TFP Mercy| Space Adventure Storyline| Playable Survival Game w Overlord Final Boss

by Emperor_Kumquat

Summary:

The War is over and Predaking works with his Predacon brethren at a spaceport welcoming bots back to Cybertron. Soon, he joins Bumblebee's mission to travel to other planets to bring back Autobots, Decepticons, and colonists in need. His adventure takes a dark turn when he meets the Decepticon general Overlord, a former gladiator who presents as calm and charming, but is perhaps the most dangerous Cybertronian alive.

Now, he has Predaking trapped on his planet with his other prisoners, forcing them to fight each other in an arena for his entertainment. Predaking desperately searches for a weakness in Overlord to try to help everyone escape. But is escaping enough? What will it take to defeat a Decepticon who cannot be damaged?

Notes:

• For TangentExpress.

Chapter 1: PART 1 (N)

Notes:

Neutral Path
✓✓ Checkmarks indicate big quality-boosting edits by the writer
Also edited by TangentExpress & Shira_Illustra

PART ONE GUIDED PLAYTHROUGH (video versions available on YouTube)

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Starscream tripped back into the throne, wings falling askew upon impact. Quaking uncontrollably, he lifted eyes as round as the moons in the sky. Large beastly shadows slid over Starscream and several yellow eyes locked onto him. 

Predaking stomped closer while his snarling brethren prowled up behind him. Starscream pressed himself into the throne and shrieked, wriggling about as though he had no means to defend himself. The shadows darkened over him, but still, he made no move to escape. A struggle did not come, despite how every Predacon claw itched to snatch his small leaping body. The missiles on Starscream's arms did not fire, allowing no dramatic blaze for Predaking to charge roaring through.

Closing the distance, Predaking scowled. His gaze flicked over Starscream’s puny grey form with parts so thin and brittle. How easily his neck could be snapped, wings ripped off, and innards penetrated by a single claw… Slowly, Predaking’s fingers spread and stretched for Starscream. 

“Please… do not… terminate me…” Starscream whimpered.

Predaking’s hand froze, sharp fingertips curling in.

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You chose to threaten Starscream

 

Predaking released a growling sigh, his claws closing into fists. When Predaking reeled back an arm, Starscream gasped and tried to scramble away. A punch ploughed into his small grey chest and crushed him against the throne, before withdrawing and letting him drop. The Decepticon sat back down, wheezing, while Skylynx and Darksteel widened their eyes and cocked their heads.

Strong fingers tightened around Starscream’s throat. Predaking swung him into the air and Starscream clung to his thick dark arm to relieve pressure off his neck. His kicks and squirms ended swiftly, leaving him hanging with bent legs. Helplessly, he stared into Predaking's stern yellow eyes.

“I have decided,” Predaking uttered. “I will spare your pathetic life. But… consider this your only warning.”

Starscream clucked.

“If you trouble us or anyone else again, we will come for you, and we will exterminate you,” Predaking growled.  “Do you understand?”

He slackened his hold slightly.

“Y-yes,” Starscream croaked.

“Anyone. If we so much as hear that you have been a nuisance to the Autobots, we will end you. You have only one chance, and it begins now.”

Predaking lifted his other hand and crooked a finger. Starscream's eyes tracked its approach, then he flinched as Predaking's claw dragged across his arm.

“I will never lose your trail.” Predaking raised his energon-stained fingertip to show Starscream. “There is nowhere you can hide from me.”

Predaking tossed Starscream behind him. Sliding, he came to a stop at the feet of the other Predacons. When he looked up, sharp beaks spread and snarled over him, sending him racing to the edge of the tower. With wings lowered and tight against his back, the Seeker stumbled before he leapt. For a moment, Starscream vanished, then he rose as a jet rushing into the waning night.

Skylynx's tail lashed as he watched Starscream shrink. Both Predacons kneaded the floor with their claws before transforming and whirling on Predaking.

“What? Is that all?” Skylynx huffed. “You did not even allow me and Darksteel the chance to decide how we should punish him!”

Darksteel muttered, “I wanted to tear one wing off him, at least.”

“No," Predaking answered. “We would have killed him with our combined might. Termination exceeds the bounds of justice."

Skylynx said, “Termination would have been merited, after he harassed and insulted us without considering the consequences.”

“Right.” Darksteel flexed his claws. “We should have shown him what a mistake it was to mess with us!"

The sound of the fleeing jet grew quieter. Predaking gazed at the still-warm beads of blood in his hand and rumbled, “If he has any intelligence, then the lesson has been learned. He will remember my threat and pester us no more."

“Here's hoping he's an idiot,” Darksteel grumbled under his breath. “I just want to sink my claws into him.”

Predaking cast him a stern glare. “You will not attack him without my permission. If or when he does transgress, I will decide his punishment."

"Tearing him limb from limb?” Skylynx blinked.

“Perhaps.”

All mouths closed. They stared off into the distance where all sight and sound of Starscream had disappeared. Then, the endless night broke as the warm light of the sun seeped into the sky. Fatigue crashed down on Predaking and he sighed, shutting his eyes for moment. When they reopened, they gleamed while facing a new morning, a new life, unbound by Decepticon rule. Futures unravelled before him now that he was no longer alone, now that he had new brethren to build a life with. He weighed the possibilities of where they could go, where they could live, and what they could achieve on this wide open world…

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You chose to live with the Autobots

 

Predaking proclaimed, “We will go to the Autobots.”

"What for?" Darksteel asked.

"If Starscream dares disobey my will, he will trouble the Autobots first. It may be best that we stay close to them in case of that event. In addition, if we aid the Autobots in repairing this war-torn planet, our species may find a place in their future society."

"Society?" Skylynx said. "How do you know that there will be such a thing?"

Predaking replied, "I overheard Vehicon discussion on the warship on the subject of what may occur if the War were won."

"But what do we want to do with society?" Darksteel twisted his face.

"We could make peace with the Autobots if they learn to respect us, not despise us."

"Who needs them though?" Darksteel countered. "We can do our own thing."

Skylynx nodded in agreement.

Predaking growled, "Imagine there is another doomsday event, or simply, another common enemy to defeat. Or, perhaps it would be beneficial for our kind to have more persuasion in the way the world moves forward. Now is the best time to propose a truce. Otherwise, vitriol may burn behind our backs and a horde of Autobots may later try to hunt us to extinction."

"Logical points," Skylynx said. "And indeed, now is the best time for the Autobots to accept us after what we just did for them."

“That big one you mauled will still hate you,” snickered Darksteel.

“That is fine.” Skylynx shrugged. "And the small blue and yellow one might run at the sight of you."

Darksteel cackled, "That'd be worth seeing!"

The Predacons transformed to beast mode and scanned the small scattered drops of Starscream's energon. After which, they launched from the tower and glided toward the Well of All Sparks. The rising sun warmed their sides and unveiled long stretches of silent, dusty plains. Just on the other side of them lay their destination, yet before they reached it, Predaking spared a thought for Starscream's whereabouts. Sensing his proximity to the Autobots, Predaking huffed and glared around the fields. He did not see him, but perhaps, the scrawny Seeker was tucked away behind the lonesome ruins of long gone homes. Walls and roofs spotted the land, only a few, small and insignificant in the shadow of the great tower. Suitable places for the likes of Starscream.

The plains passed and the deep black hole of the Well yawned like a giant mouth. Beside it, the Nemesis lay still and dead. No colourful spots of Autobot armour moved around the grey warship or upon the dreary land. Letting out a piercing shriek, Predaking announced their arrival to draw the Autobots out from the Nemesis. After the Predacons landed and transformed, a group led by the Prime marched outside and met them. Among them, Predaking was intrigued to find the red Decepticon—Knockout—if he wasn't mistaken.

Curious round gazes passed over the Predacons. Darksteel pursed his lips when the blue and yellow Autobot did not shake or cower. He stared at the Autobot, started to raise his hands and spread his claws, but Predaking stepped in front of him. Darksteel shuffled to peek around him while Skylynx stood by patiently.

Predaking's eyes locked with those of the Prime, his yellow widening when they saw no animosity in the blue. The Prime's eyes only displayed calm calculation as he tried to determine why they had come. There was no blatant distrust, no assumptions made; Optimus Prime nodded and asked, "Predacons, for what reason have you returned to us?”

Predaking raised his chin. "We seek to put aside our differences and past disputes. We have come to offer you our strength to be put toward the reconstruction of this planet."

“We will gladly accept your offer,” Optimus Prime answered. “If this War shall truly be considered over, we must make peace with former adversaries and rebuild our home as one. That said, I acknowledge that the damage to our planet was not caused by you three. Therefore, I find it admirable that you would volunteer to repair it."

Predaking puffed his chest and his brethren followed suit.

"However," the Prime continued. "There is one question I must ask. After the battle, we observed you three travelling in the same direction as Starscream. Some time has passed before you returned to us. Tell me, what has become of him?”

Predaking's brows rose, but he answered. “We pursued him to the uppermost level of a great tower and confronted him there. I threatened him and scanned his energon so that he will not dare trouble us again."

Darksteel huffed. Skylynx rolled his eyes. Predaking looked from them to the Prime, whose gaze softened from his words.

Optimus Prime responded, “I am pleased that you did not cause him serious harm. However, since you are able to track Starscream at this very moment, would it not be best to capture him, before he has the opportunity to endanger others or himself?”

Darksteel began, "Sounds right—"

Predaking inquired, “What would you do with him once he was in your custody?”

Optimus Prime replied, “He would face justice for his crimes and remain imprisoned for the safety of others.”

“Indefinitely?”

“I will advise that all future prisoners be enrolled in a rehabilitation program so that they may be readmitted to society at a later time. However, such a program has not been established yet.”

"Hmm," Skylynx hummed skeptically.

Predaking declared, “Although it was given to the likes of Starscream, I will honour my word. I told him that he would be granted one more chance. I recognize that this goes against your wishes, but should he commit a crime, then we will pursue him."

The Autobots gawked, but Predaking scowled back. He tensed his arms and clenched his fists. Behind him, foot claws curled and dragged across the ground with short metal shrieks.

"But that snivelling fool is not worth another moment of our time," Predaking said. Skylynx and Darksteel stopped moving. He continued, "We will take energon, then go to where we are needed."

The smaller Autobots looked beseechingly up at their leader to press the subject. Instead, the Prime welcomed the Predacons into the Nemesis, hushing his followers with just a steady gaze. Predaking gave a pleased nod and lumbered into the fallen warship with Skylynx and Darksteel trailing him. Inside a storage room, Optimus Prime handed him a cube of energon, which he ripped apart and divvied up among his brethren. Once it had been devoured, Predaking waited for instructions.

The Prime gently urged, "It would be the safest option for us all if Starscream were apprehended immediately."

Predaking's face twisted into a snarl. "I will not go back on my word."

"Don't we all know what Starscream is like?" the white Autobot cut in. "He will never change."

The other Autobots nodded grimly while even Knockout shrugged and pulled his mouth to the side.

A tiny blue Autobot spoke, voice tense and bitter. "Is it really going to take one more death before something is done about Starscream?"

Predaking glanced down at the bot shorter than his knee. He huffed dismissively and looked over her.

"Starscream is weak, manageable. You need not fear him," Predaking snapped. "And with us working alongside your faction, he would not dare act against you. He knows that we would do worse than capture him."

Optimus Prime frowned.

Predaking gestured at his brethren. "We Predacons will deal with Starscream my way, and you Autobots may feel free to deal with him your way. End of discussion. Now, tell us where we can lend our strength, before I reconsider my offer."

Skylynx and Darksteel rolled their eyes at each other, then half closed them wearily.

"Very well," Optimus Prime calmly conceded.

He looked to the round green Autobot, who stammered, "Uhhh... There are uh, two projects on the go. Both are equally important I guess so... it's up to you. One is building a landing site to welcome returning refugees and the other is restoring the capital cities. That would be Iacon and Kaon, but Iacon's closer to here, so I'd start you there..."

The green Autobot glanced at his comrades with clenched teeth. He swayed awkwardly until Predaking gave his decision.

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You chose to work on the landing site

 

“The landing site piques my interest,” Predaking said. “That is where we shall work.”

The green Autobot replied, “Uh okay, but that one is far from here, so you're gonna want a map…"

Predaking replied, “Nonsense. We only require verbal directions, for we Predacons are naturally adept at locating targets. Despite the distance from the tower, we had no difficulty relocating the Well of All Sparks."

Darksteel and Skylynx straightened up and slitted their eyes, attaining a snobbish air.

The shuffling green Autobot gave them his best description of how to reach a place called the Hydrax Plateau beyond the Sea of Rust. It lay east of the tower Darkmount—

"We will find it," Predaking interrupted.

He glimpsed the skeptical glances the Autobots cast each other. He tossed his head and stomped to the door. If they thought he would fail, he was eager to prove to them the impressive skills of his kind. With ease, Predaking led his brethren back outside. After transforming, he released a powerful screech and took off into the sky. Skylynx and Darksteel shrieked and rushed up behind him, their feathered wings pounding and yellow eyes squinted in determination.

The trio shot over the familiar dusty plains, eager to see new lands. Soaring at the head of their formation, Predaking began to imagine what the new Cybertronians would be like at the mysterious landing site. Would those Autobots and Decepticons be just as frustrating or abhorrent as those he had already met? Would it be worth gaining their respect, as his brethren had wondered? If the concept of society didn't work out, he figured, he could turn his back on it and disappear with his brethren into the wild. Let anyone just try to hunt them.

Predaking snapped to attention once they had passed the dark tower ominously shrouded by clouds. They turned in the direction Predaking believed to be east, flying until an umber line stretched across the horizon. Their wings beat faster, shooting the three Predacons into the vast new territory. A hot wind buffeted them and caught Predaking off-guard, shaking him in the air until he fought for stability.

Red and brown flakes flew high, slapped their eyes, and blinded them. Blinking, the Predacons dipped their heads and looked down. Small whirlwinds whipped over the ground, peeling off rust and carrying it away. Old bronze and black ruins reached to the sky like broken claws, crumbling and worn by the wind in some places, while jagged and sharp in others. The air was thick with small particles and little sunlight broke through the clouds, thick and yellow here.

Predaking pressed them on, fighting the unpredictable wind which blasted from every direction. Rising, falling, and swerving, he flew as straight as he could. Occasional patches of silver land gleamed despite the lack of sun, not truly gleaming, but simply striking against the filth. The widening of Predaking's eyes was as brief as the existence of those patches. More tornadoes of rust soon swept over them, covering them. He growled, squinting and searching around them. There was no break to the desolation in sight. No sun to guide them. Yet Predaking flew forth.

His wings flapped more heavily the longer they flew. When his brethren dropped behind, Predaking slowed down to stay with them. He glanced back their way, spying their sagging eyes. Predaking screeched then swung his head forward again, searching through the rust storm for a change of colour on the horizon. He strained to hear the sounds of construction, perhaps rolling vehicles and clanging metal, whatever it may be that would lead him to the site. There were the snaps of wing flaps, the howls of the wind, and one consistent high-pitched drone.

Predaking jolted. For so long, the drone had only been part of the wind. But it was right there. He was right there. Predaking curled back his neck and stared into the sky where Starscream flew above them. The jet bounced smoothly up and down, surfing the winds. Skylynx and Darksteel followed Predaking's gaze and shrieked curtly. All yellow eyes expanded before Starscream zipped away, shooting to the ground to transform and hop behind some ruins. Halting, the trio flapped in the air, stared at each other to confirm what they had seen, then broke off into indignant shrieks.

As the three Predacons dove through the rust storm, Starscream peeked out. First he posed to flee, but then he straightened up and crossed his arms behind his back. Despite his nervous twitches, he put on a sneer that seemed very eager to tell them something.

Predaking transformed, landing with a bang echoed by Skylynx and Darksteel.

“Why are you following us?” Predaking snapped.

Starscream's sneer grew. It vanished when Darksteel snarled, "Now can we tear him limb-from-limb?"

"Who said that I was following you?” Starscream drawled. “I was here first, so if we consider my perspective, it is the other way around…”

“You were right above us!” Skylynx snapped.

"Precisely," Predaking punctuated.

“A clever place to hide and watch your every move." Starscream uncrossed his arms and rubbed one of his palms with his fingers. "How could I be following you? It isn't as though I can track your energon.”

Predaking growled, “I sensed your proximity to the Autobots before. You are following us!"

Starscream sneered again. “Let us imagine, hypothetically, that I was following you—say, out of simple curiosity. What about this scenario bothers you, exactly? Surely I am incapable of causing you harm. Unless you are... concerned by my presence?”

“I will not tolerate your arrogance.”

“Would you prefer I treated you with kindness?” Starscream’s eyes shone. “I could do you a favour, if you might grant me one in the future. Since you are so clearly lost in the Sea of Rust, I could help you find the place you are looking for…”

Skylynx and Darksteel snapped their heads to Predaking.

“I do not require your assistance,” Predaking retorted. "I most certainly won't make any deals with you."

"Perhaps we..." Skylynx began, shaking a sheet of rust off his wings.

“The Autobots started a construction project near here,” Starscream continued. “Hmm. Could it be that you are on your way there to assist them? I find it unlikely you would retrace your steps if you were only exploring, and since I am not your primary interest… Pardon me for prying, but would you like to know how to get to the Hydrax Plateau?”

“I want nothing from you." Predaking turned his back on him and stomped off to leave. “Nor will I fall for your tricks.”

When Starscream spoke, Predaking glared at him from the corner of his eye.

“Unless you want to wind up in the Acid Wastes, adjust your course,” Starscream remarked in a bored tone, although his eyes were sharply focused. “The Hydrax Plateau is that way…”

Starscream pointed and Predaking could not resist peeking, although he pretended he hadn't. Shame crept up on him when Skylynx and Darksteel stared openly at Starscream's finger. Predaking grunted, transformed, and flew away just slightly off-course, only adjusting his route once Starscream was further away. He could let his brethren believe he had guided them unassisted.

Predaking's jaw dropped when the umber horizon broke, turning silver. Winds calming, all flakes of rust fell behind. Then, the clanging Predaking had strained to hear before now reached him and guided him toward a construction site bustling with purple bodies. Only the barest frame of a building stood, but around it shone a perfectly polished silver ground crossed by artistic swirls. Compared to the previous wasteland, the landing site of the Hydrax Plateau resembled a marvellous tapestry laid upon the land.

Now, to see what they could accomplish here.

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END PART 1

Continue to Part 2 (N)

Notes:

Art:
Predacon shadows: Simply0Spidey (Ko-Fi)
Starscream on the throne: Emperor Kumquat
Collecting Starscream's energon, the dawn choice: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Predaking talks to Skylynx and Darksteel: artificialangel22 (Tumblr, Instagram)
Dawn ruins: ARTificial Absinthe (Tumblr)
The Autobots and Knockout gather: chaos_birdie (Instagram and X)
Rust hitting their eyes, Starscream spotted behind them: Gelu the babosa (Tumblr)
The Sea of Rust: ARTificial Absinthe (Tumblr)
Starscream in the Sea of Rust: skiel-infinity (Tumblr)
Starscream gives directions, the Hydrax Plateau: artificialangel22 (Tumblr, Instagram)
Leaving Starscream in the Sea of Rust: tinyshinyfeathers (YouTube, [email protected])

Chapter 2: PART 1 (OA)

Notes:

One Attack Path
✓ Checkmarks indicate big quality-boosting edits by the writer
Edited by TangentExpress & Shira_Illustra

PART ONE GUIDED PLAYTHROUGH (video versions available on YouTube)

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Starscream tripped back into the throne, wings falling askew upon impact. Quaking uncontrollably, he lifted eyes as round as the moons in the sky. Large beastly shadows slid over Starscream and several yellow eyes locked onto him. 

Predaking stomped closer while his snarling brethren prowled up behind him. Starscream pressed himself into the throne and shrieked, wriggling about as though he had no means to defend himself. The shadows darkened over him, but still, he made no move to escape. A struggle did not come, despite how every Predacon claw itched to snatch his small leaping body. The missiles on Starscream's arms did not fire, allowing no dramatic blaze for Predaking to charge roaring through.

Closing the distance, Predaking scowled. His gaze flicked over Starscream’s puny grey form with parts so thin and brittle. How easily his neck could be snapped, wings ripped off, and innards penetrated by a single claw… Slowly, Predaking’s fingers spread and stretched for Starscream. 

“Please… do not… terminate me…” Starscream whimpered.

Predaking’s hand froze, sharp fingertips curling in.

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You chose to attack Starscream

 

Flicking out his claws, Predaking lunged. Starscream leapt to the side, only to be snatched by his ankles. Predaking threw his scrawny body over his shoulder before whipping him at the throne. As Starscream struck it with a shriek, Predaking transformed to beast mode and prowled closer. Skylynx and Darksteel crept out of his way, but peeked around him waiting for their own opportunity to strike.

Starscream had no chance to raise his dazed head. Predaking’s claws pierced his wings and dragged him off the throne. Yowling, Starscream thrashed and scraped his fingers against the floor and each step of the dais. At the bottom, Predaking crushed him underfoot and felt his shivers tremble up his arm. Hot energon began to ooze around his claw tips. Pleas poured from Starscream, but Predaking raked his other set of claws across his right wing. Starscream screeched just to choke when Predaking clamped his jaws on his left wing. 

Skylynx and Darksteel paced rapid circles around them. Desperately, Starscream clawed the metal floor and wailed to no caring ears. Predaking drew back his face, energon trickling out between his teeth. His spark pounded in his broad chest and his own body began to quiver. Slowly, Predaking slid his teeth up the same wing, ignoring Starscream’s cries and his fists banging the floor. He crunched Starscream’s wing again, denting it with a second half ring mark.

Predaking pulled back to survey the damage. Starscream's back was washed in blue blood, but he still had the strength to squirm and whimper. His arms flopped, the red missiles upon them suddenly catching Predaking's eye. Tightening his grip on Starscream, he plucked both off his arms with his teeth. As the missiles rolled away, Starscream didn’t even cast them a glance. It was as though he’d forgotten they existed.

Flipping Starscream onto his back, Predaking saw his face again and growled. Fear poured from Starscream’s huge eyes, helpless and beseeching. The swift pat-pat-pat of the Seeker's spark vibrated against Predaking’s palm. Starscream's mouth flapped, barely able to beg in his sheer terror. Predaking's eyes narrowed as the metallic scent of energon tickled his sensors. The scent became sweet, urging him to continue.

Starscream wept, “No, no…”

Skylynx’s and Darksteel’s faces crowded in.

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You chose to let Starscream go after his punishment

 

As tempting as it was to tear Starscream to pieces, Predaking believed he had inflicted enough punishment. If he stopped now, Starscream would survive but bear the scars of this lesson.

Predaking transformed and plucked Starscream off the ground by his neck. He set Starscream onto his shaky feet, just for him to collapse to his knees as soon as he was let go. Wings drooping, Starscream craned his neck to show Predaking his round, pitiful eyes.

Predaking snapped, “You are pathetic. Stand.”

Quaking, Starscream stayed rooted to the floor.

“Get up,” Predaking snarled. “I am letting you go.”

Starscream wobbled, cringing as he stood up.

“This punishment will suffice,” Predaking uttered. “But consider this your only warning. With your spilt energon, we will be able to track you. If you cause us or anyone else any more trouble, you can expect another punishment worse than this. Next time—and with you, I do expect a next time—”

Starscream whimpered.

“—Skylynx and Darksteel may do with you as they please. You suffered at the hands of one Predacon. Now, consider two tearing into you at once.”

Starscream nodded weakly. Wrapping his arms around himself, he slunk to the edge of the tower under the glaring eyes of every Predacon. After stepping over the edge, he vanished, then rose and rushed away as a jet into the waning night.

Both Skylynx and Darksteel transformed before whirling on Predaking.

“What?” Darksteel cried. “You didn’t even let us claw him!”

Predaking glared after Starscream’s shrinking form. “Had we continued, we would have gone too far. He has paid for his crimes; you bore witness to it.”

Darksteel grumbled, “I just wanted to take part, have a bite at least. I was gonna take a little piece of him to keep as a souvenir.”

Skylynx sighed, “Considering that this is Starscream, I am sure we will get our chance in a few solar cycles.”

“Heh heh, then we’ll get to kill him!” Darksteel grinned.

Predaking growled, “I spoke harshly to frighten him. Do not terminate him without my permission. We will match his punishment to the severity of his crime.”

His brethren dropped their shoulders.

“Very well,” Skylynx muttered.

“Here's hoping he's an idiot,” Darksteel grumbled under his breath.

All mouths closed. They stared off into the distance where all sight and sound of Starscream had disappeared. Then, the endless night broke as the warm light of the sun seeped into the sky. Fatigue crashed down on Predaking and he sighed, shutting his eyes for moment. When they reopened, they gleamed while facing a new morning, a new life, unbound by Decepticon rule. Futures unravelled before him now that he was no longer alone, now that he had new brethren to build a life with. He weighed the possibilities of where they could go, where they could live, and what they could achieve on this wide open world…

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You chose to live with the Autobots

 

Predaking proclaimed, “We will go to the Autobots.”

"What for?" Darksteel asked.

"If Starscream dares disobey my will, he will trouble the Autobots first. It may be best that we stay close to them in case of that event. In addition, if we aid the Autobots in repairing this war-torn planet, our species may find a place in their future society."

"Society?" Skylynx said. "How do you know that there will be such a thing?"

Predaking replied, "I overheard Vehicon discussion on the warship on the subject of what may occur if the War were won."

"But what do we want to do with society?" Darksteel twisted his face.

"We could make peace with the Autobots if they learn to respect us, not despise us."

"Who needs them though?" Darksteel countered. "We can do our own thing."

Skylynx nodded in agreement.

Predaking growled, "Imagine there is another doomsday event, or simply, another common enemy to defeat. Or, perhaps it would be beneficial for our kind to have more persuasion in the way the world moves forward. Now is the best time to propose a truce. Otherwise, vitriol may burn behind our backs and a horde of Autobots may later try to hunt us to extinction."

"Logical points," Skylynx said. "And indeed, now is the best time for the Autobots to accept us after what we just did for them."

“That big one you mauled will still hate you,” snickered Darksteel.

“That is fine.” Skylynx shrugged. "And the small blue and yellow one might run at the sight of you."

Darksteel cackled, "That'd be worth seeing!"

All three Predacons transformed and scanned Starscream's spilt blood before leaving, though with any luck, they would never see him again. The night sky was peaceful in the jet’s absence, filled with only the sound of gentle wing flaps. Before the sun had peeked over the horizon, however, Predaking checked Starscream’s location just to be sure that he was truly far gone. A growl exited Predaking’s throat, and when Skylynx and Darksteel copied him, he knew they had understood his discovery.

Starscream was nearby; ahead of them, to be precise.

Is that snivelling bot truly so foolish to try targeting the Autobots immediately after being spared?

The Predacons touched down on a hill to speak.

“He is already getting into trouble!” Darksteel proclaimed. “Let’s rip him to shreds!”

“He is certainly not heading there to join them,” Skylynx said. “I bet he intends to steal something from them!”

“Like a weapon or something?” Darksteel suggested. “To fight us off?”

"Your assumptions may be correct," Predaking snarled.

Rage boiled anew within him. Starscream had been lucky to receive the chance he'd been given, but instead of feeling gratitude, he had instantly betrayed him.

“Make haste,” Predaking barked.

The Predacons transformed and sped off after Starscream. When they neared his location, Predaking squinted into the ruins and imagined the scrawny traitor crouched in the shadows, peering up at the sky with beady red eyes. Seconds later, the image became reality and a jet burst from the cover of a crumbling building.

He was checking to see if we were following him!

Starscream shot by underneath them. All three Predacons shrieked and roared before launching into pursuit. The sheer fury of the Predacons kept them chasing Starscream for the rest of the night and well past dawn. The Seeker would tear off far ahead, hide and watch the sky, and the moment the Predacons came close, he would flee again.

If Starscream believes he can exhaust us, he is wrong. He is wounded and will tire before we do.

Everywhere Starscream stopped, he spilled more and more drops of blood. By now, Starscream had drifted so far from the Autobots that it appeared he had abandoned his scheme altogether, though that choice would not spare him. When the sun reached its peak in the sky, the Predacons found Starscream sitting near an entrance into Darkmount. He sprang to his feet once he saw them, now poised to run through the open door.

In the mood to yell, Predaking transformed and stomped up to Starscream. The Seeker gasped and scuttled back, but he did not yet flee.

“Why are you pursuing me?” Starscream cried. “You swore that you would leave me in peace, and I have not yet done anything!”

“Precisely. Yet.” Predaking stopped to give Starscream a false sense of security: that too was why he had chosen to approach in bot mode, though Starscream remained outside of grabbing range. “You were heading to the Autobots.”

Predaking’s eyes swept over him and gathered information. Blood leaked heavily from Starscream’s wings, his knees quaked, he slumped, and he ventilated hard. Starscream was exhausted and wouldn't be able to fly for much longer, yet he was alert enough to skip back when Predaking snuck in a few more steps.

“That is hardly fair,” Starscream whined. “You did not know my intentions…!”

“And what were these ‘intentions’?”

“I implore you not to be so swift to judge,” Starscream gulped. “If Shockwave lives, I doubt he would welcome me back. As one wanted by the Autobots and rejected by Megatron himself, there is nowhere for me to turn! If I must survive on my own, I require a few basic supplies from the warship—nothing the Autobots would miss!”

Predaking narrowed his eyes and Starscream shrank.

“S-such as a basic medical k-kit…” His lacerated wings fell to his sides and he looked just as helpless and miserable as before. “Surely you would not punish me for that?”

“You would not have only taken that,” Predaking uttered. “No, I know you must have planned to take something else…”

Starscream backed deeper into the entrance. “No! Not after your threat, an-and there is nothing that could stand against your might!”

“Is that the truth, Starscream?” Predaking growled. “I now recall not a weapon, but a set of armour that my teeth could not pierce. Did you believe that it would protect you from us?”

“N-no!”

Skylynx smirked, “Invincible armour. Yes, that sounds exactly like what he was going for.”

“I have done nothing!” Starscream choked. “Had I done it, then you would have reason to be upset, but i-is it fair to punish me for a crime you only believe I would have committed? I-if you are so concerned, c-could you not fetch the supplies for me?”

“He was going to steal the armour!” Darksteel snapped. “We all know it, and he will do it the moment we aren’t around! He should have never been given a chance in the first place!”

“That’s not true!” Starscream wailed. "I never intended to take the armour!"

---

You chose to give Starscream supplies

 

Predaking raised his arm to symbolically block Skylynx and Darksteel, spreading his fingers in a gesture to wait. Shoulders tensed, his brethren gawked at him incredulously. Predaking shot back a glare that demanded obedience.

“Very well,” he muttered to Starscream. “If that is all you ask, then we will fetch your supplies. Because you have done nothing wrong this time, you shall not be punished.”

Relief hit Starscream so suddenly that he nearly sank to the floor. He sighed, his widened eyes shrinking to a normal size.

“Just… don’t tell them who it’s for,” Starscream breathed. “Otherwise, they will never grant you those supplies.”

“We may have to,” Predaking rumbled. “We intend to stay with the Autobots and aid them with their reconstruction efforts.”

“So you saw what they are up to.” Starscream straightened. “But why would you allow them to command you like lowly Vehicon troopers? Especially since they were your former enemies…”

“No one commands me,” Predaking growled. “I do as I please and I can leave whenever I choose. We will do this to establish a mutually beneficial relationship between your species and Predaconkind. I certainly hold no fondness in my spark for them.”

“Hmm. Regardless, if you insist that I keep my distance from the Autobots, you will need to procure those supplies for me,” Starscream said. “Although, you are making this more difficult than it has to be.”

Predaking noticed that the longer he spoke with Starscream, the more his anger dissipated. This was their first conversation wherein Starscream neither whined nor insulted him in his typical screechy manner. Yet it was Starscream’s nonchalance despite the shredded state of his wings that surprised him most. Predaking never would have forgiven anyone who had torn his own wings, but Starscream behaved as though such injury to his person was a regular occurrence.

I suppose he is willing to align himself with whomever can provide him benefits—even those who once wounded him.

Predaking felt a touch of pity for the Seeker.

“List what you require,” Predaking answered.

Starscream considered briefly before he made his reply. “Ultimately, I will need an energon processor and a basic medical kit, but do not ask for these items specifically. It wouldn’t do to approach the Autobots with such a clear list of demands; they would determine that someone else put you up to the task. So, tell them that while you will provide your services, you will be living apart from them thus will require all the supplies one needs to survive on one’s own. I am sure there is some truth to that, so this will lend credibility to your claim. The Autobots should know what to provide you, though be sure to ask for extra of every item—“in case something malfunctions”, of course. There. That should be enough to cover both your needs and mine.”

Predaking blinked in wonder, then hid that he was impressed.

“Hm," Predaking nodded. "I believe that this story will divert their suspicions. I can manage this task."

Starscream pretended to examine his fingers. “You know, I truly would not have taken the Apex Armour to protect myself from you. It would have been impractical. I’d have been stripped of my flight capabilities, allowing you to easily apprehend me. True, the armour is impenetrable—but I could not have worn it forever, for I would have had to refuel eventually."

“You are not to go anywhere near their weapons or armour,” Predaking warned him. “Had you stolen something today, be it the Apex Armour or some other device, I would not have forgiven you.”

“I was merely informing you,” Starscream sulked. “I don’t want to be accused and punished for actions you assume I considered taking.”

“And I was informing you what actions I deem unforgivable so there will be no misunderstandings.”

“Noted...” Starscream flicked his wings impatiently. "So, are we agreed then? You will collect the supplies I require?"

“Yes,” Predaking responded. “But you must remain here.”

---

When the Predacons returned to the Nemesis past midday, Predaking drew the Autobots out from the warship with a screech. A few of them seemed to be missing, but the red Decepticon—Knockout, was it?—shuffled out with them. They acknowledged the Predacons with weak voices while their wide eyes hardly looked at them. Predaking raised his brows, wondering what could have happened.

“Where is the Prime?” Predaking asked.

The hurt in their eyes deepened. Then, the tiniest Autobot murmured, “Optimus returned the Allspark to the Core… so that Cybertron may once again produce life. But he sacrificed his spark to do so…”

The word Allspark gave him chills. Though Predaking had fought the Prime in the past, this deed filled him with awe.

Will there be more Predacons? he then thought.

After informing the Autobots that he and his brethren were there to help rebuild Cybertron, he repeated Starscream's script. Without protest, the Autobots led the Predacons inside the warship and rooted through storage for their supplies. It was hard to believe that the bots who had killed the Predacon clones on Earth could be so generous, but Predaking attributed their willingness to fatigue and a desire to send them quickly on their way.

The black and yellow Autobot explained the use of energon processors and various medical tools. Before departing, Predaking announced, “We will establish a place for ourselves, then return to discuss volunteer opportunities.”

Only Predaking understood Darksteel’s huff that meant, Do we really have to?

They did. At first Predaking thought it was only to honour his word, but when they found Starscream waiting for them in the same spot, Predaking’s attitude shifted to something more amicable. When Starscream spotted the Predacons with his supplies in their claws, he sprang to his feet with a pleased smile.

Predaking transformed. “This is what they gave us.”

One large energon processor and a medical kit was set before Starscream. The Seeker examined the contents of the kit and hmm'ed at the processor. “This will do.”

Starscream tried to look composed, but his sagged shoulders betrayed his relief again.

“No more excuses.” Predaking pointed a sharp claw at him. “We have fulfilled your list of demands. Do not dare go near the Autobots again.”

Starscream clung to one of the tools from the medical kit and drawled, “I suppose if I needed anything more, I could rely on you to obtain it for me… couldn’t I?”

“Do not push your luck. We are not your servants.”

“That was not my implication.” Starscream waved his hand airily.

The Seeker remained standing, still grasping the tool without using it. He didn't want the Predacons to see him tending to his injuries.

“We will check on you periodically,” Predaking concluded.

“I assumed as much.”

Predaking soared away, wondering to himself where Starscream would go and what he would do. Surely the Seeker would become lonesome, but Predaking reminded himself not to care. After all, it was Starscream’s own fault for being so untrustworthy and winding up in his current situation.

---

 

With the matter of Starscream settled, the Predacons took their time returning to the Autobots. First, they tested their energon processors, filling them with energon from dirty pools. Predaking kneaded the ground with his claws until the energon was filtered, then he drank it all, leaving none for the others. Skylynx and Darksteel frowned, but Predaking had desperately needed it.

The processors were filled again. After waiting and prowling around the area, Skylynx and Darksteel refuelled themselves. Only then, they all headed back to the Nemesis, hiding their supplies from the Autobots.

Predaking shrieked once again to get the Autobots’ attention. Some of them exited the Nemesis more slowly than last time, and with eyes hollow from shock and mourning. 

“We have returned,” Predaking announced. 

Their lack of awe disappointed him. The black and yellow Autobot, the small blue one, and the round green one stared at him as though they had forgotten why the Predacons had come.

He pressed, “Tell us where we shall be stationed to help with the reconstruction of this planet.”

The black and yellow Autobot exhaled, “At the moment, we are working on two projects: building a landing site to welcome back returning Cybertronians and rebuilding the major cities of Iacon and Kaon. You would be a great help to either project… So it's up to you where you want to go.”

The first option may provide opportunities to meet more bots, Predaking reflected, whereas the second option may allow him to see and learn more about Cybertron. After a pause, Predaking gave his answer to the round-eyed Autobot with the gentle voice.

---

END PART 1

Continue to Part 2 (OA)

Notes:

Art:
Predacon shadows: Simply0Spidey (Ko-Fi)
Starscream on the throne, Predaking pins Starscream: Emperor Kumquat
Pitiful sitting Starscream, Starscream in the Darkmount halls: EmmaWolves2020 (DeviantArt, Instagram, Tumblr)
Slinking Starscream: gelu the babosa (Tumblr)
The dawn choice: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 3: PART 2 (N)

Notes:

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Edited by TangentExpress & Shira_Illustra

This is the theme of the Space Adventure Storyline that plays more than once in this game. The first time you will hear it is during the Vehicon's story, and the last time it is played is in the final chapter. Please consider playing this song when you reach the story of the Campaigns in this chapter!

Bittersweet (Lucjo)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTZPXB6hpNY

Where are those Autobots?

An entire workday passed without any of them showing up to lend a hand. Predaking slammed down a stack of beams and stretched his back, feeling a pull on his thin wounds from last night's battle. Pausing, his upturned eyes lingered on the orange now bleeding into the sky.

"You want to go flying again?" Darksteel asked.

Predaking straightened and turned to Darksteel as he dropped his own load.

"We have flown enough for this cycle," he answered.

"Yeah... to be honest, I'm wiped out."

Skylynx strolled up behind him and nodded. Predaking exhaled, relieved he wasn't alone in this shameful fatigue after so much battle, travel, and labour.

"The Autobots have not come," Predaking muttered.

Skylynx said, "They have a long journey without wings."

"They better be here tomorrow."

The Predacons turned their gazes on the nearby Vehicons, who snapped their heads back forward.

"What's next?" Darksteel asked.

"Uhh..." a Vehicon stammered, looking at the setting sun. "You could... You could do one more load of what you just did. Then we'll rest for the night."

He shuffled off into a line of other Vehicons ascending the scaffolding of the building under construction. Darksteel knocked on one of the beams of the metal frame before wandering off to the supply pile. Upon the smooth silver field lay a mountain of materials, dumped by massive trucks driven by more Vehicons. The Predacons and Vehicons had picked at it all day, most of the heavy-lifting naturally allocated to the Predacons while the Vehicons focused on bolting and welding. Always scrambling out of the way of marching Predacon legs, the Vehicons had kept a shy distance. When asked for instructions, they mumbled, looked around, or rubbed their heads.

Not long after their initial arrival, Darksteel had inquired, "Are they clones like us, but made from the same... fossil or something?"

"I suppose they are..." Predaking replied. He had never given their origin much thought. Drones he had thought they were, but no, they couldn't be. He had heard their conversations on the Nemesis rooftop, and for the rest of the day, caught their whispers around the construction site while they peeked at the Predacons.

Gradually, Predaking's spark sank as it came to terms with a new feeling of guilt. He had massacred Vehicons during his rampage onboard the warship. Yet perhaps, the clone troopers with no rank or sway had played no part in the scheme to murder his brethren on Earth. A frown stretched toward his chin. With a gentler gaze, Predaking watched the Vehicons at work as he carried his last load.

When the sun vanished and stars began to poke through the sky, the machines quieted. A crane turned into a tall dark statue as its Vehicon operator climbed down the ladder. Every worker descended the building, dropping their tools into a pile outside, before rummaging for something on the first floor. All three Predacons watched with lifted brows as the Vehicons carted out barrels into the landing zone, sat in scattered groups around them, and filled up cups with sweet glowing energon.

A tickle of thirst in his throat drew Predaking to the Vehicons. He crept closer to one group as they tilted back their heads, pouring energon through straws into the slits of their faces. At the thud of Predaking’s footfalls, they froze and gripped their cups tight.

“May I?” Predaking mumbled.

The Vehicons melted and gazed at one another. A cup was filled and passed hand to hand until it reached Predaking, and before he had even finished it, the Vehicons readied another cup for him. 

“Thank you,” he said.

Skylynx and Darksteel strode up behind him, eyes glued to the energon barrel. Swiftly, they were served. While they chugged, one Vehicon grunted, “So what brought you here? Why work with the Autobots?”

Predaking slowly sat down, joining the circle of Vehicons. "We offered to aid the Autobots in the reconstruction effort so that we may have a future alongside your bipedal kind.”

"We’re stuck in basically the same situation...” The Vehicon shrugged; a few of his neighbours nodded. “The Autobots offered us a choice: help them and be excused for past crimes—just being a Decepticon—or be locked up. If we wanted to have a future, this was the only choice. Only a few very hardcore soldiers refused.”

“I see.”

Darksteel grumbled, “So you purple bots were all Decepticon troopers, right?”

“Could you not infer that by their insignias?” Skylynx scoffed.

“No need to be rude! We’ve never seen these bots up close before. And maybe some of them were once Autobots...”

A Vehicon tentatively interrupted, “No, none of us were Autobots. And you can refer to us as 'Vehicons'. Like you, we are cloned soldiers made by the Decepticons. Except we were created to supplement the Decepticons' dwindling numbers. Some of us are newer, some older, existing since before the Exodus.”

“Cheers—” a different Vehicon sighed while passing another cup of energon into Darksteel’s beckoning hand. “—to being weapons of war, albeit different in destructive capacity.”

Another Vehicon growled, “It was an honour to serve Lord Megatron! Even if we were made to fight and die, the Decepticon cause was just! It deserved to be fought for. These Autobots... I’d never—”

“Easy,” a fourth Vehicon muttered. “There’s no point in bickering. We all agree: there’s nothing we can do now but survive.”

The patriotic member of the group hung his head.

“Interesting bunch,” Darksteel chuckled. “I like them.”

A few Vehicons from outside the group now slipped in to join them.

“Will you stay here?” Predaking carried on.

“Where?" a jet Vehicon replied. “At the landing site?”

“Yes. Will you rest here until morning?”

“There are new residence buildings,” one Vehicon replied. “But only in Iacon and Kaon. Those are too far, even for the fliers. So we just recharge on the ground."

“The Autobots did not properly accommodate you,” Predaking scowled.

Another Vehicon turned up his palm. “The Autobots are bad, but not the worst. I’m just thankful they aren’t pointing blasters at us anymore. The nights may be cold, but they have never been so quiet and peaceful.”

Predaking growled, “I expect the Autobots to contribute to the labour tomorrow.”

“They do,” a Vehicon admitted. “Usually, one or two of them are around doing some hard work. Bulkhead also visits to check on our progress. He plans everything.”

“Bulkhead?” Darksteel snickered. “What an amusing name. Which one was that?”

“The green Autobot.”

“Oh!” Darksteel exclaimed before laughing louder. “That awkward round one!”

One Vehicon told another, “But it would be better if one Autobot were around at all times. If an Autobot ship lands now, they'll see just us and...”

Skylynx nodded, “Ah, I see.”

Darksteel blurted, “What?”

The jet Vehicon said, “Without a way to hail the ship, we can’t explain what we’re doing down here. They’ll see us and start shooting. Hmm... maybe I should work in Kaon instead starting tomorrow.”

"Fear not," Predaking rumbled. "We will protect you from any hostile Autobots."

"You will?" the jet Vehicon gasped.

"Certainly." Predaking puffed. His guilty spark brightened at the idea; he owed their kind this much.

Darksteel tapped his head. “Wait, how do the other Autobots know to land here?”

“The Autobots sent out a message from the Nemesis," a Vehicon replied. "Supposedly, it explains that Megatron is dead, the war is over, Cybertron is producing energon again... so land at the Hydrax Plateau.”

"How did Megatron perish?" Predaking demanded.

"Embarrassingly... stabbed through the spark by that annoying Autobot scout."

"Who is the scout?"

"You seen the black and yellow one?"

"Him?" Predaking's brows raised, impressed. The same small Autobot who had respectfully addressed him had also ended the traitorous Decepticon lord? Predaking grinned. So Megatron was gone, but these Vehicons needed not know how his corpse had been possessed by a demon.

"I don't want to talk about it," the patriotic Vehicon muttered.

Another Vehicon coughed. “This place used to be Cybertron’s spaceport, so I read. It was burned and bombed out of existence, but now we’re rebuilding it.”

Skylynx tilted his face to the stars. “Hmm. So… how many Autobots are there?”

“Oh, who knows,” a Vehicon sighed. “A hundred, several thousand? It all depends on the result of the Campaigns...” 

By now, dozens of Vehicons across the field dropped their heads and dimmed their eyes. Skylynx and Darksteel transformed and nestled down in beast mode, sleepily blinking. Predaking’s own eyelids grew heavy and he wanted to transform, but he prompted the Vehicon to tell him more. 

“Campaigns?” he murmured. 

