Another month had passed for Orion\u2019s team. They were resting in a cave. Sonic and Amy slept in Jazz\u2019s backseat as he and Blackarachnia were snoozing vehicle mode. Orion couldn\u2019t sleep. He sat near the cave mouth and looked out at the pouring rain. As he sat, he sighed. He was then bathed in a spectral glow. The glow was welcoming as two figures appeared, a mech and a femme. The femme, the mother\u2019s Spark that resided in his axe, Blade Dancer, rested her hand on his shoulder. Her son, the Spark living as his gun, Pacemaker, looked out the cave as well. \u201cKind of peaceful somewhat,\u201d he mused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot for me,\u201d mumbled Orion. \u201cIt feels\u2026evil. Like all the good that exists on this planet is being washed away.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere\u2019s still some good around,\u201d replied Blade Dancer as she cast her optics on the sleeping bots and Hedgehogs. Orion smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYeah. \u2026You know, some people think I\u2019m the Last of the Primes that old prophecy spoke of.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe problem with that,\u201d remarked Pacemaker, \u201cis that you end up feeling like you don\u2019t have your own identity.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSometimes, things come back. That journey you two kickstarted for me, that\u2019s proof right there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat was a gamble of long odds, though,\u201d answered Blade Dancer. \u201cThere\u2019s never a guarantee of that working. But the eventual end, that\u2019s dead certain.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026Continue on this journey then?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s our only hope.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026That\u2019s a sad commentary in and of itself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe universe used to be a bigger place,\u201d sighed Pacemaker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe universe is still the same. \u2026There\u2019s just less in it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unicron\u2019s castle was also in the midst of a storm. Unicron idly looked out the window as his Terrorcons amused themselves in various ways, entertaining a guest. Unicron had a cup of tea in his hand as he observed the lightning flashing in the sky. The sound of footsteps coming up then snapped everyone out of their thoughts and activities. The person, a female badger in a weird outfit made of silver tape on her body, the former senator Josie \u201cSticks\u201d Beller, appeared. Lately, she had taken to calling herself Circuit Breaker. She pointed at Unicron and snarled. \u201cI won\u2019t be summoned like some mongrel!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cApparently, you can,\u201d remarked Unicron. \u201cI believe you know our other guest.\u201d Idly pointing to the other person, Unicron continued looking out the window. The guest was none other than Abraham Tower in his new persona. He was piloting the Cybertronian body as his own, much like Nemesis Prime. He waved and grinned at Circuit Breaker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAh, Commander Tower!\u201d hissed Circuit Breaker. \u201cAuditioning to join my team?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot yours. His.\u201d Tower pointed at Unicron. \u201cAnd I call myself Thunderwing now. How fared your fight with\u2026erm\u2026Alpha Trion and Vector Prime, I believe they called themselves?\u201d Unicron turned sharply to Thunderwing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy mention those names?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026I told you she was delayed by a fight,\u201d replied Thunderwing. \u201cThose were the names of his opponents.\u201d Unicron developed a rather fearful twitch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTwo of the most powerful\u2026and they slipped beneath my radar!\u201d he mumbled as he dropped his cup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEr, could someone tell the former Moebian Autobot Leader,\u201d called Nemesis, \u201cwho they are?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey\u2019re Primes,\u201d explained Crystal Widow. \u201cMembers of the original Thirteen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPrimes? Oh, that\u2019s easy. I\u2019ll just brick their connection to the Matrix.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, you cannot,\u201d rumbled Unicron. \u201cThat power I gave was made for mortal Primes, not Demigods like them!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDemigods?\u201d asked Thunderwing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat bauble in Orion and Rodimus\u2019 chest? That\u2019s just a taste of their power. Basically, people like them are the Matrix incarnate.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026A deal, then?\u201d Unicron arched his brow as he prepared a new cup of tea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026A deal?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAlpha Trion and Vector Prime serve us, and, in exchange, we let the two Matrix-bearers fight in the Unicron Games.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026Too risky. They\u2019re clever. No. We find another option. \u2026One that involves Rodimus Unicronus.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Standing outside a cave was a blue robot with jet kibble, the last Seeker on Mobius, Thundercracker. His charge, a red robot with compact car kibble, Cliffjumper, was breathing heavily. Thundercracker returned inside and gave Cliffjumper another ration of Energon. \u201cN..no!