Amy had let Stylor measure her for outfits that would show her status as a member of his House. \u201cI\u2019m surprised you could translate my measurements into Nebulan units,\u201d she giggled. \u201cThen again, I guess I\u2019m like a doll for you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHardly,\u201d assured Stylor. \u201cA doll\u2019s clothes are crudely made. I will not allow such crudeness on one my wife considers a sister.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou honor me with your words,\u201d thanked Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJust speaking the truth,\u201d replied Stylor. He then finished entering her measurements into his spreadsheet. \u201cThere, that ought to do it,\u201d he mused. \u201cAmy, trust me when I say, when it comes to keeping warm, NOTHING beats Samfa wool undergarments. If you ever change your mind about the earmuffs, I\u2019ll have them on hold for you.\u201d When he mentioned holding the earmuffs, the intercom buzzed and Trema\u2019s voice came through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStylor, sweetie,\u201d she called, \u201cI need to see you in the drawing room. Bring your tailor\u2019s kit. Make sure Amy does NOT listen in.\u201d Stylor and Amy looked at each other in confusion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOkay, what does she NOT want me to listen in on?\u201d asked Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI guess you will NEVER find out,\u201d chuckled Stylor as he picked up Amy and his tailor\u2019s kit. He place Amy on his shoulder and headed to the drawing room. Once they were at the door, he set her back down. \u201cYou will NOT wait here,\u201d he joked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cUnderstood,\u201d she replied. Stylor entered the room and shut the door. \u201cAudite,\u201d whispered Amy as she pointed to her ears. They tingled a bit and she could hear the conversation going on in the drawing room. Spasma was visiting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI want to be measured for a new dress,\u201d directed Spasma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026Now?\u201d asked Stylor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRight now,\u201d replied Spasma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy clothes are NOT cheap,\u201d warned Stylor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey\u2019re affordable,\u201d assured Spasma, \u201cwith my new Traboon salary.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWait,\u201d hissed Trema. \u201cI heard about what happened yesterday! You start a fight in the GEPHMR, then get promoted?! What kind of system is that?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI had to make it up to Zarak,\u201d answered Spasma. \u201cWhat with organizing a little invasion to assist our Decepticon allies.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cInvasion?\u201d repeated Stylor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat rock, Earth,\u201d replied Spasma. \u201cWait, no, it has a new name. What is it? Ah, yes, Mobius! The Decepticon Headmasters are going to invade it, suppress the population, strip mine it, and then use the resources to build up the Decepticon Empire.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think I have everything I need,\u201d finished Stylor. \u201cCould you tell me which dress style you would like?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNumber 8 would be splendid,\u201d answered Spasma. Amy had heard enough and ran for the Retranga<\/em>, where Natalie and Sira were spending some time together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sira and Natalie were dancing on the Retranga<\/em>\u2019s bridge, slowly and closely. If one listened closely, one could hear their skirts rustling against one another. No music was needed for their dance. As they danced, they got closer until their lips made contact. Their kiss reinvigorated their bond that they\u2019ve shared for ages. As they broke off the kiss, they curtsied to each other and headed arm-in-arm off to their quarters. As they walked, they heard hurried footsteps. \u201cIf that\u2019s not the sound of Amy\u2019s boots,\u201d mused Sira, \u201cthen I\u2019m not a Witch.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell, you are,\u201d replied Natalie, \u201cand that sound IS coming from Amy\u2019s boots. There she is now.\u201d Amy burst onto the bridge and looked panicked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGuys! We have to call the Autobots!\u201d she wailed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat?!\u201d yelped Sira.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere\u2019s an invasion of Mobius being planned!\u201d replied Amy as she jumped onto the Communications console. She used various spells to operate the console. \u201cThis is Amy Rose contacting the Autobots on Mobius! Optimus! Ratchet! Teletraan! Respond!\u201d Optimus and Teletraan\u2019s avatar came up on the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAmy!\u201d cheered Optimus. \u201cGood to hear from you again! We\u2019ve missed you here!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAre you ready to return?