my home too,” finished Sonic.

“Pax, you might as well accept it. We’re going with you,” said Jazz firmly. Orion grinned.

“In that case, everyone, let’s roll out!” The team then left the ruined base. They all have one year, will they win?

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