“Once,” the Vehicon began, “there was an Autobot spaceship that rivalled the Nemesis. It was called the Ark, and it was packed with Autobots: all the best save for the Wreckers and the Dinobots, whom Optimus Prime left on Cybertron. The Nemesis carried more normal Decepticons than Vehicons back then. We weren't needed until Lord Megatron dispatched more and more of his warriors to different sectors of the universe. The largest deployments were armies comprising hundreds of soldiers to fight in the seven Energon Campaigns…

“Megatron wanted to find former Cybertronian colonies and steal their energon… We knew that many of these colonies had died out from the Rust Plague, so huge energon stockpiles would have been left unattended—easy steals with no loss of Decepticon lives in fights with the locals. All we had to do was put the best of our onboard scientists up to the task of developing a cure. It was a huge risk, but it was very much worth it. Such large amounts of energon would give us the upper hand over the Autobots…

“To prevent infection to the crew, the scientists were isolated to work on this project. They collected a sample of Rust, and after a few stellar cycles, they had created the Corrostop Vaccine for Cybertronian-use and the Corrostop Spray to stop its spread on surfaces. Before the Autobots knew what we were doing, we launched Campaign Zero and seized all the energon off a dead world! 

“But then, chaos ensued when a Decepticon named Counterpunch was discovered to be an Autobot spy. He had passed all our information to the Ark despite knowing he’d get caught by Soundwave and immediately killed by Megatron. It was probably the biggest leak in the War. After that, the Ark followed us to every planet, deploying their own vaccinated soldiers to fight us…

“Thus began a series of bloody wars and races just to secure energon for one’s own side. Armies were left behind to defeat the enemy and guard their stockpiles until either Lord Megatron or Optimus Prime returned for them. We sacrificed our best fighters and war strategists to become Campaign Leaders. In the end, we never did come back, and neither did the Ark. You see, we all just kept racing onward until we realized we had journeyed too far and didn't have the energon to make the trip back. There was Earth though: a perfect opportunity to stock up on energon. The Decepticons could have grabbed the energon and gone back for our soldiers, but you know how Megatron is when Optimus is around. We weren’t going back until Optimus was offline... but look at where we are now.”

The Vehicon nodded to himself.

“Well, there you have it. That is why no one knows how many Autobots or Decepticons remain or who won those Energon Campaigns… But with that message the Autobots sent out, all sorts of Cybertronians are going to hear the news and come rushing home. We will get our answer soon enough. But you can’t blame us for hoping it’s our own faction that returns en masse...”

The Vehicon sat up straight, proud of his delivery. With a sigh, Predaking set his heavy, tired head onto his knuckles. Images still rolled through his mind as he tried to picture the past and the battles beyond Cybertron and Earth. He could hardly believe there were thousands of Decepticons and Autobots in the universe, not just a measly few discounting the Vehicons. Earth had only been a short chapter of a much greater story.

"How long has this war been waged?" Predaking rumbled.

"Thousands of stellar cycles," the Vehicon nodded.

"The Cybertronian stellar cycle? And how many solar cycles comprise one stellar cycle?"

"Five hundred and ten. If you want to know how old you are in Cybertronian time, you're less than one stellar cycle."

Predaking's exhausted eyes rounded and he went silent for a minute.

"It must be hard grasping how big this War was... is," the Vehicon murmured. "When I was created, it was hard for me to grasp what life was like before the War. Cybertronian history is long and full of strife."

“Another time, I would like to hear more about the War...” Predaking breathed. “It seems that there is much I do not know. I did read some historical records, but only those which pertained to the history of Predaconkind.”

"Sure, Predaking..." the Vehicon replied. "I would be glad to tell you more... I think I like telling stories. I’ve… never been asked about anything before but status reports.”

Predaking nodded politely before transforming, crawling to Skylynx and Darksteel, and curling around them. Barely awake, they chittered and stirred, then settled down. As they all shut their eyes, Predaking's spark flooded with warmth. All of history had led to this moment where he was no longer alone. Though the three Predacons had brawled the night before, they now rested in serenity.

We should never fight each other again, Predaking thought. We are better than those foolish Autobots and Decepticons. And we are brothers.

He drifted off to the sound of Vehicons still murmuring amongst themselves. 

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Continue to 2_2 (N)

Notes:

Art:
The construction of the Spaceport HQ: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
The Predacons sit with the Vehicons: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
The 7 Campaigns: Emperor Kumquat

Chapter 4: 2_2 (N)

Notes:

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The sun crept to its peak in the sky before two Autobots drove onto the landing site. Predaking dropped a tall stack of wall panels, then stomped up to the blue two-wheeler rolling in with the blue and yellow bot.

“What was the reason for your absence yesterday?” he demanded.

The Autobots completed transformation and gawked at him. While the blue and yellow bot gaped, the smaller two-wheeler dropped her gaze.

“Optimus… sacrificed himself to return the Allspark to the Well," she exhaled. "It was the only way to make Cybertron capable of producing life again.”

Predaking’s brows shot up. “The Prime is offline?”

Both Autobots flinched. Predaking pulled his mouth to the side. If what they said was true, then their leader had performed a noble deed. He could respect that even if he felt nothing for the Prime. 

“My... condolences,” he rumbled.

The Autobots dipped their chins, but the blue and yellow one stayed silent with lost eyes glued to the floor. The blue two-wheeler rolled her eyes back up. "So... how is everything here?"

Predaking halted a Vehicon about to pass by. "I am sure one of those in charge can provide a more accurate answer than I."

"Uh..." The Vehicon rapidly glanced between the Autobots.

Predaking turned and headed to his brethren.

"So they showed up after all, huh?" Darksteel said.

"Indeed, although there is news," Predaking replied. He then relayed the information he had been given.

"So if the Autobots are without a leader, aren't they now weak?" Skylynx said.

A few Vehicons looked at him, pausing their welding.

"Perhaps another has stepped forward as their leader," Predaking answered. "The black and yellow one, most likely. But the loss of the Prime does not give us reason to break the peace."

He made sure the Vehicons returned to work, before he kept an eye on the Autobots. When they attempted manual labour, he nodded in satisfaction, then smirked. Neither Autobot could carry nearly as much as a Predacon, but the two-wheeler's efforts were especially laughable. She was only half the size of a Vehicon and her arms were only as thick as one of his claws. She flitted back and forth with mere poles. But, Predaking gave credit to her diligence. She returned to the pile of factory-fresh materials more often than any Vehicon or Predacon. Both she and the blue and yellow Autobot gave maximum effort despite the sorrow etched deep into their faces.

Another factory truck dumped materials onto the landing site. Construction continued at a clockwork pace until a boom cracked the sky. Predaking snapped his head up, expecting Starscream, but a greater roar of engines rattled the piles of materials. A grey spaceship coasted across the land and grew larger the closer it came. Vehicons scrambled for cover in the partially completed building. The two small Autobots drew their blasters but held their fire. No insignia marked the ship and no number of bots could be seen through its yellow windows. No weapons popped from the ship's hull, although the three Predacons squared their shoulders, ready for anything.

A wave of hot air buffeted them as the grey ship touched down on the landing site. The tiny two-wheeler scrunched down to stay on her feet, yet her blaster remained firmly pointed. As the throbbing engines of the ship died down, a long staircase unfolded toward them. A moment later, a single white and blue Cybertronian pranced down the steps on long, lanky legs.

The blue and yellow Autobot cried, “Freeze, ‘Con!”

The stranger halted and slapped his blue chest.

“‘Con? I am offended,” he tutted.

He turned to the side. Predaking's eyes travelled up the Cybertronian's incredibly long arm to the orange Autobot insignia stuck on his round shoulder.

“Easy, Smokescreen. He's not a Decepticon.” The tiny blue Autobot retracted her blaster and placed her hand on the other Autobot’s arm.

“O-oh...” With an embarrassed dip of his head, Smokescreen—so he was called—stored away his weapon. 

The gangly bot skipped down the final steps. “Of course! How else would I have gotten Optimus’ message? But I will forgive you, Elite Guard cadet. As a sheltered youngster in Iacon, you wouldn’t recognize me.”

“What?" Smokescreen stammered. "How—”

“It is obvious you were forged in the last generation, but never matured due to lack of experience! You must have been a cadet because you are a little too eager to impress your superior officer…”

“I, er…” Smokescreen’s tone flickered between indignant and embarrassed. “You just looked a little Decepticon-ish. I mean… Soundwavesque.”

The white and blue bot chuckled. He smiled through his eyes, perhaps with his mouth as well, if one existed behind his mouth apparatus. Smokescreen’s back parts rose high and his hands curled into fists. 

“And Arcee, darling!” The stranger leaned back and tossed his long forearm against his forehead. “How are things? It has been too long...”

 Smokescreen turned to the side and thrust a thumb at the Autobot. “Who is this bot?” 

“Froid was a psychiatrist,” Arcee whispered. Predaking noted the names as he listened. “Although last time I saw him, he was already on Cybertron.”

“The Wreckers didn’t have a use for me,” Froid interrupted. “I’ve been gone for centuries. In fact, I travelled with the other Aerialbots when they rejoined Silverbolt. I was onboard the Ark—useful again at last!—until they decided they needed a flight-capable soldier more than a psychiatrist. It was horrid! But that’s another story… As you can see, I am alone now, and have been so for a long time. I will gladly resume my psychiatric career, although I have picked up another hobby to while away the time: art!”

“Riight…” Smokescreen glanced back at the Predacons, seeking others equally uncomfortable with Froid’s theatrics. He smiled in relief when he saw their scrunched expressions.

“If you ever need to speak with me again, Arcee,” Froid continued, “know that as of now, my schedule is completely open for booking.”

“We can discuss that later,” Arcee uttered. “Right now, we’re all a little occupied rebuilding Cybertron. Everyone is expected to lend a hand until cities are up and running.”

“Oh of course—of course. I understand completely. So much work for so few bots! Naturally, things aren’t back to normal yet.”

“Others will be returning soon to speed up the effort,” she said. “But before we get you established anywhere, Ultra Magnus requested that every returnee pass a list of checks.”

“Is that so?” He tapped his chin. “Checks even for Autobot friends?”

“Everyone,” she affirmed. “So if you don’t mind, we’ll take a quick look inside your ship.”

“Oh, Arcee, you would have trusted me more if you had allowed me to treat you properly… I dare say you would have even liked me! Regardless, as a loyal Autobot through and through, I cannot say I appreciate being treated like a sordid Decepticon again on my first solar cycle back on Cybertron! But do as you will… I hope what you see does not displease you…”

Froid twirled his arms to point the way toward the stairs. Predaking squinted at the strange bot, wondering if he ought to accompany the Autobots to provide them extra security.

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Choice 1: Watch Froid.......... Go to 2_3 (N)
Choice 2: Go into the ship.....Go to 2_4 (N)

Notes:

Art:
Smokescreen and Arcee Pitchy (X)
Froid's incoming spaceship: Breis23 (Discord)
Froid on the stairs: AliceDoesCommissions (Tumblr)
Froid concept art: Emperor Kumquat

Chapter 5: 2_3 (N)

Notes:

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You chose to watch Froid

 

Predaking remained still and silent, letting Arcee head up the stairs with Smokescreen creeping up behind her. At the top of the staircase, Smokescreen turned and signalled to the Predacons behind Froid's back. He pointed at them, then at his eyes, then at Froid. Predaking nodded; Smokescreen slipped into the ship after Arcee.

Froid stepped up to the Predacons, coming closer as he spoke. “You are experiments of Shockwave, are you not? He favoured beastly creations. But I've never seen a Cybertronian with your build before, so you must be new… And your insignias are unique…”

Predaking bared his teeth as Froid reached up for his Predacon symbol.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” he growled.

Froid drew his hand back.

Predaking muttered, “We are the Predacon creations of Shockwave, but, we serve neither the Decepticons nor the Autobots.”

Froid shuffled back. “P-Predacons? But Predacons, they…”

“Do not transform?” Predaking huffed. “The Decepticons made the same assumption. However, our beast forms are our true forms, hiding beneath the alternate forms you now see.”

Froid’s eyes darted over their wings, horns, and claws. His gaze lingered on the beaked face on Darksteel’s chest. Stepping back further, he stammered, “Perhaps you resemble Predacons, or are some sort of hybrid, but—”

Darksteel chuckled before leaping into a transformation. His grey claws slammed down on either side of Froid and his broad hulking form loomed over him. With a yelp, Froid fell onto his posterior and stared into Darksteel's wide open beak. A chittering laugh poured from it as Froid scooted back across the ground and wiggled up the stairs. He slapped his hands around until he found the rails to help him back onto his feet.

“Y-you’ve made your point!” Froid choked.

Darksteel shut his beak but dipped his head and wheezed. Predaking and Skylynx cracked into smiles and glanced at each other.

Froid looked all around himself while skittering up the stairs. “I’ll… I'll see how they’re getting along!”

Into his ship, he vanished. Darksteel returned to bot form with a huge grin stuck on his face. “That was great! Did you see the look on his face?”

"That was deserved," Skylynx smirked. "He was oddly unpleasant, would you not agree?"

"Entirely," Predaking said.

Within another minute, their smiles had calmly slipped away. The Predacons straightened their backs and expanded their chests, peering around the landing site. Some Vehicons had crept back to work but moved timidly and quietly. Predaking did not wish to call out and startle them, but hoped instead that they would see the determination in his eyes. No one would harm them as long as he and his brethren were here.

Froid flounced down the staircase ahead of Arcee and Smokescreen, flapping his arms about. “You're working with Predacons! Vehicons! Who's next? Don’t tell me you have Soundwave managing your comms!”

When no sarcastic remark shot from Arcee, Predaking snapped up his eyes. She and Smokescreen trod shakily down the stairs with jaws hanging open and eyes hollow. However, their expressions softened by the time they reached the end of the stairs, their mouths closing and eyes relaxing. Their slight trembling stopped.

“Well, I suppose I’ll be off,” Froid went on. “You do have new living spaces, do you not? I will need my own clinic built before I can begin practice. Although, I am fine with merging my dwelling with my clinic as long as there are multiple floors. Actually, I would prefer that. My clinic can be at street level while—”

“Froid…” Arcee furrowed her brows and tapped her head. “The war ended only solar cycles ago. You are the first to return. You cannot expect lavish accommodations. You’ll just have to make do for now.”

“I used the future tense, didn’t I?” Froid stroked his cheek. 

“You agreed to help us out,” Arcee reminded him. “That means you will be doing work—real work. The more of us who contribute, the faster things will return to normal.”

“At least show me where I can unpack and recharge tonight. A lukewarm welcome would be much appreciated. Then I’ll get to work, as long as it doesn’t trigger my condition…”

“Just…” She sighed. “Go find Bee or Bulkhead in Iacon. They’ll deal with you…”

Froid ignored her jab. He hopped up the stairs and waved at the top. “Bee! Delightful little bot. So glad he’s survived this long, poor mite. I look forward to seeing him again!”

Everyone else scrunched their faces after he closed up his ship and blasted off into the sky. Once he had vanished into the distance, they relaxed and sighed.

Smokescreen rubbed his head, telling the Predacons, “I swear we’re not all like that!”

“What did you find in his ship?” Predaking asked.

“Huh? Nothing really," Smokescreen replied. "He had this weird collection of metal flower sculptures...”

Skylynx inquired, “Were they malformed? Your expressions looked troubled as you exited.”

Smokescreen chuckled, “They weren’t that bad. Surprisingly. But I think ‘troubled’ is just gonna be my default expression if I ever have to interact with that weirdo again.”

Arcee breathed out an amused laugh. Smokescreen shrugged.

"No, there wasn't anything suspicious on the ship..." Arcee concluded. Yet her eyes drifted, brows curving in confusion.

"Are you certain?" Predaking pressed.

"There was nothing." She looked up into his eyes. "But, thank you for taking your duty seriously."

Arcee and Smokescreen headed back to the construction area to busy themselves with more labour. Darksteel turned to Predaking and Skylynx.

"So we're not just labourers then. We're the guards and the Autobots know it!" He smiled wide. "I like it. We can frighten whoever we have to, maybe even fight!"

"I doubt there will be a need to fight," Predaking said. "Your trick will suffice."

---

For hours, the Predacons worked alongside the Vehicons and the two Autobots. Hardly a word was exchanged between them; only the banging and sizzling sounds of construction filled the silence. Until, a new small ship arrived with a rumbling like thunder in the sky.

The Vehicons darted for cover while the Autobots and Predacons marched up to the vertically descending ship. Despite the Autobot symbol painted on its front, Arcee and Smokescreen kept their blasters drawn. Darksteel hunched up like he was about to spring, even flexing his claws. He deflated when only a single round green Autobot popped out of the vessel.

"H-hello, friends," the new Autobot stammered. His blue eyes flicked nervously from Arcee and Smokescreen to the Predacons.

"I think I remember you..." Arcee said.

"If you don't remember my name, it's okay..." The Autobot pressed two fingers together. "It's Cosmos. I uh... I got the message that Megatron is gone..."

"Right..." Arcee's face stiffened. "Let me... catch you up to speed."

After she explained the final battle on Earth, she skipped over the tale of Unicron to the one of the Prime's passing. Instantly, Cosmos broke down into a mess of golden tears. Predaking rolled his eyes to Skylynx and Darksteel, who both were slouched from boredom. He flicked his head, indicating that they could leave.

As soon as Cosmos had left, Arcee and Smokescreen wandered back to the construction site. Smokescreen pulled out a datapad from his chest storage and began typing on it.

“Already two bots just a few solar cycles after we sent out that message!” he exclaimed. “Ultra Magnus was right—with just a little time, Cybertron’s gonna repopulate!”

No other Autobots landed that day before the night fell. Although Arcee and Smokescreen stayed on site, they retreated into the newly completed building. Outside, the Vehicons once again gathered in circles to share energon and gossip. When the Predacons approached one group, the Vehicons shifted to make room and handed them drinks.

“Those Autobots are taking their leader’s death hard,” a Vehicon drawled.

“Serves them right,” another Vehicon spat.

Predaking raised his brows at their daring, but they kept watch on the building still containing the Autobots.

One Vehicon sneered through his words. “I heard that young one whining because no one could find Megatron, Starscream, or Shockwave. As if it would be that easy!”

“What do you mean?” Predaking exclaimed. “Megatron lives? He did not perish when the demon lord was defeated?”

“That’s what they didn’t want us to know,” a different Vehicon piped up. “But all it took was for one of us to hear the news before it made the rounds. They say Optimus Prime used the container which held the Allspark to trap Unicron’s essence. And now, the Autobots have hidden both the container and their relics until they can relocate them to Earth. The Autobots claim Lord Megatron disbanded the Decepticons before flying off, but I bet they crafted that part to destroy Decepticon morale."

“They’re either lying to us,” a Vehicon said, “or Megatron lied to them. He’ll be back; I guarantee it.”

The other Vehicons of the group jumped in to voice their agreement.

“There are not enough Decepticons currently on Cybertron for a counterattack. He will have to bide his time—”

“—Right, to gather an army.”

“He must have met up with Soundwave by now.”

“Starscream and Shockwave too.”

“Once there are enough Decepticons on Cybertron, we will hear Lord Megatron’s command.”

Predaking snarled and glared around them as though Megatron might manifest at the very mention of his name. “You would follow him if he returned to continue his warmongering?”

A Vehicon exclaimed, “We are lost without Megatron! We only work with our own killers because we have no other choice! With Megatron, there is a chance we could rule Cybertron ourselves! Don’t you see? This is great news!” The Vehicon pointed an accusing finger at Predaking. “I thought you hated the Autobots too!”

Predaking growled, “I despise both factions equally. I know both played a part in the extermination of the Predacons on Earth."

Skylynx and Darksteel jolted and looked at him.

“Megatron, on the other hand…” Predaking gritted his teeth. “He made the decision to end their lives and then he gloated about it. I loathe Megatron and I firmly believe no one should follow him. Recall how you were created as supplemental soldiers to be tossed into the battlefield. It is abhorrent to be another bot’s weapon of war: a mere tool to serve their agenda. I understand you now. Whatever devotion you profess for Megatron comes from deep conditioning and brainwashing. At this moment in time, you all have peace. The Autobots no longer fight any of us. Why would you destroy the peace you have now to continue your nonsensical war?”

The Vehicons hung their heads and went silent for a while.

“I suppose life now isn’t so bad…” one began.

“We were used as tools, weren’t we?”

“He would make us fight again.”

“And many of us would die…”

“I just want to work in peace. It’s so relaxing…”

“I don’t know. Maybe the Autobots will capture him before he can even build his army. They’re searching real hard for him by the sound of it.”

Predaking hissed, “My word of advice: if Megatron tries to enlist you, refuse. Our lives are better the way they are now.”

The Vehicons sagged their shoulders. However, the way they kept tilting their heads back toward him suggested that they were truly considering his words. Predaking sighed and settled back down. With any luck, perhaps they would pass on his message to their brethren the next day.

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Continue to 2_5 (N)

Notes:

Art:
Darksteel scaring Froid: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Crying Cosmos: HiddenAsAlways (Tumblr)
Predaking talks to the Vehicons: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 6: 2_4 (N)

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Please play this song for entering Froid's ship. This is Sunder's theme when he is lurking but not revealing himself or attacking.

Something Sinister: White Bat Audio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1mDdhDssNc

You chose to go into Froid's ship

 

Predaking's eyes fell from Froid to Arcee. "I shall accompany you."

Her brows lifted and her eyes brightened, but she tried to mask her surprise with a small shrug. "Sure, can't go wrong with a little extra security.”

"By all means," Froid invited him. "Although, there's nothing up there that these two can't handle on their own."

The tiny blue Autobot led her creeping companion up the stairs. Predaking lumbered up behind them but looked back at Froid after passing him. For a moment, those yellow eyes seemed intensely sharp, but upon making eye contact, Froid blinked and tilted his head quizzically. Frowning, Predaking glared back while continuing upward. His foot slipped on the next narrow step.

Predaking fell forward but slammed his hands on the rails to catch himself. As he stood back up, he met Arcee's and Smokescreen's startled eyes. Smiles then snuck onto their faces and Smokescreen called, “These steps weren’t built for big bots, so you might wanna be careful!”

A quick chortle behind Predaking snapped his head around. His venomous stare did not stop Froid from finishing a snicker into his hand. Scowling and burning from hot embarrassment, Predaking marched determinedly up the last few stairs. Crossing into a bright yellow room, his eyes adjusted and he nearly crashed into an elevator with transparent walls. He tapped it with his fingers then looked around for witnesses. Thankfully, no one had seen his blunder. Using their smaller sizes, Arcee and Smokescreen squeezed around the mechanics of the room for a quick search.

"No one's hiding in here!" Smokescreen declared.

The Autobots slipped back out before taking the small elevator to the uppermost level. Following them, Predaking ascended last into a spacious room washed in more yellow light. The front window of the ship spread out before him with a view of the construction site. Four chairs sat in a line behind the control panel. Around the elevator, cubical containers of energon either full or empty sat in piles. Turning, Predaking faced the back...

He froze like Arcee and Smokescreen. Like three statues, they stared. Delicate and complex metal sculptures peppered the floor with blue ovals trimmed, smoothed, and welded onto stems. Craft supplies lay to the side with blue metal sheets, grey rods, and tools for cutting and burning. But none of these oddities stole their attention. Those objects lingered in their peripherals as Predaking and the Autobots focused on a bare patch on the floor.

There is no one here.

Predaking's spark hammered in his chest and his claws unfurled. Even if someone were there, the fear that assaulted him was unjustified. He feared no one.

Everything is fine. Do not be afraid or suspicious.

Just as those words passed through his mind, Predaking's pulse rate slowed. His claws slackened and his eyes drifted away from the empty spot.

What came over me? Predaking growled at himself. How shameful.

Arcee and Smokescreen wandered away to investigate the rest of the room. Meanwhile, Predaking inspected the crafts before plucking one off the floor. As Predaking rolled the stem between his fingers, Froid leapt from the elevator with a gasp.

“Predacons!” he yelped. “They’re—they’re actual Predacons?”

Froid wobbled like he was about to faint. Predaking smirked and set down the sculpture.

“I assume my brethren gave you a demonstration.” Predaking approached the lanky Autobot. “Would you like yet another?”

“N-no, thank you.” Froid scooted sideways until he was behind Arcee. He placed a hand on her shoulder and Smokescreen's, before asking, “So, do you like what you see here?”

Arcee and Smokescreen shrugged off his hands.

“What’s with the hobby?” Arcee inquired.

“Oh, it was just something to pass the time. I was inspired during my stays on organic planets.”

“And what were you doing alone on organic planets?” 

“It’s the usual story, dear. I was just another Autobot who got separated from the pack and had to scavenge energon wherever I could.”

Froid flinched but tried to conceal it by twirling around and hopping into the elevator. As he descended, Predaking with Arcee and Smokescreen glanced back at the empty patch on the floor.

There is nothing and no one here. Just go now.

They shivered, but obeyed and departed.

Froid flounced down the staircase ahead of Arcee and Smokescreen, flapping his arms about. “You're working with Predacons! Vehicons! Who's next? Don’t tell me you have Soundwave managing your comms!”

Predaking expected a sarcastic retort from Arcee, but none came. He didn't blame her. Perhaps the unpleasantness of Froid’s personality just had a draining effect.

“Well, I suppose I’ll be off,” Froid went on. “You do have new living spaces, do you not? I will need my own clinic built before I can begin practice. Although, I am fine with merging my dwelling with my clinic as long as there are multiple floors. Actually, I would prefer that. My clinic can be at street level while—”

“Froid…” Arcee furrowed her brows and tapped her head. “The war ended only solar cycles ago. You are the first to return. You cannot expect lavish accommodations. You’ll just have to make do for now.”

“I used the future tense, didn’t I?” Froid stroked his cheek. 

“You agreed to help us out,” Arcee reminded him. “That means you will be doing work—real work. The more of us who contribute, the faster things will return to normal.”

“At least show me where I can unpack and recharge tonight. A lukewarm welcome would be much appreciated. Then I’ll get to work, as long as it doesn’t trigger my condition…”

“Just…” She sighed. “Go find Bee or Bulkhead in Iacon. They’ll deal with you…”

Froid ignored her jab. He hopped up the stairs and waved at the top. “Bee! Delightful little bot. So glad he’s survived this long, poor mite. I look forward to seeing him again!”

Everyone else scrunched their faces after he closed up his ship and blasted off into the sky. Once he had vanished into the distance, they relaxed and sighed.

Smokescreen rubbed his head, telling the Predacons, “I swear we’re not all like that!”

Skylynx sidled up to Predaking as Arcee and Smokescreen headed off to the construction area. “What did you see in there?”

“Nothing noteworthy,” he sighed.

“Are you sure?” Skylynx furrowed his brows. “You emerged with a troubled expression.”

Predaking turned his back on him swiftly. “You are mistaken. I am simply weary from the interaction with Froid.”

“Ah, understandable. He was quite the pest in your absence, but Darksteel scared him off with his beast mode.”

Darksteel tittered before Skylynx joined in with a chuckle.

---

For hours, the Predacons worked alongside the Vehicons and the two Autobots. Hardly a word was exchanged between them; only the banging and sizzling sounds of construction filled the silence. Until, a new small ship arrived with a rumbling like thunder in the sky.

The Vehicons darted for cover while the Autobots and Predacons marched up to the vertically descending ship. Despite the Autobot symbol painted on its front, Arcee and Smokescreen kept their blasters drawn. Darksteel hunched up like he was about to spring, even flexing his claws. He deflated when only a single round green Autobot popped out of the vessel.

"H-hello, friends," the new Autobot stammered. His blue eyes flicked nervously from Arcee and Smokescreen to the Predacons.

"I think I remember you..." Arcee said.

"If you don't remember my name, it's okay..." The Autobot pressed two fingers together. "It's Cosmos. I uh... I got the message that Megatron is gone..."

"Right..." Arcee's face stiffened. "Let me... catch you up to speed."

After she explained the final battle on Earth, she skipped over the tale of Unicron to the one of the Prime's passing. Instantly, Cosmos broke down into a mess of golden tears. Predaking rolled his eyes to Skylynx and Darksteel, who both were slouched from boredom. He flicked his head, indicating that they could leave.

As soon as Cosmos had left, Arcee and Smokescreen wandered back to the construction site. Smokescreen pulled out a datapad from his chest storage and began typing on it.

“Already two bots just a few solar cycles after we sent out that message!” he exclaimed. “Ultra Magnus was right—with just a little time, Cybertron’s gonna repopulate!”

No other Autobots landed that day before the night fell. Although Arcee and Smokescreen stayed on site, they retreated into the newly completed building. Outside, the Vehicons once again gathered in circles to share energon and gossip. When the Predacons approached one group, the Vehicons shifted to make room and handed them drinks.

“Those Autobots are taking their leader’s death hard,” a Vehicon drawled.

“Serves them right,” another Vehicon spat.

Predaking raised his brows at their daring, but they kept watch on the building still containing the Autobots.

One Vehicon sneered through his words. “I heard that young one whining because no one could find Megatron, Starscream, or Shockwave. As if it would be that easy!”

“What do you mean?” Predaking exclaimed. “Megatron lives? He did not perish when the demon lord was defeated?”

“That’s what they didn’t want us to know,” a different Vehicon piped up. “But all it took was for one of us to hear the news before it made the rounds. They say Optimus Prime used the container which held the Allspark to trap Unicron’s essence. And now, the Autobots have hidden both the container and their relics until they can relocate them to Earth. The Autobots claim Lord Megatron disbanded the Decepticons before flying off, but I bet they crafted that part to destroy Decepticon morale."

“They’re either lying to us,” a Vehicon said, “or Megatron lied to them. He’ll be back; I guarantee it.”

The other Vehicons of the group jumped in to voice their agreement.

“There are not enough Decepticons currently on Cybertron for a counterattack. He will have to bide his time—”

“—Right, to gather an army.”

“He must have met up with Soundwave by now.”

“Starscream and Shockwave too.”

“Once there are enough Decepticons on Cybertron, we will hear Lord Megatron’s command.”

Predaking snarled and glared around them as though Megatron might manifest at the very mention of his name. “You would follow him if he returned to continue his warmongering?”

A Vehicon exclaimed, “We are lost without Megatron! We only work with our own killers because we have no other choice! With Megatron, there is a chance we could rule Cybertron ourselves! Don’t you see? This is great news!” The Vehicon pointed an accusing finger at Predaking. “I thought you hated the Autobots too!”

Predaking growled, “I despise both factions equally. I know both played a part in the extermination of the Predacons on Earth."

Skylynx and Darksteel jolted and looked at him.

“Megatron, on the other hand…” Predaking gritted his teeth. “He made the decision to end their lives and then he gloated about it. I loathe Megatron and I firmly believe no one should follow him. Recall how you were created as supplemental soldiers to be tossed into the battlefield. It is abhorrent to be another bot’s weapon of war: a mere tool to serve their agenda. I understand you now. Whatever devotion you profess for Megatron comes from deep conditioning and brainwashing. At this moment in time, you all have peace. The Autobots no longer fight any of us. Why would you destroy the peace you have now to continue your nonsensical war?”

The Vehicons hung their heads and went silent for a while.

“I suppose life now isn’t so bad…” one began.

“We were used as tools, weren’t we?”

“He would make us fight again.”

“And many of us would die…”

“I just want to work in peace. It’s so relaxing…”

“I don’t know. Maybe the Autobots will capture him before he can even build his army. They’re searching real hard for him by the sound of it.”

Predaking hissed, “My word of advice: if Megatron tries to enlist you, refuse. Our lives are better the way they are now.”

The Vehicons sagged their shoulders. However, the way they kept tilting their heads back toward him suggested that they were truly considering his words. Predaking sighed and settled back down. With any luck, perhaps they would pass on his message to their brethren the next day.

---

Continue to 2_5 (N)

Notes:

Sunder's first appearance, although you wouldn't know it! He has a different ability from IDW but something just as unique and dangerous...
Art:
The empty spot: gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Tumblr)
Froid bugs Smokescreen and Arcee: skybiie (Tumblr)
Crying Cosmos: HiddenAsAlways (Tumblr)
Predaking talks to the Vehicons: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 7: 2_5 (N)

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This chapter references events from Transformers Prime: Beast Hunters graphic novel #2, which ends with Team Prime meeting up with the Dinobots just after Optimus sacrifices himself.

Grimlock and other Autobots are building another city as Team Prime works on their projects. That is New Spark.

Froid's spaceship returned at dawn without him, landing beside Cosmos' and pouring out three other bots. They were Bulkhead and the white Autobot with swords, joined by a red comrade with a cannon protruding from his chest. As they crossed the plain toward Arcee and Smokescreen, the red Autobot split from the pack, waddling up to the Predacons and spreading his arms.

"You're huge!" he cried. "If ‘Cons do happen to show up, then whaam! Kazaaaam! You'll be on them! And they’ll surrender before we can say ‘Freeze, Decepticreeps’!”

Predaking wrinkled his brows and looked at his brethren. Skylynx blinked rapidly while Darksteel grinned. Turning, the wide bot with the red-camouflaged hide lumbered back to the other Autobots. Once he was gone, a slight smile broke onto Predaking's face. He puffed out his chest and took two of the largest beams from the supply pile, hoisting them high over his head.

As the Predacons crossed paths with some Vehicons, Darksteel asked, "So that's Bulkhead, right? But who are the other two who just got here?"

The Vehicon replied, “Wheeljack is the white one, but the red one just seems to be another Wrecker. A zany one."

“What’s a Wrecker?”

“They were a brutal force of Autobots fighters… Optimus left them to guard Cybertron after the Exodus.”

"Oh, okay."

Arcee and Smokescreen drove off-site, leaving the three Wreckers to inspect the recent progress. A while later, Bulkhead lumbered over to Predaking and his brethren alone.

“Hey, uhh… Predacons,” he rumbled. “We... I mean us Autobots... just wanted to give you a proper thank you for helping us fight Unicron. And for volunteering in construction. We’re, uh, glad to have you here. And that you, er—that you didn’t terminate Starscream. Now we can give him a trial… if we can just find him…”

“Hmm…” Predaking nodded. “Of course. In the face of the undead Predacon army, joining forces was only logical. There would be no world left to inhabit had we not.”

“Heh heh,” Darksteel chuckled. “You sounded like Shockwave.”

Predaking blinked in surprise at Darksteel, before squinting at Bulkhead. “So, shall the Autobots now take responsibility for Starscream?”

“Uh, yeah,” Bulkhead grunted. “Jetfire’s been on it.”

Predaking nodded again.

"Well uh, let's get back to it then, shall we?" Bulkhead concluded.

The round green Autobot returned to his work, as did the Predacons. Around noon however, a sudden voice in Predaking's audio receptor caused him to nearly drop a beam onto a hapless Vehicon. 

“Predaking? Can you hear me? ”

Predaking identified the voice of the black and yellow Autobot. 

“I hear you,” Predaking muttered.

“Great! We just repaired the comm system on the Nemesis. You are still registered to it, so we’ll be able to contact you. Why don’t you bring your friends over here so we can add them into the system too? ”

Predaking set down his load and stretched his fingers. “... Very well.”

“Stay where you are. Ground bridges are functional again, so we can send you one right now.”

“A moment.”

Predaking beckoned Skylynx and Darksteel to him and explained the situation. When a swirling green portal opened up beside them, they passed through into the flight control room of the Nemesis. Grey walls enclosed them and a dreary purple light radiated from the ceiling. Predaking beat down a feeling of nostalgia and summoned bitterness into his spark. Twisting their heads all around, Skylynx and Darksteel soaked in the room. All of their eyes then tracked the catwalk to its end where Megatron once reigned, replaced now by a black and yellow Autobot with Vehicons at his side. 

Various camera feeds from around the Nemesis filled the main screen. Outside were bustling workers continuing repairs on the ship: more Vehicons and a handful of unrecognizable Autobots, perhaps more Wreckers. Beside the Well of All Sparks, Ratchet sat at a table with the taller Autobot whose hand Predaking had crushed.

“You have completed many repairs in so little time…” Predaking rumbled. "And how fares the Well of All Sparks?"

“Thank you, we're making a lot of progress with all the help we've been getting..." The black and yellow Autobot approached with his eyes bright and round. “Help like yours. As for the Well, it's producing animal life and members of a new generation!”

“Is that so?” Predaking lifted his chin. 

“Seven Cybertronians already, who we’re keeping safe in New Spark.”

Predaking folded his arms behind his back. “I hope that there will be naturally forged Predacons in the new generation.”

The Autobot answered, “The Well has not produced so much fauna since the Age of Evolution—the age in which the original Predacons were created. It’s possible that we will witness an equal outpouring of life, one that includes Predacons.”

“Well,” Skylynx added. “In any case, there was that Predacon who was incubating.”

Predaking spun. “There is another Predacon?”

“Yes, and she is likely fully incubated by now.”

“Why did you not mention this before?” Predaking snapped.

Skylynx shrugged. “We forgot to inform you, although, she is bound to find us on her own.”

“How could such critical information slip your mind? We shall find this Predacon forthwith!”

The black and yellow Autobot made easing motions with his hands. “Hold on... We can help you find her. Cybertron isn’t secure yet, so we really need you to stay at the landing site in case there's trouble. Our strongest warriors are currently spread thin searching for loose high-risk Decepticons. But while they're searching, they should come across the Predacon. I promise we will send her your way as soon as we find her.”

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Choice 1: Guard the landing site.......... Go to 2_6 (N)
Choice 2: Look for the Predacon.......... Go to 2_8 (N)

Notes:

Art:
Warpath's greeting: ThunderFuse926 (thunderfuse on Instagram)
Bulkhead thanks the Predacons: Gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Tumblr)

 

Although they use "she" for the unknown Predacon's gender, they are really using a gender neutral Cybertronian pronoun like the Finnish "hän" or singular English "they". "He" and "she" are one word, "brother" and "sister" are also one word. What you will see are simply translations for English readers for what pronoun the Cybertronian would have chosen.

Considering language and culture differences, especially in an alien asexual species, the most logical way gender works for TFP Cybertronians is that their gender depends on the standards of aliens they are interacting with. In short, masculinity, femininity, and other genders are not universal concepts.

Chapter 8: 2_6 (N)

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You chose to guard the landing site

 

Predaking forced out a sigh to calm himself. "Do you have jet fliers searching the planet?"

"Yes," said the Autobot. "They'll spot her before anyone else, I assure you."

"When they find her, will they deliver her safely to us?"

“When we find her, I will calmly communicate with her so there are no misunderstandings. Then, we'll send her your way through the ground bridge.”

“If you are the one to handle the interaction, I trust there will be no issues…” Predaking exhaled. "Although, if any issues do arise, seek my aid."

"Of course. But everything will be alright." The Autobot nodded. "We will take care of this."

Darksteel interrupted, "She'll be fine! The worst that could happen is an Autobot gets hurt, not her! Heh heh..."

Predaking stared hard into the Autobot's eyes, testing him. His blue gaze remained confident and steady, easing the flutter of Predaking's spark.

"I shall entrust you with this task," he said, "recognizing that the landing site has need of our services..."

There is another Predacon... a fourth Predacon! He leaned into his excitement in an attempt to snuff his worry. There was no need for worry; Darksteel was right.

The black and yellow Autobot said, "Okay, let's just get these two registered into the system before you return."

"Darksteel and myself, Skylynx," Skylynx reminded him.

"Darksteel and Skylynx," the Autobot repeated respectfully.

He bid Skylynx and Darksteel to lean forward before injecting a comm chip into their heads near their audio receptors.

“Ow!” Darksteel growled and rubbed the spot. He checked the tips of his claws, but he hadn't scratched away the chip now buried within him.

“If you can still track me,” Predaking began, “then why can you not track Megatron, Shockwave, and Starscream?”

“Shockwave and Starscream seem to have shielded their life signals,” the Autobot replied. “As for Megatron, we were able to track him while he was possessed by Unicron, but since we repaired the tracking systems… nothing. He must have found a way to shield his spark as well.”

Predaking yearned to search for Megatron and finish their fight once and for all. But then, memories of the Vehicons he had blasted and torn apart struck him. Here on this ship, Predaking had slaughtered many in his rampage. Megatron had deserved that wrath, not the Vehicons. Now, he longed to head back to the spaceport to protect them from any new, potentially trigger-happy Autobots.

"Hm, I hope that your search teams are able to locate them," Predaking told him.

"Let's hope," the Autobot said.

With their business here finished, the three Predacons took the ground bridge back to the landing site.

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Disappointingly, there was no hero work to be done. The Predacons continued their labour, but admired how the development was coming along. What began as an empty polished field now grew a large building and small towers. The main building was to be the headquarters, and curious, Predaking popped inside it.

Wheeljack and an orange and purple Autobot were installing computers while Vehicons did the same, though hunched over and at a distance from the pair. When Predaking thumped into the room, the new Autobot lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him.

Predaking glared back. She sees a Decepticon in me, or more likely, Shockwave in me.

Though Predaking had left the building, he brooded over this thought until nightfall. As he rested among his brethren and the Vehicons, another boom of an incoming ship woke them. Bulkhead, now the only Autobot on site, marched out of the headquarters and joined the Predacons. Bulkhead’s hands slid onto his hips when a small ship plastered with big and bold red Autobot insignias touched down. 

Either a genuine Autobot or an impostor, Predaking thought. 

A broad-chested Seeker sauntered from the ship, blue-eyed with bright blue and red metal. 

“Oh no…” Bulkhead groaned.

The Seeker’s arms shot up and bore white blasters at the Predacons. Sighing, Bulkhead marched forward and spread his hands. 

“Easy, Devcon… They aren’t Decepticons,” he said. 

“They stink of the scientist,” he snarled. “I know Shockwave made them! That means they’re Decepticon weapons…!”

“We serve no one,” Predaking growled.

Devcon pointed a blaster at Predaking’s head but Bulkhead slapped it down.

“They’ve never killed one of our own,” Bulkhead insisted. “They’re all young and new, and they left the ‘Cons right away.”

Predaking raised his brows. Though they had killed no Autobots, they had certainly mauled a few. Was this Autobot not going to mention that detail?

“Really now?” The blaze in Devcon’s eyes faded and he lowered his blasters. “In that case, I’ll forgive them.”

Predaking huffed.

Once Bulkhead had relayed recent events to him, Devcon snarled, “You leave the tracking to me. I can handle Starscream.”

“Er, uh… We were hoping to bring him in alive, Devcon.”

“Are you mad?” he snapped. “You will never obtain true peace or a relaxed state of mind so long as violent, dangerous ‘Cons are biding their time in prison, just waiting to break out!”

As the Autobots fell into dispute, Darksteel murmured to Skylynx, “His name is Death- ‘Con ?”

“Devcon, but I believe the similarity in pronunciation was intentional,” Skylynx whispered back.

“I mean it,” Bulkhead growled. “It’s not what Optimus would have wanted.”

“Sometimes Optimus didn’t know what was best!” Devcon retorted. “He was soft on Megatron too many times. Someone needs to make the tough decisions!”

“Hey, you don’t talk about Optimus that—”

“Let me ask you,” Devcon growled, “if a ‘Con ship shows up tomorrow, what are you going to do with its occupants? Do you even have a place to contain them? Do you think they will actually believe you when you tell them Megatron defected and Starscream ran off? You can’t house these ‘Cons like stray rusthounds. They aren’t innocent, and you’d better believe they aren’t pacifists. They’ll sure act that way to play with your feelings, then they’ll stab you in the back and paint posters of Megatron with your blood!”

Darksteel snickered.

“Funny, is it?” Devcon uttered. “It isn’t far from the truth. Decepticons have toxic loyalty; they’ll never stop fighting for their glorious leader. And so…”

He poked Bulkhead hard in the chest.

“… If a ‘Con ship shows up, you shoot it. You shoot every last one of them. Heed my words. Make your beast ‘friends’ prove themselves by tearing them apart!”

Bulkhead let out a growling sigh and stared down Devcon.

“Figures,” Devcon spat. “It’s this attitude that kept the war going on for so long. Take care of my ship; I’m going hunting.”

Devcon transformed and blasted off into the distance. Bulkhead immediately radioed the Nemesis.

“Bee? Just a heads-up, Devcon just showed up. Yeah, that bounty hunter’s still kickin’ somehow…”

The other Autobot answered, “Understood. Jetfire or Springer should find him… Actually, we’d better leave him to Springer. I don’t think Devcon would receive Jetfire well.”

Predaking found himself hoping Devcon would not find Starscream. Death still seemed too extreme for the pesky little Decepticon.

For someone who claims the Decepticons are violent, he behaves more savagely than even Megatron, Predaking bared his teeth. Froid was less of a nuisance than this fanatic!

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Continue to 2_7 (N)

Notes:

Art:
Predaking's decision: ShadowRose (YouTube @ShadowRose-x1g7w)
Devcon lands: mannepl (www.linktr.ee/Mannepl)
Yelling Devcon: HiddenAsAlways (Tumblr)

Chapter 9: 2_7 (N)

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As humorous as it is having Predaking get someone's name wrong, this is a demonstration that when Predaking believes something, it appears in the text like it is the truth. Predaking can be very wrong, so you need to be careful about this for the future.

The sun had just peeked over the horizon when Predaking received the call.

“Predaking? ”

Predaking’s current load dropped from his hands with a crash.

“Bee?” he responded. The Autobots had used that name to refer to the black and yellow Autobot, and Predaking felt proud of his own effort to memorize it. 

There was a pause before the Autobot’s voice brightened. “We found the Predacon! There was no trouble at all; we had a peaceful interaction and she already knew how to transform. I’ll send you a ground bridge now.”

Predaking dove through the portal as soon as it came. Skidding into the Nemesis, he halted before the Predacon who stood between Bee and a large Seeker.

Predaking’s eyes skipped over the Autobots to soak in the features of the new Predacon. She had a wonderfully savage face, tightly folded red wings, and aquamarine plates decked out with lethal spikes. Her bot form looked much more ruthless than those of their brethren, but as a member of the same formidable species, Predaking could only find pride in this fact. 

Although her biolights were the typical yellow, her red pupils surprised him. They sliced her yellow eyes like red cuts, but as she hurried toward Predaking, they expanded into excited orbs. 

“You are Predaking, are you not?” She grabbed his arms and shot him a smile full of needle-like teeth. “Leader of the Predacons?”

Predaking’s chest swelled and the corners of his mouth lifted. He flashed a pleased glance at Bee. 

“Indeed I am.” He clasped the sharp plates of her shoulders. “And what shall you be called?”

“Ripclaw,” she answered.