\u201d groaned Cliffjumper. \u201cYou\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou need it more than I do,\u201d remarked Thundercracker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut\u2026\u201d Cliffjumper\u2019s protestations were interrupted by light flashing into the cave. Thundercracker drew his sword as the two bots generating the light approached the cave. Soon, it was revealed to be the headlights of Bumblebee and Arcee as they and their Mobian companions, Knuckles and Rouge, approached the cave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThundercracker?!\u201d asked Bumblebee. \u201cOh, thank Primus, it\u2019s great to see a\u2026!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNOT ONE STEP CLOSER!\u201d shouted Thundercracker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHuh?\u201d asked Bumblebee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d quizzed Arcee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow do I know this isn\u2019t a trick?! Especially from Makeshift, you shorties!\u201d Arcee threw a tool at Thundercracker\u2019s head and Bumblebee grabbed him by the wings, lifted him into the air, and spun around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSHORTY?! CAN A SHORTY DO THIS?! WHAT ELSE D\u2019YOU WANNA CALL ME?! A HALF-PINT BEANSPROUT MIDGET?! I\u2019M STILL GROWING, YOU OVERSIZED TIN-FOIL TURKEY!\u201d He then released Thundercracker, and the poor Seeker flew into the cave wall. Bumblebee\u2019s rant was then interrupted by Cliffjumper groaning. \u201cOh, sweet Primus!\u201d Bumblebee took out a phial of refined Light Energon and handed it to Cliffjumper. The younger brother then greedily drank the contents and sighed in relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d bid Cliffjumper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere was no way fighting Unicron was easy,\u201d sympathized Bumblebee, \u201cespecially concerning the mental battle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCliffjumper told me about your story,\u201d groaned Thundercracker. \u201cYou lost your parents and tried to resurrect them only to lose your brother in the process, so you sacrificed your own body to save him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026I wouldn\u2019t exactly call it saving him,\u201d sighed Bumblebee. \u201cHe\u2019s just external armor held together by a Dark Spot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd any Energon I take in would only convert to Dark Energon,\u201d continued Cliffjumper. \u201cThat\u2019s why I was against you draining your own rations like that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t have any Light Energon on me,\u201d replied Thundercracker. His optics then rested on Arcee, Knuckles, and Rouge. \u201cHow do we know that one of them\u2019s not Makeshift? Heck, how do you know I\u2019M not Makeshift?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf you were, then Cliffjumper wouldn\u2019t have been fighting,\u201d replied Arcee. \u201cBesides, no Terrorcon would take in Light Energon, so Cliffjumper\u2019s safe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd the four of us already checked each other out,\u201d supplied Knuckles. \u201cWe\u2019re all good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank Primus,\u201d sighed Thundercracker. \u201cGuys, the situation\u2019s hopeless. We don\u2019t have a base, any resources, or any means of communication.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot yet, no,\u201d replied Rouge. Cliffjumper and Thundercracker looked at the bat like she had two heads. \u201cWe found something that may serve as a resistance base; a certain ship that crashed here when Unicron rose.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026The Weak Anthropic Principle<\/em>?\u201d asked Thundercracker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBingo,\u201d confirmed Arcee. \u201cWe\u2019re gathering a resistance group to fight against Unicron. You interested?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cA resistance group, you say?\u201d chuckled Cliffjumper. \u201cA change in the wind, says I! I\u2019m in!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo am I!\u201d affirmed Thundercracker. \u201cI\u2019m sick of skulking around in a cave!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen let\u2019s head out in the morning,\u201d declared Bumblebee. \u201cWe need to conserve our energy.\u201d No one argued, they were all dead tired. Cliffjumper was the most agreeable to rest as he had been fighting Unicron\u2019s mental influence for too long.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Another month had passed for Orion\u2019s team. They were resting in a cave. Sonic and Amy slept in Jazz\u2019s backseat as he and Blackarachnia were snoozing vehicle mode. Orion couldn\u2019t sleep. He sat near the cave mouth and looked out at the pouring rain. As he sat, he sighed. He was then bathed in a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":3043,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[98,663],"tags":[146,337],"class_list":["post-4039","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-transformers-mobian-chronicles","category-transformers-mobian-chronicles-arc-15-the-second-journey","tag-sonic","tag-transformers"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4039","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4039"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4039\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4040,"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4039\/revisions\/4040"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3043"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4039"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4039"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/samueljvinton.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4039"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}