\u201d asked Teletraan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo! Far from it!\u201d countered Amy. She then told Optimus what she overheard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAn invasion?!\u201d yelped Optimus. \u201cWhy would the Nebulans invade Mobius?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cA demonstration of power,\u201d guessed Sira.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey don\u2019t have the resources!\u201d protested Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen why plan an invasion if they don\u2019t?\u201d quizzed Natalie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLadies,\u201d interjected Teletraan, \u201cis the Retranga<\/em> still at Trema\u2019s estate?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYeah, why?\u201d quizzed Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIn the Folassian Forest?\u201d continued Teletraan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201c\u2026Yes\u2026\u201d confirmed Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere\u2019s an Autobot stationed there,\u201d explained Teletraan. \u201cA Metrotitan by the name of Fortress Maximus with a partner named Cerebros who\u2019s the basis of all Headmasters. You have to find him! Convince him to stop this invasion!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe\u2019s right, we can\u2019t deal with an invasion,\u201d supplied Optimus. \u201cWe have enough trouble being harassed by Nemesis Prime!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe\u2019s back?!\u201d yelped Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd Nemesis Prime is\u2026?\u201d asked Sira.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHere\u2019s the summary,\u201d began Optimus. \u201cFrom an alternate reality where the Autobots are bad guys and Mobius, Moebius over there, is full of cowards trying to ruin the world. Evil Me landed, killed Evil Sonic and his \u2018friends\u2019 except for Evil Tails. Evil Me dies. Evil Tails wires himself into Evil Me\u2019s chest and uses Evil Me\u2019s body as his personal Mech suit. He commands the Evil Autobots and crossed over to our universe on Halloween one time, when we were celebrating our one year anniversary of our arrival on Mobius. We sent him back, but now he\u2019s here, commanding our Decepticons in Megatron\u2019s absence.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe\u2019ll stop the invasion, if not delay it,\u201d declared Amy. \u201cAmy out.\u201d The call ended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe Folassian Forest,\u201d cried Natalie, \u201cis large, even for Nebulans. We\u2019ll never find this Fortress Maximus in time!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe need to, at least, try!\u201d urged Amy. The instant she said that, the alarm rang. \u201cWHAT NOW!?!\u201d demanded Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAll inhabitants, report to Galen\u2019s room!\u201d called Trema\u2019s panicked voice. Amy, Sira, and Natalie turned into mist and flew towards Galen\u2019s room. His EMPTY room!<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere is he?!\u201d yelped Stylor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLook!\u201d called Amy. She pointed out a note. Trema picked it up and read it aloud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201c\u2018The Ministry of Science\u2019,\u201d she read \u201c\u2018feels that it cannot, in good conscience, let Galen die. We have taken him to Vorath to undergo the binary-bonding process. Do not attempt to intervene or Galen will die of the Disease.\u2019\u201d Trema snarled. \u201cThey had no right!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGalen\u2019s been kidnapped!\u201d guessed Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cVORATH, I ORDERED MEDICAL QUARANTINE!\u201d roared Galen as Vorath dragged him over to an operating table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe Disease is not something to be taken lightly,\u201d answered Vorath. \u201cI cannot let someone like you die.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI will not be binary-bonded to Recoil!\u201d struggled Galen. \u201cDo you hear?! I WILL NOT!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLord Zarak\u2019s orders,\u201d dismissed Vorath. \u201cNothing I can do.\u201d He turned to his subordinates. \u201cSedate him.\u201d Galen\u2019s neck was stuck with a needle and he fell into a deep sleep. \u201cLet\u2019s begin,\u201d chuckled Vorath. The process was a messy one, involving removing limbs, rearranging organs, and preparing nerve connections to the armor so he could still feel. Inside his mind, he was screaming for release. After what seemed like an eternity to him, his mind heard a voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI see they\u2019ve ignored your request,\u201d sighed the voice. It was masculine and deep yet caring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSTAY AWAY!\u201d roared Galen. \u201cI WILL NOT BOND WITH A DECEPTICON!