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Transformers: Mobian Chronicles Transformers: Mobian Chronicles (Arc 17: Living Stories)

TMC 17-24

Kup, Windblade, Prowl, and Strongarm sat in a room alone, remembering Chromia. “At least she went peacefully,” sighed Kup. A small chuckle escaped Prowl’s lips.

“What’s so fragging funny about that?!” demanded Windblade.

“Nothing, I was just remembering when we first had a mission together,” explained Prowl.

“You mean the London incident of 2008?” asked Strongarm.

“That’s the one. I was mech-splaining to her when we were setting up the flare, then I went and tripped over it, setting it off!” He was giggling a bit, a rare thing for the normally stoic bot. “You should have seen her face as the flare’s light illuminated the whole city and we had Decepticons coming out of the sewers ready to kill us!”

“Oh, yeah!” laughed Windblade. “She wouldn’t stop complaining about you for months! But, out of all the mechs she met, aside from Ironhide, she liked you the most.”

“She did? Why?”

“She said you meant well, just like Firestar!” Windblade’s face then turned to a sad expression. “Just like Firestar.”

“And Ironhide,” recalled Kup. “That’s all of them. That whole side of Ratchet’s family is gone.”

“Gone, yes,” called Optimus’ voice as he entered the room. “Forgotten, never. Not while there are those who remember them.”

“You’re so right, Sir,” agreed Prowl. “How are the others holding up?”

“As well as can be expected,” answered Optimus. “Snarl’s just finished up his degree in psychiatry, so he’s asked me to tell everyone he’s available if you want to talk.”

“He’s our psychiatrist now?” asked Windblade. “He always was a good listener. I think I’m gonna have to take him up on his offer.”

“Whatever you need, he’s there for us.”

“Are you gonna speak to him anytime soon?” asked Strongarm.

“I am. That was the first time I ever took part in medical euthanasia. Chromia told me as Ironhide died that seeing rigor-morphis will never get easier for people and she was right. Unfortunately, decision-making in light of these circumstances isn’t any easier.”

“What do you mean, Sir?” asked Kup. Optimus sighed.

“G.U.N’s picked up someone who was in the Decepticon Camp for a while,” he explained. “A hedgehog woman who claims she has information about the Decepticons’ plans once they leave Mobius. With that loose end and the Erazor Djinn still out there, we can’t afford to bring everyone.”

“Please tell me there aren’t any objections,” interjected Strongarm.

“Believe it or not, the Technobots offered to stay behind, so did Cosmos, as well as the Knights of the Round Table, Guinevere, and Merlin.”

“Cosmos? Why her?”

“She figured Mobius could still use a warp-capable space-craft in case of an emergency. Given that she’s built with a warp engine, she volunteered to be that craft.”

“Well, if there are bots willing to stay behind, then there aren’t any objections from me.”

“Nor me,” agreed Prowl.

“I ain’t complaining,” supplied Windblade.

“Sounds like the Technobots and Cosmos got heads on their shoulders,” remarked Kup. “No complaints from me.”

“That’s actually a relief,” sighed Optimus. “You guys, I wasn’t too worried about understanding my motives, it was the bots of my generation I thought would be more hesitant. Still, it’s good to know that everyone understands. There IS one bot I think would object, though.”

“Who?” asked Prowl. Optimus steeled himself before answering.

“Blaster. I want him to stay behind.”

“Did you tell him about that decision yet?” inquired Windblade.

“No, he’s the last bot I’m telling. I have a feeling he’ll object.”


“What do you mean you want to have your Cybertronian Citizenship revoked?!” Optimus asked Blaster later.

“After Xitra, I never really felt at home on Cybertron. I felt more at peace on this planet, even during the first war. I want to live out the rest of my days here on Mobius, so asking me to stay behind is actually a good thing.”

“Does Aleena know about this?”

“I was hoping we could both call her together.”

“Then let’s do it. Though, I don’t know what her reaction will be. Teletraan, mind calling up Aleena?”

“Sure thing,” answered Teletraan. After a few seconds, Aleena’s face popped up on the console.

“Optimus, what can I do for you?” asked Aleena.

“It’s about Blaster here,” explained Optimus. Blaster took over the conversation.

“Your Majesty, I want to move here and be a Mobian citizen. I’m in the process of revoking my Cybertronian Citizenship and…”

“Finally!” sighed Aleena.

“…Finally?”

“I was hoping we could have someone move here. A lot of senators don’t want to recognize Transformers as citizens unless they actively wanted to live here and pay taxes. Come by the Mobian Congressional Building the day after the funerals of Chromia and Arthur and I will personally make you a Mobian Citizen.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Blaster was smiling by then.

“Perfect,” sighed Optimus as the call ended. “Now, the next things are the funerals and that mystery hedgehog girl.”


The first funeral was for King Arthur. The mourners met in his tomb as they had arranged to have him reinterred there. Lancelot, Shadow, Gawain, and Knuckles bore Arthur’s body. Merlin then lowered him back into the coffin. “Hic jacet Arthurus,” pronounced Lancelot, “Rex quondam, Rexque futurus.” Everyone just stood there with their heads declined in respect for King Arthur, the former Monarch of England, and the Holy Roman Empire. After a respectful silence, Excalibur then spoke.

“In his new life, Arthur was wiser and learned from his mistakes of his previous one. He gave his life so that we may all live to read and learn from all stories. He touched the hearts of millions, may he continue to do so.” Optimus then came forward.

“When I met him, I was so sure he was just a story. He and his actions proved me wrong, and I have never been more grateful for that. In the short time I knew him, he taught me about of chivalry. I won’t ever forget him, as I’m sure no one else will forget. In pace requiescat.”

“In pace requiescat,” repeated the mourners. Lancelot then stepped forward to give one last prayer, straight from a book that gave him surety so long ago.

“Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ; who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working, whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself.” Sonic shut the lid once the funeral finished.

“Goodbye, Arthur,” he mumbled. “I’ll make sure to rule Mobius as you once ruled Camelot a long time ago.” Everyone then left Arthur’s tomb.


Chromia’s funeral was much like Ironhide’s. She was laid upon the same apparatus that would vaporize her body like it once did Ironhide’s. Optimus took his place at the podium. “Everyone,” he began, “we gather here to honor the death of Master Sergeant Chromia Teznark of Iacon. A devout Camien, a Wrecker warrior par excellence, a wife, a mother and friend, and a loving soul, Chromia will never be replaced. Like Ironhide, I won’t ask anyone to replace her. It would cheapen her life and I won’t do that. Chromia, you will be remembered, and we will dedicate our victories to you and the family you have reunited with in the After-spark. Rest in peace.” Optimus then nodded to Kup, Goldbug, and Jazz. They stepped forward, left a space between Jazz and Goldbug, and raised their weapons.

“Fire!” called Goldbug. They fired three times, then holstered their weapons and saluted. They then let Windblade perform a Camien Funerary Rite. She approached the body and placed her hand on Chromia’s.

“Chromia,” she said, “we once bared our Sparks to each other and bathed in their combined light, making the universe brighter. It is now dimmer without you, but I shall continue to keep our light alive. Rest well, my Amica Endura.” She stepped back and nodded to Optimus.

“When a Spark goes online, there is great joy. When one is extinguished, the universe weeps.” The Autobots then each took a phial of Innermost Energon and held it up to the sky.

“You flare. You flicker. You fade.” After the chant, the Autobots set their phials down and Windblade stepped up to the control panel.

“Goodbye my friend. …Rest in peace!” She pressed the button and Chromia’s body was vaporized after a few seconds. Windblade then started crying and Optimus hugged her, his own tears falling down.

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