“A strong and suitable name,” Predaking approved.

“My leader, I heard there are others like us and that you would take me to them!”

 “Yes, I will gladly introduce you. But first, tell me about Shockwave. Will he clone more of us?”

“Shockwave…” Her expression softened. “Our kind creator taught me how to transform so that I could communicate with others. He told me to find others like me, that they would care for me…” Ripclaw frowned. “But then he said he was going away to live on his own. I wanted to stay with him more than I wanted to leave. He insisted, however…”

Bee interjected, “We already sent a group to scout out the location. Shockwave is gone.”

The Autobot Seeker stepped in. Predaking finally glanced his way and was unsettled how his height matched Predaking’s own. “But he couldn’t have gone far. A flier will surely catch sight of him soon.”

“What will you do with him?” Predaking asked.

“Imprison him, until we can give him a trial,” Bee replied.

The Seeker crossed his arms. “Then promptly lock him back up.”

“Where?” Predaking asked.

The small Autobot replied, “We will soon have some secure cells available. In the meantime, anyone else would have to be put into stasis.”

“Don’t forget, Bumblebee, my inhibitor collars,” the Seeker added. 

Bumblebee? The realization that Predaking had been using a nickname slapped him. He resisted rubbing his face, lest he reveal his embarrassment. It would be better to act as though he had spoken with intention. 

“What are those things you just mentioned?” Ripclaw asked. “You will not harm Shockwave, correct?”

Bumblebee replied, “No. We would never intentionally harm a prisoner.”

The Autobot Seeker said, “Stasis locks bots in a state of unconsciousness.”

“And the ‘inhibitor collar’?”

The Seeker told her, “It disrupts T-Cog signals. Decepticons wearing them cannot transform or manifest their weapons. Trying to remove them will cause them to detonate, but of course, we will warn them well of that.”

“You would place such a dangerous device on Shockwave?” Ripclaw’s chest expanded. “He may be your enemy, but he does not deserve such treatment!”

“The Autobots he experimented on would disagree,” the Seeker sighed. “You are too young to understand; he did not make you out of the kindness of his spark. Shockwave created you to take advantage of your destructive capabilities.”

“Go easy on them, Jetfire,” Bumblebee said. “They don’t know the whole story.”

Jetfire nodded. “They don’t. Once the Dinobots have finished their hunt, we ought to arrange a meeting so that the Predacons fully understand Shockwave’s sins against life.”

Predaking could say nothing to defend Shockwave. For all he knew, Shockwave had agreed with Megatron’s plan to terminate the Predacons on Earth. He turned the bristling Ripclaw around to face him. “Do not argue with them. Perhaps Shockwave is not who he seems, but rest assured, he will not be harmed or killed.”

Ripclaw clamped her fangs shut. Meanwhile, the Autobots relaxed and gazed at Predaking with appreciative blue eyes.

“Predaking,” Jetfire said. “We need to discuss something. We were told that you released Starscream and have been refusing to pursue him despite having the means to track him.”

“My decision is firm,” he replied. “I swore to him that I would only pursue him if he harmed anyone. Contact me if he does, for only then will I aid you in his arrest.”

“Help me avert a crisis,” Jetfire urged. “I know Starscream. If he feels threatened, he is likely to lash out and hurt others.”

“Then leave him,” Predaking muttered. “If it is true that Starscream only reacts aggressively when threatened, why pursue him? Regardless, I see no reason to be concerned about him. He is weak and manageable…”

“Once again, there is more you do not know,” Jetfire answered. “There are things Starscream has done—reasons why he should stand trial and face punishment.”

“I am weary of notions of revenge. I have given Starscream one last chance to change for the better, and so far he has not squandered it.”

“This isn’t about revenge,” Bumblebee butted in. “This is about justice.”

“I do not see the difference.” Impatient to introduce the other Predacons to Ripclaw, Predaking changed the subject. “Does Ripclaw have a communication link?”

Jetfire ground his face into his hand. “Why is he so stubborn? He could locate Starscream at this very moment!”

“We’ve been through this already,” Bumblebee sighed.

Predaking idly sensed Starscream’s distant location, huffed, and continued to withhold the information.

“I am a Predacon of my word. Now, do not make me ask again about Ripclaw.”

Bumblebee slouched in defeat. “No, not yet.”

“Have it done. We will return to the Hydrax Plateau following the installation.”

Jetfire grumbled to Bumblebee while he worked, “This is ridiculous. All our forces are spread out and wasting their time tracking these Decepticons…”

Bumblebee didn’t answer and clipped Ripclaw with a comm chip. 

“Are we done?” Predaking uttered.

“Yes,” he said.

“Good. Now send us back.”

Bumblebee nodded. Jetfire shifted his jaw as he watched a portal open up for the Predacons.

“Wait, Predaking. One more thing,” the Seeker announced. 

Predaking took a step, then paused.

“Thank you for letting Starscream go instead of hurting him,” Jetfire continued. “Though it may be hard to believe—and many would ridicule me for saying so—I never wanted to see him killed. He was my friend long ago.”

A friend of Starscream? Predaking’s frown eased. There really is much I do not know about this war.

Once Predaking and Ripclaw had stepped through the portal, she whirled around and demanded, “So who exactly is this Starscream?”

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Continue to 2_10 (N/OA)

 

Ripclaw concept:

 

Jetfire concept:

Notes:

The inhibitor collars come from RID2015 and were placed on some Minicons.

I added the explosive element based on IDW when Autobots put bombs on the Decepticons after the war to make them behave.

Art:
Meeting Ripclaw: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Ripclaw concepts: Emperor Kumquat (with Misfire for size by Mynametia)
Jetfire concept: demiigod.insta (Instagram)

Chapter 10: 2_8 (N)

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You chose to look for the Predacon

Excitement set Predaking’s spark aflutter. The last thing he had expected was another living Predacon out there, just waiting to be found! He could not wait to meet her, and he felt sure that the landing site would manage without them as it had so far.

“Skylynx,” Predaking pressed. “Where was she incubated? We will start there.”

“North, among the ruins,” he answered. 

The black and yellow Autobot interrupted, “That was where we began our search for Shockwave and Starscream, but we found no sign of anyone.”

Predaking turned on him. “You knew the location of the Predacon?”

Confused, the Autobot blinked. “We didn’t know anything about another Predacon. We were only following the coordinates of Shockwave’s hidden laboratories.”

Predaking frowned from the foolishness of his outburst.

“We forgot that you didn’t know,” Darksteel said. “And we forgot about her entirely with all the exciting stuff that's been happening: fighting undead Predacons, scaring the life out of Starscream, ships, stories, loony Autobots…”

Predaking quaked with frustration until the Autobot redirected his attention. “Before you go anywhere,” he said, “let’s put Skylynx and Darksteel into the system.” 

The black and yellow Autobot quickly registered Skylynx’s and Datksteel’s sparks, then he punched a comm chip into the metal next to their audio receptors.

“Ow!” Darksteel growled and rubbed the spot. He checked the tips of his claws, expecting that he had scratched the chip away, but it was now buried in a tiny hole in his head.

“Come now,” Predaking commanded. “We will begin our search."

The black and yellow Autobot stammered, then sighed, “Keep in touch… We’ll call you if there’s an emergency or if we find the Predacon first.”

Skylynx and Darksteel followed Predaking outside the ship, but it was not until they were in the air that Predaking realized he had neither answered the Autobot nor bid him farewell.

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Predaking tried to put himself in the mindset of the new Predacon. Where might she have flown? Had Shockwave taught her to transform like Skylynx and Darksteel? Would she go to the nearest group of Autobots and speak with them?

He then realized he was assuming she had even been let go. Perhaps Shockwave had taken her to be his bodyguard, and in that case, they needed to think about where Shockwave would go next.

The three Predacons sailed over the ruins of small cities, eyes sharply scanning the bombed debris for movement. Predaking anticipated that they would spy Shockwave’s rolling alt form or a winged Predacon figure in the distance... But as the hours passed and the sun began to dip toward the horizon, it dawned on him that he had not understood the scale of the world. 

Predaking scorned himself for learning nothing since getting lost in the Sea of Rust. It was humbling, but the memory of that event made him consider Starscream, the one bot he could track and find. The Decepticon could know where Shockwave would have gone. 

Predaking concentrated on Starscream’s location and was discouraged by how far away he was. For now, he landed the weary Predacons in a windy plain where they rolled their wings before transforming. 

“Do you not see that this is a vain effort?” Skylynx groused.

“The landing site was more fun,” Darksteel muttered.

Predaking ignored them. “You were with Shockwave and Starscream in that laboratory. If they were working together, Starscream may know where Shockwave and the Predacon are. The Decepticons may have even reunited by now.”

“Bah, I doubt it. No one seemed to like Starscream anyway.” Darksteel kicked a rolling cylinder of metal that seemed to have been an arm. “Besides, if Shockwave had wanted him, why’d we see Starscream alone?”

Predaking raised his brows, but Darksteel was already distracted. Spotting a flock of orange creatures in the sky, he jabbed a finger at them. “Can we get a closer look at them yet?”

They had seen plenty of animals, but each sighting had only disappointed Predaking once he realized each distant shape was too small to be a Predacon. 

“We are going after Starscream,” Predaking declared. “We will return to the warship to refuel, then we will request a ground bridge to more swiftly approach his location. We will not reveal our true intentions, however.”

Skylynx said, “I don’t understand why you will not allow the Autobots to capture Starscream. They were adamant that they would not harm him.”

“I have already made my stance clear. No more discussion.”

His brethren sighed as he contacted the black and yellow Autobot. With a flush of embarrassment, Predaking admitted his failure to find the Predacon, but the Autobot’s encouraging tone eased him.

“You helped check another area and together, we covered a lot of ground today. I’m sure someone will catch sight of your Predacon soon enough.”

A humming green portal bubbled open beside them. Eager for rest and energon, Darksteel and Skylynx hopped behind Predaking through the portal.

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Continue to 2_9 (N)

Notes:

Predaking's decision: ShadowRose (YouTube @ShadowRose-x1g7w)
The lost Predacons: Elaiz (elaiz90 on DeviantArt, _elaiz_ on Instagram)

Chapter 11: 2_9 (N)

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As humorous as it is having Predaking get someone's name wrong, this is a demonstration that when Predaking believes something, it appears in the text like it is the truth. Predaking can be very wrong, so you need to be careful about this for the future.

When they returned to the Nemesis, the Predacons refuelled on energon. As they did, Predaking sensed that Starscream was startlingly close. Without requesting a ground bridge, Predaking led his brethren outside to fly under a darkening sky. They came to a wasted city after nightfall. Moonlight struck small particles floating in the air, turning it into a mist-like blanket over the ground. Starscream felt near, so the Predacons landed and marched closer in bot mode.

The heavy crunch of their footfalls led distrustful red eyes to peer over a windowsill. Then, Starscream stepped out into a patch of light where a wall had been ripped away.

“Visiting so soon?” he drawled, but his eyes quickly assessed the Predacons and their surroundings. His body was tense; the slightest hint of danger would send him jetting away.

“I require information,” Predaking announced.

The Seeker straightened and smirked. “Ah, so you desire my services again?”

“Do you know where Shockwave can be located?”

“Shockwave?” Starscream rolled his eyes. “I should have known you would ask…”

“We seek the fourth Predacon he was incubating. Have you seen her, perchance?”

“I see,” Starscream grumbled. “Well, I have seen neither her nor Shockwave, but I do know the locations of a few laboratories we had planned to use as future refuges. That is the best I can offer you.”

“Excellent. Tell us.”

“I could,” Starscream hummed, “but what is in it for me?”

“Your continued freedom,” Predaking uttered. “I will keep your location secret from the Autobots.”

Starscream’s smirk dropped and he bristled. “So that’s how it’s going to be, hmm? Fine. I will tell you the coordinates, but don’t blame me if you forget them or find no one there. Clever as he is, there is a good chance Shockwave went somewhere secret so that I couldn't reveal his location…”

After giving them three sets of coordinates, Starscream shoved supplies into his cockpit and fled under the cover of night. Squinting, Predaking wondered why Starscream had risked being so close to the Autobots while there was a massive ongoing search for him...

---

Predaking divulged the coordinates to the black and yellow Autobot under the pretense that Skylynx had recalled them. The Autobot regarded him doubtfully, but only said, “We actually located these laboratories on a map, but upon investigation, found they were all empty.”

“What?” Predaking’s spark sank. After all that effort, he could not fathom how they had made no progress. 

“Why don’t you get some rest?” the Autobot advised. “We could all use some.”

It was difficult to feel so useless, powerless, and weak. Nevertheless, the warm reassurance in the Autobot’s eyes reassured him that there was no fault in stepping back to allow others to continue the search.

Predaking dropped his shoulders. “You will… contact us if she is found, correct?”

“I will, or someone else will,” the Autobot promised. 

At last, Predaking gave in and returned to the landing site with his brethren. Legs dragging, the Predacons were happy to collapse on familiar ground and curl around each other. In such moments when they came together, disputes were forgotten. Predaking felt accepted for who he was, especially as Vehicons calmly murmured and fell asleep around them.

Everything will be alright. The Autobots will find the Predacon.

As Predaking allowed himself to feel trust, he suddenly recalled the black and yellow Autobot’s name.

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The sun had just peeked over the horizon when Predaking received the call.

“Predaking? ”

Predaking’s current load dropped from his hands with a crash.

“Bee?” he responded. The Autobots had used that name to refer to the black and yellow Autobot, and Predaking felt proud of his own effort to memorize it. 

There was a pause before the Autobot’s voice brightened. “We found the Predacon! There was no trouble at all; we had a peaceful interaction and she already knew how to transform. I’ll send you a ground bridge now.”

Predaking dove through the portal as soon as it came. Skidding into the Nemesis, he halted before the Predacon who stood between Bee and a large Seeker.

Predaking’s eyes skipped over the Autobots to soak in the features of the new Predacon. She had a wonderfully savage face, tightly folded red wings, and aquamarine plates decked out with lethal spikes. Her bot form looked much more ruthless than those of their brethren, but as a member of the same formidable species, Predaking could only find pride in this fact. 

Although her biolights were the typical yellow, her red pupils surprised him. They sliced her yellow eyes like red cuts, but as she hurried toward Predaking, they expanded into excited orbs. 

“You are Predaking, are you not?” She grabbed his arms and shot him a smile full of needle-like teeth. “Leader of the Predacons?”

Predaking’s chest swelled and the corners of his mouth lifted. He flashed a pleased glance at Bee. 

“Indeed I am.” He clasped the sharp plates of her shoulders. “And what shall you be called?”

“Ripclaw,” she answered.

“A strong and suitable name,” Predaking approved.

“My leader, I heard there are others like us and that you would take me to them!”

 “Yes, I will gladly introduce you. But first, tell me about Shockwave. Will he clone more of us?”

“Shockwave…” Her expression softened. “Our kind creator taught me how to transform so that I could communicate with others. He told me to find others like me, that they would care for me…” Ripclaw frowned. “But then he said he was going away to live on his own. I wanted to stay with him more than I wanted to leave. He insisted, however…”

Bee interjected, “We already sent a group to scout out the location. Shockwave is gone.”

The Autobot Seeker stepped in. Predaking finally glanced his way and was unsettled how his height matched Predaking’s own. “But he couldn’t have gone far. A flier will surely catch sight of him soon.”

“What will you do with him?” Predaking asked.

“Imprison him, until we can give him a trial,” Bee replied.

The Seeker crossed his arms. “Then promptly lock him back up.”

“Where?” Predaking asked.

The small Autobot replied, “We will soon have some secure cells available. In the meantime, anyone else would have to be put into stasis.”

“Don’t forget, Bumblebee, my inhibitor collars,” the Seeker added. 

Bumblebee? The realization that Predaking had been using a nickname slapped him. He resisted rubbing his face, lest he reveal his embarrassment. It would be better to act as though he had spoken with intention. 

“What are those things you just mentioned?” Ripclaw asked. “You will not harm Shockwave, correct?”

Bumblebee replied, “No. We would never intentionally harm a prisoner.”

The Autobot Seeker said, “Stasis locks bots in a state of unconsciousness.”

“And the ‘inhibitor collar’?”

The Seeker told her, “It disrupts T-Cog signals. Decepticons wearing them cannot transform or manifest their weapons. Trying to remove them will cause them to detonate, but of course, we will warn them well of that.”

“You would place such a dangerous device on Shockwave?” Ripclaw’s chest expanded. “He may be your enemy, but he does not deserve such treatment!”

“The Autobots he experimented on would disagree,” the Seeker sighed. “You are too young to understand; he did not make you out of the kindness of his spark. Shockwave created you to take advantage of your destructive capabilities.”

“Go easy on them, Jetfire,” Bumblebee said. “They don’t know the whole story.”

Jetfire nodded. “They don’t. Once the Dinobots have finished their hunt, we ought to arrange a meeting so that the Predacons fully understand Shockwave’s sins against life.”

Predaking could say nothing to defend Shockwave. For all he knew, Shockwave had agreed with Megatron’s plan to terminate the Predacons on Earth. He turned the bristling Ripclaw around to face him. “Do not argue with them. Perhaps Shockwave is not who he seems, but rest assured, he will not be harmed or killed.”

Ripclaw clamped her fangs shut. Meanwhile, the Autobots relaxed and gazed at Predaking with appreciative blue eyes.

“Predaking,” Jetfire said. “We need to discuss something. We were told that you released Starscream and have been refusing to pursue him despite having the means to track him. Bumblebee also reported that you may have spoken to him last night.”

“My decision is firm,” he replied. “I swore to him that I would only pursue him if he harmed anyone. Contact me if he does, for only then will I aid you in his arrest.”

“Help me avert a crisis,” Jetfire urged. “I know Starscream. If he feels threatened, he is likely to lash out and hurt others.”

“Then leave him,” Predaking muttered. “If it is true that Starscream only reacts aggressively when threatened, why pursue him? Regardless, I see no reason to be concerned about him. He is weak and manageable…”

“Once again, there is more you do not know,” Jetfire answered. “There are things Starscream has done—reasons why he should stand trial and face punishment.”

“I am weary of notions of revenge. I have given Starscream one last chance to change for the better, and so far he has not squandered it.”

“This isn’t about revenge,” Bumblebee butted in. “This is about justice.”

“I do not see the difference.” Impatient to introduce the other Predacons to Ripclaw, Predaking changed the subject. “Does Ripclaw have a communication link?”

Jetfire ground his face into his hand. “Why is he so stubborn? He could locate Starscream at this very moment!”

“We’ve been through this already,” Bumblebee sighed.

Predaking idly sensed Starscream’s distant location, huffed, and continued to withhold the information.

“I am a Predacon of my word. Now, do not make me ask again about Ripclaw.”

Bumblebee slouched in defeat. “No, not yet.”

“Have it done. We will return to the Hydrax Plateau following the installation.”

Jetfire grumbled to Bumblebee while he worked, “This is ridiculous. All our forces are spread out and wasting their time tracking these Decepticons…”

Bumblebee didn’t answer and clipped Ripclaw with a comm chip. 

“Are we done?” Predaking uttered.

“Yes,” he said.

“Good. Now send us back.”

Bumblebee nodded. Jetfire shifted his jaw as he watched a portal open up for the Predacons.

“Wait, Predaking. One more thing,” the Seeker announced. 

Predaking took a step, then paused.

“Thank you for letting Starscream go instead of hurting him,” Jetfire continued. “Though it may be hard to believe—and many would ridicule me for saying so—I never wanted to see him killed. He was my friend long ago.”

A friend of Starscream? Predaking’s frown eased. There really is much I do not know about this war.

Once Predaking and Ripclaw had stepped through the portal, she whirled around and demanded, “So who exactly is this Starscream?”

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Continue to 2_10 (N/OA)

 

Ripclaw concept:

 

Jetfire concept:

 

 

Notes:

The inhibitor collars come from RID2015 and were placed on some Minicons.

I added the explosive element based on IDW when Autobots put bombs on the Decepticons after the war to make them behave.

Art:
Starscream in the city: skiel-infinity (Tumblr)
Meeting Ripclaw: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Ripclaw concepts: Emperor Kumquat (with Misfire for size by Mynametia)
Jetfire concept: demiigod.insta (Instagram)

Chapter 12: PART 2 (OA)

Notes:

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This is the theme of the Space Adventure Storyline that plays more than once in this game. The first time you will hear it is during the Vehicon's story, and the last time it is played is in the final chapter. Please consider playing this song when you reach the story of the Campaigns in this chapter!

Bittersweet (Lucjo)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTZPXB6hpNY

You chose to work on the landing site

 

The black and yellow Autobot had handed Predaking an electronic map to guide him to a distant region called the Hydrax Plateau. Holding up the datapad, Predaking gazed at the dots and lines skeptically before realizing its usefulness. Not that he would admit to needing help. Instead, Predaking abruptly departed with his brethren, gripping his energon processor and the map in his claws.

Curving his great neck, he studied the map. It helped that Darkmount was one of the landmarks. Once they had passed the dark tower ominously shrouded by clouds, Predaking soared over the area marked Polyhex and skirted around the Sea of Rust. To their side, an umber wasteland reached out, spilling heaps of red and yellow sand over the silver ground. Howling winds called to them, whipping up flakes of rust and flinging a few in their direction. Predaking guided them away to calmer lands freckled with ruins. However, the black stains of battle smearing the plains breathed a quiet message of death. 

After a while, clanging interrupted the silence and attracted the Predacons. A polished expanse of silver with artistic swirls paved over the chalky ancient ground. A building's bare frame arose in the middle of it, covered in purple bodies hard at work. The clouds parted, pouring orange evening light over the Vehicons.

The Predacons landed among the Vehicons, startling the nearest ones and making them back away. Once they transformed out of their beast modes, the Vehicons relaxed, knowing they weren't about to be attacked. Looking around, Predaking saw no Autobots. Frowning, he reluctantly addressed the Vehicons, “How may we assist the construction effort here?”

The clones glanced at each other. 

“Did… the Autobots send you?” one of them finally answered. 

Predaking replied, “We came of our own accord, although the Autobots provided directions.”

“If… you want to help, then… you could carry some things?”

Predaking passed his datapad into a Vehicon’s hands so that it was no longer his responsibility. The Predacons then set their energon processors against the building and began to follow directions. The tasks were simple in concept: carry fresh supplies to the right area, let the Vehicons weld and bolt it all together. That didn’t stop the Predacons from puffing their chests as they carried loads that no one else could, delighting in the awed stares from the Vehicons they passed by.

Darksteel said, "Are they clones like us, but made from the same... fossil or something?"

"I suppose they are..." Predaking replied. He had never given their origin much thought. Drones he had thought they were, but no, they couldn't be. He had heard their conversations on the Nemesis rooftop, and for the rest of the day, caught their whispers around the construction site while they peeked at the Predacons.

Gradually, Predaking's spark sank as it came to terms with a new feeling of guilt. He had massacred Vehicons during his rampage onboard the warship. Yet perhaps, the clone troopers with no rank or sway had played no part in the scheme to murder his brethren on Earth. A frown stretched toward his chin. With a gentler gaze, Predaking watched the Vehicons at work as he carried his last load.

When the sun vanished and stars began to poke through the sky, the machines quieted. A crane turned into a tall dark statue as its Vehicon operator climbed down the ladder. Every worker descended the building, dropping their tools into a pile outside, before rummaging for something on the first floor. A couple of Vehicons took away the Predacons' energon processors, but they did not fuss over them when Vehicons carted out barrels into the landing zone. Sitting in scattered groups around the barrels, the Vehicons filled up cups with sweet glowing energon.

A tickle of thirst in his throat drew Predaking to the Vehicons. He crept closer to one group as they tilted back their heads, pouring energon through straws into the slits of their faces. At the thud of Predaking’s footfalls, they froze and gripped their cups tight.

“May I?” Predaking mumbled.

The Vehicons melted and gazed at one another. A cup was filled and passed hand to hand until it reached Predaking, and before he had even finished it, the Vehicons readied another cup for him. 

“Thank you,” he said.

Skylynx and Darksteel strode up behind him, eyes glued to the energon barrel. Swiftly, they were served. While they chugged, one Vehicon grunted, “So what brought you here? Why work with the Autobots?”

Predaking slowly sat down, joining the circle of Vehicons. "We offered to aid the Autobots in the reconstruction effort so that we may have a future alongside your bipedal kind.”

"We’re stuck in basically the same situation...” The Vehicon shrugged; a few of his neighbours nodded. “The Autobots offered us a choice: help them and be excused for past crimes—just being a Decepticon—or be locked up. If we wanted to have a future, this was the only choice. Only a few very hardcore soldiers refused.”

“I see.”

Darksteel grumbled, “So you purple bots were all Decepticon troopers, right?”

“Could you not infer that by their insignias?” Skylynx scoffed.

“No need to be rude! We’ve never seen these bots up close before. And maybe some of them were once Autobots...”

A Vehicon tentatively interrupted, “No, none of us were Autobots. And you can refer to us as 'Vehicons'. Like you, we are cloned soldiers made by the Decepticons. Except we were created to supplement the Decepticons' dwindling numbers. Some of us are newer, some older, existing since before the Exodus.”

“Cheers—” a different Vehicon sighed while passing another cup of energon into Darksteel’s beckoning hand. “—to being weapons of war, albeit different in destructive capacity.”

Another Vehicon growled, “It was an honour to serve Lord Megatron! Even if we were made to fight and die, the Decepticon cause was just! It deserved to be fought for. These Autobots... I’d never—”

“Easy,” a fourth Vehicon muttered. “There’s no point in bickering. We all agree: there’s nothing we can do now but survive.”

The patriotic member of the group hung his head.

“Interesting bunch,” Darksteel chuckled. “I like them.”

A few Vehicons from outside the group now slipped in to join them.

“Will you stay here?” Predaking carried on.

“Where?" a jet Vehicon replied. “At the landing site?”

“Yes. Will you rest here until morning?”

“There are new residence buildings,” one Vehicon replied. “But only in Iacon and Kaon. Those are too far, even for the fliers. So we just recharge on the ground."

“The Autobots did not properly accommodate you,” Predaking scowled.

Another Vehicon turned up his palm. “The Autobots are bad, but not the worst. I’m just thankful they aren’t pointing blasters at us anymore. The nights may be cold, but they have never been so quiet and peaceful.”

Predaking growled, “I expect the Autobots to contribute to the labour tomorrow.”

“They do,” a Vehicon admitted. “Usually, one or two of them are around doing some hard work. Bulkhead also visits to check on our progress. He plans everything”

“Bulkhead?” Darksteel snickered. “What an amusing name. Which one was that?”

“The green Autobot.”

"Ah."

One Vehicon told another, “But it would be better if one Autobot were around at all times. If an Autobot ship lands now, they'll see just us and...”

Skylynx nodded, “Ah, I see.”

Darksteel blurted, “What?”

The jet Vehicon said, “Without a way to hail the ship, we can’t explain what we’re doing down here. They’ll see us and start shooting. Hmm... maybe I should work in Kaon instead starting tomorrow.”

"Fear not," Predaking rumbled. "We will protect you from any hostile Autobots."

"You will?" the jet Vehicon gasped.

"Certainly." Predaking puffed. His guilty spark brightened at the idea; he owed their kind this much.

Darksteel tapped his head. “Wait, how do the other Autobots know to land here?”

“The Autobots sent out a message from the Nemesis," a Vehicon replied. "Supposedly, it explains that Megatron is dead, the war is over, Cybertron is producing energon again... so land at the Hydrax Plateau.”

"How did Megatron perish?" Predaking demanded.

"Embarrassingly... stabbed through the spark by that annoying Autobot scout."

"Who is the scout?"

"You seen the black and yellow one?"

"Him?" Predaking's brows raised, impressed. The same small Autobot who had respectfully addressed him had also ended the traitorous Decepticon lord? Predaking grinned. So Megatron was gone, but these Vehicons needed not know how his corpse had been possessed by a demon.

"I don't want to talk about it," the patriotic Vehicon muttered.

Another Vehicon coughed. “This place used to be Cybertron’s spaceport, so I read. It was burned and bombed out of existence, but now we’re rebuilding it.”

Skylynx tilted his face to the stars. “Hmm. So… how many Autobots are there?”

“Oh, who knows,” a Vehicon sighed. “A hundred, several thousand? It all depends on the result of the Campaigns...” 

By now, dozens of Vehicons across the field dropped their heads and dimmed their eyes. Skylynx and Darksteel transformed and nestled down in beast mode, sleepily blinking. Predaking’s own eyelids grew heavy and he wanted to transform, but he prompted the Vehicon to tell him more. 

“Campaigns?” he murmured. 

“Once,” the Vehicon began, “there was an Autobot spaceship that rivalled the Nemesis. It was called the Ark, and it was packed with Autobots: all the best save for the Wreckers and the Dinobots, whom Optimus Prime left on Cybertron. The Nemesis carried more normal Decepticons than Vehicons back then. We weren't needed until Lord Megatron dispatched more and more of his warriors to different sectors of the universe. The largest deployments were armies comprising hundreds of soldiers to fight in the seven Energon Campaigns…

“Megatron wanted to find former Cybertronian colonies and steal their energon… We knew that many of these colonies had died out from the Rust Plague, so huge energon stockpiles would have been left unattended—easy steals with no loss of Decepticon lives in fights with the locals. All we had to do was put the best of our onboard scientists up to the task of developing a cure. It was a huge risk, but it was very much worth it. Such large amounts of energon would give us the upper hand over the Autobots…

“To prevent infection to the crew, the scientists were isolated to work on this project. They collected a sample of Rust, and after a few stellar cycles, they had created the Corrostop Vaccine for Cybertronian-use and the Corrostop Spray to stop its spread on surfaces. Before the Autobots knew what we were doing, we launched Campaign Zero and seized all the energon off a dead world! 

“But then, chaos ensued when a Decepticon named Counterpunch was discovered to be an Autobot spy. He had passed all our information onto the Ark despite knowing he’d get caught by Soundwave and immediately killed by Megatron. It was probably the biggest leak in the War. After that, the Ark followed us to every planet, deploying their own vaccinated soldiers to fight us…

“Thus began a series of bloody wars and races just to secure energon for one’s own side. Armies were left behind to defeat the enemy and guard their stockpiles until either Lord Megatron or Optimus Prime returned for them. We sacrificed our best fighters and war strategists to become Campaign Leaders. In the end, we never did come back, and neither did the Ark. You see, we all just kept racing onward until we realized we had journeyed too far and didn't have the energon to make the trip back. There was Earth though: a perfect opportunity to stock up on energon. The Decepticons could have grabbed the energon and gone back for our soldiers, but you know how Megatron is when Optimus is around. We weren’t going back until Optimus was offline... but look at where we are now.”

The Vehicon nodded to himself.

“Well, there you have it. That is why no one knows how many Autobots or Decepticons remain or who won those Energon Campaigns… But with that message the Autobots sent out, all sorts of Cybertronians are going to hear the news and come rushing home. We will get our answer soon enough. But you can’t blame us for hoping it’s our own faction that returns en masse...”

The Vehicon sat up straight, proud of his delivery. With a sigh, Predaking set his heavy, tired head onto his knuckles. Images still rolled through his mind as he tried to picture the past and the battles beyond Cybertron and Earth. He could hardly believe there were thousands of Decepticons and Autobots in the universe, not just a measly few discounting the Vehicons. Earth had only been a short chapter of a much greater story.

"How long has this war been waged?" Predaking rumbled.

"Thousands of stellar cycles," the Vehicon nodded.

"The Cybertronian stellar cycle? And how many solar cycles comprises one stellar cycle?"

"Five hundred and ten. If you want to know how old you are in Cybertronian time, you're less than one."

Predaking's exhausted eyes rounded and he went silent for a minute.

"It must be hard grasping how big this War was... is," the Vehicon murmured. "When I was created, it was hard for me to grasp what life was like before the War. Cybertronian history is long and full of strife."

“Another time, I would like to hear more about the War...” Predaking breathed. “It seems that there is much I do not know. I did read some historical records, but only those which pertained to the history of Predaconkind.”

"Sure, Predaking..." the Vehicon replied. "I would be glad to tell you more... I think I like telling stories. I’ve… never been asked about anything before but status reports.”

Predaking nodded politely before transforming, crawling to Skylynx and Darksteel, and curling around them. Barely awake, they chittered and stirred, then settled down. As they all shut their eyes, Predaking's spark flooded with warmth. All of history had led to this moment where he was no longer alone. Though the three Predacons had brawled the night before, they now rested in serenity.

We should never fight each other again, Predaking thought. We are better than those foolish Autobots and Decepticons. And we are brothers.

He drifted off to the sound of Vehicons still murmuring amongst themselves. 

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Continue to 2_2 (OA)

 

Notes:

Art:
The Hydrax Plateau: artificialangel22 (Tumblr, Instagram)
The construction of the Spaceport HQ: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
The Predacons sit with the Vehicons: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
The 7 Campaigns: Emperor Kumquat

Chapter 13: 2_2 (OA)

Notes:

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The sun crept to its peak in the sky before two Autobots drove onto the landing site. The blue and yellow Autobot and the small two-wheeler transformed then approached Predaking, who dropped a tall stack of wall panels.

The two-wheeler asked him, "How is everything going here?"

Predaking halted a Vehicon about to pass by. "I am sure one of those in charge can provide a more accurate answer than I."

"Uh..." The Vehicon rapidly glanced between the Autobots.

Predaking turned and headed to his brethren.

"So they finally came, huh? I wonder if they chose their new leader?" Darksteel pondered.

A few Vehicons looked at him, pausing their welding. Predaking glanced at them. "No matter the case, we will not break the peace."

He made sure the Vehicons returned to work, before he watched the Autobots begin manual labour. He smirked. Neither Autobot could carry nearly as much as a Predacon, but the two-wheeler's efforts were especially laughable. She was only half the size of a Vehicon and her arms were only as thick as one of his claws. She flitted back and forth with mere poles. But, Predaking gave credit to her diligence. She returned to the pile of factory-fresh materials more often than any Vehicon or Predacon. Both she and the blue and yellow Autobot gave maximum effort despite the sorrow etched deep into their faces.

Another factory truck dumped materials onto the landing site. Construction continued at a clockwork pace until a boom cracked the sky. Predaking snapped his head up, expecting Starscream, but a greater roar of engines rattled the piles of materials. A grey spaceship coasted across the land and grew larger the closer it came. Vehicons scrambled for cover in the partially completed building. The two small Autobots drew their blasters but held their fire. No insignia marked the ship and no number of bots could be seen through its yellow windows. No weapons popped from the ship's hull, although the three Predacons squared their shoulders, ready for anything.

A wave of hot air buffeted them as the grey ship touched down on the landing site. The tiny two-wheeler scrunched down to stay on her feet, yet her blaster remained firmly pointed. As the throbbing engines of the ship died down, a long staircase unfolded toward them. A moment later, a single white and blue Cybertronian pranced down the steps on long, lanky legs.

The blue and yellow Autobot cried, “Freeze, ‘Con!”

The stranger halted and slapped his blue chest.

“‘Con? I am offended,” he tutted.

He turned to the side. Predaking's eyes travelled up the Cybertronian's incredibly long arm to the orange Autobot insignia stuck on his round shoulder.

“Easy, Smokescreen. He's not a Decepticon.” The tiny blue Autobot retracted her blaster and placed her hand on the other Autobot’s arm.

“O-oh...” With an embarrassed dip of his head, Smokescreen—so he was called—stored away his weapon. 

The gangly bot skipped down the final steps. “Of course! How else would I have gotten Optimus’ message? But I will forgive you, Elite Guard cadet. As a sheltered youngster in Iacon, you wouldn’t recognize me.”

“What?" Smokescreen stammered. "How—”

“It is obvious you were forged in the last generation, but never matured due to lack of experience! You must have been a cadet because you are a little too eager to impress your superior officer…”

“I, er…” Smokescreen’s tone flickered between indignant and embarrassed. “You just looked a little Decepticon-ish. I mean… Soundwavesque.”

The white and blue bot chuckled. He smiled through his eyes, perhaps with his mouth as well, if one existed behind his mouth apparatus. Smokescreen’s back parts rose high and his hands curled into fists. 

“And Arcee, darling!” The stranger leaned back and tossed his long forearm against his forehead. “How are things? It has been too long...”

 Smokescreen turned to the side and thrust a thumb at the Autobot. “Who is this bot?” 

“Froid was a psychiatrist,” Arcee whispered. Predaking noted the names as he listened. “Although last time I saw him, he was already on Cybertron.”

“The Wreckers didn’t have a use for me,” Froid interrupted. “I’ve been gone for centuries. In fact, I travelled with the other Aerialbots when they rejoined Silverbolt. I was onboard the Ark—useful again at last!—until they decided they needed a flight-capable soldier more than a psychiatrist. It was horrid! But that’s another story… As you can see, I am alone now, and have been so for a long time. I will gladly resume my psychiatric career, although I have picked up another hobby to while away the time: art!”

“Riight…” Smokescreen glanced back at the Predacons, seeking others equally uncomfortable with Froid’s theatrics. He smiled in relief when he saw their scrunched expressions.

“If you ever need to speak with me again, Arcee,” Froid continued, “know that as of now, my schedule is completely open for booking.”

“We can discuss that later,” Arcee uttered. “Right now, we’re all a little occupied rebuilding Cybertron. Everyone is expected to lend a hand until cities are up and running.”

“Oh of course—of course. I understand completely. So much work for so few bots! Naturally, things aren’t back to normal yet.”

“Others will be returning soon to speed up the effort,” she said. “But before we get you established anywhere, Ultra Magnus requested that every returnee pass a list of checks.”

“Is that so?” He tapped his chin. “Checks even for Autobot friends?”

“Everyone,” she affirmed. “So if you don’t mind, we’ll take a quick look inside your ship.”

“Oh, Arcee, you would have trusted me more if you had allowed me to treat you properly… I dare say you would have even liked me! Regardless, as a loyal Autobot through and through, I cannot say I appreciate being treated like a sordid Decepticon again on my first solar cycle back on Cybertron! But do as you will… I hope what you see does not displease you…”

Froid twirled his arms to point the way toward the stairs. Predaking squinted at the strange bot, wondering if he ought to accompany the Autobots to provide them extra security.

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Choice 1: Watch Froid.......... Go to 2_3 (OA)
Choice 2: Go into the ship.....Go to 2_4 (OA)

Notes:

Art:
Smokescreen and Arcee Pitchy (X)
Froid's incoming spaceship: Breis23 (Discord)
Froid on the stairs: AliceDoesCommissions (Tumblr)
Froid concept art: Emperor Kumquat

Chapter 14: 2_3 (OA)

Notes:

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You chose to watch Froid

 

Predaking remained still and silent, letting Arcee head up the stairs with Smokescreen creeping up behind her. At the top of the staircase, Smokescreen turned and signalled to the Predacons behind Froid's back. He pointed at them, then at his eyes, then at Froid. Predaking nodded; Smokescreen slipped into the ship after Arcee.

Froid stepped up to the Predacons, coming closer as he spoke. “You are experiments of Shockwave, are you not? He favoured beastly creations. But I've never seen a Cybertronian with your build before, so you must be new… And your insignias are unique…”

Predaking bared his teeth as Froid reached up for his Predacon symbol.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” he growled.

Froid drew his hand back.

Predaking muttered, “We are the Predacon creations of Shockwave, but, we serve neither the Decepticons nor the Autobots.”

Froid shuffled back. “P-Predacons? But Predacons, they…”

“Do not transform?” Predaking huffed. “The Decepticons made the same assumption. However, our beast forms are our true forms, hiding beneath the alternate forms you now see.”

Froid’s eyes darted over their wings, horns, and claws. His gaze lingered on the beaked face on Darksteel’s chest. Stepping back further, he stammered, “Perhaps you resemble Predacons, or are some sort of hybrid, but—”

Darksteel chuckled before leaping into a transformation. His grey claws slammed down on either side of Froid and his broad hulking form loomed over him. With a yelp, Froid fell onto his posterior and stared into Darksteel's wide open beak. A chittering laugh poured from it as Froid scooted back across the ground and wiggled up the stairs. He slapped his hands around until he found the rails to help him back onto his feet.

“Y-you’ve made your point!” Froid choked.

Darksteel shut his beak but dipped his head and wheezed. Predaking and Skylynx cracked into smiles and glanced at each other.

Froid looked all around himself while skittering up the stairs. “I’ll… I'll see how they’re getting along!”

Into his ship, he vanished. Darksteel returned to bot form with a huge grin stuck on his face. “That was great! Did you see the look on his face?”

"That was deserved," Skylynx smirked. "He was oddly unpleasant, would you not agree?"

"Entirely," Predaking said.

Within another minute, their smiles had calmly slipped away. The Predacons straightened their backs and expanded their chests, peering around the landing site. Some Vehicons had crept back to work but moved timidly and quietly. Predaking did not wish to call out and startle them, but hoped instead that they would see the determination in his eyes. No one would harm them as long as he and his brethren were here.

Froid flounced down the staircase ahead of Arcee and Smokescreen, flapping his arms about. “You're working with Predacons! Vehicons! Who's next? Don’t tell me you have Soundwave managing your comms!”

When no sarcastic remark shot from Arcee, Predaking snapped up his eyes. She and Smokescreen trod shakily down the stairs with jaws hanging open and eyes hollow. However, their expressions softened by the time they reached the end of the stairs, their mouths closing and eyes relaxing. Their slight trembling stopped.

“Well, I suppose I’ll be off,” Froid went on. “You do have new living spaces, do you not? I will need my own clinic built before I can begin practice. Although, I am fine with merging my dwelling with my clinic as long as there are multiple floors. Actually, I would prefer that. My clinic can be at street level while—”

“Froid…” Arcee furrowed her brows and tapped her head. “The war ended only solar cycles ago. You are the first to return. You cannot expect lavish accommodations. You’ll just have to make do for now.”

“I used the future tense, didn’t I?” Froid stroked his cheek. 

“You agreed to help us out,” Arcee reminded him. “That means you will be doing work—real work. The more of us who contribute, the faster things will return to normal.”

“At least show me where I can unpack and recharge tonight. A lukewarm welcome would be much appreciated. Then I’ll get to work, as long as it doesn’t trigger my condition…”

“Just…” She sighed. “Go find Bee or Bulkhead in Iacon. They’ll deal with you…”

Froid ignored her jab. He hopped up the stairs and waved at the top. “Bee! Delightful little bot. So glad he’s survived this long, poor mite. I look forward to seeing him again!”

Everyone else scrunched their faces after he closed up his ship and blasted off into the sky. Once he had vanished into the distance, they relaxed and sighed.

Smokescreen rubbed his head, telling the Predacons, “I swear we’re not all like that!”

“What did you find in his ship?” Predaking asked.

“Huh? Nothing really," Smokescreen replied. "He had this weird collection of metal flower sculptures...”

Skylynx inquired, “Were they malformed? Your expressions looked troubled as you exited.”

Smokescreen chuckled, “They weren’t that bad. Surprisingly. But I think ‘troubled’ is just gonna be my default expression if I ever have to interact with that weirdo again.”

Arcee breathed out an amused laugh. Smokescreen shrugged.

"No, there wasn't anything suspicious on the ship..." Arcee concluded. Yet her eyes drifted, brows curving in confusion.

"Are you certain?" Predaking pressed.

"There was nothing." She looked up into his eyes. "But, thank you for taking your duty seriously."

Arcee and Smokescreen headed back to the construction area to busy themselves with more labour. Darksteel turned to Predaking and Skylynx.

"So we're not just labourers then. We're the guards and the Autobots know it!" He smiled wide. "I like it. We can frighten whoever we have to, maybe even fight!"

"I doubt there will be a need to fight," Predaking said. "Your trick will suffice."

---

For hours, the Predacons worked alongside the Vehicons and the two Autobots. Hardly a word was exchanged between them; only the banging and sizzling sounds of construction filled the silence. Until, a new small ship arrived with a rumbling like thunder in the sky.

The Vehicons darted for cover while the Autobots and Predacons marched up to the vertically descending ship. Despite the Autobot symbol painted on its front, Arcee and Smokescreen kept their blasters drawn. Darksteel hunched up like he was about to spring, even flexing his claws. He deflated when only a single round green Autobot popped out of the vessel.

"H-hello, friends," the new Autobot stammered. His blue eyes flicked nervously from Arcee and Smokescreen to the Predacons.

"I think I remember you..." Arcee said.

"If you don't remember my name, it's okay..." The Autobot pressed two fingers together. "It's Cosmos. I uh... I got the message that Megatron is gone..."

"Right..." Arcee's face stiffened. "Let me... catch you up to speed."

After she explained the final battle on Earth, she skipped over the tale of Unicron to the one of the Prime's passing. Instantly, Cosmos broke down into a mess of golden tears. Predaking rolled his eyes to Skylynx and Darksteel, who both were slouched from boredom. He flicked his head, indicating that they could leave.

As soon as Cosmos had left, Arcee and Smokescreen wandered back to the construction site. Smokescreen pulled out a datapad from his chest storage and began typing on it.

“Already two bots just a few solar cycles after we sent out that message!” he exclaimed. “Ultra Magnus was right—with just a little time, Cybertron’s gonna repopulate!”

No other Autobots landed that day before the night fell. Although Arcee and Smokescreen stayed on site, they retreated into the newly completed building. Outside, the Vehicons once again gathered in circles to share energon and gossip. When the Predacons approached one group, the Vehicons shifted to make room and handed them drinks.

“Those Autobots are taking their leader’s death hard,” a Vehicon drawled.

“Serves them right,” another Vehicon spat.

Predaking raised his brows at their daring, but they kept watch on the building still containing the Autobots.

One Vehicon sneered through his words. “I heard that young one whining because no one could find Megatron, Starscream, or Shockwave. As if it would be that easy!”

“What do you mean?” Predaking exclaimed. “Megatron lives? He did not perish when the demon lord was defeated?”

“That’s what they didn’t want us to know,” a different Vehicon piped up. “But all it took was for one of us to hear the news before it made the rounds. They say Optimus Prime used the container which held the Allspark to trap Unicron’s essence. And now, the Autobots have hidden both the container and their relics until they can relocate them to Earth. The Autobots claim Lord Megatron disbanded the Decepticons before flying off, but I bet they crafted that part to destroy Decepticon morale."