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou haven\u2019t,\u201d assured the voice. Then, images flashed through his head. Images of Autobots receiving orders from him. Images of the Decepticons being defeated by him. Images of Recoil being destroyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe\u2019s\u2026dead?\u201d realized Galen. \u201cBut, then who\u2026Cerebros?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBingo,\u201d answered the voice. An Autobot that towered over him the same way normal Autobots tower over us stepped into view. He had a domed head and a visor over his optics and a grill on the front with the Autobot logo emblazoned proudly in the center. \u201cI trust I haven\u2019t put any stress to you?\u201d quizzed the bot, Cerebros.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cQuite the contrary,\u201d assured Galen, \u201cmy stress has gone down. However, I AM confused. Aren\u2019t you Fortress Maximus\u2019 Headmaster?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIndeed,\u201d answered Cerebros. \u201cHowever, we\u2019ve decided that we cannot let Zarak bring this planet into conflict. As such, I disguised myself as Recoil and underwent the process to let you be MY Headmaster. Now, you control not only a Metrotitan\u2019s Emissary, but the Metrotitan himself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut, why you?\u201d asked Galen. \u201cAren\u2019t you a pacifist?\u201d Cerebros sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRegretfully,\u201d answered Cerebros, \u201cmy ideals will only get me killed. Black Scar, Zarak\u2019s binary-bond partner, has risen again and is warping Nebulos through Zarak\u2019s desires. In light of this, I cannot, in good conscience, allow such barbaric practices to occur while I stand idly by. However, I do not possess the warrior\u2019s aptitude your people have. With your help, we may free Nebulos from the Decepticons. What say you?\u201d Galen thought for a moment, then made his decision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCerebros, we have a deal,\u201d he declared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After Amy, Sira, and Natalie told them about finding Fortress Maximus, Trema led them and Llyra through the Folassian Forest. They arrived at a massive city with weapons in rest mode. \u201cMighty Fortress!\u201d called Trema. \u201cThis planet needs you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFortress?\u201d asked Amy. \u201cThat\u2019s Fortress Maximus?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere is his smaller robot body?\u201d quizzed Sira, remembering Metroplex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot how it works,\u201d answered Trema. After a few seconds of waiting, there was a distinct rumble. Lights around the city flashed on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFortress Maximus,\u201d called a booming voice, \u201cheeds your words. Speak.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFortress Maximus,\u201d pleaded Trema, \u201cmy son has been kidnapped by Zarak and his minions! We need help!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know of his kidnapping,\u201d answered Fortress Maximus. \u201cI have sent Cerebros to intervene.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHas he succeeded?!\u201d asked Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour son is now a Headmaster,\u201d replied Fortress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201c\u2026What?\u201d she said weakly. She stumbled and managed to catch herself on a tree. \u201c\u2026Un mari\u2026\u201d (My baby) she whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s too far!\u201d snarled Llyra. She then stormed off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere are you going?\u201d asked Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTo get the materials needed for the Discommendation Ritual!\u201d answered Llyra. \u201cAfter which, Trema may safely take her revenge on my father and his cronies.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201c\u2026The Council may disagree with you,\u201d muttered Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019ve compiled a list of my father\u2019s crimes,\u201d growled Llyra, \u201cand have kept the Council up to date. They know of his dishonor. Originally, I wanted to prove to the Council that he could change, but I was mistaken to do so and believe such. My father and his minions are nothing more than honorless cowards and I will see to it that they are removed totally from Nebulan Society.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThus, they will have no family, no refuge, no resource,\u201d said Trema, explaining the consequences to her Witch Sisters. \u201cThey will be a pariah in Nebulan society.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSounds pleasant,\u201d muttered Amy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Amy had let Stylor measure her for outfits that would show her status as a member of his House. \u201cI\u2019m surprised you could translate my measurements into Nebulan units,\u201d she giggled. \u201cThen again, I guess I\u2019m like a doll for you.\u201d \u201cHardly,\u201d assured Stylor. \u201cA doll\u2019s clothes are crudely made. 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