Galvatron was grinning from ear to ear at Mr. Rozix\u2019 outburst. \u201cI wonder what Consortia Command\u2019s gonna say about you hiring a Renegade Gobot, hm?\u201d Mr. Rozix said nothing. Galvatron then turned to Ratchet. \u201cAnd the grain?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt was poisoned,\u201d reported Ratchet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPoisoned?\u201d asked Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYep. It\u2019s been impregnated with a virus. The virus turns nourishing foodstuffs into an inert material in the bloodstream. The more the organism eats, the more material builds up. It soon comes to a point where the organism can\u2019t get enough nourishment to survive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey starved to death,\u201d Galvatron summed up. \u201cIn a storage compartment full of grain, they starved to death.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, Crasher?\u201d asked Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026I have nothing to say,\u201d said the Crasher of that time. Optimus then brandished the Poozit in his hands and it screamed at her. \u201cAll right, I confess! I poisoned the grain! Take that thing away from me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd the Poozits had nothing to do with your plan?\u201d asked Galvatron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know! I never saw one before in my life and I hope I never see one of those miserable, fuzzy things again!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat can be arranged, Crasher!\u201d called Cy-Kill. \u201cReport to the Roguestar and wait for my arrival! I\u2019ll punish you once I finished here!\u201d Crasher vanished in a teleport beam.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCy-Kill, about that apology,\u201d remarked Galvatron as he picked up a Poozit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026You Renegades have two hours to get your ship out of Consortia territory!\u201d He brandished his Poozit, and it screamed at Cy-Kill. Cy-Kill and Cop-Tur then vanished in a teleport beam.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAfter the Renegade Roguestar left the system,\u201d continued Delmox, \u201chistory was almost back to normal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAlmost?\u201d asked Eenar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe matter of Optimus\u2019 memories,\u201d reminded Delmox. \u201cBefore I did, though, I needed to do something.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTo Delmox Prime, the greatest Prime of her time,\u201d said Optimus as he signed an autograph pad, \u201ckeep up the good fight, Orion Pax, AKA Optimus Prime.\u201d He handed the pad back to Delmox. \u201cA pity you have to do this, I would love to know what the future\u2019s like.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, trust me, Optimus,\u201d assured Delmox, \u201cno one ever forgets the name of Optimus Prime and Megatron, the Heroes of the Primacron Battles.\u201d Optimus grinned. Delmox then took out a silver rod and activated her shades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs that\u2026necessary?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, I just like Men in Black<\/em>.\u201d Optimus grinned again. She then flashed a light on the rod and Optimus\u2019 optics went dark before he collapsed onto the floor of his quarters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDelmox to Enterprise<\/em>,\u201d she called on her comms. \u201cOne to return.\u201d She vanished in a teleport beam as Megatron entered the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOptimus?\u201d he asked. He gently shook Optimus. His optics came back online, and he rubbed them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMust have dozed off,\u201d he mumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOptimus, you are a creature of curious habits, but I\u2019ve never known you to nap on the floor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe got our Crasher secured and informed her of her failed assassination attempt.\u201d Delmox was finishing her testimony. \u201cThe Great Infestation picked up a few days later and we learned how to activate the Diamond of Time by then.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo, you got Optimus\u2019 autograph?\u201d asked Ranzo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s right. Now, if you wish to put a letter of reprimand in my file for that, go ahead.\u201d Ranzo and Eenar looked at each other before turning to Burn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe testimony of the crew and their ship\u2019s logs,\u201d said Eenar, \u201cput the temporal incursion factor at 0.0097%, way better than the reports said.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo, we don\u2019t recommend prosecuting the crew of the Enterprise<\/em>,\u201d continued Ranzo. \u201cTo be frank, if I was there, I would have done the same thing if I saw Blackarachnia.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen this case is concluded, and no sentence is needed at this time,\u201d declared Burn. He banged his gavel. \u201cTrial adjourned.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThank you, Galaxy Convoy,\u201d said Delmox.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As they walked to the docking ports, Ranzo and Eenar spoke to Delmox. \u201cWe\u2019ll be giving you a copy of our report within the month,\u201d explained Ranzo. \u201cYou need to sign it and file it away.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut, as long as you avoid time travel,\u201d continued Eenar, \u201cyou won\u2019t hear from us anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon\u2019t worry, I intend to give time travel a wide berth from here on out,\u201d assured Delmox. \u201cThank you for understanding.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThank you for your cooperation,\u201d returned Ranzo. The two agents then shook hands with the Prime and returned to their ship. Delmox returned to the Enterprise<\/em> and found everyone at their stations, sans the Nebulan Twins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow\u2019d it go?\u201d asked Annus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe\u2019re cleared of wrongdoing,\u201d replied Delmox.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGood,\u201d sighed Sandra. \u201cGobotron\u2019s requested that we bring Crasher back for her trial.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTell them we\u2019re on our way, just need to drop off some\u2026cargo, as it were.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDid you tell them about what happened?\u201d asked Searchlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey didn\u2019t ask. \u2026I\u2019m open to suggestions on where to drop our cargo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere\u2019s a planet perfect for them,\u201d reported Annus. \u201cJust a light-year away. We beam them all down and they\u2019ll have a new habitat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDid any escape?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNope, we kept the doors sealed while we were docked.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the cargo bay, Crasher and the Nebulan Twins were leveling their blasters at the horde of screaming Poozits! \u201cThis is YOUR fault, you know!\u201d Mazzu growled at Crasher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMY fault?!\u201d argued Crasher. \u201cYou\u2019re the one who let a few get onboard!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf YOU hadn\u2019t time-traveled and just let it go already, we wouldn\u2019t HAVE Poozits on the ship!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou green-skinned morons! I ought to throttle you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cArkoom! Grazin Oom! Orgtagh!\u201d challenged Azzax. 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