“They’re either lying to us,” a Vehicon said, “or Megatron lied to them. He’ll be back; I guarantee it.”

The other Vehicons of the group jumped in to voice their agreement.

“There are not enough Decepticons currently on Cybertron for a counterattack. He will have to bide his time—”

“—Right, to gather an army.”

“He must have met up with Soundwave by now.”

“Starscream and Shockwave too.”

“Once there are enough Decepticons on Cybertron, we will hear Lord Megatron’s command.”

Predaking snarled and glared around them as though Megatron might manifest at the very mention of his name. “You would follow him if he returned to continue his warmongering?”

A Vehicon exclaimed, “We are lost without Megatron! We only work with our own killers because we have no other choice! With Megatron, there is a chance we could rule Cybertron ourselves! Don’t you see? This is great news!” The Vehicon pointed an accusing finger at Predaking. “I thought you hated the Autobots too!”

Predaking growled, “I despise both factions equally. I know both played a part in the extermination of the Predacons on Earth."

Skylynx and Darksteel jolted and looked at him.

“Megatron, on the other hand…” Predaking gritted his teeth. “He made the decision to end their lives and then he gloated about it. I loathe Megatron and I firmly believe no one should follow him. Recall how you were created as supplemental soldiers to be tossed into the battlefield. It is abhorrent to be another bot’s weapon of war: a mere tool to serve their agenda. I understand you now. Whatever devotion you profess for Megatron comes from deep conditioning and brainwashing. At this moment in time, you all have peace. The Autobots no longer fight any of us. Why would you destroy the peace you have now to continue your nonsensical war?”

The Vehicons hung their heads and went silent for a while.

“I suppose life now isn’t so bad…” one began.

“We were used as tools, weren’t we?”

“He would make us fight again.”

“And many of us would die…”

“I just want to work in peace. It’s so relaxing…”

“I don’t know. Maybe the Autobots will capture him before he can even build his army. They’re searching real hard for him by the sound of it.”

Predaking hissed, “My word of advice: if Megatron tries to enlist you, refuse. Our lives are better the way they are now.”

The Vehicons sagged their shoulders. However, the way they kept tilting their heads back toward him suggested that they were truly considering his words. Predaking sighed and settled back down. With any luck, perhaps they would pass on his message to their brethren the next day.

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Continue to 2_5 (OA)

Notes:

Art:
Darksteel scaring Froid: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Crying Cosmos: HiddenAsAlways (Tumblr)
Predaking talks to the Vehicons: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 15: 2_4 (OA)

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Please play this song for entering Froid's ship. This is Sunder's theme when he is lurking but not revealing himself or attacking.

Something Sinister: White Bat Audio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1mDdhDssNc

You chose to go into Froid's ship

 

Predaking's eyes fell from Froid to Arcee. "I shall accompany you."

Her brows lifted and her eyes brightened, but she tried to mask her surprise with a small shrug. "Sure, can't go wrong with a little extra security.”

"By all means," Froid invited him. "Although, there's nothing up there that these two can't handle on their own."

The tiny blue Autobot led her creeping companion up the stairs. Predaking lumbered up behind them but looked back at Froid after passing him. For a moment, those yellow eyes seemed intensely sharp, but upon making eye contact, Froid blinked and tilted his head quizzically. Frowning, Predaking glared back while continuing upward. His foot slipped on the next narrow step.

Predaking fell forward but slammed his hands on the rails to catch himself. As he stood back up, he met Arcee's and Smokescreen's startled eyes. Smiles then snuck onto their faces and Smokescreen called, “These steps weren’t built for big bots, so you might wanna be careful!”

A quick chortle behind Predaking snapped his head around. His venomous stare did not stop Froid from finishing a snicker into his hand. Scowling and burning from hot embarrassment, Predaking marched determinedly up the last few stairs. Crossing into a bright yellow room, his eyes adjusted and he nearly crashed into an elevator with transparent walls. He tapped it with his fingers then looked around for witnesses. Thankfully, no one had seen his blunder. Using their smaller sizes, Arcee and Smokescreen squeezed around the mechanics of the room for a quick search.

"No one's hiding in here!" Smokescreen declared.

The Autobots slipped back out before taking the small elevator to the uppermost level. Following them, Predaking ascended last into a spacious room washed in more yellow light. The front window of the ship spread out before him with a view of the construction site. Four chairs sat in a line behind the control panel. Around the elevator, cubical containers of energon either full or empty sat in piles. Turning, Predaking faced the back...

He froze like Arcee and Smokescreen. Like three statues, they stared. Delicate and complex metal sculptures peppered the floor with blue ovals trimmed, smoothed, and welded onto stems. Craft supplies lay to the side with blue metal sheets, grey rods, and tools for cutting and burning. But none of these oddities stole their attention. Those objects lingered in their peripherals as Predaking and the Autobots focused on a bare patch on the floor.

There is no one here.

Predaking's spark hammered in his chest and his claws unfurled. Even if someone were there, the fear that assaulted him was unjustified. He feared no one.

Everything is fine. Do not be afraid or suspicious.

Just as those words passed through his mind, Predaking's pulse rate slowed. His claws slackened and his eyes drifted away from the empty spot.

What came over me? Predaking growled at himself. How shameful.

Arcee and Smokescreen wandered away to investigate the rest of the room. Meanwhile, Predaking inspected the crafts before plucking one off the floor. As Predaking rolled the stem between his fingers, Froid leapt from the elevator with a gasp.

“Predacons!” he yelped. “They’re—they’re actual Predacons?”

Froid wobbled like he was about to faint. Predaking smirked and set down the sculpture.

“I assume my brethren gave you a demonstration.” Predaking approached the lanky Autobot. “Would you like yet another?”

“N-no, thank you.” Froid scooted sideways until he was behind Arcee. He placed a hand on her shoulder and Smokescreen's, before asking, “So, do you like what you see here?”

Arcee and Smokescreen shrugged off his hands.

“What’s with the hobby?” Arcee inquired.

“Oh, it was just something to pass the time. I was inspired during my stays on organic planets.”

“And what were you doing alone on organic planets?” 

“It’s the usual story, dear. I was just another Autobot who got separated from the pack and had to scavenge energon wherever I could.”

Froid flinched but tried to conceal it by twirling around and hopping into the elevator. As he descended, Predaking with Arcee and Smokescreen glanced back at the empty patch on the floor.

There is nothing and no one here. Just go now.

They shivered, but obeyed and departed.

Froid flounced down the staircase ahead of Arcee and Smokescreen, flapping his arms about. “You're working with Predacons! Vehicons! Who's next? Don’t tell me you have Soundwave managing your comms!”

Predaking expected a sarcastic retort from Arcee, but none came. He didn't blame her. Perhaps the unpleasantness of Froid’s personality just had a draining effect.

“Well, I suppose I’ll be off,” Froid went on. “You do have new living spaces, do you not? I will need my own clinic built before I can begin practice. Although, I am fine with merging my dwelling with my clinic as long as there are multiple floors. Actually, I would prefer that. My clinic can be at street level while—”

“Froid…” Arcee furrowed her brows and tapped her head. “The war ended only solar cycles ago. You are the first to return. You cannot expect lavish accommodations. You’ll just have to make do for now.”

“I used the future tense, didn’t I?” Froid stroked his cheek. 

“You agreed to help us out,” Arcee reminded him. “That means you will be doing work—real work. The more of us who contribute, the faster things will return to normal.”

“At least show me where I can unpack and recharge tonight. A lukewarm welcome would be much appreciated. Then I’ll get to work, as long as it doesn’t trigger my condition…”

“Just…” She sighed. “Go find Bee or Bulkhead in Iacon. They’ll deal with you…”

Froid ignored her jab. He hopped up the stairs and waved at the top. “Bee! Delightful little bot. So glad he’s survived this long, poor mite. I look forward to seeing him again!”

Everyone else scrunched their faces after he closed up his ship and blasted off into the sky. Once he had vanished into the distance, they relaxed and sighed.

Smokescreen rubbed his head, telling the Predacons, “I swear we’re not all like that!”

Skylynx sidled up to Predaking as Arcee and Smokescreen headed off to the construction area. “What did you see in there?”

“Nothing noteworthy,” he sighed.

“Are you sure?” Skylynx furrowed his brows. “You emerged with a troubled expression.”

Predaking turned his back on him swiftly. “You are mistaken. I am simply weary from the interaction with Froid.”

“Ah, understandable. He was quite the pest in your absence, but Darksteel scared him off with his beast mode.”

Darksteel tittered before Skylynx joined in with a chuckle.

---

For hours, the Predacons worked alongside the Vehicons and the two Autobots. Hardly a word was exchanged between them; only the banging and sizzling sounds of construction filled the silence. Until, a new small ship arrived with a rumbling like thunder in the sky.

The Vehicons darted for cover while the Autobots and Predacons marched up to the vertically descending ship. Despite the Autobot symbol painted on its front, Arcee and Smokescreen kept their blasters drawn. Darksteel hunched up like he was about to spring, even flexing his claws. He deflated when only a single round green Autobot popped out of the vessel.

"H-hello, friends," the new Autobot stammered. His blue eyes flicked nervously from Arcee and Smokescreen to the Predacons.

"I think I remember you..." Arcee said.

"If you don't remember my name, it's okay..." The Autobot pressed two fingers together. "It's Cosmos. I uh... I got the message that Megatron is gone..."

"Right..." Arcee's face stiffened. "Let me... catch you up to speed."

After she explained the final battle on Earth, she skipped over the tale of Unicron to the one of the Prime's passing. Instantly, Cosmos broke down into a mess of golden tears. Predaking rolled his eyes to Skylynx and Darksteel, who both were slouched from boredom. He flicked his head, indicating that they could leave.

As soon as Cosmos had left, Arcee and Smokescreen wandered back to the construction site. Smokescreen pulled out a datapad from his chest storage and began typing on it.

“Already two bots just a few solar cycles after we sent out that message!” he exclaimed. “Ultra Magnus was right—with just a little time, Cybertron’s gonna repopulate!”

No other Autobots landed that day before the night fell. Although Arcee and Smokescreen stayed on site, they retreated into the newly completed building. Outside, the Vehicons once again gathered in circles to share energon and gossip. When the Predacons approached one group, the Vehicons shifted to make room and handed them drinks.

“Those Autobots are taking their leader’s death hard,” a Vehicon drawled.

“Serves them right,” another Vehicon spat.

Predaking raised his brows at their daring, but they kept watch on the building still containing the Autobots.

One Vehicon sneered through his words. “I heard that young one whining because no one could find Megatron, Starscream, or Shockwave. As if it would be that easy!”

“What do you mean?” Predaking exclaimed. “Megatron lives? He did not perish when the demon lord was defeated?”

“That’s what they didn’t want us to know,” a different Vehicon piped up. “But all it took was for one of us to hear the news before it made the rounds. They say Optimus Prime used the container which held the Allspark to trap Unicron’s essence. And now, the Autobots have hidden both the container and their relics until they can relocate them to Earth. The Autobots claim Lord Megatron disbanded the Decepticons before flying off, but I bet they crafted that part to destroy Decepticon morale."

“They’re either lying to us,” a Vehicon said, “or Megatron lied to them. He’ll be back; I guarantee it.”

The other Vehicons of the group jumped in to voice their agreement.

“There are not enough Decepticons currently on Cybertron for a counterattack. He will have to bide his time—”

“—Right, to gather an army.”

“He must have met up with Soundwave by now.”

“Starscream and Shockwave too.”

“Once there are enough Decepticons on Cybertron, we will hear Lord Megatron’s command.”

Predaking snarled and glared around them as though Megatron might manifest at the very mention of his name. “You would follow him if he returned to continue his warmongering?”

A Vehicon exclaimed, “We are lost without Megatron! We only work with our own killers because we have no other choice! With Megatron, there is a chance we could rule Cybertron ourselves! Don’t you see? This is great news!” The Vehicon pointed an accusing finger at Predaking. “I thought you hated the Autobots too!”

Predaking growled, “I despise both factions equally. I know both played a part in the extermination of the Predacons on Earth."

Skylynx and Darksteel jolted and looked at him.

“Megatron, on the other hand…” Predaking gritted his teeth. “He made the decision to end their lives and then he gloated about it. I loathe Megatron and I firmly believe no one should follow him. Recall how you were created as supplemental soldiers to be tossed into the battlefield. It is abhorrent to be another bot’s weapon of war: a mere tool to serve their agenda. I understand you now. Whatever devotion you profess for Megatron comes from deep conditioning and brainwashing. At this moment in time, you all have peace. The Autobots no longer fight any of us. Why would you destroy the peace you have now to continue your nonsensical war?”

The Vehicons hung their heads and went silent for a while.

“I suppose life now isn’t so bad…” one began.

“We were used as tools, weren’t we?”

“He would make us fight again.”

“And many of us would die…”

“I just want to work in peace. It’s so relaxing…”

“I don’t know. Maybe the Autobots will capture him before he can even build his army. They’re searching real hard for him by the sound of it.”

Predaking hissed, “My word of advice: if Megatron tries to enlist you, refuse. Our lives are better the way they are now.”

The Vehicons sagged their shoulders. However, the way they kept tilting their heads back toward him suggested that they were truly considering his words. Predaking sighed and settled back down. With any luck, perhaps they would pass on his message to their brethren the next day.

---

 Continue to 2_5 (OA)

Notes:

Sunder's first appearance, although you wouldn't know it! He has a different ability from IDW but something just as unique and dangerous...

Art:
The empty spot: gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Tumblr)
Crying Cosmos: HiddenAsAlways (Tumblr)
Predaking talks to the Vehicons: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 16: 2_5 (OA)

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This chapter references events from Transformers Prime: Beast Hunters graphic novel #2, which ends with Team Prime meeting up with the Dinobots just after Optimus sacrifices himself.

Grimlock and other Autobots are building another city as Team Prime works on their projects. That is New Spark.

Froid's spaceship returned at dawn without him, landing beside Cosmos' and pouring out three other bots. They were Bulkhead and the white Autobot with swords, joined by a red comrade with a cannon protruding from his chest. As they crossed the plain toward Arcee and Smokescreen, the red Autobot split from the pack, waddling up to the Predacons and spreading his arms.

"You're huge!" he cried. "If ‘Cons do happen to show up, then whaam! Kazaaaam! You'll be on them! And they’ll surrender before we can say ‘Freeze, Decepticreeps’!”

Predaking wrinkled his brows and looked at his brethren. Skylynx blinked rapidly while Darksteel grinned. Turning, the wide bot with the red-camouflaged hide lumbered back to the other Autobots. Once he was gone, a slight smile broke onto Predaking's face. He puffed out his chest and took two of the largest beams from the supply pile, hoisting them high over his head.

As the Predacons crossed paths with some Vehicons, Darksteel asked, "So that's Bulkhead, right? But who are the other two who just got here?"

The Vehicon replied, “Wheeljack is the white one, but the red one just seems to be another Wrecker. A zany one."

“What’s a Wrecker?”

“They were a brutal force of Autobots fighters… Optimus left them to guard Cybertron after the Exodus.”

"Oh, okay."

Arcee and Smokescreen drove off-site, leaving the three Wreckers to inspect the recent progress. A while later, Bulkhead lumbered over to Predaking and his brethren alone.

“Hey, uhh… Predacons,” he rumbled. “We... I mean us Autobots... just wanted to give you a proper thank you for helping us fight Unicron. And for volunteering in construction. We’re, uh, glad to have you here. And that you, er—that you didn’t terminate Starscream. Now we can give him a trial… if we can just find him…”

“Hmm…” Predaking nodded. “Of course. In the face of the undead Predacon army, joining forces was only logical. There would be no world left to inhabit had we not.”

“Heh heh,” Darksteel chuckled. “You sounded like Shockwave.”

Predaking blinked in surprise at Darksteel, before squinting at Bulkhead. “So, shall the Autobots now take responsibility for Starscream?”

“Uh, yeah,” Bulkhead grunted. “Jetfire’s been on it.”

Predaking nodded again.

"Well uh, let's get back to it then, shall we?" Bulkhead concluded.

The round green Autobot returned to his work, as did the Predacons. Around noon however, a sudden voice in Predaking's audio receptor caused him to nearly drop a beam onto a hapless Vehicon. 

“Predaking? Can you hear me? ”

Predaking identified the voice of the black and yellow Autobot. 

“I hear you,” Predaking muttered.

“Great! We just repaired the comm system on the Nemesis. You are still registered to it, so we’ll be able to contact you. Why don’t you bring your friends over here so we can add them into the system too? ”

Predaking set down his load and stretched his fingers. “... Very well.”

“Stay where you are. Ground bridges are functional again, so we can send you one right now.”

“A moment.”

Predaking beckoned Skylynx and Darksteel to him and explained the situation. When a swirling green portal opened up beside them, they passed through into the flight control room of the Nemesis. Grey walls enclosed them and a dreary purple light radiated from the ceiling. Predaking beat down a feeling of nostalgia and summoned bitterness into his spark. Twisting their heads all around, Skylynx and Darksteel soaked in the room. All of their eyes then tracked the catwalk to its end where Megatron once reigned, replaced now by a black and yellow Autobot with Vehicons at his side. 

Various camera feeds from around the Nemesis filled the main screen. Outside were bustling workers continuing repairs on the ship: more Vehicons and a handful of unrecognizable Autobots, perhaps more Wreckers. Beside the Well of All Sparks, Ratchet sat at a table with the taller Autobot whose hand Predaking had crushed.

“You have completed many repairs in so little time…” Predaking rumbled. "And how fares the Well of All Sparks?"

“Thank you, we're making a lot of progress with all the help we've been getting..." The black and yellow Autobot approached with his eyes bright and round. “Help like yours. As for the Well, it's producing animal life and members of a new generation!”

“Is that so?” Predaking lifted his chin. 

“Seven Cybertronians already, who we’re keeping safe in New Spark.”

Predaking folded his arms behind his back. “I hope that there will be naturally forged Predacons among the new generation.”

The Autobot answered, “The Well has not produced so much fauna since the Age of Evolution—the age in which the original Predacons were created. It’s possible that we will witness an equal outpouring of life, one that includes Predacons.”

“Well,” Skylynx added. “In any case, there was that Predacon who was incubating.”

Predaking spun. “There is another Predacon?”

“Yes, and she is likely fully incubated by now.”

“Why did you not mention this before?” Predaking snapped.

Skylynx shrugged. “We forgot to inform you, although, she is bound to find us on her own.”

“How could such critical information slip your mind? We shall find this Predacon forthwith!”

The black and yellow Autobot made easing motions with his hands. “Hold on... We can help you find her. Cybertron isn’t secure yet, so we really need you to stay at the landing site in case there's trouble. Our strongest warriors are currently spread thin searching for loose high-risk Decepticons. But while they're searching, they should come across the Predacon. I promise we will send her your way as soon as we find her.”

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Choice 1: Guard the landing site.......... Go to 2_6 (OA)
Choice 2: Look for the Predacon.......... Go to 2_8 (OA)

Notes:

Art:
Warpath's greeting: ThunderFuse926 (thunderfuse on Instagram)
Bulkhead thanks the Predacons: Gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Tumblr)

Although they use "she" for the unknown Predacon's gender, they are really using a gender neutral Cybertronian pronoun like the Finnish "hän" or singular English "they". "He" and "she" are one word, "brother" and "sister" are also one word. What you will see are simply translations for English readers for what pronoun the Cybertronian would have chosen.

Considering language and culture differences, especially in an alien asexual species, the most logical way gender works for TFP Cybertronians is that their gender depends on the standards of aliens they are interacting with. In short, masculinity, femininity, and other genders are not universal concepts.

Chapter 17: 2_6 (OA)

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You chose to guard the landing site

 

Predaking forced out a sigh to calm himself. "Do you have jet fliers searching the planet?"

"Yes," said the Autobot. "They'll spot her before anyone else, I assure you."

"When they find her, will they deliver her safely to us?"

“When we find her, I will calmly communicate with her so there are no misunderstandings. Then, we'll send her your way through the ground bridge.”

“If you are the one to handle the interaction, I trust there will be no issues…” Predaking exhaled. "Although, if any issues do arise, seek my aid."

"Of course. But everything will be alright." The Autobot nodded. "We will take care of this."

Darksteel interrupted, "She'll be fine! The worst that could happen is an Autobot gets hurt, not her! Heh heh..."

Predaking stared hard into the Autobot's eyes, testing him. His blue gaze remained confident and steady, easing the flutter of Predaking's spark.

"I shall entrust you with this task," he said, "recognizing that the landing site has need of our services..."

There is another Predacon... a fourth Predacon! He leaned into his excitement in an attempt to snuff his worry. There was no need for worry; Darksteel was right.

The black and yellow Autobot said, "Okay, let's just get these two registered into the system before you return."

"Darksteel and myself, Skylynx," Skylynx reminded him.

"Darksteel and Skylynx," the Autobot repeated respectfully.

He bid Skylynx and Darksteel to lean forward before injecting a comm chip into their heads near their audio receptors.

“Ow!” Darksteel growled and rubbed the spot. He checked the tips of his claws, but he hadn't scratched away the chip now buried within him.

“If you can still track me,” Predaking began, “then why can you not track Megatron, Shockwave, and Starscream?”

“Shockwave and Starscream seem to have shielded their life signals,” the Autobot replied. “As for Megatron, we were able to track him while he was possessed by Unicron, but since we repaired the tracking systems… nothing. He must have found a way to shield his spark as well.”

Predaking yearned to search for Megatron and finish their fight once and for all. But then, memories of the Vehicons he had blasted and torn apart struck him. Here on this ship, Predaking had slaughtered many in his rampage. Megatron had deserved that wrath, not the Vehicons. Now, he longed to head back to the spaceport to protect them from any new, potentially trigger-happy Autobots.

"Hm, I hope that your search teams are able to locate them," Predaking told him.

"Let's hope," the Autobot said.

With their business here finished, the three Predacons took the ground bridge back to the landing site.

---

Disappointingly, there was no hero work to be done. The Predacons continued their labour, but admired how the development was coming along. What began as an empty polished field now grew a large building and small towers. The main building was to be the headquarters, and curious, Predaking popped inside it.

Wheeljack and an orange and purple Autobot were installing computers while Vehicons did the same, though hunched over and at a distance from the pair. When Predaking thumped into the room, the new Autobot lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at him.

Predaking glared back. She sees a Decepticon in me, or more likely, Shockwave in me.

Though Predaking had left the building, he brooded over this thought until nightfall. As he rested among his brethren and the Vehicons, another boom of an incoming ship woke them. Bulkhead, now the only Autobot on site, marched out of the headquarters and joined the Predacons. Bulkhead’s hands slid onto his hips when a small ship plastered with big and bold red Autobot insignias touched down. 

Either a genuine Autobot or an impostor, Predaking thought. 

A broad-chested Seeker sauntered from the ship, blue-eyed with bright blue and red metal. 

“Oh no…” Bulkhead groaned.

The Seeker’s arms shot up and bore white blasters at the Predacons. Sighing, Bulkhead marched forward and spread his hands. 

“Easy, Devcon… They aren’t Decepticons,” he said. 

“They stink of the scientist,” he snarled. “I know Shockwave made them! That means they’re Decepticon weapons…!”

“We serve no one,” Predaking growled.

Devcon pointed a blaster at Predaking’s head but Bulkhead slapped it down.

“They’ve never killed one of our own,” Bulkhead insisted. “They’re all young and new, and they left the ‘Cons right away.”

Predaking raised his brows. Though they had killed no Autobots, they had certainly mauled a few. Was this Autobot not going to mention that detail?

“Really now?” The blaze in Devcon’s eyes faded and he lowered his blasters. “In that case, I’ll forgive them.”

Predaking huffed.

Once Bulkhead had relayed recent events to him, Devcon snarled, “You leave the tracking to me. I can handle Starscream.”

“Er, uh… We were hoping to bring him in alive, Devcon.”

“Are you mad?” he snapped. “You will never obtain true peace or a relaxed state of mind so long as violent, dangerous ‘Cons are biding their time in prison, just waiting to break out!”

As the Autobots fell into dispute, Darksteel murmured to Skylynx, “His name is Death- ‘Con ?”

“Devcon, but I believe the similarity in pronunciation was intentional,” Skylynx whispered back.

“I mean it,” Bulkhead growled. “It’s not what Optimus would have wanted.”

“Sometimes Optimus didn’t know what was best!” Devcon retorted. “He was soft on Megatron too many times. Someone needs to make the tough decisions!”

“Hey, you don’t talk about Optimus that—”

“Let me ask you,” Devcon growled, “if a ‘Con ship shows up tomorrow, what are you going to do with its occupants? Do you even have a place to contain them? Do you think they will actually believe you when you tell them Megatron defected and Starscream ran off? You can’t house these ‘Cons like stray rusthounds. They aren’t innocent, and you’d better believe they aren’t pacifists. They’ll sure act that way to play with your feelings, then they’ll stab you in the back and paint posters of Megatron with your blood!”

Darksteel snickered.

“Funny, is it?” Devcon uttered. “It isn’t far from the truth. Decepticons have toxic loyalty; they’ll never stop fighting for their glorious leader. And so…”

He poked Bulkhead hard in the chest.

“… If a ‘Con ship shows up, you shoot it. You shoot every last one of them. Heed my words. Make your beast ‘friends’ prove themselves by tearing them apart!”

Bulkhead let out a growling sigh and stared down Devcon.

“Figures,” Devcon spat. “It’s this attitude that kept the war going on for so long. Take care of my ship; I’m going hunting.”

Devcon transformed and blasted off into the distance. Bulkhead immediately radioed the Nemesis.

“Bee? Just a heads-up, Devcon just showed up. Yeah, that bounty hunter’s still kickin’ somehow…”

The other Autobot answered, “Understood. Jetfire or Springer should find him… Actually, we’d better leave him to Springer. I don’t think Devcon would receive Jetfire well.”

Predaking found himself hoping Devcon would not find Starscream. Death still seemed too extreme for the pesky little Decepticon.

For someone who claims the Decepticons are violent, he behaves more savagely than even Megatron, Predaking bared his teeth. Froid was less of a nuisance than this fanatic!

---

Continue to 2_7 (OA)

Notes:

Art:
Predaking's decision: ShadowRose (YouTube @ShadowRose-x1g7w)
Devcon lands: mannepl (www.linktr.ee/Mannepl)
Yelling Devcon: HiddenAsAlways (Tumblr)

Chapter 18: 2_7 (OA)

Notes:

✔ Edited by TangentExpress

As humorous as it is having Predaking get someone's name wrong, this is a demonstration that when Predaking believes something, it appears in the text like it is the truth. Predaking can be very wrong, so you need to be careful about this for the future with Overlord.

The sun had just peeked over the horizon when Predaking received the call.

“Predaking? ”

Predaking’s current load dropped from his hands with a crash.

“Bee?” he responded. The Autobots had used that name to refer to the black and yellow Autobot, and Predaking felt proud of his own effort to memorize it. 

There was a pause before the Autobot’s voice brightened. “We found the Predacon! There was no trouble at all; we had a peaceful interaction and she already knew how to transform. I’ll send you a ground bridge now.”

Predaking dove through the portal as soon as it came. Skidding into the Nemesis, he halted before the Predacon who stood between Bee and a large Seeker.

Predaking’s eyes skipped over the Autobots to instead soak in the new Predacon’s features. She had a wonderfully savage face, tightly folded red wings, and aquamarine plates decked out with lethal spikes. Her bot form looked much more ruthless than those of their brethren, but as a member of the same formidable species, Predaking could only find pride in this fact. 

Although her biolights were typically yellow, her red pupils surprised him. They sliced her yellow eyes like red cuts, but as she hurried toward Predaking, they expanded into excited orbs. 

“You are Predaking, are you not?” She grabbed his arms and shot him a smile full of needle-like teeth. “Leader of the Predacons?”

Predaking’s chest swelled and the corners of his mouth lifted. He flashed a pleased glance at Bee. 

“Indeed I am.” He clasped the sharp plates of her shoulders. “And what shall you be called?”

“Ripclaw,” she answered.

“A strong and suitable name,” Predaking approved.

“My leader, I heard there are others like us and that you would take me to them!”

 “Yes, I will gladly introduce you. But first, tell me about Shockwave. Will he clone more of us?”

“Shockwave…” Her expression softened. “Our kind creator taught me how to transform so that I could communicate with others. He told me to find others like me, that they would care for me…” Ripclaw frowned. “But then he said he was going away to live on his own. I wanted to stay with him more than I wanted to leave. He insisted, however…”

Bee interjected, “We already sent a group to scout out the location. Shockwave is gone.”

The Autobot Seeker stepped in. Predaking finally glanced his way and was unsettled how his height matched Predaking’s own. “But he couldn’t have gone far. A flier will surely catch sight of him soon.”

“What will you do with him?” Predaking asked.

“Imprison him, until we can give him a trial,” Bee replied.

The Seeker crossed his arms. “Then promptly lock him back up.”

“Where?” Predaking asked.

The small Autobot replied, “We will soon have some secure cells available. In the meantime, anyone else would have to be put into stasis.”

“Don’t forget, Bumblebee, my inhibitor collars,” the Seeker added. 

Bumblebee? The realization that Predaking had been using a nickname slapped him. He resisted rubbing his face, lest he reveal his embarrassment. It would be better to act as though it had always been intentional. 

“What are those things you just mentioned?” Ripclaw asked. “You will not harm Shockwave, correct?”

Bumblebee replied, “No. We would never intentionally harm a prisoner.”

The Autobot Seeker said, “Stasis locks bots in a state of unconsciousness.”

“And the ‘inhibitor collar’?”

The Seeker told her, “It disrupts T-Cog signals. Decepticons wearing them cannot transform or manifest their weapons. Trying to remove them will cause them to detonate, but of course, we will warn them well of that.”

“You would place such a dangerous device on Shockwave?” Ripclaw’s chest expanded. “He may be your enemy, but he does not deserve such treatment!”

“The Autobots he experimented on would disagree,” the Seeker sighed. “You are too young to understand; he did not make you out of the kindness of his spark. Shockwave created you to take advantage of your destructive capabilities.”

“Go easy on them, Jetfire,” Bumblebee said. “They don’t know the whole story.”

Jetfire nodded. “They don’t. Once the Dinobots have finished their hunt, we ought to arrange a meeting so that the Predacons fully understand Shockwave’s sins against life.”

Predaking could say nothing to defend Shockwave. For all he knew, Shockwave had agreed with Megatron’s plan to terminate the Predacons on Earth…

He turned the bristling Ripclaw around to face him. “Do not argue with them. Perhaps Shockwave is not who he seems, but rest assured, he will not be harmed or killed.”

Ripclaw clamped her fangs shut. Meanwhile, the Autobots relaxed and gazed at Predaking with appreciative blue eyes.

“Predaking,” Jetfire said. “We need to discuss something. We were told that you released Starscream and have been refusing to pursue him despite having the means to track him.”

“My decision is firm,” he replied. “I swore to him that I would only pursue him if he harmed anyone. Contact me if he does, for only then will I aid you in his arrest.”

“Help me avert a crisis,” Jetfire urged. “I know Starscream. If he feels threatened, he is likely to lash out and hurt others.”

“Then leave him,” Predaking muttered. “If it is true that Starscream only reacts aggressively when threatened, why pursue him? Regardless, I see no reason to be concerned about him. He is weak and manageable…”

His mind flashed back to when he had chased Starscream back to Darkmount, only to learn that the Seeker had been after survival supplies. 

“Once again, there is more you do not know,” Jetfire answered. “There are things Starscream has done—reasons why he should stand trial and face punishment.”

“I am weary of notions of revenge. I have given Starscream one last chance to change for the better, and so far he has not squandered it.”

“This isn’t about revenge,” Bumblebee butted in. “This is about justice.”

“I do not see the difference.” Impatient to introduce the other Predacons to Ripclaw, Predaking changed the subject. “Does Ripclaw have a communication link?”

Jetfire ground his face into his hand. “Why is he so stubborn? He could locate Starscream at this very moment!”

“We’ve been through this already,” Bumblebee sighed.

Predaking idly sensed Starscream’s distant location, huffed, and continued to withhold the information.

“I am a Predacon of my word. Now, do not make me ask again about Ripclaw.”

Bumblebee slouched in defeat. “No, not yet.”

“Have it done. We will return to the Hydrax Plateau following the installation.”

Jetfire grumbled to Bumblebee while he worked, “This is ridiculous. All our forces are spread out and wasting their time tracking these Decepticons…”

Bumblebee didn’t answer and clipped Ripclaw with a comm chip. 

“Are we done?” Predaking uttered.

“Yes,” he said.

“Good. Now send us back.”

Bumblebee nodded. Jetfire shifted his jaw as he watched a portal open up for the Predacons.

“Wait, Predaking. One more thing,” the Seeker announced. 

Predaking took a step, then paused.

“Thank you, for letting him go and for not hurting him severely,” Jetfire continued. “Though it may be hard to believe—and many would ridicule me for saying so—I never wanted to see him killed. He was my friend long ago.”

A friend of Starscream? Predaking’s frown eased. There really is much I do not know about this war.

Once Predaking and Ripclaw had stepped through the portal, she whirled around and demanded, “So who exactly is this Starscream?”

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Continue to 2_10 (N/OA)

 

Ripclaw concept:

 

Jetfire concept:

Notes:

The inhibitor collars come from RID2015 and were placed on some Minicons.

I added the explosive element based on IDW when Autobots put bombs on the Decepticons after the war to make them behave.

Art:
Meeting Ripclaw: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Bumblebee and Jetfire: corvuskidd (Tumblr)
Ripclaw concepts: Emperor Kumquat (with Misfire for size by Mynametia)
Jetfire concept: demiigod.insta (Instagram)

Chapter 19: 2_8 (OA)

Notes:

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You chose to look for the Predacon

Excitement set Predaking’s spark aflutter. The last thing he had expected was another living Predacon out there, just waiting to be found! He could not wait to meet her, and he felt sure that the landing site would manage without them as it had so far.

“Skylynx,” Predaking pressed. “Where was she incubated? We will start there.”

“North, among the ruins,” he answered. 

The black and yellow Autobot interrupted, “That was where we began our search for Shockwave and Starscream, but we found no sign of anyone.”

Predaking turned on him. “You knew the location of the Predacon?”

Confused, the Autobot blinked. “We didn’t know anything about another Predacon. We were only following the coordinates of Shockwave’s hidden laboratories.”

Predaking frowned from the foolishness of his outburst.

“We forgot that you didn’t know,” Darksteel said. “And we forgot about her entirely with all the exciting stuff that's been happening: fighting undead Predacons, scaring the life out of Starscream, ships, stories, loony Autobots…”

Predaking quaked with frustration until the Autobot redirected his attention. “Before you go anywhere,” he said, “let’s put Skylynx and Darksteel into the system.” 

The black and yellow Autobot quickly registered Skylynx’s and Datksteel’s sparks, then he punched a comm chip into the metal next to their audio receptors.

“Ow!” Darksteel growled and rubbed the spot. He checked the tips of his claws, expecting that he had scratched the chip away, but it was now buried in a tiny hole in his head.

“Come now,” Predaking commanded. “We will begin our search."

The black and yellow Autobot stammered, then sighed, “Keep in touch… We’ll call you if there’s an emergency or if we find the Predacon first.”

Skylynx and Darksteel followed Predaking outside the ship, but it was not until they were in the air that Predaking realized he had neither answered the Autobot nor bid him farewell.

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Predaking tried to put himself in the mindset of the new Predacon. Where might she have flown? Had Shockwave taught her to transform like Skylynx and Darksteel? Would she go to the nearest group of Autobots and speak with them?

He then realized he was assuming she had even been let go. Perhaps Shockwave had taken her to be his bodyguard, and in that case, they needed to think about where Shockwave would go next.

The three Predacons sailed over the ruins of small cities, eyes sharply scanning the bombed debris for movement. Predaking anticipated that they would spy Shockwave’s rolling alt form or a winged Predacon figure in the distance... But as the hours passed and the sun began to dip toward the horizon, it dawned on him that he had not understood the scale of the world. 

He sighed. If only he could track his brethren through a special bond as easily as he could track Starscream. Yet while considering him, Predaking wondered if he might know where Shockwave was now. Concentrating on Starscream’s location, he was discouraged by how far away he was. For now, he landed the weary Predacons in a windy plain where they rolled their wings before transforming. 

“Do you not see that this is a vain effort?” Skylynx groused.

“The landing site was more fun,” Darksteel muttered.

Predaking ignored them. “You were with Shockwave and Starscream in that laboratory. If they were working together, Starscream may know where Shockwave and the Predacon are. The Decepticons may have even reunited by now.”

“Bah, I doubt it. No one seemed to like Starscream anyway.” Darksteel kicked a rolling cylinder of metal that seemed to have been an arm. “Besides, if Shockwave had wanted him, why’d we see Starscream alone?”

Predaking raised his brows, but Darksteel was already distracted. Spotting a flock of orange creatures in the sky, he jabbed a finger at them. “Can we get a closer look at them yet?”

They had seen plenty of animals, but each sighting had only disappointed Predaking once he realized each distant shape was too small to be a Predacon. 

“We are going after Starscream,” Predaking declared. “We will return to the warship to refuel, then we will request a ground bridge to more swiftly approach his location. We will not reveal our true intentions, however.”

Skylynx said, “I don’t understand why you will not allow the Autobots to capture Starscream. They were adamant that they would not harm him.”

“I have already made my stance clear. No more discussion.”

His brethren sighed as he contacted the black and yellow Autobot. With a flush of embarrassment, Predaking admitted his failure to find the Predacon, but the Autobot’s encouraging tone eased him.

“You helped check another area and together, we covered a lot of ground today. I’m sure someone will catch sight of your Predacon soon enough.”

A humming green portal bubbled open beside them. Eager for rest and energon, Darksteel and Skylynx hopped behind Predaking through the portal.

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Continue to 2_9 (OA)

Notes:

Predaking's decision: ShadowRose (YouTube @ShadowRose-x1g7w)
The lost Predacons: Elaiz (elaiz90 on DeviantArt, _elaiz_ on Instagram)

Chapter 20: 2_9 (OA)

Notes:

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Edited by TangentExpress & Shira_Illustra

As humorous as it is having Predaking get someone's name wrong, this is a demonstration that when Predaking believes something, it appears in the text like it is the truth. Predaking can be very wrong, so you need to be careful about this for the future with Overlord.

When they returned to the Nemesis, the Predacons refuelled on energon. As they did, Predaking sensed that Starscream was startlingly close. Without requesting a ground bridge, Predaking led his brethren outside to fly under a darkening sky. They came to a wasted city after nightfall. Moonlight struck small particles floating in the air, turning it into a mist-like blanket over the ground. Starscream felt near, so the Predacons landed and marched closer in bot mode.

The heavy crunch of their footfalls led distrustful red eyes to peer over a windowsill. Then, Starscream stepped out into a patch of light where a wall had been ripped away.

“Visiting so soon?” he drawled, but his eyes quickly assessed the Predacons and their surroundings. His body was tense; the slightest hint of danger would send him jetting away.

“I require information,” Predaking announced.

The Seeker growled, “Oh, is that so?”

“Do you know where Shockwave can be located?”

“Shockwave?” Starscream rolled his eyes. “I should have known you would ask…”

“We seek the fourth Predacon he was incubating. Have you seen her, perchance?”

“Ugh...” Starscream grumbled. “Well, I have seen neither her nor Shockwave, but I do know the locations of a few laboratories we had planned to use as future refuges. That is the best I can offer you.”

“Excellent. Tell us.”

“I could,” Starscream hummed, “but what is in it for me?”

“Your continued freedom,” Predaking uttered. “I will keep your location secret from the Autobots.”

Starscream’s smirk dropped and he bristled. “So that’s how it’s going to be, hmm? Fine. I will tell you the coordinates, but don’t blame me if you forget them or find no one there. Clever as he is, there is a good chance Shockwave went somewhere secret so that I couldn't reveal his location…”

After giving them three sets of coordinates, Starscream shoved supplies into his cockpit and fled under the cover of night. Squinting, Predaking wondered why Starscream had risked being so close to the Autobots while there was a massive ongoing search for him...

---

Predaking divulged the coordinates to the black and yellow Autobot under the pretense that Skylynx had recalled them. The Autobot regarded him doubtfully, but only said, “We actually located these laboratories on a map, but upon investigation, found they were all empty.”

“What?” Predaking’s spark sank. After all that effort, he could not fathom how they had made no progress. 

“Why don’t you get some rest?” the Autobot advised. “We could all use some.”

It was difficult to feel so useless, powerless, and weak. Nevertheless, the warm reassurance in the Autobot’s eyes reassured him that there was no fault in stepping back to allow others to continue the search.

Predaking dropped his shoulders. “You will… contact us if she is found, correct?”

“I will, or someone else will,” the Autobot promised. 

At last, Predaking gave in and returned to the landing site with his brethren. Legs dragging, the Predacons were happy to collapse on familiar ground and curl around each other. In such moments when they came together, disputes were forgotten. Predaking felt accepted for who he was, especially as Vehicons calmly murmured and fell asleep around them.

Everything will be alright. The Autobots will find the Predacon.

As Predaking allowed himself to feel trust, he suddenly recalled the black and yellow Autobot’s name.

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The sun had just peeked over the horizon when Predaking received the call.

“Predaking? ”

Predaking’s current load dropped from his hands with a crash.

“Bee?” he responded. The Autobots had used that name to refer to the black and yellow Autobot, and Predaking felt proud of his own effort to memorize it. 

There was a pause before the Autobot’s voice brightened. “We found the Predacon! There was no trouble at all; we had a peaceful interaction and she already knew how to transform. I’ll send you a ground bridge now.”

Predaking dove through the portal as soon as it came. Skidding into the Nemesis, he halted before the Predacon who stood between Bee and a large Seeker.

Predaking’s eyes skipped over the Autobots to soak in the features of the new Predacon. She had a wonderfully savage face, tightly folded red wings, and aquamarine plates decked out with lethal spikes. Her bot form looked much more ruthless than those of their brethren, but as a member of the same formidable species, Predaking could only find pride in this fact. 

Although her biolights were typically yellow, her red pupils surprised him. They sliced her yellow eyes like red cuts, but as she hurried toward Predaking, they expanded into excited orbs. 

“You are Predaking, are you not?” She grabbed his arms and shot him a smile full of needle-like teeth. “Leader of the Predacons?”

Predaking’s chest swelled and the corners of his mouth lifted. He flashed a pleased glance at Bee. 

“Indeed I am.” He clasped the sharp plates of her shoulders. “And what shall you be called?”

“Ripclaw,” she answered.

“A strong and suitable name,” Predaking approved.

“My leader, I heard there are others like us and that you would take me to them!”

 “Yes, I will gladly introduce you. But first, tell me about Shockwave. Will he clone more of us?”

“Shockwave…” Her expression softened. “Our kind creator taught me how to transform so that I could communicate with others. He told me to find others like me, that they would care for me…” Ripclaw frowned. “But then he said he was going away to live on his own. I wanted to stay with him more than I wanted to leave. He insisted, however…”

Bee interjected, “We already sent a group to scout out the location. Shockwave is gone.”

The Autobot Seeker stepped in. Predaking finally glanced his way and was unsettled how his height matched Predaking’s own. “But he couldn’t have gone far. A flier will surely catch sight of him soon.”

“What will you do with him?” Predaking asked.

“Imprison him, until we can give him a trial,” Bee replied.

The Seeker crossed his arms. “Then promptly lock him back up.”

“Where?” Predaking asked.

The small Autobot replied, “We will soon have some secure cells available. In the meantime, anyone else would have to be put into stasis.”

“Don’t forget, Bumblebee, my inhibitor collars,” the Seeker added. 

Bumblebee? The realization that Predaking had been using a nickname slapped him. He resisted rubbing his face, lest he reveal his embarrassment. It would be better to act as though he had spoken with intention. 

“What are those things you just mentioned?” Ripclaw asked. “You will not harm Shockwave, correct?”

Bumblebee replied, “No. We would never intentionally harm a prisoner.”

The Autobot Seeker said, “Stasis locks bots in a state of unconsciousness.”

“And the ‘inhibitor collar’?”

The Seeker told her, “It disrupts T-Cog signals. Decepticons wearing them cannot transform or manifest their weapons. Trying to remove them will cause them to detonate, but of course, we will warn them well of that.”

“You would place such a dangerous device on Shockwave?” Ripclaw’s chest expanded. “He may be your enemy, but he does not deserve such treatment!”

“The Autobots he experimented on would disagree,” the Seeker sighed. “You are too young to understand; he did not make you out of the kindness of his spark. Shockwave created you to take advantage of your destructive capabilities.”

“Go easy on them, Jetfire,” Bumblebee said. “They don’t know the whole story.”

Jetfire nodded. “They don’t. Once the Dinobots have finished their hunt, we ought to arrange a meeting so that the Predacons fully understand Shockwave’s sins against life.”

Predaking could say nothing to defend Shockwave. For all he knew, Shockwave had agreed with Megatron’s plan to terminate the Predacons on Earth. He turned the bristling Ripclaw around to face him. “Do not argue with them. Perhaps Shockwave is not who he seems, but rest assured, he will not be harmed or killed.”

Ripclaw clamped her fangs shut. Meanwhile, the Autobots relaxed and gazed at Predaking with appreciative blue eyes.

“Predaking,” Jetfire said. “We need to discuss something. We were told that you released Starscream and have been refusing to pursue him despite having the means to track him. Bumblebee also reported that you may have spoken to him last night.”

“My decision is firm,” he replied. “I swore to him that I would only pursue him if he harmed anyone. Contact me if he does, for only then will I aid you in his arrest.”

“Help me avert a crisis,” Jetfire urged. “I know Starscream. If he feels threatened, he is likely to lash out and hurt others.”

“Then leave him,” Predaking muttered. “If it is true that Starscream only reacts aggressively when threatened, why pursue him? Regardless, I see no reason to be concerned about him. He is weak and manageable…”

“Once again, there is more you do not know,” Jetfire answered. “There are things Starscream has done—reasons why he should stand trial and face punishment.”

“I am weary of notions of revenge. I have given Starscream one last chance to change for the better, and so far he has not squandered it.”

