Llyra and Trema were taking Amy clothes shopping the next day. Amy HAD considered using spells to shrink Nebulan dresses down to her size, but the shops had replicators that made a dress in her size. As she tried on each dress, she felt like a model on a runway. There were quite a few dresses she really like, so she got those. After Llyra and Trema both paid, they left the store with Amy on Trema\u2019s shoulder. \u201cI know you already told me this,\u201d remarked Amy, \u201cbut I never thought a warrior culture would bother with fashion.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEven warriors need to know how to look good,\u201d replied Llyra. Amy looked around and took in a breath, exhaling happily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI might need to make a home here,\u201d she sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMany an off-worlder has said so,\u201d mused Llyra, \u201cbut none have taken advantage of the opportunity.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, I\u2019M gonna see if\u2026do you hear that?\u201d quizzed Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe sound of metal against the ground in a footstep rhythm?\u201d replied Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe Headmasters in full Robot Mode?\u201d asked Llyra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cToo fast for them,\u201d countered Trema. \u201cThey\u2019re coming this way! Quick! Behind here!\u201d They all hid behind a fountain and peered over it to see who the footsteps belonged to. \u201c\u2026I don\u2019t believe it!\u201d whispered Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDark Oak?!\u201d gulped Llyra. \u201cDaddy?! Megatronus?! Wait, who\u2019s that blob in the flying chair?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s Dr. Eggman!\u201d whispered Amy. \u201cHe\u2019s a mad scientist conqueror from Mobius! Sonic\u2019s main enemy!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd I believe we already told you that the Megatronus you knew is gone,\u201d hissed Trema. \u201cThat creature calls himself Megatron, Lord of All Decepticons.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cToo much has changed!\u201d snarled Llyra. \u201cDaddy told me he had a summit going on, but with those three?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think he wants to assure Megatron of Nebulos\u2019 use in the Decepticon Empire,\u201d mused Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIn any event, Galen needs to find some way to halt this,\u201d urged Llyra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s his Council shift in two hours,\u201d guessed Trema. \u201cYou could get him to wrap the Council in endless debate on allowing any more Decepticons on our world.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI better do so now,\u201d affirmed Llyra as she brought out her communications tablet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m taking you back to my estate,\u201d Trema said to Amy. \u201cWe need to warn Sira and Natalie of Megatron\u2019s presence here and plan a method of destabilizing the whole thing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf we had dirt on them, that would help,\u201d sighed Amy. Llyra finished her call and returned to the two witches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGalen\u2019s got a plan,\u201d she reported. Trema then produced a bottle of Rock-rum. \u201cIn public?!\u201d yelped Llyra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf he succeeds, we can drink to his courage,\u201d answered Trema. \u201cIf not, we can still drink to his courage.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLord Megatron, I\u2019m mystified at your accusations!\u201d protested Zarak. \u201cThere is no trouble here!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh really?!\u201d snarled Megatron. \u201cAn Autobot sympathetic group on a world that\u2019s a member of the Decepticon Empire?! The leader of said group being released when your daughter whined about it?! The leader\u2019s mother having been involved?! That\u2019s not a recipe for trouble to you?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOur Headmasters are dealing with this issue!\u201d assured Zarak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAll I\u2019ve seen your vaunted Headmasters do,\u201d growled Dark Oak, \u201cis enjoy the delights of their power too much!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAfter a hard day\u2019s work, they deserve a little pleasure!\u201d argued Zarak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cZarak, I have never known you to be afraid of anyone,\u201d scoffed Megatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou dare insinuate that I\u2019m a coward?!\u201d roared Zarak. He then calmed down. \u201cYou know, you did that when you were a stuttering Autobot that couldn\u2019t pull the trigger when he had the chance. Perhaps that cowardice hasn\u2019t fully left you yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd yet, I have Dark Oak under my command after a little trouncing,\u201d replied Megatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMust you mention that?\u201d grumbled Dark Oak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGentlemen, please,\u201d called Eggman. All arguing stopped when Eggman spoke. \u201cLet\u2019s remember who the REAL enemy is,\u201d he continued. \u201cBesides, if they\u2019re really doing nothing against your administration, Zarak, then, by all logic, they won\u2019t do anything against your visitors.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026He raises a fair point,\u201d conceded Dark Oak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen we need to proceed with subtlety,\u201d declared Zarak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI highly doubt the presence of off-worlders screams subtle to anyone,\u201d snarked Megatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPerhaps,\u201d mused Zarak, \u201cbut I always have a plan.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A Nebulan woman set down her pad, stressed out over the events unfolding on her home world. Spasma was her name and she was a Rookeel that had a tendency to drown her sorrows in alcohol. She got up to get her preferred Drasma to ease her worries. \u201cThat no help,\u201d called a voice in her head, her binary-bond partner, Apeface.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt works for me!\u201d she hissed as she opened the bottle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt poison!\u201d argued Apeface.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI already have ONE voice in my head,\u201d snapped Spasma, \u201cI don\u2019t need another!!\u201d Apeface grunted, then silenced himself as Spasma downed the glass in one gulp. Drasma worked as something that wakes you up in the short term, but was still a depressant in the long run, lowering inhibitions. After the drink, she exited her office and proceeded down the hall to her chambers where her \u201clover\u201d usually waits. Her son, Benak, approached her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMother,\u201d he called tentatively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSpeak,\u201d she sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cL-Lord Zarak wants to talk to you,\u201d replied Benak. Spasma growled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIn the main hall,\u201d reported Benak. She then strode off to the main hall to see Zarak sitting in a chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMay I help you, My Lord?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou are aware of our alien visitors, correct?\u201d quizzed Zarak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou told all of us Headmasters,\u201d replied Spasma. \u201cMetarex, a human, and Megatron\u2019s retinue, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s about the Metarex\u2019s needs,\u201d answered Zarak. \u201cThey require Borzonite crystals to gain power.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s rare on this world,\u201d muttered Spasma, \u201cpractically nonexistent. My mines are exhausted.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026Regrettable,\u201d sighed Zarak. \u201cI will need a proposal in two days to help accommodate the Metarex. See to it at once.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, My Lord,\u201d confirmed Spasma as she knelt down. \u201cYou honor my house with your presence.\u201d She kissed Zarak\u2019s ring and Zarak departed. Spasma decided to forgo her tryst with her lover and returned to her office.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan\u2019t exactly help Metarex,\u201d mused Apeface. \u201cWe no have crystals.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m painfully aware of that!\u201d snapped Spasma. \u201cIf we don\u2019t\u2026if we don\u2019t\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026No!\u201d wailed Apeface. \u201cMe know your thoughts! Spasma, no!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSpasma, yes!\u201d declared Spasma. She then got her pad out and started writing up a draft.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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