\u201cStrika, this is LUNACY!\u201d Goldbug protested as the Thrashracons stared him and his team down. \u201cThe Decepticons devastated Cybertron!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe Decepticons ARE Cybertron!\u201d argued Strika. \u201cTo fight for one is to fight for the other! And to defy us\u2026is to court death!\u201d The Thrashracons opened fire and scattered everyone. The barrage lasted a good minute until Obsidian saw the soldiers running back to the oil reserve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJetstorm! Missile Spread! Pattern Delta! Target: Wing Bravo!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGot it!\u201d Jetstorm fired four missiles over the soldiers\u2019 heads, and they hit the oil reserve, causing a massive explosion. The Autobots looked back, and their optics widened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNice work, Jetstorm,\u201d praised Strika. \u201cThe Autobots failed to protect the reserve.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBu\u2026but that\u2026\u201d stammered Goldbug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOpen your eyes!\u201d shouted Strika as she swung her arm to the side. As she did, something shiny fell out of her arm and landed in the sand. As she explained herself, Cliffjumper inched towards it. \u201cWe got readings on the planet\u2019s Energon density! Did you really think we were THAT desperate for fuel?! No, that was just to draw you out! We had planned for someone high up in the Autobot command to come investigate our theft, but the Magnus himself\u2026oh that just put the icing on the metaphorical oil cake! This is no mere raid; this is your execution!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026Naaman\u2019s gonna kill us for this,\u201d gulped Goldbug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll spare him the effort.\u201d Strika extended one of her shovels and raised it above her head, only to see Cliffjumper examining the object that flew out of her arm. It was a ring of gold, human-sized. \u201c\u2026Pretty trinket, is it not?\u201d she scoffed. Then, the ring grew to fit a Transformer\u2019s hand! Strika goggled. \u201cWhat in\u2026?!\u201d She then grabbed Goldbug and held the shovel to his neck. \u201cThat ring is mine! Hand it over or the Magnus dies!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t listen to her!\u201d called Goldbug. \u201cIt\u2019s obviously important! Put it on!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you fragging dare!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026Sorry, but Goldbug\u2019s the boss here, not you!\u201d Cliffjumper then slipped the ring on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe pact has been sealed!\u201d called a young woman\u2019s voice. A lavender mist then surrounded the ring before flying away from it and forming into a young woman flying in the air. The woman had a pink ponytail curving upwards, had gray eyes, tan skin, pointed ears, a light amethyst sleeveless shirt, white shalwar pants, a pink belt, pink sandals, and jewelry on her wrists, arms, ears, neck, forehead, and a gold ring tied into her hair by a low bun. \u201cGreetings, Master Cliffjumper!\u201d called the woman. \u201cI am Shahra, Genie of the Ring! Master, what is thy wish?\u201d Cliffjumper was stunned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGenie!\u201d called Strika. \u201cI am your real master! Your ring was given to me by the Erazor Djinn! I order you to kill the Autobots and their organic pets!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEven if you WERE my master,\u201d replied Shahra, \u201cI could not grant that wish. Bound Genies do NOT kill! Besides, you don\u2019t wear the ring, Cliffjumper does!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShahra, was it?\u201d asked Cliffjumper. \u201cHere\u2019s MY wish! I wish for me, my fellow Autobots, and our allies to be back in the Shamaran Capital, right in front of the President\u2019s Mansion!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYour wish is my command!\u201d called Shahra. A variety of various-sized carpets then scooped the Autobots and their friends up and carried them away. The Thrashracons were stunned at what happened, standing still, and trying to process what just happened. Strika\u2019s face then contorted into one of fury as she finally understood the purpose of the ring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cERAZOR!\u201d she bellowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The team arrived in front of the President\u2019s Mansion and explained what happened to Naaman himself. Needless to say, he wasn\u2019t happy. \u201cSo, let me summarize what just happened, and correct me if I\u2019m wrong about this! Cliffjumper, you promised that the Decepticons wouldn\u2019t take one more quart of oil! After that, you were all duped into abandoning the reserve and the Decepticons torched the reserve, destroying Mobius\u2019 last bit of oil! Is that correct?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cY\u2026Yes, Mr. President,\u201d gulped Cliffjumper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGotta say, I\u2019m not happy! Now, if you were as open about your Energon refining techniques as you are with the other governments, I wouldn\u2019t be so livid!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSir, with all due respect, we have sent multiple invites for you to come to us so you can pick up all files related to Energon refinery,\u201d replied Goldbug. \u201cSince before the Unicron Games. Mr. Jabbar said he would give them to you when you weren\u2019t so busy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026I didn\u2019t get a single invite on my desk,\u201d remarked Naaman. He then pulled out his phone and called someone. \u201cMr. Jabbar, would you come and clear something up for me? \u2026Thank you.