“This isn’t about revenge,” Bumblebee butted in. “This is about justice.”

“I do not see the difference.” Impatient to introduce the other Predacons to Ripclaw, Predaking changed the subject. “Does Ripclaw have a communication link?”

Jetfire ground his face into his hand. “Why is he so stubborn? He could locate Starscream at this very moment!”

“We’ve been through this already,” Bumblebee sighed.

Predaking idly sensed Starscream’s distant location, huffed, and continued to withhold the information.

“I am a Predacon of my word. Now, do not make me ask again about Ripclaw.”

Bumblebee slouched in defeat. “No, not yet.”

“Have it done. We will return to the Hydrax Plateau following the installation.”

Jetfire grumbled to Bumblebee while he worked, “This is ridiculous. All our forces are spread out and wasting their time tracking these Decepticons…”

Bumblebee didn’t answer and clipped Ripclaw with a comm chip. 

“Are we done?” Predaking uttered.

“Yes,” he said.

“Good. Now send us back.”

Bumblebee nodded. Jetfire shifted his jaw as he watched a portal open up for the Predacons.

“Wait, Predaking. One more thing,” the Seeker announced. 

Predaking took a step, then paused.

“Thank you for letting Starscream go instead of hurting him,” Jetfire continued. “Though it may be hard to believe—and many would ridicule me for saying so—I never wanted to see him killed. He was my friend long ago.”

A friend of Starscream? Predaking’s frown eased. There really is much I do not know about this war.

Once Predaking and Ripclaw had stepped through the portal, she whirled around and demanded, “So who exactly is this Starscream?”

---

Continue to 2_10 (N/OA)

 

Ripclaw concept:

 

Jetfire concept:

Notes:

The inhibitor collars come from RID2015 and were placed on some Minicons.

I added the explosive element based on IDW when Autobots put bombs on the Decepticons after the war to make them behave.

Art:
Starscream in the city: skiel-infinity (Tumblr)
Meeting Ripclaw: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Ripclaw concepts: Emperor Kumquat (with Misfire for size by Mynametia)
Jetfire concept: demiigod.insta (Instagram)

Chapter 21: 2_10 (N/OA)

Notes:

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“I just don’t get it. The Autobots killed us, but now they are being nice to us?” Ripclaw pondered. “Did they think killing us was the only way for them to survive?”

Predaking had caught Ripclaw up with everything he knew about the War and shared his own experiences. Skylynx and Darksteel as well, who also listened in. Ripclaw was furious about the deaths of the Predacons on Earth, whereas the story did not personally offend the others. Despite the approving glow in Predaking's eyes, he eased Ripclaw into respecting the new truce with the Autobots.

She joined her brethren in construction of the towers, glaring at Autobot staff and refusing to respond to them, all while giving her energy and attention to the Vehicons. After a few days of work, her hostility to the Autobots relaxed. Whenever ships landed and her brethren puffed up and stood in a line, she copied them. The eyes she set on the ships were as suspicious as Predaking's and turned just as bored when there was no trouble. There was even less thrill than before, once the Autobots were able to hail incoming ships, communicating with them through video and audio to confirm their identities. The mystery of each ship's faction nearly died; the Predacons could only dream of a surprise trick with Decepticon impostors rushing out to attack.

Refugees trickled in from space. Predacon claws itched. One day, after another mundane ship of Autobots had emptied and its crewmates had dispersed, Ripclaw tackled Darksteel in beast form. The snarling and nipping tangle ended with Darksteel pinned and Ripclaw's tail wound around his neck. Both then laughed at the absurdity they found themselves in. Since then, at random times throughout each day, one Predacon would transform, plough into another, and roll on the landing zone where no Vehicons were in harm’s way. Though initially startled by the Predacons, the Vehicons soon realized they were in no danger. The Autobots working onsite learned this as well, and a few Wreckers even began to cheer on the mock fights.

Those who wrestled Ripclaw's spiky self bled from new holes stabbed into their bodies. While Predaking faced her for the challenge, he was frustrated as Ripclaw jumped away from any Predacon she had poked too many times. He wanted to properly defeat her to affirm he was the strongest of all the Predacons. But when chased, Ripclaw scurried endlessly around the ships. On the other hand, fighting Skylynx was more amusing. He was the most like Predaking himself—mature and focused on his work—so it was a pleasure to crack open his cool exterior and bring out the energetic beast within.

On one occasion, Predaking and Skylynx put on a combative show of lashing tails and snapping mouths for some laughing Wreckers. But then, an authoritative voice barked, “Halt! What do you think you are doing, abandoning your duty for this tomfoolery?”

The blue and red Autobot with tall white shoulders limped in with a scowl on his face. All nearby Wreckers hushed and backed away sheepishly.

"Sorry Commander, it was just harmless fun really," one Wrecker said.

"Get back to your stations," the taller Autobot ordered. "This is not the pits of Kaon!"

"Yes, Sir."

The Wreckers scuttled away. Predaking and Skylynx untangled but stared at the taller Autobot while still in beast form.

"As for you, Predacons," the Autobot uttered. "We have obligations here. We must ensure the safety of the planet and be prepared for trouble at all times. If you are unable to perform your duty as protectors of this site, then feel free to leave. We will find others to replace you."

The Predacons transformed.

"So then," Skylynx said, "we are considered protectors here?"

"It would be a suitable use of your strength," the Autobot replied. "While you may provide aid with construction, you are expected foremost to halt any Decepticon attacks."

Skylynx asked, "You are not opposed to me being here, despite the injuries I caused you?"

"And I as well," Predaking commented.

"Duty comes before personal feelings," the taller Autobot said. "Protect my soldiers and you will have my respect. But understand that I am the new Commander of this site. My name is Ultra Magnus, and you will address me as 'Sir'."

"Sure... Sir. I doubt we will have a need to battle again," Skylynx said. "Although I must admit, you pack a powerful punch. Knocked me out of the sky, you did. If Darksteel hadn't distracted you, defeating you would have taken more effort. I will be wary of bots your size from now on."

Predaking raised a brow at Skylynx. Ultra Magnus nodded subtly.

"Good. Now, Skylynx, Predaking—your names I have already familiarized myself with. Keep alert with Darksteel and Ripclaw. Treat every ship as potentially hostile as they approach and land. Report any suspicious objects or bots. And if you spot spreading rust or bots ill with any sort of ailment, report it at once to an Autobot."

"Understood," Predaking rumbled.

"Understood, Sir," Ultra Magnus corrected.

Predaking frowned back. Ultra Magnus kept his gaze steady with his, before he exhaled and turned away. Once Ultra Magnus had limped out of earshot, Skylynx told Predaking about his and Darksteel's battle with Ultra Magnus and Smokescreen. Predaking smirked and revealed a detail he had forgotten to share during his storytelling: what he had done to Ultra Magnus' hand. Together, they recounted these stories to Darksteel and Ripclaw. Yet so surprised were they that Ultra Magnus could swallow his hatred for the sake of duty, the Predacons all agreed to ease up on the roughhousing.

---

The night was calm until yelling and thundering feet woke the Predacons and Vehicons. Autobots pelted from the headquarters onto the landing field. Growling, the Predacons leapt to their feet with fire charged in their chests. They snuffed their fire soon after, identifying joy instead of alarm in the Autobot cries. The Predacons changed to bot mode and walked up behind the assembled crowd of Autobots, whose faces were tilted to the starry sky.

"What's all this about?" Darksteel asked a green Autobot by his knee. "Someone important coming?"

“It’s the crew of Omnitron!” she exclaimed.

“Huh?”

She didn’t even glance at him. “You know, the Aerialbots. Superion and…”

The rumbling began and the Autobots cheered. A multi-winged shadow grew larger as it floated over the plains. The Predacons looked to each other, then gawked as a massive spacecraft emerged into the moonlight. The titanic metal beast blocked out the moons as it landed right in front of the crowd, blasting them with wind. Blaster barrels as wide as Predaking's chest bounced beneath the ship. As the roaring engines died, Predaking hunted down a Vehicon to interrogate.

“Who are the crew of Omnitron?” Predaking demanded. “And the Aerialbots and Superion?”

“The Autobots call their Seekers ‘Aerialbots’,” the Vehicon replied. “They are led by Silverbolt, who combines with four of the Aerialbots to form the Combiner, Superion. They were stationed on the planet Omnitron to fight in a Campaign.”

Predaking asked, “Are you the same Vehicon who told us the tale of the Campaigns?”

“Oh! You recognized me?”

A staircase dropped beneath the ship. A line of five Seekers stepped down and the Autobot crowd erupted into applause. Leaning away from the noise, the Predacons shared awkward glances with the nearby Vehicons. A silver Seeker at the head of the line embraced Bumblebee, before Bulkhead grabbed the Seeker and squeezed him until his legs kicked in the air. More Autobots poured out of the ship while the five Seekers fanned out into the crowd, smiling and clasping the shoulders of comrades.

A yellow and red Seeker exclaimed, “Fresh energon, gushing right to the surface! That beautiful glow is a dream come true…” 

Other Autobots chimed in.

“It is so good to be back home!”

“I never thought I’d see Cybertron restored so soon.”

“I was starting to think it never would be!”

Even more Autobots poured out onto the landing zone and vastly outnumbered the welcoming party by the dozens. The Predacons and Vehicons drifted further away as the Autobots began to drown each other out with their chatter. 

Ripclaw grunted, “There are so many of them!”

The Vehicons disappeared entirely when more than one hundred Autobots filled the field. They were wise to leave when they had. The new crowd pointed fingers at the Predacons, surged closer, and shouted out questions.

"Who are you?"

"What faction are you?"

"What do you transform into?"

The four Predacons stiffened when they were surrounded by smaller bots. Predaking, baring his teeth, scanned the crowd for Ultra Magnus.

“Hey, should I transform?” Darksteel glanced at Predaking with a mischievous grin.

“You better not,” Skylynx warned him.

“What, you think they will all start shooting?”

Ultra Magnus boomed, “Attention, Autobots!”

He had climbed the stairs of the ship to speak over the crowd. Every bot spun around and shut their mouths.

“We celebrate your return to Cybertron, but let us not let joy distract us,” he announced. “Cybertron may be rejuvenated, but it can just as easily be destroyed again. We must protect it. Thankfully, your numbers help us secure the planet. But know that now… we are without our Prime…”

There was a loud collective gasp. Frightened eyes tracked Bumblebee as he stepped up below Ultra Magnus. 

“Optimus sacrificed himself to return the Allspark to the Well…” Bumblebee began.

The repetitive script bored Predaking. The Autobots’ reactions were predictable as ever: they jolted, yelled, then collapsed, sometimes outright crying. Predaking deliberated flying away somewhere quiet where he could get back to sleep, or staying to hear about the brutal battles of the Energon Campaign.

“Cybertron will be safe!” the silver Aerialbot proclaimed once Bumblebee and Ultra Magnus had finished. “The ‘Cons will stand no chance once all the Campaigns return and we outnumber them!”

“I am not prepared to assume all Campaigns were won in our favour," Ultra Magnus said. "However, your return has certainly increased global security. We now have a Combiner and sufficient flight-capable Autobots. More ground soldiers are additionally welcome.”

“How can we be of service?” the silver Aerialbot asked. “We had been waiting so long for a call but never heard anything until now… We defeated the 'Cons on Omnitron long ago.”

Bumblebee smiled, “We look forward to hearing about your victory.”

The silver Aerialbot—their leader, Predaking assumed—looked around as though he expected more Autobots to sprout from the ground. “Are we the first Campaign army to return?”

“That is correct,” Ultra Magnus said. 

“But we were the Third Campaign. Haven’t you heard from the first and second?”

“Not yet,” Bumblebee sighed.

“Hmm. I don’t like the sound of that…” the silver Seeker muttered.

“It doesn’t mean that they lost,” Bumblebee assured him. “For all we know, they could still be occupied, their communication devices could be down, their ships could be damaged… We will travel to the Campaign worlds. We were just waiting for repairs on the Nemesis to be finished and for enough Autobots to return to defend Cybertron in our absence.”

“You have the Nemesis? The whole bloody Nemesis? I guess that makes sense after everything you told us. It will just take a while before I can look at that ship in the sky and not feel threatened.”

“We have flight teams searching for stray Decepticons right now,” Bumblebee went on. “Fliers can help with that while everyone else can help rebuild Iacon and Kaon. How about you all just settle down for tonight and start work in the morning? We have residence buildings and rooms for you.”

A ground bridge was summoned and personal belongings were unloaded from the ship. The five main Aerialbots stayed behind while the large crowd of Autobots left through the portal.

The silver leader told Ultra Magnus, “We will tell you what happened in the Third Campaign. We have plenty of footage and images as well.”

Predaking perked up.

“We will download and catalogue your data.” Ultra Magnus nodded.

Ultra Magnus and the Autobot staff led the Aerialbots into the shiny new headquarters with the Predacons trailing behind.

The silver Seeker peered suspiciously at them. “Who are they? I couldn’t help but notice they are wearing a new insignia...”

“The Predacons are creations of Shockwave, but they deserted the Decepticon cause,” Bumblebee answered. “They volunteered here as construction workers and security guards.”

“Did you just say Predacons? Are they real Predacons?”

Bumblebee started, “Yes, Silverbolt. They—”

Predaking interrupted, “We are true Predacons. These alternative forms simply allow us to communicate with your kind.”

“Primus, I’ve seen everything now,” one of the Aerialbots said.

“Not yet you haven’t!” Darksteel puffed out his chest, then did what he was always so eager to do…

He transformed.

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Continue to 2_11 (N/OA)

Notes:

Art:
The Predacons on the landing site: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
The Aerialbots walk into the HQ but Darksteel transforms: ThunderFuse (Instagram)

Chapter 22: 2_11 (N/OA)

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Song of Silverbolt's story:
Chasing Daylight: Scott Buckley
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msnp0pmvJQQ

Silverbolt, so he was called, nodded at a fellow Aerialbot at one of the computers. Images flashed onto the many large screens hanging on the back wall.

“Skydive took most of these pictures and arranged a comprehensive slideshow that we planned to show on the day when we reunited with you,” Silverbolt said. “We expected that this would have taken place on the Ark, but for it to take place here… on our restored homeworld after Megatron’s defection…”

Silverbolt blew out a happy sigh, before straightening his back.

“Five centuries ago, we were deployed to Omnitron.”

[Sienna scenes appeared with rocky lands brushed by orange sand. Thick yellow clouds crowded the sky, until a violent wind chased them away to expose a burning red sun.]

“Cosmic Rust had removed the cyberformed surface, exposing the original terrain,” Silverbolt continued. “By the time we arrived, the plague was no longer active. Nothing remained except the colonists’ non-metallic belongings and their energon.”

Videos revealed various items left eerily unattended in flat expanses: flattened rubber tubes, rolling glass bottles, and withered cloths—a material foreign to Predaking—floated into the beyond or flapped under the rocks that pinned them.

“Of course, the Well of the colony world had rusted away..."

[A deep dark pit yawned at the audience.]

“We arrived after the Decepticons did but managed to establish a base within a tunnel system…”

[Dark tunnels glowed from the bright blue light of energon crystals.]

“But,” Silverbolt said, “we quickly learned that the Decepticon army was no match for us. They lacked skilled Seekers, they did not appear to have any outliers, and their Combiner, Menasor, immediately left them. And so, they were completely unprepared for Superion.”

“For once,” another Aerialbot chimed in, “the Autobots had air superiority!”

“They didn’t expect Optimus to send us,” Silverbolt nodded. “You could accurately say our War was won in a single battle! We defeated most of the Decepticons in one clean sweep with only a few losses ourselves. Most of the original Autobot army survived and thus were able to make it back home today.”

He smiled and crossed his arms as they showed images of the battlefield after the smoke had cleared: a hundred Decepticons lay strewn over dry gravel and stone.

“While biding our time until the Ark returned, we collected every shard of energon on Omnitron and constructed homes from stone. We were only pestered by a handful of Decepticon survivors…”

[A blurry photo of a darting purple shape appeared.]

“We think there were less than ten, but we were never safe with them around. They constantly tried to break into our base, but thankfully, they were never able to assassinate any Autobots. It was worrisome though, since we confirmed that their Campaign leader had been one of the survivors…”

[The blurry photo changed to the profile of a red-eyed Decepticon who squinted at the camera above his white mask.]

“For a while, we had hoped they died off since they went quiet. But then, out of nowhere last century, they took action. They revealed themselves to draw out Superion, and I mistakenly commanded all the fliers out as well. I assumed what they wanted me to: that we could corner them and finish them off for good... I never expected they would be so bold as to break into the middle of our headquarters, fighting savagely past our bots to steal a stockpile of energon and one of our ships!”

Silverbolt clenched his fists and growled.

“We let one of Megatron’s top military strategists live. Leaders like Krok are major threats, bots handpicked by the tyrant himself! Oh, we definitely pursued that scumbot. Once we got into our ships, we chased the Decepticons long and far, but they had of course stolen a bloody Shooting Star! There was no catching up to that, and we eventually lost their trail. There was nothing to do then but guard Omnitron. But, at least we could do that now in peace…”

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Bumblebee soothed. “You accomplished so much, and we’re relieved that so many of you were able to come home!”

“Yes…” Silverbolt exhaled and smiled. “It warms my spark.”

After the conclusion of their tale, the Aerialbots ambled back outside. Now that their army was absent, they turned in circles to soak in the shining fields.

“We might be a bit late tomorrow!” Silverbolt laughed. “Oh, to be home on a living planet and be among friends!”

The Aerialbots blasted off as silver streaks into the night, watched by everyone until they disappeared over the horizon.

---

The number of personnel at the spaceport skyrocketed. Predaking almost felt offended that the Autobots had stationed so many of their soldiers here. However, they stuck to their computers and hardly left the headquarters except for a landing. Then they would pass by the valiant row of Predacons, searching the ship and checking in the new arrivals. 

No, Predaking and his brethren could handle any threat without Autobot help. The parked ship of the Third Campaign may have humbled Predaking slightly with its size, being a quarter that of the Nemesis, but a force of four Predacons surely could defeat it if not him alone.

They strutted around the landing site in bot form until an alarm blared. They jolted. Vehicons stumbled all around him, spilling containers of bolts before looking around helplessly.

Ripclaw cried, “Is this an emergency? A Decepticon attack?”

“Presumably,” Predaking growled. 

The Predacons charged into the headquarters where Autobots clustered around Ultra Magnus. The alarms continued to ring as a radar repeated on many screens flashed a signal.

“Predacons!” The commander turned to them. “Prepare for deployment.”

“Decepticons?” Predaking pressed.

“Confirmed. They just hailed the Nemesis believing that Megatron would respond.”

“Finally, some action!” Darksteel crowed.

“You will apprehend the Decepticons once their ship is downed. Estimated number: twenty.”

They all kept a sharp eye on the radar until the signal vanished.

“Cosmos? Do you have a visual?” Ultra Magnus called on his comms.

“I do,” a voice answered, before a video was received and displayed. A medium-sized ship blasted over Cybertron then dipped through the clouds, but the flying Autobot stayed in pursuit.

“Have they fired upon you?”

“Not yet, Sir. I don’t think they are aware of my presence.”

Ultra Magnus turned to Wheeljack, who was already heading toward the exit. The small Wrecker saluted. “Aye aye, Sir. I’ll shoot them down.”

He transformed and sped off.

“Sir,” a blue and orange Autobot called, “shall I attempt to hail the Decepticons again?”

“Yes. Let us try our luck.”

The blue and orange Autobot typed rapidly, then every bot stared apprehensively at the grey middle screen. Several long seconds passed until the screen crackled and colours sprang to life. The Autobots leapt back and many bore their weapons as hostile and growling faces filled the visuals. Silver scars shone, blades and blasters gleamed, and thrust chests displayed Decepticon insignias all too clearly.

At the front of the bristling crew, a short red two-wheeler slammed her fist onto the controls and hollered, “Autobots!”

“Surrender and land.” Ultra Magnus replaced the blue and orange bot in front of the computer's camera. “Cybertron is under Autobot control and you are outnumbered.”

“Where is Megatron?” The two-wheeler snapped her teeth at the camera. “What the frag are you doing with our warship?”

“The War is over. I repeat: surrender yourselves.”

Her yellow eyes blazed. “Like slag it’s over! You’ll never take us alive, Autobots!”

Her other fist slammed down and the visual cut out.

Ultra Magnus spun around and spoke over his comms. “The Decepticons still refuse to turn themselves in. Wheeljack, Aerialbots, bring down that ship! Predacons—”

They beamed.

“—be prepared to use force!”

---

END PART 2
Continue to Part 3

 

Silverbolt concept:

Slingshot:

Fireflight:

Skydive:

Air Raid:

Notes:

Art:
Images of Omnitron: skiel-infinity (Tumblr)
Silverbolt, Slingshot, Fireflight, Skydive, Air Raid (jet form): kaichdreis (X)
Air Raid bot form: Acruxwave

Chapter 23: PART 3

Notes:

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Predaking and his brethren shot through a ground bridge with their wings taut and their claws bared. Warm exhaust buffeted their faces as Wheeljack's ship blasted off toward the distant speck of the Decepticon vessel.

“You might wanna stay back,” Wheeljack spoke over their comms. “Let us do what we do best, an' you just catch the runners.”

Predaking growled lowly. He would rather latch onto the ship and rip it to shreds. His yellow eyes turned to slits as five jets shot out the ground bridge and zoomed by in perfect formation.

“They’re still high up,” Silverbolt reported. The shining Seeker cracked the sound barrier, leading his team higher and filling the comms with the booms of their engines. “Cosmos, where are they heading?”

“I don’t think they have a planned destination,” Cosmos replied.

Squinting into the sky, Predaking could not locate the green Autobot trailing the Decepticon ship. Regardless, he and his brethren hurried after the others getting further ahead.

“Great!” Wheeljack exclaimed. “Looks like the ‘Cons weren’t prepared.”

The Decepticon vessel opened fire and scorching orange rained down. The Aerialbots split and shot away, but the chuckling Wheeljack twirled his ship and slipped behind the Decepticons. Launching a missile, he struck the rear of the Decepticon ship. After a boom, their vessel trembled then dropped with smoke billowing out its back.

“Ship’s shotty!” Wheeljack announced. “Just had to clip it n' now they’re falling.”

“Everyone keep your distance!” Silverbolt called as the Aerialbots regrouped. “Superion will handle the rest. Predacons—you’re flying too close!”

Skylynx and Ripclaw glanced at Predaking. Tossing his head, he led them after the smoking ship. The stench of hot metal hit the Predacons as they divided themselves and ringed their target. Ignoring the engines of the Aerialbots over him, Predaking burned fresh fire in his chest, let it surge up his throat—

“ASIDE!”

A massive hunk of metal plunged past Predaking and slammed onto the vessel. Metal cracked from the deafening blow and huge hands dug into the ship, ripping sideways and opening a gaping wound. Eyes popping, Predaking beheld a giant even larger than him. When Superion bellowed, he rattled the Predacons and sent them fleeing to the sides. Gawking, they trailed and watched. Superion's body released a storm of firepower and hundreds of holes punctured the ship. His fists descended, punching and grabbing the hull, then hurling pieces of it behind him.

Predaking could barely remember the Aerialbots as they had been. Five bots had somehow become a sky warrior of utter carnage with fire blasting from his feet and guns smothering his hide. It was like he had stepped into the story of Omnitron. He could imagine the slaughter of one hundred Decepticons as some now spilled out the holes in the ship. However, the Combiner did not target them. Superion clung onto the ship while the Decepticons flailed helplessly in the air. Only one happened to be a Seeker, who immediately came under Wheeljack’s fire when he tried to jet away.

“Don’t miss any of them!” Wheeljack called.

The Predacons hurtled after the Decepticons. Ripclaw snagged a pair of bots while Darksteel caught the red Seeker in one hand, squeezing the Decepticon and startling him into transforming.

“What the slag?” he shrieked. “What is this thing?”

Predaking folded his wings to plummet and catch two other targets. Upon being grabbed, the Decepticons struggled madly and fired at him. When Predaking restrained them, the two bots erupted into panicked cursing. Skylynx faced the same reaction as he caught the last Decepticons.

“Predacons!” one bot screeched.

The Decepticons began to scream and fight harder, cutting themselves on their captors’ claws. All the Predacons could do was tighten their grips and follow the ship. As the ground rushed closer, Superion tilted the ship back and hollered, “IMPACT IMMINENT!”

The Combiner rode the vessel until it collided with Cybertron and ploughed a screeching trail across the surface. Once it scraped to a halt, Superion leapt off and Cosmos called out coordinates. In the next moment, a ground bridge opened and Autobots poured onto the scene, surrounded the downed ship, and held out charged and humming blasters.

“Servos to the sky!” they cried, repeating the command until fidgeting Decepticons crept outside. The Autobots stood stiff and anxious, back parts flared on many, although Superion loomed over the frightened Decepticons. None of the Decepticons dared draw arms, and even the Decepticons in the Predacons’ clutches grew submissive.

The Predacons transformed and carried their prisoners forward. The Decepticons did not react to the transforming Predacons as their eyes locked on their comrades. They all knelt together in a line. Ultra Magnus then arrived, concealing his limp. He thrust himself forward with his shoulders squared and glare contemptuous.  

Ultra Magnus asserted, “You resisted arrest and not only attempted to flee, but you fired upon our forces.”

The black two-wheeler had fiery red details as hot as her tone. “Get fragged!”

All Decepticon gazes hardened. Behind them, their burning ship crackled in the silence.

“Jetfire,” Ultra Magnus beckoned.

The tall white and red Seeker stepped forward. Jetfire passed silver and purple collars into the hands of nearby Autobots, who then advanced upon the Decepticons. 

“Decepticons,” Jetfire said, “these are inhibitor collars which will lock your ability to transform and bear your weapons. Any attempt to forcefully remove these collars will detonate them.”

“What the scrap?” a purple and grey Decepticon growled.

Arcee approached the Decepticon two-wheeler with an open collar. The leader of the crew snapped, “Like I’ll let you do that to me, scrap-eater!”

Launching at Arcee, the two-wheeler threw her to the ground. She bashed her with her fists and the collar went flying. All the Decepticons hurled themselves at the other Autobots, smacking away the devices then fighting savagely. Before the brawl intensified, the Predacons slammed onto the ground in beast mode and rose to their full heights. Flaring open their wings, they blocked out the sun. Darkness fell over the Decepticons, who turned to face intense yellow eyes and parting fangs. When the Predacons tossed back their necks and shrieked, Decepticons and even some Autobots yipped.

The Decepticons cowered as the Predacons prowled closer, throats orange and claws flexed. Superion grabbed and restrained the largest Decepticons in the group, then the other Autobots hurried to lock collars on all the others. 

At last, Arcee managed to clip a collar onto the Decepticon leader. After the click, the black and red two-wheeler jolted, tugged the collar, then roared, “No! No, you little—”

The Decepticon raised her arms. Her plates shifted, then clacked back in place with the sad stutter of a struggling T-Cog. 

“No!” 

She lunged at Arcee but met Bumblebee’s fist. Quiet reigned thereafter.

“All of you,” Ultra Magnus announced. “You will accompany us to the jailhouse in Kaon, where you will await individual judgment...”

A black and purple Decepticon cried, “Kaon? The prison’s in our city?”

Autobot blasters aimed at the outspoken Decepticon.

“... And you will come without further resistance,” Ultra Magnus uttered.

The Decepticons shuddered, their eyes glued on the hissing Predacons behind the Autobots.

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Continue to 3_2

Notes:

Art:
Wheeljack shoots the Decepticon ship: kaichdreis (X)
Flamewar vs Arcee interrupted by Predacons: skullfacedlady (X)

Chapter 24: 3_2

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Out of curiosity, the Predacons followed the march of prisoners through a ground bridge to Kaon. They entered a dark hall lined on both sides by open cells. Autobots pushed Decepticons into them, jailing them behind fizzing red bars. Through the red haze, the Decepticons glared out and muttered curses at their captors.

“We'll be staying here!” Silverbolt called down the hall. “So if any of you just try to escape, know Superion will be right on you!”

As the Predacons lingered in the hall, Bumblebee walked up to them. “You can head back; we will take it from here.”

Predaking and his brethren strode through a portal back to the spaceport. With puffed chests and raised chins, they boasted to the Vehicons how they had secured the situation between the Autobots and Decepticons. Eventually, Ultra Magnus returned to round up spaceport staff for debriefing. The Predacons were beckoned back to the headquarters, where they stood behind other Autobots and watched the screens.

“Nineteen Decepticons were apprehended today,” Ultra Magnus said. “All were captured with minimal injury and no Autobot casualties.”

Another Autobot displayed images of the Decepticons onto the various screens.

Ultra Magnus continued, “They claim that they are merely a small crew who had been separated long ago from the Nemesis. They do not come from any Campaign World. Additionally, there are no high-ranking Decepticons or outliers among them. Their makeshift leader was Flamewar: a former spy in the War for Cybertron…”

[Her profile appeared for all to see.]

“There are other notable members in their group. Barricade: a corrupt law enforcer before the War, who was part of Megatron's original ring of confidants.”

[The scowling face of a black and purple Decepticon popped up in the centre screen.]

“Octane: a triple-changer known for sabotaging ships and other vehicles.”

[The grey and purple Decepticon was shown.]

“Onboard the vessel were only two Seekers: Jhiaxus and Red Wing. The former was a notable Decepticon scientist.”

[One was orange; the other was the red one caught by Darksteel.]

“Shadow Striker was also onboard: a sniper some of you may recall from the War for Cybertron.” 

[A Decepticon appeared with one squinting eye and the other hidden behind a lens.]

“All nineteen Decepticons, including their medic Flatline, are currently labelled as moderate-risk. Subsequent trials will determine if any of them can be relabelled as low-risk. However, given their resistance and their historic loyalty to Megatron, it is unlikely that their status will change.”

Bumblebee spoke up. “We need to prove to them that Megatron defected.”

“That would kill their fighting spirit.” Jetfire nodded.

Arcee said, “You sound like you already have an idea, ‘Bee…”

“They need to see it for themselves,” Bumblebee continued. “Video proof.”

“Video?” Arcee replied. “But we don’t…”

Bumblebee tapped his head.

“Remember when we entered Megatron’s mind to find the cure for the Cybonic Plague?” Bumblebee turned to Ultra Magnus as he continued the story. “We used the cortical psychic patch and Ratchet was able to see everything I saw. If we could record my memory of Megatron renouncing the cause, that would be our proof.”

“The cortical psychic patch?” Ultra Magnus scowled. “That invention was created by Shockwave and outlawed by Autobots...”

“When used correctly, it is not harmful,” Bumblebee insisted. “I suggest that we use it only when necessary. For this instance, and in any emergency where accurate information is desperately needed.”

“Hmm.” Ultra Magnus’ frown deepened. “I will have to consult Ratchet about the safety in using this device.”

Recording memories? How intriguing... Predaking thought. Each day he seemed to learn something new. Although, perhaps Megatron had mentioned something about going inside Ratchet’s head when he had been their prisoner. 

“Incredible,” Skylynx breathed. “Shockwave, our creator, invented a machine capable of assessing the mind?”

Ultra Magnus wrapped up the meeting, thanking everyone for their work.

“As for the Predacons…” Ultra Magnus announced. “I was impressed by how you captured the Decepticons and de-escalated the situation when they began to resist arrest.”

Their chests expanded again and a smile split Predaking's face. Ultra Magnus nodded at the newest Predacon member, then concluded by reminding everyone to remain diligent. Ultra Magnus stayed to answer questions while the Predacons headed for the exit. In the hall, Ripclaw chatted.

“I think he likes me now! Because of what you all did in the past, he was quite cold to me at first…”

“You sure it wasn’t just your face?” Darksteel teased. “You scare every new Autobot who comes here!”

Ripclaw growled playfully and shoved Darksteel against the wall. Vehicons in the hall ahead of them jumped aside as the two Predacons charged through.

Once they were gone, Skylynx remarked, “Ultra Magnus' animosity really was our fault. I get the sense that Ultra Magnus does not judge by appearance, but by actions. And we acted as the weapons the Decepticons made us to be. If anything, this Autobot has been more forgiving to us than the other Autobots we have met.” 

Predaking nodded. “I agree… I do not believe I could forgive those who, if they were capable, had inflicted the same injuries upon me.”

“I suppose it is true what the Autobots say, that they wish for peace on Cybertron. True for some of them, at least.”

Predaking considered the polite, helpful demeanour of Bumblebee. His spark rolled. Just how could Bumblebee and Ultra Magnus be good, when they had participated in the slaughter of innocent Predacons? Ultra Magnus himself had been there, utterly responsible for it. Yet for some reason, Predaking now recoiled from the memory of grinding Ultra Magnus’ hand to powder. 

“Perhaps, just some of them,” he echoed.

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Time passed peacefully while the Autobots ran trials on the Decepticons in Kaon. For the next few days, the only Cybertronians who arrived on Cybertron were Autobots. However, a particular small ship attracted the Autobots that mattered: Ultra Magnus, Bumblebee, Jetfire, and the other Autobots from Earth.

Bumblebee pranced up to the newcomers. “Ironhide! Jazz! Prowl! Oh, you too, Sideswipe?”

A yellow Autobot shoved himself forward and pouted his lips. “Hey now, you didn’t list his charming brother first?”

“Sunstreaker, you idiot!” His red and white twin punched him. “You’re so busy focusing on yourself— Can't you see ’Bee’s talking? His voice box!”

“Oh! Oh!” Sunstreaker gasped. “Bumblebee! What happened?”

Each of the seven new Autobots squeezed Bumblebee, laughing joyfully to hear how his voice box had been repaired. Their laughter faded once Bumblebee relayed the news of Optimus’ sacrifice. 

A white and black Autobot with blue eyes tried to lighten the mood.

“I always knew he’d go out like that,” claimed the one called “Jazz”. “Couldn't be any other way, no Siree! Not by Megatron, Quints, no supernova or ship crash… It was only gonna be something crazy, legendary—sacrificing himself for everybody… Defeating Unicron then restorin' life to Cybertron! Well, how can anybody top that?”

Predaking’s brows twitched and he wondered if he should allow the awe in his spark to linger.

Despite his own words, Jazz's shoulders dropped. The burly red Autobot called Ironhide patted Jazz’s shoulder before leaving his hand there. The one named Bluestreak shifted closer to the one named Prowl. Though Prowl, he decided to change topics. 

“Are those experiments of Shockwave?” Prowl squinted at the Predacons. “Why are they here?”

Predaking glared from the sharpness of his tone.

Ultra Magnus responded, “The Predacons have helped maintain security on Cybertron by intimidating the Decepticons into submission.”

“Predacons?” the one called Tracks gasped. “But—”

Predaking huffed, but let Bumblebee explain. Others tended to receive the Predacons better when another Autobot vouched for them. However, Prowl was not reassured. His hard eyes swept over the Predacons but paused on Ripclaw. He growled, “And you really just let them join you?”

Predaking’s arms tensed as he resisted the urge to claw Prowl. His voice and eyes reminded him of Starscream.

Ripclaw snarled, “I’ve never once harmed any of you and I’ve been nothing but helpful since my creation! Are you going to judge me because of who created me? Maybe Shockwave did some bad things—”

“An understatement,” Prowl said.

Ripclaw bared her claws, then fumed when Prowl stared at her hands, quirking a brow like she had proven his point.

“You’re better off stationing the Aerialbots here,” Prowl told his fellow Autobots. “They are certainly more trustworthy and self-contained.”

Bluestreak held onto Prowl’s forearm. “You’re being too harsh, Prowl. They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Oh no, they did.” Prowl shook his head. “Look at Ultra Magnus’ armour. Burned metal, bite marks that match the teeth on that one’s head plating—”

He pointed at Skylynx.

“It’s evident; they attacked Autobots including the Commander.”

Bluestreak urged, “But Prowl, the Commander isn’t a fool! He must trust them now to have stationed them here!”

Ultra Magnus swelled, glaring down at Prowl sternly. “Indeed. The Predacons have battled alongside us against Unicron and his forces. Not to mention, against the hostile Decepticons which I just mentioned. They have earned my trust. Therefore, they are worthy of yours.”

Prowl huffed and shook his head. He grumbled lowly to himself, “You can’t change a bot’s nature...”

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Notes:

Oh, Prowl.
Prowl is also an ass in Aligned and he was critical of Seekers in Exiles.

Art:
The small Autobot ship of familiar faces: Breis23
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe intro: kaichdreis (X)

Chapter 25: 3_3

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Bumblebee snuck over to the Predacons after the new Autobots had left through a ground bridge.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said. “Just understand that Prowl's reaction came from a place of fear.”

“That doesn’t justify it!” Ripclaw snapped. 

Predaking stepped forward. “Fear drove Megatron to plan the extermination of our brethren. Fear drove you to fulfill his plan. Fear leads to the insults we face from Decepticons like Starscream and now Autobots like Prowl. How much harm does the word 'fear' excuse? Is it limitless?”

“Of… of course not,” Bumblebee stammered.

Predaking uttered, “Instead of excusing another's actions for the reason of fear, tell me what you will do to erase that fear. You have a responsibility to correct your comrades. It is not our responsibility to forgive them.”

Bumblebee crumpled and his eyes flashed regret.

“There is only so much I can say to them right now,” he murmured. “These things take time. I’m sorry to have to tell you… so many of us grew up reading horrific historical tales of Predacons. Even when you prove you are more than animals, many will still view you as Decepticons... Or Decepticon weapons. Shockwave had a reputation of creating monstrous experiments, and then, there are the Dinobots to consider. They are Autobots too, yet, so few of us are willing to trust them. Because they have harmed their own allies without meaning to.”

Ripclaw shut her jaw. Predaking muttered, “We should not be compared to others. We are not Decepticons, Dinobots, or experiments. We are cloned but true unmodified Predacons. And no one controls us.”

“I know that; others do not. Not yet, but they will.”

“When?” Darksteel grumbled.

“It takes some bots more time than others, so I can’t say,” Bumblebee sighed. “But… please, don't give up here. You are doing great work and I believe you are changing the public perception of Predacons. Remember how Ultra Magnus praised you in front of everyone? I saw how impressed the others looked! And I think everyone back at headquarters will agree that you would be the best option to aid us with our next big mission.”

Skylynx said, “What mission?”

“The Nemesis is almost flight-capable. Once it is, we’ll be going through the space bridge to bring the remaining Miner Vehicons on Earth back to Cybertron. I know they’ll struggle to accept being picked up by Autobots, but there will be less resistance if familiar faces persuaded them to come home. Like Knockout and you… And then after Earth, we'll visit other worlds: the colony worlds in dire need of emigration and the Campaign worlds where Autobots and Decepticons may still be in conflict… We could really use your strength in case things go awry.”

“You mean scare or beat whoever attacks us?” Darksteel replied with a hopeful tone.

“Er, yes... but let's focus on the 'scare' tactic you used with the 'Cons we just took in.”

Predaking growled, “And are you certain you would rather have our aid over that so-called 'Superion's'?”

“I believe you are the superior option,” Bumblebee smiled.

Predaking lifted his shoulders and hid his own amused smile. Looking sternly down, he declared, “We most certainly are. We will prove this to all Autobots by joining your mission.” 

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Continue to 3_4

Chapter 26: 3_4

Notes:

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Two weeks passed before Predaking and his brethren trudged into the Nemesis behind the Autobots of his past. Bumblebee flashed him a trusting smile from beside Ratchet, then excitedly jabbered to Arcee, Smokescreen, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack.

“Maybe a race would cheer them up, what do you say?” Bumblebee exclaimed. “All of us against each other and whoever they want to ride with, they can ride with!”

Wheeljack drawled, “Well, I wonder if I'll have any luck convincing Miko I'm the better pick, eh, Bulk?”

“Ha! Good luck with that...” Bulkhead began, but Predaking started to tune them out.

Knockout silently padded between the Autobots and Predacons. Heading the group, Ultra Magnus and a large red Autobot, Iron-something, strode shoulder to shoulder. They all entered the main control room of the Nemesis. At the end of the catwalk in Megatron's post, a red and white Autobot grinned at them over the flight controls.

“Weeeeelcome abroad, this is your captain speaking!”

The Autobot's voice echoed throughout the halls of the Nemesis. A few Vehicons standing at the side computers jolted. Laughing, the red and white Autobot quivered in glee then tapped at the controls. Slowly, the warship lifted into the sky, but the Autobot could not resist casting his voice across the Nemesis once more.

“Air Sideswipe promises a comfortable flight and a zero percent chance of death aboard this vessel, despite the previous reputation of Decepticon Airlines. New company, new safety guidelines—”

“That is enough,” Ultra Magnus growled.

“Sorry, Sir.” Sideswipe chuckled. “No harm intended; I was just playing human. And I got the chills standing here, so my nerves are talking.”

While the Autobots headed up the catwalk, Darksteel snickered and began to wander to the side.

“Touch nothing,” Predaking uttered.

The Vehicons prepared to guard the computers, before Darksteel's mouth rounded and he hopped down below the catwalk. Predaking, Ripclaw, and Skylynx followed him. Climbing down the levels, they all stepped onto the transparent floor which acted as a window to the shrinking world. Below their feet, the Hydrax Plateau became a glimmering silver square. A gritty patch of rusty red wrapped around its north side while to the south, a blueish land with black pits bordered it.

Knockout peered over the catwalk. “This can't be new to you, can it? You can fly, after all.”

Predaking glared at him while Darksteel insisted, “I don't think I could fly this high!”

When fire engulfed the ship, Ripclaw, Skylynx, and Darksteel inhaled in awe.

Smokescreen told them, “Not that you seem too worried, but that's just what happens when you go through an atmosphere!”

Predaking remembered such a fire surging over him once before. As he considered his journey to Cybertron, clinging to the Nemesis, he thought it strange that these Autobots were unintentionally responsible for bringing him here.

Had I been left on Earth, would I have sought refuge with the Vehicons we now seek?  Or would I have hunted them for survival, ignorant as I was?

Slipping into the dark embrace of space, the ship loomed over the planet. Silver lands slipped into regions of black, green, red, tan, and even pink, yet all were tied together by majestic blue lines. Particularly, a shade of blue that made Predaking's spark sing. He had missed this sight before. Now, he sighed along with the Autobots above.

Arcee exhaled, “Now that's a Cybertron which never existed in my lifetime.”

“It's nothing I ever could have imagined...” Smokescreen breathed.

Ratchet said, “Only in my youth, did such nature flourish on Cybertron.”

“Marvellous,” Ultra Magnus rumbled. “This is a gift we must cherish.”

“A gift from Primus for ending the War, eh?” Sideswipe piped up. “That's what I think, anyway.”

“Well, some bots don't think the War's over,” the burly red Autobot replied. “I hope Primus knows better than us n' you're right...”

Passing through a massive space bridge, the Nemesis emerged into a new region of space. Another planet replaced Cybertron, and though quite different, it won the Predacons’ fascination. They admired the blue and green orb streaked by white clouds, until Bumblebee called to them, “Planet Earth holds a special place in my spark!”

Knockout peered over the catwalk to add, “Although it lacks a certain lustre, I find the blue especially profound.”

The Predacons climbed up to the upper level as the red Autobot drawled, “Aww, I wish I’d known where Prime'd been all this time! Would’ve loved to hang on this marble.”

He grinned at Bumblebee, who said, “We would have been honoured to have you, Ironhide. And who knows, maybe the War would've been over sooner!”

Sideswipe said, “Aight, I'm opening the first Miner Vehicon portal. Hurry along before some confused drones wander in.”

Knockout and Predaking headed through the ground bridge. When dirt and rock crunched underfoot, nostalgia flooded Predaking. However, he had little time to reminisce about the better days when he had trusted the Decepticons. Jumping to their feet, a crew of extremely bored Miner Vehicons tried to look busy. All raw energon had long since been processed into cubes, which the Vehicons quickly pushed into neat piles and stopped using as chairs. 

One Miner Vehicon addressed Knockout, “Sir! We lost contact with the Nemesis. Did something happen? The collection date was decacycles ago.”

“Some… things did happen,” Knockout explained.

The Vehicons stopped. Around twenty-five of them pressed in as Knockout described Megatron’s defeat and defection. First there was stunned silence, then an uproar.

“Defect? Megatron would never abandon the cause!”

“He created it!”

“That’s an Autobot lie!”

Knockout exclaimed, “I was there! I heard it with my own audio receptors!”

Ultra Magnus interrupted on the comms, “What is your progress?”

“Who was that? An Autobot?” a Vehicon cried.

The shouts of the Miner Vehicons leaked through the comms. Through the portal came Skylynx, Darksteel, and Ripclaw with the Vehicons from the Nemesis.

“We were sent,” Skylynx said. “How may we assist?”

Predaking gazed over the restless Miner Vehicons.

“Leave it to me,” Predaking decided, speaking for the benefit of the listening Autobots.

“The drones seem agitated,” Ultra Magnus pressed.

Predaking growled, “They are not drones. They are Cybertronians like any other, and they need time to process the news. As much time as it took you Autobots to accept the news of your Prime’s passing.”

Sideswipe protested, “We don’t have all the time in the universe! Just bring them through!”

“What excuse is this, that we are short on time? I have heard nothing of the sort!” Predaking challenged. The Miner Vehicons quieted and turned their double-banded eyes on him. “The War is over; the planet is at peace and under your control.”

Bumblebee murmured behind Ultra Magnus, perceptible over the comms: “He’s right… Give them time to accept the news so we can bring them back to Cybertron peacefully.”

The Vehicons stood in stunned silence. Knockout blinked at them and asked, “So do you want to come with us or stay here in this gloomy cave forever?”

They hesitated, leaning away from the bubbling ground bridge. Darksteel nudged a jet Vehicon toward his smaller fellows and piped up, “Hey! Why don’t you tell them how great it’s been? No fighting and fresh air—it is great, right?”

Predaking gawked at Darksteel. Awkwardly, the nudged Vehicon walked up to the small Miners and revealed how the troopers now worked on Cybertron. Their panic and aggression faded, replaced by hope. The Miners, who had been locked away in the murky caves with nothing but Megatron on their minds, grew enticed by the idea of sunlight and the freedom to travel. The jet Vehicon even described things Predaking had not known about: Vehicon residences filled with games and music, as well as a new bar in Kaon owned by a Vehicon himself…

One by one, the Miners made up their minds and stepped through the portal, carting all of their energon.

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Notes:

Art:
Earth: MysticFoxDesigns (Tumblr)
The Miner Vehicons: CATmetchu (linktr.ee/CATmetchu)

Chapter 27: 3_5

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As Predaking travelled from mine to mine, slowly gathering Vehicons, Knockout lounged on stacks of energon cubes. He left the negotiations to Predaking or the warrior-class Vehicons, sipping energon instead or dozing off on his hand. Once the warship had collected approximately one hundred Miner Vehicons, Ultra Magnus announced, “That will be enough for now. We shall transport this group to Cybertron before collecting another.”

Predaking finally took a proper look around and noticed almost all of the Autobots had vanished. Only Ultra Magnus, Ironhide, and Sideswipe remained with his brethren.

“Where are the others?” Predaking asked.

“They have gone to visit old comrades,” Ultra Magnus answered. “We will make this journey without them.”

Knockout walked away to the corner, stretching, while Predaking sought Darksteel, Skylynx, and Ripclaw.

“It's starting to get boring,” Darksteel grumbled. “That Magnus bot wouldn't even let us play on the moon. Wouldn't even let us wander the halls!”

Predaking said, “I understand that you would rather accompany me. However, I fear that too many Predacons, albeit in bot-mode, may startle the Miner Vehicons. Perhaps I can take just one of you each time.”

Gathered on the floor below the catwalk, the Predacons watched the speckled fabric of space until they passed through the space bridge. Ultra Magnus called forth the groups of Miner Vehicons hiding in the halls outside the room. Each were assigned to either Iacon or Kaon then departed through ground bridges. After which, the ship returned to Earth.

“How 'bout a lil break?”  Ironhide clapped his hands together. “The big Pred probably needs it an' our friends'll want more time with their humans!” 

“Can we go to Earth?”  Darksteel called.

“No. You were already told,” Ultra Magnus uttered.

“Let us power down,” Predaking suggested to his brethren.

“So what if the indigenous life sees me?” Darksteel grumbled to Predaking.

“Focus on our mission. We have come to prove ourselves superior to the alternative option of the Aerialbots.”

Darksteel transformed and settled upon the transparent floor. Earth floated below them as they all transformed and filled the bottom dome like a bowl. However, Predaking did not close his eyes and drift to sleep. His yellow gaze regarded the planet while his mind slipped into a reel of memories. Predaking had experienced the winds, mountains, ice, and rock of Earth. Having spent more time there than on Cybertron, he was even more familiar with its gravity. Yet he had felt little for the planet. Home had been with the Decepticons and the deceitful soft touch of Shockwave's hand. If he hadn't come to Cybertron, he would have felt lost here on Earth. Predaking was thankful to Cybertron for welcoming him, speaking to him deep in his aching spark.

Predaking closed his eyes. Pain crushed him along with longing for a changed past. When a ground bridge opened, he raised his head to the pairs of footsteps thumping across the catwalk. Chuckles rang out although Ironhide hushed, “Quiet now, the Preds are rechargin'. You can too if you like.”

“Not in the Decepticon barracks, I hope!” Bulkhead joked.

Predaking made eye contact with Bumblebee and Smokescreen when they glanced over the side. As the group headed to the back of the room, Predaking slowly rose to his feet.

“Wanna cut me a slice of that energon, Jackie?” Bulkhead asked.

Wheeljack replied, “Sure thing, and maybe we'll share with the others, huh?”

“Give the dying pilot some!” Sideswipe called.

Predaking crawled over a growling Skylynx and up the levels, peeking over the edge. Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Arcee, and Bulkhead assembled around some of the energon cubes from the mines, looking expectantly at Wheeljack and his drawn swords. Hearing Predaking's approach, they all whipped around. The Autobots jumped, though slightly, but Predaking saw hardness flash in Wheeljack's eyes. His grip tightened and his swords crossed.

Smokescreen nervously laughed, “Oh uh, you want some too?”

Predaking transformed to bot-mode and lumbered toward them. The Autobots cast awkward glances at each other when he did not answer, but Wheeljack turned and began to dice up an energon cube.

“Bumblebee,” Predaking rumbled. “May I have a word with you?”

“Uh, sure...” Bumblebee looked at the others to reassure them. “I'll be alright...”

Bumblebee waved to the Autobots in the front while leading Predaking through one of the exits. Ultra Magnus, Ironhide, Ratchet, and Sideswipe stared at them curiously. Then, the door shut behind them and granted them privacy.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Bumblebee murmured.

Predaking said, “If I ramble, do excuse me. I do not know how to begin this conversation and it is assuredly impromptu.”

“Nothing to worry about, Predaking. And no need to be so formal!”

“This is my chosen manner of speech.”

“As you wish.”

Predaking sighed, “I observe you with your comrades. You treat each other amicably.”

“Of course, we're family,” Bumblebee said. “As you are to the other Predacons, right?”

“I have a vague conception of this term.”

“Like brethren, but with emphasis on how much we care for each other.”

Predaking shifted. “I care for my brethren, as their leader. Nevertheless, my relationship to them is not what I wish to speak about.”

“Alright...” Bumblebee waited.

Predaking halted, slammed his eyes shut, and gritted his teeth. “Why did you exterminate the Predacons on Earth?”

Bumblebee paused.

Predaking flared open his eyes. “I do not understand. Especially you, Bumblebee: an Autobot who has demonstrated such respect, kindness, and open-mindedness to me. While your brethren bear arms at me, you bow to me. Although I have witnessed some of your redeemable traits in your... family members as well. Not Prowl, but those who have come on this mission. This has left me in a dire state of confusion. I see no evil within you, and yet, your family murdered helpless Predacon clones.”

Bumblebee stayed silent for a long time, staring up at him. Predaking gazed back into his round eyes, watching them make small twirls. Bumblebee's brows turned upward then he exhaled.

“Optimus Prime used to say that we ought to know our enemy,” Bumblebee began.

“But you did not know us.”

Bumblebee sighed, “Exactly. That was our mistake because we never imagined you had intelligence. Predacons existed in an era before anyone knew of our ability to transform, so it was believed that Predacons were just mechanimals. We assumed you would just do as you were commanded by Megatron. And we were not ready to face an army of trained Predacons.”

“I told you before that fear was no excuse,” Predaking growled.

Bumblebee said, “We were afraid for ourselves, true, but also much more than that. Megatron was determined to rule Earth by destroying it and eliminating all its indigenous life. He would have turned you against the humans: organic lifeforms just as emotional and intelligent as us… our friends. Our family. When we found the laboratory, we wanted to protect more than just ourselves. Ultra Magnus ordered the destruction of the clones to save an entire species from what Megatron would have made you do.”

Predaking glared down at him with a shifting jaw. Bumblebee looked back, his gaze caring but not remorseful.

Bumblebee said, “You would have obeyed Megatron's command to attack humans, wouldn’t you?”

Predaking lowered his head, unable to deny it.

“You would have attacked cities and burned them down. Because just until the very end, you were loyal to Megatron.”

Predaking's spark flared from anger, before sinking from guilt.

“But we are all different now,” Bumblebee continued. “We trust you because you’ve turned your back on Megatron and have been trying so hard to prove yourselves. I’m different now too because I’ve tried harder to consider what others have experienced. You’ve actually helped me with that! And it's a skill that will help me when dealing with Decepticons too. Now, I’m still learning and trying to teach others, but I promise, Predaking—if more Predacons ever rise from the Well or are cloned, no one shall do them harm.”

A weight lifted off Predaking, and only then, did he realize how heavy it had always been. Sorrow lingered in his spark but Bumblebee's words had given him peace as well as wisdom. Predaking would forever mourn the lost lives of those Predacons, but he could no longer blame and hate the ones who had stolen those lives.

“I understand now,” Predaking mumbled. “Thank you for sharing your side with me.”

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After their rest, Predaking returned to the mines always with one Predacon in tow. He had just escorted a small group of Miner Vehicons outside the main room of the Nemesis, bidding them to wait in the hall. As Predaking returned, the space bridge suddenly opened beside the Nemesis.

“Commander, you must return now!” Jetfire rushed. “The Third Decepticon Campaign Leader—he’s arriving in Silverbolt's stolen Shooting Star—”

Ultra Magnus snapped, “Alone?”

Sideswipe steered the Nemesis toward the space bridge.

“They answered our call,” Jetfire said. “There appears to only be four others with him. There is no room for more to hide onboard.”

“Where are they heading? Have you engaged them yet?”

“They agreed to land at the spaceport, so they're on their way now.”

Predaking could not see Ultra Magnus' face, yet he could hear the scowl upon it. “There is a high-risk Decepticon among them. Do not let them escape. Prepare the Aerialbots to assist with the arrest.”

As they passed through the space bridge, Ironhide rumbled, “Never comforting when a ‘Con’s being too compliant. An’ I remember some o’ Megatron’s military strategists. Crafty, they are. This reeks of a trap.”

“I share your concern.” Ultra Magnus stared forward.

Cybertron returned to sight.

“Cosmos?” Ultra Magnus growled. “Do you have optics on them?”

“Yes Sir,” the Autobot babbled before sending the Nemesis a visual of a sleek vessel with long spikes. On its back, an asymmetrical Decepticon insignia had been painted over the original Autobot one.

“We can beat it to the spaceport,” Sideswipe declared, accelerating over Cybertron’s atmosphere.

Ironhide growled, “I don't trust 'em 'Cons there one bit!”

Wheeljack said, “Never had to see those old ‘Con generals again after they left Cybertron. Did y'all ever have to deal with 'em in space?”

Bulkhead stared ahead as the Nemesis became swathed in flames. “Never fought in the Energon Wars myself, but I heard about each big bad ‘Con that Megatron assigned to those worlds…”

“So who's this one? What do we know about him?” Smokescreen asked.

“The Third Campaign Leader is Krok,” Ultra Magnus uttered. “Silverbolt’s opposing general. He is not known for his physical prowess, but for his strategies in the War for Cybertron.”

Smokescreen groaned, “So, uh… double collar this ‘Con?”

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Notes:

Art:
Predaking and the Miner Vehicons, Predaking talks to Bumblebee: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 28: 3_6

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Knockout with all the Vehicons were teleported away before Sideswipe ground bridged the rest of the crew down to the landing site. Above the spaceport's headquarters, the Nemesis loomed and rumbled menacingly. On the ground, Autobots poured through other ground bridge portals: the Aerialbots and many large, heavily armed bots who Predaking assumed to be Wreckers.

“Do you really think one little Decepticon is worth all this trouble?” Ripclaw whispered to her brethren.

“Nope!” Darksteel laughed. “But it's funny seeing everyone so scared!”

Some Autobots activated large blue energy shields. Predaking shook his head, not even finding the urge to transform to beast-mode for just five Decepticons. He supposed if the Autobots had learned Starscream's location, this is the same welcome the scrawny Decepticon could have expected. Because Starscream was weak and manageable, Predaking assumed Krok would be as well.

At last, the small sleek ship glided across the land. Slowly, it descended into an open space beside the other parked vessels. The line of Autobots marched forward with Ultra Magnus, Bumblebee, and Silverbolt in the centre of them all. Once the ship's engines died down, a circular side door slid open. A white foot came into sight before the horde of Autobots began to shout. Commands blasted out, many of which contradicted each other or had blended into an incomprehensible mess.

“Arms up!”

“No weapons!”

“On the ground!”

Five Decepticons drifted into sight with their arms already up. A bot even shorter than Bumblebee stepped out first, avoiding eye contact with a bowed head. His armour was black and purple with a splash of yellow on his thighs. Predaking identified him from his white mask; it was Krok, the Third Campaign Leader as shown in Silverbolt’s slideshow. Behind him, the four other Decepticons crept out whilst also avoiding eye contact and sudden movements. One was blue and wheeled, one a dark pink Seeker, one tan and orange with an unclear alt-form, and the largest of them was a purple and blue copterbot.

The line of Autobots pressed in tighter.

“Get down! Get down!”

The five Decepticons knelt. Krok was the smallest of them all.

Ultra Magnus boomed, “Lie down and place your arms behind your heads!”

The Decepticons lay flat on their fronts and held the backs of their heads. Autobots rushed in and clipped collars to their necks, scuttling back as though the Decepticons would lunge at them.

Silverbolt growled, “Don't remove those; they will explode otherwise.”

“Silverbolt?” Krok hollered, startling the armed Autobots. Predaking almost expected him to get shot right then and there.

“Search the ship!” Ultra Magnus barked.

As Autobot feet thundered past them, the Decepticons remained planted to the ground.

“Oh Primus,” moaned the pink Seeker. “I regret everything. Why, why, why, Krok…?”

Clanging rang out from inside the ship as the Autobots tore through it. Soon, they padded back out wearing grim expressions.

“Commander...”  one of the Wreckers began. “There were containers—”

“We didn’t kill them,” Krok uttered in a deep gravelly voice.

The Wrecker concluded, “They have hundreds of organs in containers, Sir. And what could be Mech-En.”

With a disgusted gasp, the mob of Autobots recoiled. Then, they surged forward and surrounded the Decepticons. The Predacons watched as blasters brightened blindingly and Silverbolt plastered his to Krok's head.

“You accursed ghoul! You twisted sick ‘Con!” Silverbolt snarled. “What have you done?”

While Wreckers and Aerialbots spat insults at them, the Decepticons stayed quiet. Ultra Magnus’ voice dropped deeper than Predaking had ever heard: “Are these from Autobots?”

“Butchers!” Silverbolt exclaimed.

“No,” Krok murmured.

“Where did you go after Omnitron?” Silverbolt's voice cracked. “What did you do to these poor Autobots?”

“Not… Autobots.” Krok grunted each word out sharply and clearly, conveying his message in as few words as possible. Predaking could see why as Silverbolt's blaster arm shook uncontrollably.

“Decepticons then?” Silverbolt cried, though his arm steadied to a quiver. “You cannibalized your own kind?”

As more insults and snarls of horror poured onto them, the five Decepticons quaked helplessly. The skinny tan and orange Decepticon whimpered, “Krok? What do we do?”

The large copterbot rumbled, “Krok?”

“Krok?” the pink Seeker echoed.

The blue wheeled Decepticon stayed silent. Krok growled, “No one move. Don't... do or say anything to aggravate them.”

“Oh, we’re well past aggravated!” Silverbolt snapped.

Krok coughed, “Adhere to the Kaon Conventions.”

“Excuse me?” Silverbolt inhaled.

“You heard me,” Krok wheezed. “A section of the Autobot code dictated by Optimus, transcribed by Prowl.”

Autobots drew back and Silverbolt gasped, “How do you know about that?”

“Your data logs,” Krok grunted. “They're all on that Shooting Star. The Kaon Conventions: Instructions on the Proper Treatment of Incapacitated Enemies and Prisoners.”

“Then you are surrendering?” Silverbolt pressed. “You submit yourselves to our custody?”

“Yes.”

Silverbolt glanced at Ultra Magnus with uncertainty. Bumblebee responded, “We should back off before an accident happens. This has gotten too intense.”

The tan and orange Decepticon mewled, “Oh please don’t kill us…”

“No.” Bumblebee put his weapons away. “No one gets killed. We must abide by the Kaon Conventions.”

Ultra Magnus dipped his head. “Bumblebee is correct. Autobots: stand down. These Decepticons have been incapacitated by the inhibitor collars and pose no threat now. We will proceed to treat them the same as our last prisoners. Aerialbots: please separate these Decepticons into different cells, using force only if they show resistance.”

---

Continue to 3_7

 

Krok:

Misfire:

Crankcase:

Spinister:

Fulcrum:

Notes:

Art:
The Scavengers arrive: kaichdreis (X)
All Scavengers concepts: Mynametia (inshira on X and Instragram)

RID2015 mentions a concept called "the Kaon Conventions" which had something to do with the proper treatment of prisoners. I took that and wrote it like a proper part of the Autobot code Optimus came up with.

This is how I wrote it for this story:

It protects prisoners from harm or death no matter how much they are hated.

It provides prisoners fair trials.

It focuses on safety over punishment. Prisoners are not locked up to hurt them, but to protect other bots from them (or to protect the prisoners from getting murdered by the bots they wronged!). Prisoners are not considered lost causes and permanent threats, so they will be treated with the goal that one day they can be free helpful members of society.

*Optimus probably wrote this to protect Megatron should he surrender or be captured. Also because he noticed how aggressive other Autobots can be toward Decepticons (killing them when the Decepticons can no longer fight)

Chapter 29: 3_7

Notes:

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Edited by Shira_Illustra

Soon after the five Decepticons had been taken away, Prowl showed up to the landing site with other Autobots. As they launched an investigation into the contents of the Shooting Star, Prowl hardly spared a glance at the Predacons watching from afar. His emotionless yellow visor locked onto the scanner in Ratchet's hand as it passed over the organs being removed from crates.

By the end of the day, the spaceport staff gathered in the headquarters to hear Prowl's report. He crossed his arms behind his back while facing his audience. Another Autobot displayed the images onscreen for him.

“To begin,” Prowl muttered. “We have confirmed that the CNA of the organs match profiles of Decepticons in the Nemesis’ files. None have come from Autobots. We aged their cache to be centuries old. The energon fuelling their ship is high-grade and recently processed, but their personal fuel is... Mech-En.”

“Vile!” Silverbolt gasped.

“I am not surprised,” Prowl said. “When one looks into Krok’s profile, one finds that he is biologically a Croctobot. He simply underwent advanced Decepticon surgery to acquire his current Seeker build.”

Prowl introduced the other four Decepticons with the aid of images onscreen.

“The others seem to be random survivors of his former army. According to their profiles, Spinister is a medic. Crankcase: pilot. Flyhigh: common Seeker soldier. Fulcrum: bomb specialist. Watch out for that one and make sure he doesn’t get his hands on anything.”

Ultra Magnus rumbled, “I will alert the prison guards forthwith.”

After he had done so, Ultra Magnus continued.

“We will conduct Krok’s trial in a decacycle. Prowl, you may in the meantime, scour all records pertaining to these five new Decepticons to determine the severity of their crimes.”

“What do we even hope to achieve with a trial?” Silverbolt scoffed.

“We must determine his crimes, how long he will be imprisoned, and what treatment plan he shall be given.”

“Treatment plan…” a red-faced Aerialbot huffed. “There is no cure for this level of sick!”

Silverbolt ranted, “Look, I know Optimus wanted us to somehow cure these Decepticons and let the non-hostile ones walk free... But show me a Decepticon that isn’t hostile! There aren’t any Decepticons apart from the drones who wouldn't stab us in the back if given the chance!”

Bumblebee said, “There may be some we can allow to walk free with their collars on. The Decepticon medic, Flatline—”

“Decepticon medics are all fighters!” Silverbolt countered. “They hate us just the same and have no qualms about plunging a scalpel through our sparks!”

“Enough,” Ultra Magnus uttered. “Optimus Prime ordered that the Decepticons would be evaluated on a case-to-case basis. Prowl, is there any more crucial information you wish to share at this time?”

“Just one thing: Krok insisted from his cell that these organs be given away to those in need.”

“I see.”

“Yes,” Prowl agreed. “A cover. I am certain that he intended to sell the organs for profit: classic Kaonian black market trading. Not coincidentally, Krok’s home city was Kaon.”

---

After the investigators and Aerialbots had been dismissed, Ultra Magnus kept the Nemesis crew behind. The only ones absent were Knockout and whichever Vehicons had accompanied them on their flight.

“We will resume our interrupted mission,” Ultra Magnus declared. “After a night of rest.”

The Autobots and Predacons sighed gratefully.

“If we consider the Vehicon mission as a test-run, then our success will deem us ready for our second objective,” he went on. “We will reach out to Junkion and Velocitron: two worlds anticipated to be in dire need of energon. We must remain cautious in the case that we encounter foe instead of friend. The situation on Velocitron is uncertain as, from what I have heard, the Ark departed from the planet at the start of a civil war. Our allies under the leadership of the one called Override may have been defeated. In her place, we may find Decepticon sympathizers commanded by Ransack. Regardless of whomever we encounter, we will attempt to persuade them to return to Cybertron. Planet Velocitron faces certain destruction by its expanding sun.”

“Wow,” Darksteel murmured.

“Assuming everything goes according to plan, I will run Krok's trial in one decacycle,” Ultra Magnus ended. “I imagine many Autobots will come to witness it. So, we require neutral bodyguards to protect the prosecuted. Predacons...”

“Most gladly, we Predacons will fulfill that role.” Predaking spread his shoulders wide.

---

Continue to 3_8

Chapter 30: 3_8

Notes:

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Edited by Shira_Illustra

After the collection of all Miner Vehicons, Ratchet made a request to be left behind on Earth. He vanished through a ground bridge before they set back to Cybertron. The Nemesis crew—now minus the doctor and all Decepticons—rested briefly before embarking on their next mission.

As soon as Predaking laid eyes upon Junkion, his entire face scrunched. Granted, the name hadn’t hinted at anything spectacular, but Predaking had expected a real planet.

It was, legitimately, junk.

Standing behind the Autobots, Predaking squinted past a drifting graveyard of spaceships and debris. Therein sat a rusty lump of brown and red far smaller than Earth. No elegant globe was it, but a lopsided and jagged mass of metal. The Nemesis sat at a safe distance near the open space bridge portal while Sideswipe sent out a call.

“How could anyone survive there?” Skylynx wondered. “With what fuel?”

“They scavenge.” Bulkhead turned around. “Scrape energon from the fuel lines in the ships. Take it out of newcomers who can't fight them off...”

“Seriously?” Ripclaw gasped.

“Seriously!” Bulkhead laughed. “They tried to take some of us apart when we first came! But once we got to know each other, the Junkions weren't so bad. It's just tough out here.”

“I'd take them apart no problem,” Darksteel grumbled.

Predaking agreed internally. If the Autobots wished to ground bridge to Junkion's surface, they should have known that their Predacon guards would have kept them safe.

“Helloooo?” Sideswipe repeated. “Anyone there? It's the Autobots here on a nice stolen Decepticon warshiiiip...”

“HELLO?”

Sideswipe tripped back from the control panel.

“Erm, hello there?”

“HELLO!”

Sideswipe massaged the sides of his head. Ultra Magnus limped forward, but Ironhide beat him to the console. “Y'all leave Wreck-Gar here ta’ me.”

Ironhide leaned in and spoke. “Ol’ spare parts, how are things?”

“SPARE PARTS? Spare parts yourself!” Wreck-Gar hollered with a laugh.

“Are y'all alright down there? We got some fresh energon for you and your bots—if you’re interested, 'f course.”

“We're mighty interested! Though there ain't many of us here now, no! Not after our pirate trouble!”

“Now hold it right there, what ’re ya trying t’ say 'bout pirates? Not those Star Seekers, I hope?”

“That's it!”

Ironhide growled, “When was that?”

“After you left!”

“Really?” Ironhide gasped. “We had 'em right behind us?”

“An' they took all the Junkions they could find! Took me too, but I got free.”

“So jus' you escaped the Star Seekers?”

“Right!”

“So then how many are ya here?”

“Six!”

“Six of youse?” Ironhide gasped. “Well, listen here, Wreck-Gar: Cybertron’s restored, energon’s a-flowin', and everyone’s workin' their tailpipes off t’ rebuild the planet from the ruins. How about y'all hop in our ship here and we’ll take ya back with us? I know Junkion’s home an’ all, but we got the energon and plenty o' scrap for ya t’ get creative with.”

“I LIKE IT!” Wreck-Gar boomed. “Fresh scrap! We'll break it, melt it, mould it into something new!”

“That’s a yes?” Smokescreen whispered to Bumblebee.

He whispered back, “That’s a yes.”

---

[Through a ground bridge came six ragged bots onto the ship. All were shades of black and orange and decked with chains, spikes, and belts holding mesh bags. Wreck-Gar turned out to be a large blocky bot with ornamental wiring on his face and a sparkle in his pink eyes.]

“LOOKIT THE SIZE OF THOSE ONES!” Wreck-Gar blasted while pointing at the Predacons. This was his only comment before he trotted through the Autobots and poked at the front console.

“Hey! Hey!” Sideswipe yelled and flapped his hands until Wreck-Gar was shooed away. “Don’t mess with anything! We want to get back to Cybertron, 'kay?”

“Fresh energon back here!” Bumblebee waved toward the pile of energon from the Earth mines. With excited cries, the Junkions scurried to the back and hacked the energon into bite-sized pieces with saws and blades.

“Wow, never had a chunk like this!” one of the other Junkions shouted.

Predaking looked away with a grimace as energon crumbs flew. Entire cubes vanished by the time the Nemesis returned to Cybertron. Once the ship had landed at the spaceport, the dull eyes of the Junkions brightened and those that had been pink before had now turned red.

“Good!” Wreck-Gar declared. “Now show us the junk!”

“First, you must pass through medical,” Ultra Magnus stated. “If you will, follow me.”

---

The Predacons peeked into one of the smaller towers on the landing site. They had helped build it, but had not yet seen it used. Once the Nemesis crew had escorted the Junkions inside, the refugees were quickly checked over by a white and red medic. On their way back out, Skylynx leaned over Bumblebee to ask, “For what reason did they feel compelled to constantly yell?”

Bumblebee explained, “Furnaces and factories covered their planet. It was quite loud there so, that's just how they learned to speak.”

“Ah...” Skylynx said.

Outside the medical tower, Ultra Magnus turned to them. “We will now travel to Velocitron.”

“Oh, right away?” Smokescreen hopped.

“I dare not delay the trip any longer.”

The crew marched back to the Nemesis. Skylynx pressed close to Bumblebee again to inquire, “What is planet Velocitron like?”

“I heard it was a planet with a racing culture!” Smokescreen bounced in.

“Er, yes...” Bumblebee said. “So unlike Junkion, a home for castaways, Velocitron was a colony world.”

“We heard something about colony worlds somewhere...” Darksteel contributed.

“Worlds which perished to a plague,” Predaking stated.

“Some, yes, but colony worlds were an attempt by Cybertronians to seed Wells on other planets. Planets without other life forms, of course.”

“How?” Predaking interrupted.

“Ah... Well, some of the Allspark's flame was passed onto a special torch. This torch carried that flame to light the other Wells so that new forgings could begin on other worlds. However, there was a huge con to this. The rate of forgings dropped to an all time low on Cybertron.”

“That should have been evident,” Predaking grunted as they walked through the halls of the Nemesis. “The life-giving force had been spread.”

“Yeah... Anyway, though I say 'we', this was before my time,” Bumblebee continued. “So, back to Velocitron: it was one of those colony worlds. Contact was cut with it once the Rust Plague began to spread from world to world. But during the War, the Autobots and the Decepticons ended up making a visit there. The Velocitronians were all still functional, but their energon supply was dwindling and their planet threatened from their dying sun. As a coping mechanism for their slow death, the entire population had sought pleasure in racing.”

Ultra Magnus uttered, “With that explanation, you should understand why this will not be a leisure trip. We go to rescue the population, not to race on the planet's roads.”

Smokescreen tightened his shoulders and bowed his head.

---

A fresh space bridge portal brought the Nemesis and its crew to a region washed in ominous red sunlight.

“Their time's about up...” Wheeljack stared at the swollen sun. “They better be done with their war already.”

Sideswipe sent out a call: “Override? Override, are you there? This is the Autobots in control of the Decepticon warship. Our war is over; Cybertron is healed and producing energon and life.”

They waited.

Sideswipe added to the call: “If it's Ransack there, it doesn't matter. We're here to get you all off this planet before it bursts into flames!”

As the unanswered call filled the room with low crackling, everyone stared at the dull dry planet before them. Sideswipe steered the Nemesis through the atmosphere before repeating his calls again. Lower the warship floated, scanning the empty grey roads which choked the deserts like chains.

“Optimus?” A light voice with a twangy accent came through the console. “Is Optimus Prime there?”

Ultra Magnus stepped in. “I am afraid not. This is Commander Ultra Magnus, the current leader of the Autobots.”

“Where is Optimus Prime?”

“He is no longer with us, but that is a story for later. Override, what is the situation on your planet?”

“Well, you can see the sun. And we are almost out of energon...”

“Has your war ended?”

Override sighed, “It was barely more than a battle. Too little energon. Not enough strength to carry on fighting. Ransack surrendered soon enough and there was nothing else to do but wait for death or rescue.”

“Rescue has come. Cybertron has the resources to support your population and a prison to contain your defeated enemies.”

“Is Cybertron really safe?” she exhaled heavily. “Last time we were 'visited' by you Cybertronians, we saw insatiable hatred between the factions you divided yourselves into. Even after you Autobots and Decepticons destroyed your world, began to starve, you still kept fighting even to the stars. On top of that, you Cybertronians were pursued by a vicious third faction of pirates. Are you telling me that you defeated both forces?”

Ultra Magnus responded, “We have not rid the universe of our foes. However, the Star Seekers have not been seen in some time. Furthermore, Megatron has renounced his cause and vanished. At this moment, we Autobots have control of Cybertron.”

“Did Megatron’s Decepticons accept his decision?”

Ultra Magnus admitted, “No, they did not. This is why we must outnumber the Decepticons on Cybertron to maintain control.”

“So your War is not over then. Fighting could break out once more should you lose control.”

“Perhaps. While the future is uncertain, will you not evacuate Velocitron in the state that it is in?”

“We will come with you,” she sighed. “There is no other choice. Find us in Delta. We will meet you in the sands outside the city, though you won't have to expect many of us...”

Predaking had never heard so much pain within a voice so fatigued. Normally, pain was strained and anxious, loud or sobbing. Yet this tired pain sounded to him the most profound.

Crossing the land, the Nemesis eventually arrived at a brittle, burnt metropolis partially buried beneath sand. A crowd had gathered outside its perimeter, yet with fewer members than the Miner Vehicons seen off Earth. Spark clenching, Predaking turned from the viewing screen and trailed the crew out of the ship. The Autobots and Predacons padded down a wing of the Nemesis and trudged through hot orange sand. Veloctronians came swaying forward to meet them. Like elongated Cybertronians, their limbs, abdomens, and necks were stretched long and thin. Their frames were peeled of armour, bare while silky smooth. Even the smallest Autobots looked dominating and brutish before them.

Despite their fragility, some trembling Velocitronians carried stretchers with bodies between each other. A sizzling wind cast a whip of stinging sand, knocking them and their stretchers over. Predaking and Ripclaw rushed forward to scoop up the fallen bots, followed by Skylynx and Darksteel. First gasping in surprise, the Velocitronians then flopped gratefully against their chests. Predaking lifted his chin and strode past the Autobots, hurrying into the cool interior of the Nemesis. He and his brethren set the frail Velocitronians by the piles of energon cubes stacked in the hall. Clawing some of those cubes into pieces, the Predacons passed portions to the refugees.

“She can't take that...” one Velocitronian wheezed. Predaking turned his head to an unresponsive bot whose mouth Darksteel now tried to squeeze energon into. “Liquid, please. Liquid's the way.”

“Uh...” Darksteel pulled out the piece of energon.

“We'll get help,” Ripclaw said.

The Predacons nearly crashed into the Autobots supporting Velocitronians into the ship.

“Liquid energon is required,” Predaking told them.

“We will take charge of energon rations,” Ultra Magnus said. “You will be most helpful bringing in those who cannot walk.”

Nodding, the Predacons squeezed past the Velocitronians shuffling into the Nemesis. They burst back outside then beelined to the Velocitronians who knelt or lay in the sand. Gathering them carefully into their arms, Predaking and his brethren sped back and forth to transport them inside. No Velocitronian commented on their species; none stared in fear but instead looked at them with round, relieved eyes. When they sank into him, Predaking's own hands quivered over their fragile bodies. With a glance at Ripclaw who stroked the backs of the Velocitronians, he too brushed them with the sides of his claws. He pressed their small bodies close to his chest until it was time to set them gently on the floor.

Bumblebee, Smokescreen, and Arcee handed out rations as Wheeljack chopped the cubes. Even Sideswipe had left his post to pour energon into the mouths of the unresponsive. As the Predacons turned around, Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, and Ironhide shepherded more refugees inside while carrying some in their arms.

“This is the last of them,” Ultra Magnus informed the crew.

Behind the Autobots, one red and white Velocitronian stubbornly clung to an unconscious two-wheeler. She sat down heavily against the wall, letting him fall into her lap. Sideswipe stepped in with a vial of liquid energon, which she took to pour past the two-wheeler's lips herself.

Ironhide lumbered up in front of her. “I'm surprised by how kindly you're treatin' 'im. You fought a war 'gainst ‘im.”

The red and white Velocitronian said, “Ransack redeemed himself. Trust me…”

“I couldn't imagine Prime doing this wi' Megatron.”

“Ransack is no Megatron. There's a story for that, but now's not the time…”

Ransack began to twitch; she pet his head.

Ultra Magnus looked over the Velocitronian pair and asked her, “Do you wish for him to be imprisoned upon Cybertron?”

She murmured, “No, he doesn't deserve that. He became a hero after our war. Please, leave him be.”

The two-wheeler groaned and shifted, then fluttered open green eyes. “Override…?”

“We're alright now,” Override hushed. “We're on a ship to Cybertron. The Autobots came for us.”

His head rolled back and he closed his eyes. “That’s… nice…”

“We'll be there shortly.” Sideswipe told her. “And then some good doctors will look over all your bots. Rest easy now…”

The pilot headed away with some of the Autobots. However, until their arrival to Cybertron, Predaking and his brethren remained to watch over the Velocitronians.

---

Continue to 3_9

Wreck-Gar

Override

Ransack

 

Notes:

Art:
Override wakes up Ransack: Gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Tumblr)
Wreck-Gar concept art: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Override concept art: Captain_Nemesis_ (Instagram)
Ransack concept art: (Graphix (graphixfionts on Instagram)

Chapter 31: 3_9

Notes:

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For Krok's story, play this:
I Walk With Ghosts (Scott Buckley)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HR4drmVZLGI

[Sunlight bounced off the fresh silver and copper-coloured floors of the courthouse. Stretched out before the judges were many rows of benches filled by bristling Third Campaign Autobots. Ultra Magnus, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Jetfire, and Arcee assembled behind a long stand with severe frowns on their faces. Between the judges and the crowd, Darksteel and Predaking stood. From the back of the room, Skylynx and Ripclaw kept watch.]

[Krok was shoved in by Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and a few other Wreckers. Silverbolt and his Aerialbots hissed insults from the front row while other Autobots in the crowd called out some of their own. Predaking stomped and snarled to remind everyone of his presence, then they settled down.]

Cuffed, collared, and sided by Wreckers, Krok shuffled into place behind his stand. He glared back at the Autobot spectators who hungered for his punishment.

Ultra Magnus began, “Krok: Decepticon military strategist. Leader of the Third Campaign on Omnitron. You stand on trial for the deaths you are responsible for as a high-ranking Decepticon general. Additionally, for the egregious crimes of cannibalism and organ-harvesting with the intent of profit. How do you plead?”

“Not guilty,” Krok growled.

“Do you deny that these statements are true?”

“I deny the last one. As for the others, they are true. That doesn't make me guilty though.”

[Autobots in the crowd growled as Prowl displayed pictures on the screens behind the judges: the crates of organs.]

Ultra Magnus continued, “You confirm that you served as one of Megatron’s top generals, leading countless battles on Cybertron.”

“That's right.”

“This makes you responsible for hundreds of Autobot deaths.”

[Images showed Krok on the battlefield, shooting down Autobots or tearing into them as a reptilian beast.]

“Yes,” Krok sighed. “But are you charging me with murder simply because those lost lives were those of Autobots? How many Decepticons have fallen to you, Commander?”

“Do you deny committing war crimes such as torturing prisoners and killing helpless citizens?”

“I do deny that,” Krok uttered. “I personally participated in no such deeds. But I find it typical that you make broad generalizations about Decepticons. I wonder how many others before me suffered through these unfair trials and were condemned because they were unprepared to dispute your accusations.”

“We conduct these trials in a procedural, just manner,” Ultra Magnus stated. “We consult historical logs, and currently, we have access to both Autobot and Decepticon records.”

“Then you would have found nothing about me torturing prisoners or killing civilians.”

None of the judges responded, but instead stared expectantly at Ultra Magnus. Prowl displayed nothing new on the screens.

“That is true. We have no evidence to connect you to such crimes,” Ultra Magnus admitted. “This does not exempt you from scrutiny, however, as all high-ranking Decepticons have a questionable reputation. And in your case, we have physical evidence of your most recent ghoulish crimes.”

“I expected exactly this treatment,” Krok rasped. “But do you know why I came here anyway? I don't think you gave it much thought, since your imagination of what Decepticons do, think, and feel is so limited. It never crossed your minds that we were just desperate to have done what we did to survive. If I tell you our story, you best sit or stand there knowing you would have done the same. Don't lie to me or yourselves.”

The Autobots glared at Krok contemptuously.

“I’m sure you’ve heard many stories about Decepticons, but never from a Decepticon,” Krok muttered. “You hear only of the most gruesome deeds of the worst of us. You label us the same as though we lack individuality, as though we don’t have sparks or friends of our own to lose. You called us ghouls like the mythological monsters of the old stories, because deep down, you do not see us as Cybertronians. My brothers and I were not butchers, but scavengers; we were the lone survivors of a great tragedy. The world was our enemy and all we had was each other. If our insignias were different, you would perhaps have called us heroic...”

Krok’s voice softened.

“I blame myself for losing my Campaign. Omnitron was a disaster for the Decepticons and I was too ashamed to face the other Campaign generals. Although I know we were outmatched, I still wonder if I could have done anything differently. Who knows? Lord Megatron provided us with the Combiner, Menasor, but was admittedly hesitant to provide more aid. He had already dispatched General Obsidian and Strika, Soundwave’s Minicons, the Rainmakers, and many other great warriors to the first two Campaigns. I requested Sixshot or Overlord, but he would not provide them either. Lord Megatron wished to station his top fighters on other worlds to lead their own Campaigns, and Starscream did not seem keen on parting with his favourite Seekers.

“When we only received a handful of arguably the most unskilled Seekers of Vos, I knew we were at a disadvantage. I could not train them either; I was forged flightless and only recently had surgery to make myself flight-capable. That was the first bolt in the coffin because it was in the Third Campaign that the Autobots deployed their Seekers—or as they now call themselves, the Aerialbots.

“The second bolt in the coffin was our lack of outliers; we had no fighters with special abilities. The odd triple-changer was the best we got. Just a small army of average ground fighters and only four medics to our name. But what about Menasor, as I mentioned? That was the final bolt in our coffin. The Combiner abandoned us; the Stunticons left out of boredom to seek developed planets and conquer their roads. Now imagine what happened when the Aerialbots combined, dropped on us from the sky as Superion... backed by one hundred other warriors...

“Massacre. I called for a retreat, but not many actually registered the command. Terrified out of our wits, the smartest of us fled for our lives. I know, I know. This makes us cowards, deserters—I bring shame upon the Deception cause. But one lives to fight another day. Nonetheless, it was not exactly inspiring when I discovered that only five of us had survived: one of our medics: Spinister, a pilot: Crankcase, a scatterbrained Seeker we dubbed 'Misfire', an explosion specialist: Fulcrum, and a fanatic triple-changer called Flywheels... All who became my dearest friends as we pooled our skills together and watched each other’s backs.

“The Autobots claimed... all the energon on Omnitron, taking every scrap from the wastelands and locking it up. They stole our weapons and destroyed our ships and base. There was no way off the planet, no way to call for help... no access to energon or processors to refine it. Anyone who would have found themselves alone in such a dire situation might have off-lined themselves. But as long as we had each other, we still had hope.

“And so I planned stealth missions to hit the Autobot base and snag whatever we could—energon, first and foremost. We were almost always energon-deficient. The easiest thing to steal was in fact, the energon: the huge piles the Autobots carelessly guarded because they had so much of it. Technology was too risky to steal; we didn’t want to push our luck. There was no chance we could fight them, so we prioritized survival hoping that soon enough, the Nemesis would return.

“We were careful... We were always careful, and yet everything still went wrong. They ended up finding one of our tunnels into their base. I was making the run this time with Flywheels and Misfire. But the Autobots... they were waiting for us. I should have gone in first. Flywheels climbed inside... right into a barrage of blaster fire and a harpoon to the abdomen. I hope you realize that his current absence speaks volumes. But what hurts the most... is that we could have saved him.

“Flywheels held onto our wings as we raced back to our underground hideout. It was the ultimate race against time as Flywheels bled out and left a trail that the Autobots would follow right back to us. They were coming, but we sure weren’t going to abandon Flywheels. We rushed him to Spinister and gave him every last drop of energon we had. But it just wasn’t enough. We didn’t realize until then that the harpoon had torn out his fuel pump. Flywheels could not circulate energon through his body. If only we had had a spare to give him, then...”

Krok sighed heavily and placed his head into his hands.

“He faded away right in front of us. We felt so helpless. I never wanted to live through that again...

“We were starving, but we couldn’t go back. No... it was not worth the risk of losing someone else. Maybe we were ghouls, but all we wanted to do was survive. We raided the graveyard you Autobots had made for our comrades, yet never guarded. Time and time again, we went there to extract energon from the veins of the dead. We lived in constant fear of the Autobots, especially those Aerialbots who swept the planet on constant patrols. And yes, as we cannibalized our fallen comrades, we removed their organs and placed them in sealed containers to protect them from the ravages of the elements. In each vital organ we harvested, I imagined a future Flywheels of a different name. In each optic, audio receptor, T-cog, servo, wing—I imagined a wounded Decepticon who wanted to replace what the Autobots had stolen from them. Never again accuse me of murder and greed for shanix. We intended to donate every last part to the victims of the War once it was all over.

“When I took a shot to the gut, Spinister provided me with spare fuel lines. When Crankcase was blasted in the head, we were able to give him a metal graft to cover his exposed processor. Is it immoral to use what the dead have no need of? No. A Decepticon understands because most of us lived each day before the War losing optics, limbs, and more in the mines and factories. We mitigated suffering by breaking the taboo. Death saved us! Do you believe even Lord Megatron was forged with those optics? Do you realize how many parts we lost and had to replace to keep on living? You Autobot officers of the law despised our habits, called it 'black market trading', as though we were killing for parts. Yet the ones who were doing the killing was you when you banished us to slavery!

“No, we did not have the written consent of the dead. We did not back then, and we did not on Omnitron. Among Decepticons, it is accepted that when you die, you provide for others. In our point of view, the Autobots were always the selfish ones with their arbitrary rules about 'respecting the dead'. Nothing but pretentious, those so-called 'morals'. Anything to give you a reason to look down on us. You liked to see us as dirty creatures back then to justify your position in a higher caste, and here you are perpetuating the habit.

“All I can now say is this: if your friend lay bleeding and dying in your arms, would you reject the one thing that can save them? Will you melt our cache because it disgusts you? Let hundreds die or remain maimed even if it might cause them anguish? Throw your ‘morals’ into the Pits, Autobots. I am a Decepticon, and no matter what my disreputable comrades have done to make you abhor my kind, I proudly stand for life. Imprison me if you will, but not my brothers. I take full responsibility for our actions.”

Silence weighed down the room. No one moved and eyes flicked cautiously as though doing so might cause a disturbance. Krok stared them down, then flicked his head toward the soft metallic scrape of a bot leaving their seat.

Silverbolt stood; Predaking tensed.

“Alright, I was wrong,” Silverbolt said. “Krok and his Decepticons are not monsters. I don't think they are your typical Decepticons at all, but perhaps just misguided. We could allow them to walk free with their collars, at least until they have earned our trust or renounced their cause.”

“So you believe—” the red-faced Aerialbot began to speak, but Ultra Magnus cut him off.

“Silence in the court. Judges, do you find Silverbolt's proposal to be just?”

All judges voiced their agreement.

Ultra Magnus said, “Then it is unanimous. In consideration of their unique circumstances, Krok and his Decepticons shall be labelled as moderate-risk and be free of imprisonment. Indeed, they will be collared so that they cannot transform or bear their weapons. They can also expect strict surveillance. As for their cache of spare parts, they will not be destroyed, but kept in hospital storage to be used by those in need. However, from this day forth, no parts may be taken from any bot who has not officially given consent. A list of donors will be created and to disregard that list will have consequences.”

Silverbolt approached the stands, carefully watched by Predaking and Darksteel. Krok leaned away from the Autobot.

“Krok, I apologize for what you experienced. You really should have surrendered yourselves on Omnitron. We wouldn't have harmed you, you know.”

Krok uttered, “It was impossible to approach without getting blasted.”

“Let's start fresh.” Silverbolt held out his hand. “Work for us and you could become a valued member of society.”

Krok squeezed his eyes into slits and did not touch his hand.

Ultra Magnus said, “Silverbolt, please return to your seat. Our decision has already been made.”

“Fine.” Silverbolt pursed his lips and headed back to the bench.

“Wreckers,” Ultra Magnus ordered. “You may now remove Krok's cuffs.”

Bulkhead ambled up to Krok and unlocked his cuffs. After rolling his wrists, Krok poked at his explosive neck collar.

Ultra Magnus told the Decepticon, “If you wish for that to be removed, I have an opportunity for you to prove that you are worthy of our trust.”

“Oh?” Krok muttered.

“But first I must know, what are your thoughts after viewing the video of Megatron's defection?”

“I find it hard to care anymore. I haven’t fought for him for centuries; I’ve only survived for centuries.”

“Would you be willing to persuade more Decepticons to surrender and renounce their cause?”

“Surrender, perhaps. Renounce? I’m not willing to take off my insignia as long as you wear yours. And this is a mark of what I lived through. But, I could speak with my comrades to try to convince them that there is no point in fighting anymore.”

“In that case,” Ultra Magnus decided, "you may serve with your brothers as Decepticon ambassadors at the Spaceport of the Hydrax Plateau and in our missions to bring back the armies of the Campaign Worlds.”

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Continue to 3_10

 

The courtroom concept art:

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The courtroom: Jack Netherblack (@JNetherblack)

Chapter 32: 3_10

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As the days went by, more refugees trickled in to the spaceport including a few Decepticons. They piloted Autobot ships and had either dared investigate the truth of Optimus’ message or were simply too energon-deprived to do anything but surrender. Krok and his soldiers fulfilled their roles as ambassadors, reducing hostilities between the factions and negotiating terms of freedom. After they visited the Kaon Prison, they assured that all previously imprisoned Decepticons now walked free. Predaking and his brethren witnessed it all first hand; having no more construction work to do, they followed the Decepticons ambassadors as guards.