\u201d He then hung up. Mr. Jabbar, a male Mobian Sand Cat, arrived a minute later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat can I clear up for you, Sir?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe Autobots claimed that they have sent invitations to you about me retrieving Energon mining and refining for our purposes,\u201d explained the Shamaran President.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI have the logs to prove it,\u201d continued Cliffjumper. Mr. Jabbar then looked very nervous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026Those invitations,\u201d he said carefully, \u201cwould have introduced a potential\u2026disruptive element.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026What disruptive element?\u201d demanded Naaman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, the people who work in the oil business\u2026would lose their source of income. We\u2026need it as a\u2026primary reserve in case\u2026Chaos Fusion Drive power\u2026fails.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026You hid the invites on the orders of mere businessmen when you are meant to follow MINE?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOur economy can\u2019t support any backup sources of power that aren\u2019t oil! I was protecting Shamar\u2019s interests!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYeah?!\u201d By this point, Naaman was beyond anger, he was FURIOUS! \u201cWell, you are officially relieved of protecting Shamar\u2019s interests and the interests of those damn oil tycoons! You have exactly three minutes to clear your desk! You\u2019re FIRED!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut, the election!\u201d wailed Mr. Jabbar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou two, get him to his former office and make sure he\u2019s cleared EVERYTHING out!\u201d Naaman ordered two soldiers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSir, you\u2019re making a mistake!\u201d protested Mr. Jabbar as he was dragged away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAs for you,\u201d Naaman turned to the Autobots, \u201cI would like an invite given to me personally from one of you Autobots by tomorrow morning! We need that oil reserve replaced NOW!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI can replace it!\u201d offered Shahra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAh, yes, the Genie. \u2026You really used prayer mats of various sizes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt was all I could summon as a starting point.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShahra, would you be able to restore the reserve to before the Thrashracons stole all the oil they did?\u201d asked Cliffjumper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s well within the power of a Ring-Genie like me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen I wish for you to restore the reserve with all of its oil returned to the state it was before the Thrashracons stole what they did and converted it into Energon Cubes!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYour wish is granted!\u201d Shahra then raised her hands and golden sparkles flew in the direction of the reserve. Naaman then got a call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes? \u2026What?! All the damage?! \u2026The oil too?! \u2026Believe it or not, it WAS a Genie. \u2026I know it sounds crazy, but I swear it\u2019s the truth! \u2026Right, this SHOULD remain under wraps. \u2026Oh, yeah, there ARE magical people here. \u2026Right, we can convince them to take credit until the Genie is ready to be public. \u2026Right. \u2026Perfect. In the meantime, have your people prepare for the construction of an Energon Reserve. \u2026Inter-office politics prevented that. \u2026I knew I could count on you! Bye-bye!\u201d He hung up. \u201cWell, Autobots and Shahra, I\u2019m a grateful man. You have done Shamar a great service.\u201d He then departed and took his guards with him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, with all that,\u201d muttered Arcee, \u201cwe need to\u2026\u201d Goldbug\u2019s arm then fell limp. \u201c\u2026WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR ARM DURING THAT FIGHT?!\u201d She then pounced on Goldbug and started beating him with her tools.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHELP!\u201d wailed Goldbug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGOLDBUG MAGNUS, YOU CARELESS LITTLE JERK!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEr, should we\u2026?\u201d asked Shahra.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNah, this is normal flirting for them,\u201d replied Cliffjumper. He then called the base. \u201cTeletraan, we need a Ground Bridge back. We\u2019ve got some news that you guys NEED to hear.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cComing up,\u201d replied Teletraan. \u201cOh, and be prepared for new allies.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI was about to warn the same thing.\u201d Cliffjumper then turned to the squabblers as the Ground Bridge opened. \u201cHey! Guys! Ground Bridge! Arcee stopped beating on Goldbug for a minute as they both saw the Ground Bridge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026This isn\u2019t over!\u201d Arcee warned Goldbug. She then stormed into the Ground Bridge with a huff.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026You know, you SHOULD be a little more careful with your arm,\u201d advised Cliffjumper. \u201cThat being said, she SHOULD be a little more understanding. She WAS in that same battle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet\u2019s just go,\u201d grunted Goldbug. He, Cliffjumper, and their new Genie ally then entered the Ground Bridge and it closed behind them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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