In the next week, another ship as large as the Third Campaign's arrived at the spaceport. Quietly, the Decepticons and Vehicons tucked themselves inside the buildings as a mass of Autobots poured out. Predaking followed Krok, not because he suspected trouble, but because he would rather not hear another hundred Autobots sob about their lost Prime.

The Predacons waited in the headquarters on the other side of the room from Krok and his Decepticons. As soon as new Autobots burst in with long strides and puffed chests, the Decepticons vanished from sight out one of the exits. Predaking let them go, collared as they were.

At the front of the small squad was a fairly tall brown, tan, and red Autobot. Tall for an Autobot, anyway. However, the tiny bot riding on one of the Autobot's shoulder stole Predaking’s attention. Now, Predaking had thought Bumblebee was small. He had thought Arcee was puny, but this bot redefined his beliefs. Predaking’s eyes bugged; he could have held this bot in his hands.

Darksteel blurted, “What are you?”

The black and grey bot leaned back. He answered in a casual drawling accent, “A spy, I suppose?”

“A Minicon,” Bumblebee clarified, then turned to said Minicon. “Sorry, Rewind. They’ve never seen one up close.”

Rewind crossed his arms. “Well, I’ve never seen Predacons, but you don’t see me makin' snide comments! I think anyone would be much more gobsmacked about that!”

“Nah, we’re practical,” Darksteel grinned. “We're the big strong guards!”

“Size and strength isn't everything,” Rewind huffed. “You can't go the places I can or avoid detection stompin' around on those big clunky feet!”

“You tell them,” the Campaign leader said.

Predaking rolled his eyes and pitied the Minicon.

“Enough now,” Ultra Magnus said. “It is time to hear Chromedome's report on his Campaign.”

Rewind reached to the back of his head and pulled out a cord. As the Predacons gawked, Rewind smirked and plugged himself into the computer. Images of another world appeared on the back wall screens.

“There were no casualties on Tsiehshi,” Chromedome began. “We didn't have to fight anyone. See, after the Rust Plague ate away the cyberformed surface, some mind-scrambling crystals were uncovered. By the time we arrived to the planet, the Decepticons were already losing it. Heretech included.”

[They beheld endless deserts with green shards emerging from the sandy dunes. Footage showed beastly Decepticons squirming and clutching their heads or screaming and bashing the sand.]

“Brainstorm created head protection gear to spare us from the same fate.”

Standing beside Chromedome, a blue and white Seeker waggled his fingers.

Chromedome continued, “Some were manic, some just plain dumb, some just... empty. We gathered them all up and put them into stasis onboard the Alchemor.”

[Footage was shown of floundering, cawing beastbots being shoved into pods. One large pink Decepticon, not a beast though who had been yelling at a wall, was dragged by Autobots in headgear into a pod.]

“To me it seemed that Tsiehshi was not a point of interest to the Decepticons. There was hardly any energon there to begin with. This was hardly a Campaign—you see all the beastformers? This reeks of Starscream just trying to dump the ‘Cons he didn’t like off-ship. I guarantee it.”

Predaking and Skylynx nodded gravely.

“So we spent the rest of our time helping the malformed bots which the colony Well continued to create. Yes, somehow part of the planet dodged contamination by the Rust Plague. But the exposed crystals still had an effect and damaged the protoforms. Most who emerged did not survive beyond a few solar cycles.”

[Rewind bowed his head as he showed deceased, misshapen bodies. However, he did display one similar malformed bot standing upright with open red eyes.]

“Transmutate was one survivor and the only who opted not to undergo surgery.”

“Interesting.” Ultra Magnus stared at the image of Transmutate. “For what reason did Transmutate refuse corrective surgery?”

“She didn't see anything wrong with herself,” Chromedome said. “She was healthy. Sure, her proportions are off but... Well, she taught us that perhaps we are too obsessed about symmetry!” 

“I see...” Ultra Magnus said. “Well, let us hope Cybertron is kind to her. Now tell me, Chromedome, did you ever hear from the other Campaign worlds?”

“No, not a word! After all this time, Optimus Prime's latest message is the only we've ever gotten.”

“Hmm.”

Ultra Magnus’s frown nearly hit his jawline. Rewind switched off the presentation and unplugged himself.

“This does not bode well,” the commander uttered. “The Third and Fourth Autobot Campaigns have returned, but not the First or Second.”

“That doesn’t mean we've lost those Campaigns,” Chromedome pressed. “They may still just be in conflict.”

“No, not after all this time. They were centuries ahead of the other Campaigns; there must have been a victor by now. We may wait and hope that the Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Autobot Campaigns return in your wake... Nevertheless, you and Silverbolt being the first to return proves one thing…”

Ultra Magnus slowly curled his fists.

“The Decepticons won the first two Campaigns.”

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END PART 3

Continue to Part 4

 

Chromedome:

Rewind:

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Madness on Tsiehshi: Gecko Doodles (geckoodles on Tumblr)
Chromedome and Rewind: Cuppajj (Tumblr)

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Rewind said, “If these were the leaders, then we can estimate which side won each Campaign.”

[The main screen on the wall displayed a chart of the seven Campaign worlds and the Autobot and Decepticon generals assigned to each.]

“Campaign 1: Antilla. Railspike vs Obsidian. Railspike is a veteran from the Age of Wrath, while Obsidian was simply an architect forged in the Golden Age.”

[Despite Rewind’s dismissive comment, footage of Obsidian showed a dark figure with penetrating green eyes zipping through the battlefield and blasting Autobots through their sparks.]

“Railspike has more experience, but Obsidian is infamous for the Fall of the Manganese Mountains and the Torus States Slaughter. That makes Obsidian responsible for approximately 2000 Autobot lives lost. I hate to say it, but there's a high likelihood that Obsidian won.”

[Rewind played footage of the next Decepticon general. A hefty purple and yellow Decepticon seized Autobots in her hands, crushing their chests with pops. After the Autobots fell limp, the beady eyes of the general snapped to the camera. Whoever was recording jetted away for their life.]

“Campaign 2: Arduria. Metalhawk vs Strika. Metalhawk was the Torchbearer of the Golden Age. Despite his intelligence and courageous spark, Strika is a capable opponent. He too may have fallen to her. Strika’s origins, like Obsidian’s, do not explain how she become a military strategist. A mere miner of the Age of Rust wound up leading armies in the Neutral States Takeover and the Helex Bloodbath. Another approximate 2000 lives lost.”

“But if they’ve won,” Chromedome spoke up, “wouldn't it be too dangerous to bring them back to Cybertron?”

Bumblebee argued, “But if we don’t tell them that the War is over, they may unexpectedly return to Cybertron to continue fighting here.”

“Do you think telling them would make a difference?” Chromedome muttered. “They wouldn’t believe what we say about Megatron defecting.”

“You're right, but we wouldn't just tell them. We would show them the video recording of Megatron renouncing his cause. Which we have.”

The Campaign Autobots widened their eyes.

Chromedome frowned. “What if they don't care that he's defected? We’ve been fighting for so long that they don’t need Megatron to tell them to hate Autobots!”

Ultra Magnus, standing at Chromedome's side, spoke into his comms. “Krok, report in.”

Rewind sharply turned. “Did you just say Krok?”

The Campaign Autobots glanced back to the chart onscreen which placed the glaring Decepticon general beside Silverbolt. Then, Krok’s face appeared in actuality no more impressed, red eyes narrowed as he strode into the headquarters.

Ultra Magnus explained, “Krok will serve as our high-profile Decepticon ambassador. The collar restrains his T-cog, so he poses little threat.”

“But he is responsible for at least 1000 Autobot lives lost!” Rewind exclaimed.

“And?” Krok growled. “War is war.”

The Decepticon glared at the chart of generals onscreen. When Brainstorm snuck closer and reached out to touch his collar, the Decepticon darted away so fast that Chromedome snatched Krok’s arm. A yellow visor slipped over Chromedome's eyes. Though the Autobots said nothing, he tightened his fingers.

“Release me,” Krok spat.

“Chromedome,” Ultra Magnus ordered.

Chromedome unhooked his fingers and stepped back, but frowned at the smaller Decepticon with his visor still concealing his gaze. His soldiers shifted their plates, on the verge of drawing their weapons.

Ultra Magnus turned to the Decepticon. “Krok, we would like your insight on these Decepticon generals. How would they react to video evidence of Megatron's defection?”

Krok crept away from Chromedome but turned his head back to the chart.

“Obsidian may be tired of it all by now and surrender like me. Strika was a slave however, so the cause is personal to her. Then again, it was for me as well. But from what I remember, neither of them were head-over-heels loyal to Megatron. Heretech—”

“Heretech is mentally unstable and in stasis,” Chromedome interrupted.

“Ah.”

Krok paused, then went on.

“Sixshot, he was loyal. But he was a bit hard to read. I don't know if this news would enrage him, crush him... or if he would just accept the end of the War without resistance. I do know Overlord, though. He was completely infatuated with Megatron to the point of being an annoyance. Soundwave even had to investigate him to make sure he wasn't faking his extreme devotion. He wasn't. Anyway, the video evidence would shatter him. As for Black Shadow, he was a Seeker, so the cause wasn’t that personal to him. If he’s tired, he might surrender.”

Ultra Magnus asked, “Would you be able to convince them all to lay down their arms?”

“I am only concerned about Strika and Sixshot. If we start with Antilla, however, I think we'll be able to bring back Obsidian and his army peacefully.”

“We will have to see about ‘bringing them back’,” Ultra Magnus stated. “For now, we shall break the news to them. With caution.”

“That sounds quite risky,” Rewind inhaled. “We would start with just a message, right? With the video attached to it.”

“Look,” Krok said. “If those generals won their Campaigns, they have Autobot technology. They would have heard the same message I heard from Optimus about Megatron being terminated. They probably didn't believe it or if they did, they are plotting their comeback. If you send them a video telling a completely different story of Megatron alive and renouncing the cause... At that point they'll think you're insulting their intelligence.”

Ultra Magnus asked, “How do you suggest we approach any Decepticon general we may encounter?”

“Let me talk to them,” Krok muttered. “Bring me and my Decepticons on your missions.”

“We can arrange that,” Ultra Magnus said.

“But. I know certain Autobots will trigger an aggressive response from my comrades. You cannot come, Autobot Commander.”

“What a demand!” Chromedome exclaimed. “Who else is supposed to command the mission and safeguard the Nemesis?”

Ultra Magnus’ mouth drew into a line.

Krok growled, “All the generals know the leader of the Wreckers and abhor you. If they so much as hear your voice and see you commandeering their warship, they’ll want to fight. The same goes for Optimus’ close crew. No Jazz, no Ironhide, no Prowl…”

Chromedome challenged, “Oh, so you want to be on the warship without proper supervision, is that it?”

“No. Just choose a less notorious leader,” Krok replied. “Also. I suggest not bringing a whole army of Autobots to make it look like an attack.”

“To make it easier to take over the warship when you hook up with your friends,” Chromedome retorted.

“Would you rather not have my help?” Krok shot back. “Sure, face those Decepticons yourself. Start up the War again.”

Ultra Magnus interrupted, “I am interested in hearing out your proposals, Krok. Chromedome, allow him to finish.”

Chromedome exhaled but stayed quiet for now.

Krok continued, “I’m not suggesting that more Decepticons than Autobots embark on these excursions. Present an equal number of Autobots and Decepticons to whomever we meet. That way, your faction does not react badly either when they see us. If you are so concerned about Decepticons seizing the warship, bring your Predacon security as neutral backup. Four Predacons could handle an attack from any faction, couldn't they?”

“Certainly,” Predaking said.

Chromedome pressed, “Are we sure we can trust the Predacons?”

“In what sense?” Predaking growled.

“Well, you are obviously experiments of Shockwave. You must have been Decepticons.” Chromedome looked at Ultra Magnus. “What if they choose to betray the crew and take the ship?”

“They have already had the opportunity to do so,” Ultra Magnus replied. “The Predacons are not loyal to the Decepticons. I assure you, they have earned my trust.”

“I trust you, Commander...” Chromedome exhaled. “But shouldn't we consider other options?”

“I believe the Predacons would be the best option. Their presence in beast mode has halted Decepticon resistance before and they have already completed three missions onboard the Nemesis.”

“Alright, not bad.”

Predaking growled in response.

Krok rumbled, “Oh, and these collars? They got to go.”

Ultra Magnus' shot the Decepticon a disapproving look.

“I’m serious,” Krok muttered. “Do you think the Decepticons will choose peace when they see their own brethren in restraints?”

The corner of Ultra Magnus’ mouth twitched.

“For the missions, then,” Bumblebee offered. “We take them off.”

Ultra Magnus stated, “So, the proposition is an equal number of armed Decepticons to an equal number of Autobots onboard the warship. With the Predacons acting as peacekeepers.”

“Yep.”

“We will bring more than five Autobots,” Ultra Magnus decided.

Krok tapped his arms with his claws. “Fine. Bumblebee, I like you. You seem rational. And most Decepticons probably know you but don't hate you. You can come.”

Bumblebee perked up.

“The pilot will be Sideswipe,” Ultra Magnus said.

“No. No Decepticon wants to see the Ark's pilot flying the Nemesis.”

“Sideswipe is the most reliable pilot we can offer.”

Krok replied, “Crankcase can be the pilot.”

“A Decepticon will not pilot the warship on these missions.”

Krok’s brows furrowed.

“Sideswipe will come.” Ultra Magnus then added, “Silverbolt.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Fine. Then Jetfire it shall be.”

Krok retorted, “Do you know nothing? Jetfire is a traitor whom the Decepticons despise!”

Ultra Magnus glared. “Bulkhead.”

“Fine.”

“Wheeljack.”

Krok paused. “Maybe.”

“Arcee.”

“I don’t know who that is, so fine.”

“Smokescreen.”

“Who?”

“A medic should be onboard,” Chromedome said.

“Spinister’s a medic,” Krok answered.

Chromedome huffed, “Decepticon medics don’t help Autobots.”

Krok echoed, “Autobot medics don’t help Decepticons.”

“They do. That's the difference between us.”

“You’re thinking of non-combatant medics. But if you have any on hand, bring them. Decepticons tolerate them. They aren’t real Autobots.”

“First Aid is a non-combatant medic currently onsite,” Ultra Magnus replied. “So, we will enlist him, Bumblebee, Arcee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Smokescreen, Sideswipe—”

“Me,” Chromedome said. “You need a strong leader to keep an eye on Krok and I don't think I am notorious for anything. Not to the degree that Silverbolt is, anyway.”

Krok said, “At least Sixshot, Overlord, and Black Shadow will know that you were established as an Autobot Campaign Leader.”

Ultra Magnus answered, “I agree that Chromedome would serve the mission well. He has the same experience as Silverbolt but not the same notoriety as part of a Combiner.”

“You can count on me,” Chromedome vowed. “I will be calm and rational even in the face of hostile 'Cons.”

Krok glanced at Ultra Magnus. “His presence will be pushing your luck. I’m warning you.”

“Chromedome will go,” Ultra Magnus declared.

“And wherever I go, Rewind goes,” Chromedome insisted. “He is a valuable asset for any mission. He can record for the historical log, spy if need be.”

“So be it. You may also select one more Autobot for the mission,” Ultra Magnus told him. “It will be optimal to have twice as many Autobots as Decepticons onboard, in addition to the Predacons.”

“Alright, I'll find an extra pair of blasters. And a dropship. If we need to make planetfall, we don't need to hand deliver the warship to the Decepticons. We can stay in orbit.”

Ultra Magnus nodded. “You were rightfully chosen for leadership. I entrust the Campaign missions to you. Rest for now, prepare, and you may embark to Antilla in two solar cycles.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you,” Chromedome replied.

Krok rolled his head back to face the ceiling.

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Obsidian in battle: ARTificial Absinthe (Tumblr)

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Utterly impatient for the next mission, the Predacons could hardly stay still. They wrestled and chased each other around the landing site, burning off their energy. The sun dragged itself twice over the sky until finally, it rose again and the new Nemesis crew assembled by the parked warship.

The Autobots from Earth, a new medic called "First Aid", and a red-eyed, blue Autobot engineer named "Pipes" faced Krok and his soldiers. Ten Autobots—five Decepticons. Between them, Predaking and his brethren stood with their hands on their hips and their shoulders wide. Ultra Magnus walked with Jetfire between the lines, while the Seeker inserted a key into each collar worn by the Decepticons. Some of Krok's Decepticons shrunk as Jetfire approached them, but after a quick beep, he unclipped the collars around their necks. As he moved on, the pink Seeker and tan Decepticon stood straighter and smiled at each other. Every Decepticon rolled their shoulders as though a heavy weight had been lifted from them.

The Autobots facing them tensed now that the Decepticons were free. As the pink Seeker flicked his wings and looked up at the sky, Bulkhead growled, “Don’t even think about it, Flyhigh.”

The Decepticon lowered his head and blinked at him. “Oh wow, I hope thinking isn’t against the law now too?”

Wheeljack snapped, “Listen here, ‘Con—”

Krok growled, “Misfire didn’t mean anything. He’s just an idiot and was actually dead serious…”

Chromedome uttered, “Let's not have any problems already, shall we?”

“Right,” Krok muttered.

Ultra Magnus’ disapproving glare saw them off. Once inside the Nemesis, the Autobots clustered to block off the catwalk to the main console. The Decepticons stayed in the back of the room, overseen by not only the Predacons but by Bulkhead and Wheeljack. Predaking huffed. These five Decepticons were hardly a threat, with three of them being the same size as the average Autobot. Those called Crankcase, Fulcrum, and Flyhigh—or Misfire, rather—were all below Predaking's hips. Krok was even smaller than Bumblebee. The largest was the purple copterbot, Spinister, who was about as large as Ultra Magnus. Perhaps the Autobots could feel threatened by him, but it should have been clear that any one Predacon could crush him.

Misfire wheedled to Krok, “Why did you make me sound like an idiot? I wasn’t being serious, I—”

“You can’t joke around like that,” Krok grunted. “Do you want them to throw you out the airlock?”

“Maybe? If we’re not in space yet, then I can just fly anyway—”

“That. Don't talk to them like that. They will not enjoy your jokes.”

“Aww…”

“Maybe just don’t talk at all,” Crankcase grumbled.

Sideswipe activated the ship-wide announcement system. “Alright, everyone—‘Bots, ‘Cons, and Preds—welcome aboard Air Sideswipe! As we lift off, your captain would like to remind you: no bickering, fighting, or blasting onboard this craft!”

“Now why're you using the whole announcement system?” Crankcase called. “This ship ain't your plaything!”

“What did I just say?” Sideswipe groaned. “You know what, forget it. You’re just sour I’m piloting and not you.”

Crankcase muttered curses until the Nemesis broke through the atmosphere and floated toward the space bridge.

“Commander,” Bumblebee announced. “Ready for departure.”

Sideswipe activated the space bridge.

Ultra Magnus responded, “Hold open the portal and update us on all developments.”

Cybertron was replaced by a glamorous pink planet with one moon and a ring of dust and stone. The Predacons shifted, resisting the urge to move closer to the viewing screen.

Chromedome said, “So we can assume Obsidian is down there with approximately one hundred Decepticons. That is just an estimate that assumes he lost half of his army to emerge victorious. But if he suffered zero losses somehow, the number of Decepticons could be as high as two hundred.”

“Hopefully it is a lot less than one hundred,” Rewind commented on his shoulder.

“Time to let me through to send a message,” Krok muttered, pushing through the bodies of the Autobots.

“Sheesh,” Smokescreen grumbled as the Decepticon shouldered past.

“What are you going to say?” Chromedome demanded.

“Have some faith,” Krok growled, then began his call. “General Obsidian, this is General Krok of the Third Campaign on the Nemesis. Are you there?”

They waited, but there was no response from the planet. Sideswipe enlarged a screen so that everyone could see him scan for Decepticon life signals; none were detected.

“What?” Krok jolted.

“O-okay then,” Sideswipe said. “Let’s try Autobot signals. We got a tracking system from Silverbolt’s ship, so all registered sparks should…”

There were no Autobot life signals either.

“That’s... concerning,” Chromedome murmured.

Pipes yelped, “They aren’t all dead, are they?”

Bumblebee said, “No, there would have to have been at least one survivor, even after a bloody battle. Whoever is down there is concealing their signals.”

“Then those are Autobots! They’re hiding from us!” Smokescreen exclaimed. “They think we’re Megatron and the ‘Cons!”

Bumblebee nudged Krok aside to make a call. “This is Bumblebee onboard the Nemesis. Calling all Autobots—the War is over. Megatron has renounced the Decepticon cause, the Allspark has been returned to the Well, and Cybertron is producing energon again. The Nemesis is under Autobot control but with us are Decepticon ambassadors. We were under the assumption that Obsidian had won the Campaign.”

A few moments later, an excited voice answered them.

“Bumblebee? A-are you talking? Bumblebee?”

“Who is speaking?” Bumblebee asked.

A video popped up onscreen to show a few beaming faces.

“Dealer!” Bumblebee cried.

An Autobot with a bright blue face smiled back. In addition to his unusual facial colour, one of his eyes was blue and the other was red.

“So the War is really over?” Dealer gasped.

The Autobots switched on their own video feed showing themselves inside the Nemesis.

“You bet, you rascal!” Bumblebee laughed.

The entire atmosphere changed. All the Autobots perked up with shining eyes, broad smiles, and tapping feet. Meanwhile, Krok trudged back to his Decepticons with his head hung.

“We honestly, we—we thought that was all scrap, that message! I mean, the Ark would’ve picked us up if the War were over, we believed!”

“I’m afraid there’s bad news about the Ark.”

Dealer laughed, “No wonder you came in the slimy Nemesis then. Listen here ol’ buddy, you get your not-yellow bod down here and tell us everything. Nice paintjob, by the way!”

“Thanks! So where are we meeting?”

Dealer sent them coordinates, then Bumblebee ended the call and reported to Ultra Magnus. Their news came as a completely welcome surprise to the spaceport staff.

“Still, proceed with caution,” Ultra Magnus advised. “Keep the Nemesis in orbit. They didn’t put Railspike on the line, therefore, I won’t be convinced until I hear from him myself. Take the Predacons down with you for security as well as the Decepticons for possible negotiations. Do not use a ground bridge, as that would allow anyone direct entry into the Nemesis. Descend in the dropship to see what you are walking into.”

“Understood, Sir,” Chromedome answered, before assigning all Autobots besides Sideswipe to the dropship.

“Oh shucks,” Sideswipe sighed. “Just like old times, alone and in charge of a biiig empty ship. Well, enjoy the party.”

Chromedome reassured him, “We’ll be back soon with plenty of Autobots to keep you company. If not, you’ll be entertained shooting down some sneaky ‘Cons trying to fly up here. Keep watch.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. A Seeker would have to be really stupid to try to approach me behind the controls of the Decepticon deathship!”

Sideswipe smacked the correct buttons to turn all weapon systems online, grinning while Crankcase huffed.

---

Choice 1: Stay on the ship.......... Go to 4_3
Choice 2: Go to the planet.......... Go to 4_4

 

First Aid:

 

Pipes:

Notes:

Art:
Krok unimpressed by Misfire: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
First Aid: Coyote (official_orange_art on Instagram)
Pipes: Cuppajj (Tumblr)

Chapter 35: 4_3

Notes:

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You chose to stay on the ship

 

Predaking advised, “One Predacon should remain behind in case any Decepticons manage to come aboard.”

“Hey, I can handle the Nemesis!” Sideswipe cried.

“No, that's a good idea,” Chromedome interrupted. “Just to be safe. If they do get aboard, you can’t guard the controls by yourself, Sideswipe.”

Predaking nodded at his brethren, trusting that three Predacons could handle any potential traps on the planet's surface. They nodded back. Everyone else departed, leaving Predaking with a disgruntled Sideswipe and a long awkward silence.

The red Autobot spoke up. “So uhh, what do Predacons do in their spare time?”

“Battle,” Predaking muttered, focused at the pink planet.

“Oh like, each other?”

“Mm.”

“Just some wrestling and playing around?”

Predaking growled quietly.

“Sorry, that description didn’t sound tough enough for you, huh? That’s what you’re all about, right?”

While Sideswipe spoke, he also kept his eyes trained on Antilla.

“But you’re nicer than you look,” the Autobot continued. “I mean, bots talk about how you spoke to those Miner Vehicons and how you carried those dying Velocitronians. I heard what you did with Starscream too—although letting him go free like that was a bit too nice if you ask me. But... despite how scary you look and the fact you all were made by Shockwave, you are easily the best things he ever created.”

Predaking’s frown disappeared. The silence that followed no longer tingled like static, but was peaceful and comforting. Predaking stayed in the far back only a little longer before he padded up the catwalk and stood beside the pilot.

Wheeljack reported in, “They’ve built a whole home down here. Fighting must’ve been finished a long time ago. We’re going to land.”

“That’s great!” Sideswipe responded. “I’ll let Ultra Magnus know.”

He updated the commander, then Sideswipe and Predaking watched rocks slowly orbit the planet. Predaking began to grow sleepy, but jolted awake when Sideswipe hissed, “Oh scrap!”

The pilot zoomed in on a few dots onscreen, until those dots grew wings.

“We have a problem!” Sideswipe shouted over the comms. “Seven Seekers coming at the warship!"

Sideswipe opened fire, scattering the Seekers in all directions. Predaking tensed for action, yet could do nothing but listen to Bumblebee’s response.

“We have bigger problems,” Bumblebee choked. “We're surrounded by two hundred Decepticons... the armies of Obsidian and Strika!”

“Oh Primus!” Sideswipe exclaimed.

The pilot hurtled the Nemesis toward the planet.

“Send Predaking,” Bumblebee whispered. “Right now.”

“Preda—oh!”

Sideswipe’s frantic gaze whipped back at Predaking. As the warship accelerated through the atmosphere, Sideswipe's deft fingers pounded the commands to open a ground bridge. A portal bubbled up behind Predaking.

“Go get ‘em!” Sideswipe hollered.

Predaking hurled himself through the portal while transforming, crashing onto pink stone. The jump disorientated him, but then his gaze sharpened on a large crowd patterned by Decepticon insignias. The army formed a ring of blasters, clubs, and swords around Predaking’s snarling brethren, but they made no move toward the armed Autobots and timid Decepticons beneath their bellies. At Predaking’s intrusion, however, Decepticons turned and yelped. He prowled through them, spreading his enormous wings and screeching.

“Hold your fire!” a voice boomed.

Predaking turned his head, hissing with his mandibles spread to reveal his fangs. Within the innermost ring surrounding the Autobots, the Decepticon Campaign Leaders held their ground. Strika had spoken, her fierce gaze locked on Predaking while her silent, hovering companion glanced quickly at the new Predacon then back at the Autobots.

Growling deep in his throat, Predaking parted the army as he approached his crewmates. Decepticons hopped back, but he did not attack them; instead, he reached his brethren and waved his tail languidly. His wings remained spread, casting shade over many Decepticons.

“Obsidian, Strika.” Krok stepped away from the Predacons. “Let us talk in private. We should not fight here; we all understand how messy this would get.”

Krok halted before the generals; both stared down at him.

“Seekers,” Strika ordered. “Cease your pursuit of the ship for now.”

Obsidian beckoned with a flick of his red fingers for Krok to follow him. As they began to head toward one of the many pink stone buildings, a small blur suddenly dashed through Decepticon legs. Predaking twisted his head toward the sound of clacking plates, then he caught sight of speeding limbs and blue eyes.

---

Choice 1: Do nothing.............. Go to 4_5
Choice 2: Defend yourself....... Go to 4_7

 

Obsidian:

Strika:

Notes:

Art:
Obsidian and Strika concepts: Emperor Kumquat

Chapter 36: 4_4

Notes:

✓

You chose to go to the planet

 

The Autobots, Decepticons, and Predacons crammed into the back of the dropship. Though the Autobots and Decepticons immediately separated onto different benches, they then found themselves staring at each other. The Predacons stood between them, finding that the benches allowed no room for their wings, but they stumbled as soon as Wheeljack set the ship into motion, thus sat to save face.

Windows lining the sides and floor allowed everyone to see Antilla once they passed through the atmosphere. Fleecy red clouds swept past before stone plains stretched out in all directions, streaked in warm colours from pink to red and orange to yellow. As the dropship approached the coordinates, the crew made out a village of houses carved from stone. One large building sat in the centre of the village next to a full shipyard. From there, the Autobots from the video call waved at them.

The Autobots relaxed. Wheeljack reported to Sideswipe, “They’ve built a whole home down here. Fighting must’ve been finished a long time ago. We’re going to land.”

“That’s great!” Sideswipe responded. “I’ll let Ultra Magnus know.”

The dropship parked beside the other vessels. The Antilian Autobots clustered outside the door, waiting anxiously for their comrades to emerge.

“Predacons, Decepticons, wait here a moment,” Chromedome cautioned.

The Autobots stepped outside, but through the open door, the others could hear the questions both parties of Autobots pelted at each other.

Chromedome started, “Where is Rail—”

“Are the Decepticons onboard?” Dealer demanded with the sound of drawn blasters.

Bumblebee replied, “They are, but it’s alright. There are only five of them, and we have Predacon security for backup.”

“Predacons? What are you talking about? Predacon-Predacons? How? Attack mechanimals?”

“No, Dealer, they transform. Predacons can transform, we discovered, so they are like us.”

“But how?”

“Shockwave created them,” Bumblebee said.

“Shockwave!” Dealer exclaimed. “Aren’t they dangerous then?”

Predaking appeared in the doorway and stared down the group of nervous Autobots. They jumped at the sight of him.

“Is that one of them?” a white Autobot with a golden face demanded.

Predaking straightened from both annoyance and pride.

“Yes, Getaway.” Bumblebee made calming gestures with his hands. “This is Predaking. There are three other Predacons onboard. They will bring out the Decepticons now.”

The Predacons marched out with Krok and his soldiers between them. The Antilian Autobots trained their weapons on the Decepticons, causing Misfire and Fulcrum to frantically look to the sky.

“Store your weapons,” Krok growled. “We’re not here to fight.”

“Decepticon ambassador… huh?” Dealer exhaled. “That is a wild idea, ‘Bee. Um… come along then. Let’s have them talk to Railspike.”

The Nemesis crew followed the Antilian Autobots into the village.

“There are a lot of ships here,” Chromedome probed. “So… where is everyone?”

“Everyone’s in the city hall right now,” Dealer explained.

“Doing?”

“What do you expect? Railspike’s letting us throw a party to welcome you and celebrate the end of the War!”

As they padded along a silent street, Rewind whispered into Chromedome’s audio receptor. The two peered around, as did Predaking, remembering Ultra Magnus' words of caution.

There was movement behind a window. Everyone snapped their heads to the rose-tinted glass, where a small, plump creature pawed at the barrier.

“Oh!” Pipes gasped. “What is that?”

The creature twirled, yipping and fluttering wing-like plates on its back, before pawing at the glass again.

“A bumble-puppy,” Dealer explained. “We all have them as pets!”

The medic First Aid squealed, “It’s so cute!”

“Aren’t they? They are entirely friendly and harmless! Do you want to pet that one?”

First Aid inhaled, “Can we? Is that okay? Who owns that one?”

Dealer laughed, “Oh, no one’s possessive of them. We just let anyone pet them and play with them because we know no one’s gonna hurt them. We don’t even have locks on our doors around here.”

Dealer pushed open the door and three bumble-puppies spilled out to charge the newcomers. As the fat creatures wove through their legs and put their paws on them, the Autobots laughed. Bumblebee and Smokescreen sat down, letting the bumble-puppies wiggle into their laps.

Smokescreen squeezed a red and white one. “Oh, we got to bring them all back. I need one of my own!”

“Sure! We aren’t going to leave them here,” Dealer replied. “They’ll go wherever we go. They love affection and are very easy to take care of: sunlight and rocks are all they need.”

The bumble-puppies scampered up to the Predacons and Decepticons, but while Darksteel and Ripclaw patted them, the Decepticons did not. They kept their hands to themselves and their eyes on the Autobots.

“What’s with ‘Cons and hating other life forms?” Smokescreen tickled a bumble-puppy to emphasize his point. “That’s a whole thing, isn’t it? Megatron trying to wipe out all life on Earth, ‘Cons not even charmed by the cutest pets in the whole universe…”

“Aren’t we on a mission?” Krok muttered. He glanced at his soldiers, who looked sick watching the Autobots play with the pets.

One of the Antilian Autobots made a clicking noise in his throat and guided all the bumble-puppies back inside the house.

“They even have the cutest names!” Pipes chattered. “Bumble-puppies.”

The group continued on. Bumble-puppies continued to appear in the windows of the houses: multi-coloured and bouncing with joy at the sight of Cybertronians. Even Chromedome couldn’t help but chuckle softly at their antics.

“We picked them up from the Antilian moon they’re native to,” Dealer explained. “We're not sure how they got there, but they are a purely female self-replicating species. Did you know the Cybertronian colonists here used to keep them as pets before the Rust Plague? So we thought, why not have pets too now that our fighting is done? Pets n' houses.”

The city hall came into sight and the Autobots picked up their pace. As they did, the five Decepticons slowed, becoming increasingly more awkward and nervous.

“Now,” Dealer began, and they waited for him to continue, he never did.

Doors of houses flung open and Cybertronians poured into the street. Coloured lights flared, before Predaking realized that those lights were glowing blasters. A horde of armed bots exploded from the city hall, and within moments, the Nemesis crew was surrounded. Predaking transformed and screeched, falling over Krok and his Decepticons until he realized he was protecting the wrong group.

Hundreds of Decepticon insignias now faced them. Predaking's brethren transformed, threw open their wings, and shrieked warnings while the Autobots sprinted under their bodies for cover. No Decepticon fired as they tightened their positions and some of them climbed onto roofs. Readying fire in his throat, Predaking swung his head from side-to-side to soak in all his targets. As he looked over the harsh-eyed, masked faces, he finally spied the floating, dark general at the front of the ring.

Obsidian was not alone. Beside him with her arms crossed, stood Strika of the Second Campaign.

“We have a problem!” Sideswipe shouted over the comms. “Seven Seekers coming at the warship!”

The warship's blasters fired on his end of the call.

“We have bigger problems,” Bumblebee choked. “Two hundred Decepticons... the armies of Obsidian and Strika!”

“Oh Primus!”

The Decepticons still made no move, but Strika reminded them with a booming call, “Hold your fire!”

Predaking hissed at the generals with his mandibles spread to reveal his fangs. Strika's fierce gaze locked onto Predaking while her silent, hovering companion glanced quickly at him then back at the Autobots.

“Obsidian, Strika.” Krok stepped away from the Predacons. “Let us talk in private. We should not fight here; we all understand how messy this would get.”

Krok halted before the generals; both stared down at him.

“Seekers,” Strika ordered. “Cease your pursuit of the ship for now.”

Obsidian beckoned with a flick of his red fingers for Krok to follow him. As they began to head toward one of the many pink stone buildings, a small blur suddenly dashed through Decepticon legs. Predaking twisted his head toward the sound of clacking plates, then he caught sight of speeding limbs and blue eyes.

---

Choice 1: Do nothing................. Go to 4_6
Choice 2: Defend yourself.......... Go to 4_7

 

Obsidian:

Strika:

Notes:

Art:
Arrival to the village, the Autobots and the bumble-puppies: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Obsidian and Strika concepts: Emperor Kumquat

Chapter 37: 4_5

Notes:

✓

You chose to do nothing

 

Predaking identified the fat animal as harmless once it trotted up to him, yipping and flapping its back plates. He paused, then stepped over it. It darted ahead of him, forcing him to stop as it sniffed his forearm. Slowly, Predaking panned his gaze over the Decepticons around him, who were now watching him with murderous intent.

A clicking sound turned the creature's head. Both Predaking and the animal located Obsidian as he made another clicking sound in his throat. Stubby tail wagging, the creature dashed through the army up to the hovering Decepticon. Obsidian raised his arm and pointed to the side, but the panting creature disobeyed and leapt into his arms. He gasped and caught it, flying back and nearly crashing into one of his soldiers. He quickly fought to control its squirming body as he rushed inside the nearest building. Krok strode after him and disappeared inside.

Predaking’s brows rose but he took the chance to join his brethren. While Obsidian and Krok were absent, the Autobots called to their false allies.

“Dealer, how could you?” Bumblebee gasped. “You’re an Autobot!”

Dealer glanced at Strika before replying, “No, not anymore.”

“What did they threaten you with?” Bumblebee pressed.

Strika glared.

“They didn’t threaten us,” Dealer muttered.

“Traitors—” Chromedome inhaled. “—Or liars!”

“This is the cause we believe in now,” Dealer huffed. “Like it or not, Chromedome.”

“What are you going to do—fight your old friends?” Bumblebee’s voice gained an edge. “Execute us?”

“Please, can’t we all get along?” First Aid wailed. “Everyone, please put down your weapons. The War is over…”

“Stop whining, medic! We don’t want to kill you.” Dealer stared at the Nemesis crew over his blue and red striped blaster. “We just want you to see things our way.”

Wheeljack readjusted his grip on his swords. “And the guns help you teach, do they?”

Strika thundered, “You do not want to fight us, Autobots!”

Arcee held her blasters on Strika, deadly still. Beside her, Pipes aimed his at the Decepticon general as well, but quivered in the knees. Predaking rolled his eyes and looked around, calculating which group of Decepticons he would launch at first if they began to fire. Bumblebee's needled gaze and blasters stayed fixed on Dealer. Still, no one broke the standstill before Obsidian floated outside with Krok behind him. The dark general rejoined Strika's side and whispered into her audio receptor for a while.

Then, Strika announced, “We surrender.”

---

Obsidian and Strika did not move as the Autobots clipped cuffs to their arms and collars to their necks. They did the same to Dealer and the ex-Autobots, before marching them to the dropship. Eerily, the hundreds of Decepticons trailed them up to the shipyard.

“We will return for you,” Chromedome called to the Decepticons. “Heed the decision of your leaders.”

“Dirty Autobot scum!” barked a red-faced Decepticon from the army.

Obsidian’s and Strika's calm stares quieted the Decepticon. The Autobots of the Nemesis crew looked warily at each other with round eyes but eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

What did Krok tell Obsidian? Predaking thought what they all did. Why were they willing to surrender when they had the upper hand?

Neither Obsidian nor Strika spoke again on their flight to the Nemesis.

“What did you tell them, Krok?” Chromedome finally asked.

Krok answered, “I described the situation on Cybertron.”

“What did you say, exactly?”

“The War is over. The planet is producing energon, life, and nature. We better stop fighting so we don't frag it up.”

“And that was enough for them?” Chromedome scoffed doubtfully.

“Obsidian also has a lot to say.”

“Well, go on then,” Chromedome told Obsidian. “Don't be shy.”

The black and red Decepticon sat, staring forward at nothing.

Chromedome uttered, “It better be some great apology for how he and Strika murdered Railspike, Metalhawk, and four thousand other Autobots.”

---

Continue to 4_8

Notes:

Art:
Bumble-puppy concept: skiel-infinity (Tumblr)

Chapter 38: 4_6

Notes:

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You chose to do nothing

 

Predaking identified the fat animal as harmless bumble-puppy once it trotted up to him, yipping and flapping its back plates. As it sniffed his forearm, Predaking panned his gaze over the Decepticons around him, who were now watching him with murderous intent.

A clicking sound turned the bumble-puppy's head. Both Predaking and the animal located Obsidian as he made another clicking sound in his throat. Stubby tail wagging, the creature dashed through the army up to the hovering Decepticon. Obsidian raised his arm and pointed to the side, but the panting bumble-puppy disobeyed and leapt into his arms. He gasped and caught it, flying back and nearly crashing into one of his soldiers. He quickly fought to control its squirming body as he rushed inside the nearest building. Krok strode after him and disappeared inside.

While Obsidian and Krok were absent, the Autobots called to their false allies.

“Dealer, how could you?” Bumblebee gasped. “You’re an Autobot!”

Dealer glanced at Strika before replying, “No, not anymore.”

“What did they threaten you with?” Bumblebee pressed.

Strika glared.

“They didn’t threaten us,” Dealer muttered.

“Traitors—” Chromedome inhaled. “—Or liars!”

“This is the cause we believe in now,” Dealer huffed. “Like it or not, Chromedome.”

“What are you going to do—fight your old friends?” Bumblebee’s voice gained an edge. “Execute us?”

“Please, can’t we all get along?” First Aid wailed. “Everyone, please put down your weapons. The War is over…”

“Stop whining, medic! We don’t want to kill you.” Dealer stared at the Nemesis crew over his blue and red striped blaster. “We just want you to see things our way.”

Wheeljack readjusted his grip on his swords. “And the guns help you teach, do they?”

Strika thundered, “You do not want to fight us, Autobots!”

Arcee held her blasters on Strika, deadly still. Beside her, Pipes aimed his at the Decepticon general as well, but quivered in the knees. Predaking rolled his eyes and looked around, calculating which group of Decepticons he would launch at first if they began to fire. Bumblebee's needled gaze and blasters stayed fixed on Dealer. Still, no one broke the standstill before Obsidian floated outside with Krok behind him. The dark general rejoined Strika's side and whispered into her audio receptor for a while.

Then, Strika announced, “We surrender.”

---

Obsidian and Strika did not move as the Autobots clipped cuffs to their arms and collars to their necks. They did the same to Dealer and the ex-Autobots, before marching them to the dropship. Eerily, the hundreds of Decepticons trailed them up to the shipyard.

“We will return for you,” Chromedome called to the Decepticons. “Heed the decision of your leaders.”

“Dirty Autobot scum!” barked a red-faced Decepticon from the army.

Obsidian’s and Strika's calm stares quieted the Decepticon. The Autobots of the Nemesis crew looked warily at each other with round eyes but eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

What did Krok tell Obsidian? Predaking thought what they all did. Why were they willing to surrender when they had the upper hand?

Neither Obsidian nor Strika spoke again on their flight to the Nemesis.

“What did you tell them, Krok?” Chromedome finally asked.

Krok answered, “I described the situation on Cybertron.”

“What did you say, exactly?”

“The War is over. The planet is producing energon, life, and nature. We better stop fighting so we don't frag it up.”

“And that was enough for them?” Chromedome scoffed doubtfully.

“Obsidian also has a lot to say.”

“Well, go on then,” Chromedome told Obsidian. “Don't be shy.”

The black and red Decepticon sat, staring forward at nothing.

Chromedome uttered, “It better be some great apology for how he and Strika murdered Railspike, Metalhawk, and four thousand other Autobots.”

---

Continue to 4_8

Notes:

Art:
Bumble-puppy concept: skiel-infinity (Tumblr)

Chapter 39: 4_7

Notes:

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You chose to defend yourself

 

Predaking swatted the creature as it charged at him. His claws smacked and sliced a metal body, sending it flying with a spray of pink and high-pitched yipping.

Roaring, the horde of Decepticons mobilized. Strika and Obsidian raised their weapons along with two hundred other Decepticons, aimed at Predaking’s head, and fired.

---

Game Over: Don’t kick the puppy

Chapter 40: 4_8

Notes:

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[Within the courthouse of Kaon, security was stricter than before: the Predacons stood beside Obsidian and Strika at their separate stands, the Aerialbots guarded the ex-Autobot prisoners seated in the front row, and the Autobot crew of the Nemesis watched the crowd from the back. The judges were the same, although this time, Rewind took control of the computer and screens. Krok and his four soldiers—Fulcrum, Misfire, Spinister, and Crankcase—had been allowed to claim seats, but each of them was collared and shackled once again.]

Ultra Magnus began, “Obsidian and Strika, as many of you know, are two of Megatron’s deadliest military strategists. Together, they are responsible for an estimated loss of four thousand Autobot lives in the War for Cybertron. Eleven former Autobots have been identified within their surviving Campaign armies: the survivors who were forced to change their faction. This means that approximately three hundred more Autobots were massacred in the first two Campaigns, including General Railspike and General Metalhawk.”

The Autobots in the audience muttered and bristled.

Ultra Magnus glowered at Obsidian. “Is any of the information I provided false?”

[On the screens, Rewind played uncensored, muted clips of Obsidian overlooking gory battles or participating in them himself. Obsidian peered at the screen closest to him which showed him blasting through an Autobot with his arm cannon. Then, Obsidian drawled a single word in a noble, nasally accent that did not match his sinister appearance.]

“No,” he answered.

“And what say you?” Ultra Magnus turned to Strika.

[Rewind presented the same violent program for the second Campaign Leader: onscreen she silently urged Decepticons to the slaughter or joined it, breaking Autobots herself.]

“I do not deny or regret what I have done,” Strika uttered.

“Were you told about Megatron’s defection by Krok?”

“Yes,” Strika said.

Ultra Magnus addressed them both: “What are your thoughts after viewing the video evidence of Megatron's defection?”

As the video played with volume behind the Decepticon generals, neither glanced at it or spoke. Predaking's eyes locked onto the screen, bewildered to truly watch Megatron's mouth form the words:

“Enough! The Decepticons are no more. And that is final.”

Once the video finished, Strika growled, “If you want to know if we will cause trouble, we will not as long as we are treated with respect.”

Ultra Magnus and the other judges turned to Obsidian, but he stayed silent.

“Have you nothing to say?” Ultra Magnus asked.

“Obsidian has been waiting,” Strika grunted. “Once you have finished slandering us, he will refute you.”

Ultra Magnus flared his eyes at her before his gaze snapped back to Obsidian. “Is that so? How will you justify your crimes?”

Obsidian raised his cuffed arms to stroke his inhibitor collar with his fingers. Everyone watched him, the audience at the edge of their seats, but he dragged on the silence doing no more than stroke his collar. As eyes began to narrow and teeth began to bare, Obsidian finally treated them to more of his voice.

“I have much to say, indeed. As my impressive comrade put it, I was waiting for my moment. Now firstly, I’ll commend you for your quality security.”

The collar dropped off his neck and clanged onto the stand. While the Predacon guards blinked at him, the judges and audience gasped and armed themselves. In the face of the blasters, Obsidian raised his cuffed hands innocently.

“And secondly, I will inform you that even Decepticons get tired.”

Obsidian’s lower body transformed, his stinger-like curl breaking into legs. He ceased hovering, dropping in height as he landed on delicate feet. Tapping around his stand, Obsidian then leaned against it until the judges lowered their weapons warily.

Ultra Magnus growled, “How did you disarm your collar?”

“Let us begin a discussion,” Obsidian drawled. “About these collars.”

“Who disarmed it?” Ultra Magnus raised his voice.

Obsidian sighed. “A capable Minicon. Might we move on? I wish to say that Krok warned me about these collars before we arrived, among other things, such as how you would treat us in court. And I am appalled, although the Autobot cause has always disconcerted me. I respected your leader, Optimus Prime, but the rest of you failed to uphold his moral code. For that, I accuse you. Every Autobot in this room is guilty of murder, torture, and psychological trauma. Each of you deserves to stand on trial and that is what I came here to do: to conduct your trials to the best of my ability and let guilt serve as your punishment.”

[The ensuing offended uproar silenced Obsidian. With all the patience in the world, he waited until the stirring of the Predacons and the calls of Ultra Magnus restored order.]

“I myself am guilty as well, though at least I have done all that I could to repent. You see, I was permitted to become a Tetrahexian architect due to my body type. Conversely, Strika was forged compact and powerful, and so her destiny was to become a slave who produced the materials I purchased. You Autobots and I lived lives of luxury. Certainly, you were bored within your posts of the caste system; you called that boredom 'suffering' because you had not experienced true suffering. You did not need to fear death or crippling injury in the workplace. Now, though my life was the same privileged one as yours, there is a key difference between you and me...

“When I listened to Megatron’s speeches, I was educated. My spark went out to those dying in the South, whose lives we had not valued because we had convinced ourselves that those Cybertronians were a lesser breed. To us they were the nameless, the filthy, the brutish, the dangerous. Hardly more than mechanimals. I saw through the lies of society that kept me from recognizing the injustice. You did not. As in the past with the death of a slave, now the death of a Decepticon brings you relief. To you it is not a loss of life. Not like when an Autobot is killed, which is wholly condemned and causes a trial like this.

“I was a general no different than Ultra Magnus. If all sparks are equal as Optimus Prime claimed, then, when I must stand trial for the thousands of Autobots I terminated, so must Ultra Magnus for the thousands of Decepticons he terminated. Ah, how audacious you believe me to be! Well, if our situations were reversed indeed, how would you react to Decepticons attaching bombs to your necks, denying you the natural right to transform, and rendering you defenceless? When you do this very thing to Decepticons, you see no wrong. You do not consider the psychological repercussions! Because you see no Cybertronians in those cells you've made.

“You despise me and Strika because we killed Railspike and Metalhawk, your friends. Over and over again the Autobots cry, ‘You killed my friend, my partner, my sibling… The Decepticons will pay!’. Don’t you know, Decepticons suffer the same? They too cry, ‘You killed the ones I cared about! I will have my revenge!’. There are Decepticons who weep for what Railspike or Metalhawk has done. It is a vicious circle of revenge... but you see only a line.

“Krok overheard your suggestions to remove weapon systems from Decepticons. And even after your voice boxes spout immoral ideas of non-consensual surgeries, you wonder why the Decepticons are hostile to your faction! Their aggression is not unwarranted. It all began with you. You did not take responsibility; you committed cruel acts and played victim when the tortured castes retaliated. You thought the slave rioters to be crazed, violent, dirty, uneducated savages with no justification for their rage. And perhaps some were just that... crazed, violent, dirty, and uneducated bots... who later killed, tortured, and committed war crimes. That is not what every Decepticon is, but even if they were, they are still not guilty!

“After I won my Campaign, I kept the few Autobot survivors as prisoners. I did not kill them; I argued with them. I coaxed them to finally see that the Decepticon cause was justified. Who caused suffering on Cybertron? The high-castes. Who suffered? The low-castes. The low-castes revolted and wanted to establish a leader from their own ranks who would guarantee their proper treatment. But what did the High Council do? They did not step down despite their horrendous crimes. They did not apologize to those they oppressed and murdered! They clung to their ranks and riches, looked over the head of a slave like Megatron, to make an icon out of a higher-caste bot!”

Obsidian now yelled.

“There was no justice! There were no trials on behalf of the millions who died in the Age of Rust! A number so high that you cannot comprehend it! Now it is just a statistic that does not acknowledge each individual who was killed, scrapped, and melted into sludge! I speak on behalf of the damned nameless sparks from Blaster City to Kaon who were never shown love, but were sent to die as children! How dare you call Decepticons evil and place them on trial, when you made them what they are!”

His final shout echoed off the walls. No one spoke or moved.

“Well spoken as always, comrade,” Strika said.

“I said all that I could,” Obsidian replied. “It’s up to them now to open their minds and their sparks.”

Obsidian peered at the judges.

“Antilla’s war ended five hundred stellar cycles ago,” he continued. “Arduria’s shortly after. Strika’s army migrated to join mine as the living conditions on their world were unpleasant. We made peace with the surviving Autobots, we built a city from nothing, and we lived in harmony while enjoying the company of the native lifeforms of Antilla’s moon. Yes, we had enough energon to survive a few more centuries, but we wanted to come home as soon as we heard that Cybertron had been restored. The inside of a jail cell is not home. Home must be a Cybertron where Decepticons are healthy and free with value as individuals and representation in the new political sphere. You have seen our army on Antilla and all our spaceships. You fell into our trap and by our mercy, were spared of a fight. So know well that we can plot and wage a bloody battle for control of Cybertron. But we are also capable of peace. So, what will it be? Will you continue to collar us?”

Ultra Magnus and the other judges looked to each other with tensely raised shoulders.

Krok stood up from his seat in the audience. “Obsidian and Strika can become additional Decepticon ambassadors on Cybertron. They share my fatigue of fighting and are not challenging you to battle, but encouraging you to make peace with them.”

“Might I suggest,” Obsidian added, “we form a new council composed of Autobot and Decepticon members? Where all have equal power so that public hostilities are reduced and the proper treatment of all Cybertronians is ensured. Let both factions vote on who shall represent them.”

Strika added, “And if certain Decepticons must be contained, modify the collar to be non-lethal. I doubt your late Prime would have condoned what you are doing now.”

“Hold it,” Ultra Magnus uttered. “Even if we allowed Decepticons to possess political power, an equally divided council would only face a stalemate in all decisions.”

Krok said, “Then add some unaligned positions to break the tie.”

“That is a fine idea, Krok,” Obsidian replied. ”Although, Ultra Magnus should realize that on some things we Autobots and Decepticons may agree. Moreover, if we arrange that Autobots must vote for Decepticons they favour and Decepticons must vote for Autobots in the same fashion, the final result should be an agreeable, rational council with the highest rate of public approval.”

Strika contributed, “Would you not agree that the entire population of Cybertron would be most at ease if their leaders were elected by them?”

Obsidian added, “Instead of hundreds of Decepticons resenting the dictatorship of one Autobot commander. For after all, the other so-called 'judges' haven't spoken a word this entire trial. That isn't fair to them either, is it? Come now. For once in our history, let Cybertronians decide the government that will protect their interests.”

Ultra Magnus' eyes narrowed in on Obsidian and Strika in turn, before he sighed and gazed more softly at his fellow Autobots.

“I have taken the lead in these trials to maximize efficiency, but I value your insight,” Ultra Magnus admitted. “Please, share your thoughts about the idea of an Autobot, Decepticon, and Neutral elected High Council.”

Jetfire said, “How many positions for each role?”

Ironhide drawled, “Wonder if we should go with ol' lucky thirteen.”

“I see no luck in the number,” Obsidian said. “Although, five Decepticons, five Autobots, and three Neutral members would be a good balance.”

“That seems fair,” Bumblebee piped up. “We are five judges right now anyway.”

“I'm not keen on this idea...” Arcee narrowed her eyes. “How can we be certain someone like Starscream won't be given legal political power?”

Obsidian, Strika, and Krok all snorted.

“No one liked Starscream,” Strika chuckled. “He was tolerated.”

Jetfire reassured Arcee beside him. “I don't think we need to worry about him winning an election.”

“What about Shockwave?” She crossed her arms. “Or—dare I say it—if Megatron wins a popular vote and swoops into the council?”

“Let all vote for whoever is online and accounted for,” Obsidian told them. “If Megatron appears, agrees to a ceasefire, and legally enters the council... Well, outvote him then.”

“He cannot be trusted!” Arcee growled. “We will not endanger other worlds by giving him any control of Cybertron!”

“Agreed,” Ultra Magnus emphasized.

“I doubt you need to stress about this,” Krok interrupted. “Many Decepticons feel betrayed by how he renounced our cause. And of course, no Autobot would cast a vote for him... so he would lose the whole vote. Most likely, the Decepticon High Council will include Campaign leaders.”

Ironhide said, “Frankly, I wouldn't mind bein' part of a council with the calmest 'Cons you c'n find. They can keep their own in check, which 'ould make things easier for us police bots. Whatever keeps the peace on Cybertron for the time bein'. How about we spend a few decacycles plannin' n' makin' some rules for qualification?”

“Perhaps,” Ultra Magnus agreed. “But let it not be here and now. We shall convene in private. Do we agree at this moment to allow Obsidian and Strika to walk free as low-risk Decepticons?”

Jetfire replied, “And Decepticons deemed low-risk shall be uncollared now, correct?”

“Uncuffed and uncollared, so that hostilities do not exceed a breaking point,” Ultra Magnus rumbled. “As Obsidian warned.”

“Three Decepticon Campaign generals, walking free...” Arcee stiffened her jaw but did not say more.

Autobots in the audience shifted and looked at each other, but no one protested as the judges all voted for the freedom of Obsidian, Strika, and all other low-risk Decepticons.

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Obsidian takes off his collar: ARTificial Absinthe (Tumblr)

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After the trial, Ultra Magnus pondered if or how they would peacefully transport two hundred Decepticons to Cybertron from Antilla. For the time being, he sent out the Nemesis crew on a mission to Arduria to confirm that Strika's Campaign world was barren of life. As the warship floated up to the space bridge, the clustered Autobots chatted and the Decepticons stood quietly in the back with the Predacons.

“I was soooo scared!” Pipes exclaimed. “But I was brave too—standing my ground, pointing my blasters at all the ‘Cons…”

Predaking, Skylynx, and Ripclaw rolled their eyes at each other, but a snort escaped Darksteel. Pipes rubbed his head, “Er, not that I could have taken them all on myself. No! I’m really glad you Predacons were there…”

“I think I could’ve taken out a good chunk of them,” Smokescreen reckoned. Now even Arcee let out a small huff, shaking her head at her comrades.

“They would have annihilated you without a second thought,” Skylynx interjected. “They only held back because of us.”

“And we thank you for that,” Chromedome replied with his back to them. He and the Minicon on his shoulder continued to stare at the viewing screen. However, Bumblebee turned to face the Predacons.

“We are thankful that you were there,” Bumblebee told them earnestly.

Predaking said. “I defeated both leaders of the Autobot and Decepticon factions. No soldier, no matter how many, could stand against me. With four Predacon guards, you have nothing to fear.”

Crankcase growled to himself and tossed his head to the side.

First Aid clasped his hands together and looked around. “I’m just so glad no one got hurt! No one at all, even the cute little pets! It was really sparkwarming to see Decepticons so attached to creatures as adorable as bumble-puppies...!”

Predaking gritted his teeth. He would have much preferred to battle against the Decepticon army alongside his brethren.

“This planet will be safe, right?” Pipes chirped. “Strika and Obsidian don't have another secret army?”

“Let's hope not,” Arcee uttered.

[After the blue-green flash of the space bridge, a brilliant blue and white planet appeared with three moons.]

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” Pipes gasped.

“Many Autobots died on this world,” Chromedome muttered. “By Strika's doing. Though she just claimed their bodies are now on Antilla, the stains of battle will still be here.”

Pipes dragged his foot across the floor. “Um, but can we… go down for a little bit?”

“For what reason?” Chromedome glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

Sideswipe finished scanning for Decepticon and Autobot life signals. “No life detected; we don't have to make planetfall.”

Smokescreen protested, “Now hold on, who says we got to head back right away? Why can’t we just, you know, go down for a joor?”

“Is it because you want to see the snow?” Chromedome turned around. “If that is all, you know Ultra Magnus wouldn't approve.”

Darksteel cried, “Ultra Magnus didn't let us do anything fun! Couldn't fly around Earth, couldn't even set foot on its moon, couldn't go to the funny junk planet, couldn't play on the speed planet’s roads… This is the first time he isn’t here to stop us! Can't we just once have fun on another planet?”

Ripclaw nodded eagerly. “We may never get another chance! We don’t have to tell him.”

Chromedome passed his gaze over the pleading young faces before he sighed, “Alright, just as long as it’s a quick trip.”

“I’ve heard of snow, but I haven’t ever touched it yet!” Pipes exclaimed. “I'm so excited!” 

“Hey, me too!” Smokescreen gasped. “I didn’t get to go on any missions to the cold regions on Earth…”

Wheeljack nudged Bulkhead. “Remember being like that, Bulk? Young and fascinated by everything?”

“Hah, sure do!” Bulkhead chuckled.

“What about the ‘Cons?” Arcee gestured at Krok and his Decepticons.

“I don't know about the 'Cons!” Misfire exclaimed sarcastically. “Do the bad bots play in snow too? No, they probably just use snow for evil.” 

“Misfire,” Krok hushed.

Smokescreen snorted, “Now I wanna see how you would pull that off...” 

Crankcase muttered. Spinister stood like a silent statue while Fulcrum swept his wide gaze over the Autobots and held onto Misfire's arm.

“Don't make them hate us...” Fulcrum whispered.

“No no, I think they got the joke this time...” Misfire murmured.

Sideswipe guided the Nemesis down to the glaring white hills of Arduria. When it landed, a great puff of snowflakes flew past the viewing screen. Smokescreen and Pipes bolted to the exit, soon to be found outside hopping around knee-deep in snow. The other Autobots strolled down the wing of the Nemesis, chuckling, while the Decepticons quietly trailed them. Both factions halted when Darksteel, Ripclaw, and Skylynx leapt from the Nemesis, transforming to beast mode and squashing the snow underfoot. Shrieking, they bounded in circles and left long trails in the snow, before rolling wildly and whipping up white clouds. After the wind carried the flakes, slapping everyone with them, Sideswipe spun back around to the doorway.

“Nope!” Sideswipe exclaimed. “I'll stay where it's dry and monitor communications!”

Pipes and Smokescreen continued to jump in the snow and dig through it.

“It's so soft!” Pipes cried. “I love it!”

First Aid peeped, “This world is so beautiful! How could anyone fight here instead of appreciating what was around them?”

With excited shrieks, Skylynx, Darksteel, and Ripclaw charged across the hills, competing to stir up the biggest gusts of snow. Inspired, Smokescreen and Pipes tried to transform and race after them, only to sink in their vehicle forms with their engines helplessly roaring. Swiftly, they transformed back to bot mode and gazed at each other incredulously. Meanwhile, Bulkhead stealthily packed a snowball behind Predaking.

“Hey, ‘Cee!” Bulkhead called.

She turned just as he stepped sideways and hurled the massive ball. It struck her dead centre, knocking her off her feet and engulfing her in snow. A few moments later, she clawed her way back to the surface to Bulkhead's and Wheeljack’s hearty laughter. As Bumblebee began to laugh with them, Arcee’s frown cracked into a smile.

“Rewind?” Chromedome glanced at the Minicon seated on his shoulder. “This is your first time seeing snow too, right?”

“Yeah, it would be,” Rewind answered.

“Good.”

Chromedome plucked Rewind off and dropped him. The tiny Autobot yelped before he vanished into the snow, leaving a Minicon-shaped hole.

“Chromedome!” came a muffled cry.

“He’s fine, I swear,” Chromedome whispered. “He can handle himself.”

The Autobots chuckled as Rewind climbed back out, snow coating his dark armour. While rolling another snowball, Bulkhead asked Rewind, “Want me to get him back for ya?”

Chromedome's face lit up and he scampered back, desperately trying to prepare his own snowball before Bulkhead. Wheeljack rushed to Bulkhead's aid, Bumblebee to Chromedome's, and before long, nearly all the Autobots engaged in snowy warfare. First Aid hopped out of the way, laughing hesitantly while he watched.

Predaking turned to the Decepticons as Crankcase muttered, “Makes you want to puke, doesn’t it?”

Crankcase, Spinister, and Krok watched the Autobots play, their eyes hard. However, Misfire and Fulcrum crept off to find a patch of snow of their own to kneel in and roll snowballs.

“I didn’t know you could make it into balls,” Misfire said, then frowned as his snowball split through the middle. “Oh scrap, it broke.”

“You have to be gentle with it,” Fulcrum purred. The thin Decepticon packed a clump of snow together, then rubbed his palms around it to smooth it into a sphere.

“Hey! How did you know to do that?” Misfire protested.

Fulcrum perfected his ball, then clocked it at Misfire’s stunned expression. “Intuition.”

Misfire slapped the snow off his face before tackling Fulcrum, snatching his arms and pinning him to the ground.

“Oh look at you, Sir fancy words! How do you like the snow now? Does it have a piquant flavour?”

Misfire pawed snow over Fulcrum's face, filling his mouth. Fulcrum coughed out white then protested, “Do you even know what that means? Why would you think the snow is—”

Fulcrum noticed the silence and turned his head to the Autobots now staring at them. Shutting his mouth, he lay back and half-buried himself in the snow. At that moment, the three Predacons pelted back over the field, coming in so fast that they doused the Autobots in a storm of snowflakes.

Darksteel transformed and called at Predaking, “Hey! Why didn’t you join us?”

“Someone needs to keep watch,” Predaking reminded him.

“We’ll play around here then. Come on!”

Darksteel transformed and nipped at Predaking’s arm. After a smile wobbled on Predaking's face, he transformed and launched at Darksteel. Grabbing Darksteel, Predaking rolled with his brother over the cold powder. Skylynx hurled himself into the fray, pulling Darksteel from Predaking's claws before the two lunged at him together. As Predaking swatted to keep them at bay, Ripclaw charged in and punished all three of them with her spikes. Snarling, Predaking, Darksteel, and Skylynx jumped and scattered, then coordinated an attack upon her.

“Oh!” First Aid yelped. “That looks dangerous! Should we stop them…?”

“They do this all the time, and we couldn't stop them even if we wanted to,” Bumblebee replied, which made Predaking’s spark burst with pride as he slammed Ripclaw’s head into the snow.

After the Predacons had finished their skirmish, they stomped whatever snow in the area they hadn't already flattened. Unintentionally, they created a lot which Smokescreen and Pipes transformed to drive on. As the two cars skidded around, Predaking finally grew bored enough to return to bot mode. He checked on the Decepticons, who were all where he had left them. Misfire rolled a collection of misshapen balls and presented them to Fulcrum, but the tan Decepticon couldn't stop glancing from them to the Autobots.

“Had enough yet?” Crankcase called out with his arms crossed. “Let’s go home already. I don’t like this frost seeping through the cracks of my armour!”

Chromedome brushed snow off Rewind before lifting him onto his shoulder. He ignored Crankcase, looking only at his Autobots. “Well, we ought to head back before Ultra Magnus starts asking questions.”

“No harm done…” Bumblebee shrugged.

“It will be our secret anyway,” Chromedome chuckled.

“Awww, time to leave already?” Smokescreen groaned.

He and Pipes returned to bot mode, shuffling after their comrades toward the nearest wing of the warship. Misfire quickly threw all his snowballs at Fulcrum then raced to the other Decepticons, hoping to be chased for his betrayal. Fulcrum stood up, but he did not follow or even wipe the snow off himself. Instead, he quivered and stared at the Autobots, until Misfire hurried back to him and guided him into the warship.

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The Predacons in snow: skiel-infinity (Tumblr)
Misfire tackles Fulcrum: Kusakichan15 (Tumblr, Instagram)

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Once the Nemesis had floated back through the portal to Cybertron, the crew reported that no life signals had been detected on Arduria. When Ultra Magnus bid them to perform the same check on Omnitron and Tsiehshi, Krok and his Decepticons tensed up.

“We're not going back,” Krok uttered.

“Relax!” Sideswipe called. “We don't have to set foot on Omnitron.”

“There is no one left there!”

“We're just going to confirm.”

“There is no point!” Krok snapped.

Chromedome whipped around. “Enough. Orders are orders. We are going to your Campaign World and mine.”

Ultra Magnus reported, “The space bridge coordinates are now set to Omnitron.”

[Misfire's wings dropped. As the warship passed through the portal, Misfire and Fulcrum spun to face the back wall. A vibrant planet painted orange, red, and yellow appeared on the viewing screen; Spinister and Crankcase shut their eyes. Only Krok kept his eyes on Omnitron.]

“Wow! What a beautiful world—couldn't we give it a quick visit?” Pipes asked. “I'd love to add it to my list of 'visited places'.”

Krok's eyes narrowed. Fulcrum and Misfire crouched, holding the backs of their heads.

“Remember, Omnitron was a desert wasteland!” Sideswipe exclaimed. “It's not going to be any fun at all with that filth!”

After scanning for life signals, none came up. Krok said nothing. Sideswipe piloted the Nemesis back to Cybertron, reporting to Ultra Magnus. Once the coordinates were changed, the Nemesis flashed through the portal up to a yellow planet with green streaks and brown rings.

“Can't go down there,” Sideswipe said. “Unless you want to lose your minds!”

All the Decepticons had opened their eyes. Misfire and Fulcrum stood up and slowly turned around, their knees shaking. As they regarded the new planet, Misfire's wings rose.

“Annnnnd no life here,” Sideswipe confirmed.

When they exited back through the space bridge, Ultra Magnus ordered them to land at the spaceport. Beginning their descent, Sideswipe pointed out, “He's going to see you're all still wet. What're you going to tell him?”

“We should be mostly dry by the time we land...” Chromedome said. “Just take your time, Sideswipe.”

The Autobots shook themselves and ran their hands down their limbs. Slowly, the ship landed and the Autobots crept outside. After the crew formed their lines, Ultra Magnus lumbered out from the headquarters.

“Dry, dry, dry,” Smokescreen told his armour.

“Welcome back, ambassadors,” Ultra Magnus greeted them. “I am pleased that your trips were uneventful. I have reached a negotiation with Obsidian and Strika. In one joor, they will accompany us to Antilla and we will begin the transport of their army to Cybertron. This will be done in stages, no more than two Decepticon spacecrafts at a time or a total of twenty Decepticons. The Aerialbots who form Superion will also accompany you for additional security.”

“Are you serious?” Krok snarled.

“You and your soldiers are welcome to stay back for this mission,” Ultra Magnus replied.

Krok and his Decepticons dropped their shoulders.

“Thank you,” Krok breathed.

The five Decepticons trailed Ultra Magnus at a distance and returned to the headquarters. Obsidian and Strika exited the building next, Obsidian floating over in copter form and Strika rolling on wheeled treads.

“Salutations,” Obsidian announced upon transforming.

“We meet again,” Strika grunted, rising to her short but stocky bot-form.

A ground bridge teleported in Silverbolt and the four other Aerialbots.

“Superion has arrived!” Silverbolt boasted, then he turned to peer at the Decepticon generals. “We wiped out one Decepticon army, and we can do it again. No tricks. Make sure your bots understand that.”

“There will be no violence,” Obsidian replied smoothly. “We have pets to transport.”

The Nemesis crew led Obsidian and Strika into the warship. Normally, the Predacons took up the rear to watch over the Decepticons. However, the Aerialbots halted at the wing of the Nemesis, waiting for the Predacons to pass first.

“After you,” Silverbolt insisted.

Are they treating us like Decepticons to guard? Predaking bared his teeth. Silverbolt lowered his brows.

“I'm Skydive!” a black, red, and white Aerialbot bowed. “I look forward to working with you again.”

Silverbolt and a red-faced Aerialbot turned and gawked at their comrade.

Predaking nodded approvingly.

“Fireflight here,” a yellow-eyed Aerialbot said.

“Air Raid,” added a grey and red Aerialbot with a blue gaze.

The red-faced Aerialbot rolled his red eyes.

“Slingshot,” Skydive revealed. “Shy around strangers.”

Slingshot's white wings shot up. “I am not shy or fearful!”

Silverbolt glanced at Slingshot, before a smirk broke on his face.

“Yep, that's the usual gang,” Silverbolt said. “And you're Predaking, right? I never caught the names of the other Predacons.”

Predaking's brethren introduced themselves.

“You aren't so bad, huh?” Air Raid said. “Been doing your job really well, stopping fights on Cybertron and Antilla.”

Finally, the Aerialbots walked ahead of the Predacons. Silverbolt and Slingshot kept an eye on them, until they all entered the flight control room.

“So weird being in here not combined,” Fireflight commented.

Skydive leaned toward the Predacons. “You know one time way back in the War, Superion—us I mean—we attacked this warship and did some good damage!”

“Did you crash it?” Darksteel asked eagerly.

“Unfortunately, no,” Skydive laughed. “But we had a jolly good time tearing through the halls!”

Predaking relaxed beside the Aerialbots as the Nemesis headed to Antilla. This time, the Aerialbots stayed with Sideswipe while everyone else packed up inside the dropship. Predaking looked out the dropship's window to the rosy land and the village cut from its stone. Slowly, the excitement in his spark faded. He knew there would be no surprises here. True enough, the Antilian Decepticons peacefully gathered to hear their generals. Ten Decepticons came forward to board two of their parked ships, then they headed off.

“Two Decepticon ships, ten passengers,” Chromedome reported.

A while later, Sideswipe said, “Confirmed, two Decepticon ships.”

The Decepticon army split off, those who had any belongings or pets now collecting them. Then they waited, bumble-puppies milling between the legs of all Cybertronians.

“Ultra Magnus says they're ready for the next two,” Sideswipe reported.

Predaking exhaled slowly. This was going to be the longest, most tedious mission yet.

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“You have earned a well deserved break,” Ultra Magnus told them. “In the meantime, let's hope that Star Saber and the Fifth Campaign will soon return. Autobots and Decepticons are now nearly equal in number on Cybertron, so the results of the next Campaigns will tip the balance for or against our favour.”

[The Nemesis crew stood, swaying and blinking wearily in the middle of the spaceport headquarters. Obsidian and Strika had left, the Aerialbots as well, but Krok and his Decepticons were present.]

“How long will our break be, Sir?” Chromedome asked.

“A few solar cycles so you can properly rest,” Ultra Magnus nodded.

“I think we've earned some Maccadam's!” Bulkhead exclaimed. “What do you think?”

The fatigue was wiped off the Autobots' faces.

“I'm in!” Bumblebee said.

“What is Maccadam's?” Skylynx asked.

“Only the best bar on Cybertron!” Smokescreen cried.

“Huh, the Vehicons said something about having their own bar...” Darksteel said. “I kinda want to try that one.”

“Don't go to a sketchy place like that!” Smokescreen argued. “Why don't you come with us?”

First Aid sheepishly said, “You all go ahead... I'm energon-only anyway and I was going to meet up with this nice Decepticon medic...”

Misfire piped up, “I sort of want to go to Maccadam's too... We don't have to wear collars to go to Iacon, right?”

Ultra Magnus assured him, “No, it was decided that low-risk Decepticons do not require restraining devices anywhere.”

“Wicked!” Misfire exclaimed.

Ultra Magnus cocked a brow at the pink Seeker.

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Choice 1: Go to Maccadam's bar.......... Go to 4_11
Choice 2: Go to the Vehicon bar.......... Go to 4_13

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You chose to go to Maccadam's

 

“Let us try this esteemed Maccadam’s establishment,” Predaking declared.

“Great, we can all go together!” Bumblebee smiled. “Just bear in mind that there is a strict no violence rule there. Whoever breaks it can expect to never be served again!”

“Which you’d never want!” Smokescreen stressed.

Bulkhead added, “Ahrm, we should also warn you not to get too into the drinks… They uh—”

“Have an inebriating effect,” Ultra Magnus stated. “Eliminating inhibitions and reducing physical and emotional control.”

Ripclaw wondered, “Why is it consumed then?”

“A question I share myself,” Ultra Magnus replied. 

“One, it tastes great...” Smokescreen held up a finger for each point. “Two, it makes everyone ten times funnier than normal! Hey Commander... would you like to come along?”

“I decline your offer,” Ultra Magnus said. “However, I have already prepared shanix cards for the Predacons.” 

He collected four cards stacked on a desk and handed them out to the Predacons.

“You are rewarded for your work in the form of shanix. Consider them as points you accumulate that can be exchanged for physical goods. In sum, the higher the points, the more items of choice you can receive. You will each find 200 000 credits on your cards. Do not lose them, lest others reap the fruits of your labour.”

Predaking's eyes widened. He and his brethren accepted their cards and magnetically clipped them out of sight, Predaking sliding his under a plate on his shoulder.

“Eh you know what?” Sideswipe said. “I'll skip tonight too. I owe my brother some quality time.”

“We'll miss you!” Pipes insisted.

“Sorry!”

Ultra Magnus turned to a set of controls on the wall. “Here is your ground bridge to Iacon.”

[Following the Autobots, the Predacons stepped through the portal into a gleaming city. The rays of the setting sun struck the gold and silver walls of the brand new buildings, flashing light over the Predacons' faces. Giant screens hung above a large intersection, displaying messages of peace and news reports about the Antilian Decepticons. Vehicles rolled by and Autobot pedestrians nearly bumped into the Nemesis crew while glancing at the screens. Krok and his soldiers bunched together, facing outward and forming a defensive ring. Whichever Autobots noticed the Decepticons cast them suspicious and hateful looks. Misfire and Fulcrum looked to the sky then regretfully at each other, but crept along as the Autobots led the way forward.]

[Down the street sat a striped silver building with an enormous glowing sign of a bot's head, presumably Maccadam's, as the text below read. Chatting Autobots stood outside the establishment, some smoking strange pipes and toeing the curb. The Decepticons drifted further back, hesitating as the rest of the Nemesis crew went ahead. Rewind kept a suspicious eye an them until the Decepticons summoned their courage and beelined for the doors.]

“Pipes, have you been here before?” Chromedome asked.

The blue Autobot replied, “Yes! But long ago before the Exodus. I used to come here after guard duty.”

Smokescreen grumbled, “No fair! I missed out when I was training in the Elite Guard. They were so strict that they never let us have any real fun! Only decacycles ago I got to try this place for the first time. As soon as we're done with our missions in space, I'm making Maccadam's my number one hangout!”

“Easy, kid,” Wheeljack said. “There’s such a thing as too much Maccadam’s. You don’t want to be one of those bots.”

Smokescreen waved him off and bounced inside. The other Autobots followed but the Predacons halted momentarily at the entrance. A spotlight lit a stage where a one-eyed Autobot swayed to the melodious tune her fingers wove in tapping the keys of a large boxy instrument. Tables filled the expansive room, the centre ones packed with Autobots laughing uproariously and gulping down massive mugs of black fluid. At the tables of the edges, Decepticons took refuge with their drinks and quieter chuckles.

Predaking’s eyes flicked to the colourful signs around the room with messages such as Behave and Pay, Then You Can Stay!. Then, he looked ahead after Bulkhead guffawed, “Hey, hey! Good ‘Ol Maccadam!”

Beside the stage, a plump golden bot waved behind a bar at his new patrons. His glassy blue eyes remained open and friendly even when observing the Predacons. Relief washed over Predaking to know his kind would not be judged by Prowl-like bots here. After their Autobots crewmates pushed tables and seats together, the Predacons sat among them and were served by a speedy orange bot.

“What would you like?” the thin Autobot asked, rolling up to the Predacons with wheels under her feet.

“What do you have?” Darksteel replied.

“Get them a round of regular oil!” Bulkhead grinned. “Strong and black! They’re big bots, so they can handle it!”

Predaking swelled, eyes glowing brighter as he noticed the other Autobots smiling at him and his brethren. After they all had ordered beverages, Bumblebee leaned toward them. “Do you like the music?”

“That?” Darksteel pointed toward the musician on stage. “Yeah, it's good, makes you wanna have fun.”

Ripclaw nodded as Skylynx replied, “I enjoy it. I assume it takes skill to produce music?”

“Skill or a lot of practice,” Bumblebee grinned. “Javelin is one of the few bots around right now who can play anything, but she's really a police bot!”

Chromedome straightened his back, looking around. Everyone looked with him to locate Krok and his soldiers nestled at a table against the wall by the door. Then the drinks arrived by the hands of Maccadam and his servers, one tiny cup set in front of Rewind where he stood on the table, before a series of oil mugs dropped around him half as large as the Minicon himself. Maccadam squeezed his arms between the Predacons to slam down their even more massive mugs, while he proclaimed, “Well! It’s nice to finally meet these legendary Predacons!”

“Legendary?” Ripclaw brightened.

“Of course, Ripclaw!”

“Oh! You even know our names?”

“Ho, ho! Lots of bots are talking about you,” Maccadam chuckled. “You all are more popular than you know, especially among the Vehicon folk! And the Velocitronians told me how much you helped them out when they needed it. I think a certain one of you can expect to win a Neutral seat in the election!”

Maccadam stared at Predaking, who wrinkled his brows in confusion. 

“Predaking?” Bumblebee gasped. “You really think so?”

“I do!” Maccadam exclaimed. “He may be young, but his caring spark has impacted many. And there isn't much competition for the Neutral spot, so he could squeeze right in!”

Predaking asked, “Are you referring to the election for the new leaders of Cybertron?”

“Exactly!” Bumblebee exclaimed. “You have a chance at becoming one of the councillors!”

Predaking jolted. “The public would trust me with this responsibility?”

Thinking of Prowl, he was more shocked than excited. He had never fathomed being more than the leader of his own kind.

Chromedome spoke up before sipping his oil. “If it's too much responsibility, you could always decline. You are so young, after all. But hey, the council could benefit from someone like you. You don't have any concept of the old ways so you won't unconsciously mirror them. You could push us away from bureaucracy scrap as a bot of action, eh? Get things done.”

“I agree!” Maccadam smacked Predaking on the back. “A free-willed bot of action! One who has stood up for those that others have looked down on, one who has protected the weak, and one who has safeguarded peace!

The Autobots around the table nodded and drank. Predaking spark warmed and he didn't know how to respond, so he drank with them and the oil's rich flavour hit his taste receptors. His eyes expanded and Maccadam laughed, “Ah! I think we've made his night, didn't we?”

Skylynx, Darksteel, and Ripclaw gulped oil from their mugs and jumped in their seats.

“Guess they like it,” Arcee smirked.

Bulkhead exclaimed, “I’ll say!”

Smiling, Maccadam waddled away.

“About the election,” Bumblebee said, “I do think a Neutral seat would suit you, Predaking. You have an open-mind to work alongside us despite our past. Not many can forgive and understand like you can. And you have been fair to Cybertronians no matter their faction, never treating us or the Decepticon ambassadors harshly.”

“I got to admit, I can't imagine myself being so forgiving,” Arcee said. “I'm surprised that here we are, sitting across from each other at a table at Maccadam's.”

“I will consider the position if I win one of the votes,” Predaking decided. “I am honoured by the faith others have in me. I have been made to feel welcome, despite my species, which has been healing to me. I thank you especially, Bumblebee, for beginning the path to reconciliation. I hope that you are also chosen for a councillor position, due to your kindness and open-mindedness.”

“Thank you,” Bumblebee blinked warmly up at him.

Flushed with joy, Predaking threw back his mug and chugged the thick savoury oil.

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Maccadam's (exterior):

Maccadam's (interior):

 

Notes:

Art:
Maccadam's concept: Jack Netherblack (@JNetherblack)

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As the night went on, the Autobots grew more energetic the more they drank. The Predacons, much less affected by the oil, were entertained by their gossip.

“Look at the 'Cons!” Smokescreen gasped. “Isn't it weird seeing them all masks off? I didn't know Krok had teeth like that!”

Predaking glanced at Krok's face, though shrugged. Only four fangs were visible when his mouth was closed, nowhere near as many as Ripclaw's.

“Lookit what he got!” Smokescreen snickered. “He has one of those sweet drinks! No, no, look at what Spinister got!”

The brawny medic sat beside Krok, his mask exposed as well, while he spooned something pink and gelatinous into his mouth.

“Krok I get because like—he’s super short,” Smokescreen chatted. “Oil would knock him out.”

“He’s almost the same height as me!” Bumblebee protested.

“Pretty short.”

“We’re about the same height, Smokey!”

Smokescreen waved his hands dismissively.

“And here I am havin' oil when those 'Cons aren't,” Rewind added.

Pipes chirped, “Honestly I thought Decepticons were only into crude oil and Visco!”

“They are! No wonder those ‘Cons are ambassadors,” Rewind laughed. “They’re softer than your average 'Con!”

“What a Campaign Leader...” Wheeljack tossed back more oil. “You know, not judging him by his drink choice, but you can see why he lost to Silverbolt. Look at all the other Decepticon generals, then look at him.”

The Autobots considered his words before Pipes agreed wholeheartedly, “Yeah! Especially the last ones! They’re twice his size and crazy strong—”

“Overlord's much bigger than that,” Rewind said. “At least quintuple Krok’s size.”

“No way,” Pipes breathed.

Rewind raised his arms high over his head. “He’s taller than Megatron! No, taller than the Predacons!”

“What?” Smokescreen exclaimed. “You’re exaggerating!”

“He must be,” Predaking rumbled.

“I'm serious!” the Minicon insisted. “I took videos of him on the battlefield, so I've seen him me-self. Just the blasters on his arms are as long as Arcee!”

She choked on her drink.

“How much taller do you believe him to be compared to us?” Predaking sat straight.

“Just a head, mate,” Rewind replied. “Nothin' to feel insecure about!”

“Wow,” Pipes exhaled. “That might be bigger than Max, and I remember how big he was! You think he beat Overlord though, right?”

“Oh sure,” Rewind said, “Max has the most experience of the two!”

“You remember what Krok said?” Smokescreen contributed. “Yeah he’s ginormous, but he's a total sob-bot who'd bawl out his optics once he heard Megatron left. So I think those dainty drinks are more Underlord's style!”

The table snorted over their mugs. Then, Arcee looked toward the door and quickly tapped Smokescreen on the shoulder with the back of her hand.

“Look who just walked in,” she said.

Smokescreen turned his head. “Oh scrap!”

Froid walked in and seated himself at an empty table against the wall.

Smokescreen whispered, “It’s that freak!”

“I wonder what brings him here,” Arcee sighed.

“I remember that bot.” Wheeljack rolled his eyes. “He stayed behind on Cybertron instead of joining the Exodus, but whined his way out of all the battles and missions. Real coward; no one liked him.”

Froid stared down while typing on a rectangular device. The Autobots watched curiously to find out what Froid would order, chuckling after he was served a glass of energon with pink bubbles. When Froid removed his vented mask however, his face gave them something truly to gawk at.

“So many faces exposed tonight!” Smokescreen gasped. “He looks just like some normal bot now. So weird.”

Before, Froid had seemed cold and vexing; now, his face was soft and might have come across as friendly if it did not look so fatigued. Predaking could not stop staring at Froid, hardly believing this was the same bot who had pestered them. The droopy-eyed Autobot did not notice their staring as he sipped on his energon and regarded his device.

Smokescreen and Arcee shared the tale of Froid’s arrival at the spaceport, amusing the table. After finishing his drink, Froid tapped a shanix card on a device given by a server. He clipped on his mask and headed out, but in passing Krok's table, Krok hopped out and followed him.

“Wait.” Chromedome's dilated pupils narrowed to their usual size. “What are they doing?”

Chromedome rose from his seat. Rewind exclaimed, “Don't go after them alone!”

“I can handle Krok and Froid,” Chromedome muttered, visor sliding over his eyes. 

“Now wait,” Bumblebee said. “Froid isn’t a Decepticon, and it’s possible Krok just wants to ask Froid about the service he provides.”

Chromedome stayed standing, his hands pressed against the table. “Do you truly trust Froid? If it's true he never fought in any battles, never killed any Decepticons—it could be because he was a double-agent all along!”

Arcee replied, “Maybe Bee’s right. I stayed behind on Cybertron for while, so I know Froid too. He was a psychiatrist for the Autobots and he has set up a new clinic in Iacon.”

“A psychiatrist would hear a lot of secrets: the perfect position for a spy,” Chromedome stated. “Don’t look at me like I’m paranoid. Look. I haven't talked about this before, but I don't trust any of those Decepticon ambassadors. If they suffered as much as they say they did, how could they agree to work with us just like that? They hate us. Given the chance, they will stab us in the back. We can't let them run loose.”

“I can go check on Froid and Krok,” Ripclaw offered.

Predaking shoved himself away from the table and headed off. “I will go.”

Picking up his pace, Predaking burst out onto the cool dark street. Krok walked alongside Froid up ahead, talking quietly and making gentle hand movements. Predaking stalked closer to catch their words just as Froid flipped out his device again.

“No problem at all,” Froid murmured, tapping his thumb on the screen. “There, I wrote you in.”

Froid departed; Krok turned around and spotted Predaking. The Decepticon squinted at him before stomping past him.

“What were you doing?” Predaking demanded.

Krok’s brows wrinkled. “They sent you after me.”

Predaking sped after Krok, nearly clipping his heels. With a growl, Krok spun around to face him.

“When they ask,” Krok uttered, “tell them nothing happened. It was a normal interaction.”

“Was it?”

“Of course it was.”

Predaking squinted. “Elaborate: what did you discuss?”

“What do you think?” Krok huffed. “Everyone knows that Froid is a psychiatrist. Must I say more?”

Krok marched back to Maccadam's; Predaking paused for a moment, then hurried after him.

“Do you not despise Autobots? Froid is one of them,” Predaking said.

Krok stopped again. “Froid is different; his own kind ostracize him. He may be an Autobot, but he has a Decepticon aura. Also, he is so weak that it's clear he's no killer or danger to us. Maybe he could help us.”

“You expect Froid to help you with...?”

“You truly are young, aren’t you? Perhaps you don't know what psychiatry is for… He helps bots cope with things like trauma. I want him to help my brothers. As much as I wish I could help them myself, I don’t have the training… yet. Froid is an Autobot, but he accepts Decepticon patients. And it could be a start for us, to feel comfortable around a non-threatening Autobot…” Krok sighed. “Misfire and Fulcrum need it the most; you've seen them. Fulcrum starts breaking down when Autobots even look at him.”

Krok had never rounded his eyes like this for the Autobots; never showed or voiced vulnerability. Predaking realized that the Autobots inside perceived him as one of them, but here, Krok must have seen him as more of a Decepticon to be so personal. 

Because of my creator? Predaking wondered. Or do I also radiate a Decepticon aura?

“Don’t tell the Autobots all that,” Krok uttered. “I would rather be judged as suspicious than ridiculed.”

Krok padded back into Maccadam's with Predaking creeping behind. As the Decepticon returned to his table, Predaking sat back down in the seat he had rashly departed from.

“Well?” Chromedome demanded.

“... Bumblebee was correct,” Predaking said.

“He was?”

Predaking nodded. As he took a sip of his drink, he began to hear the music again over the gossip of the Autobots. He kept his eyes on the musician playing at the keys, but his brethren gazed at him in concern when he stopped laughing at the Autobots’ jokes. Later, he could share with them the things Krok had said. They would understand; their Autobot crewmates would not even if he tried to explain. He wished he had not laughed along with them before, for now in their inebriated state, he could see the fear and hatred they harboured for Decepticons the clearest. There had been no reason to taunt the huddled Decepticons in the corner, enjoying their fuel of choice. 

If the Autobots remember the tale Krok told in court, why do they not recall that these Decepticons were driven to cannibalism? They were hunted relentlessly by Autobots, yet here they are surrounded by them, seeking happiness wherever they can find it. They have been afraid; their signs of fear glaringly evident. Why instead of pity, do the Autobots seem eager to enact more harm upon these Decepticons?

As Predaking mulled over what he could do to change their viewpoints, his spark began to yearn for the Neutral seat of the council.

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Continue to 4_15

Notes:

Here is Froid without his mask:
https://www.deviantart.com/emperorkumquat/art/TFP-Froid-without-his-mask-894401868

Chapter 45: 4_13

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Edited by Shira_Illustra

You chose to go to the Vehicon bar

 

"We shall go to the Vehicon establishment," Predaking declared.

The Autobots wrinkled their brows and glanced at each other.

Bumblebee hesitantly warned the Predacons, "That is the current main Decepticon hangout... If you really want to go there, keep an eye on the patrons for us, alright? Report anything suspicious."

"Please do," Ultra Magnus confirmed. "And before you depart, take the shanix cards I have prepared for you."

He collected four cards stacked on a desk and handed them out to the Predacons.

“You are rewarded for your work in the form of shanix. Consider them as points you accumulate that can be exchanged for physical goods. In sum, the higher the points, the more items of choice you can receive. You will each find 200 000 credits on your cards. Do not lose them, lest others reap the fruits of your labour.”

Predaking's eyes widened. He and his brethren accepted their cards and magnetically clipped them out of sight, Predaking sliding his under a plate on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” Predaking told Ultra Magnus. "We shall ascertain there is no trouble at the Vehicon establishment."

"I will provide you a ground bridge to Kaon," he replied. "Contact me when you wish to return."

Ultra Magnus turned to a set of controls on the wall. After a portal opened in the room, the Predacons stepped through onto a black metal road. Squat grey buildings surrounded them, their dim lights illuminating Decepticon emblems painted on their sides. As the ground bridge closed, Predaking twitched from the sudden drop in temperature and his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Skylynx glanced up. "Night has fallen here, yet the sun had not yet set at the spaceport..."

Bulky Decepticons stomped down the street, glancing only fleetingly at the Predacons with their bright glowing eyes.

"Hey, where's that Vehicon bar?" Darksteel called at them.

The Decepticons stopped, looked them over, then one of them pointed up the road. The Predacons headed off to discover a building with a striking neon pink sign animating a collapsing Vehicon. Below, letters Predaking could not read spelled out what he could only assume was the bar's name. [A door with a Decepticon insignia split and opened, pouring purple light over them. The Predacons trudged across an expansive finely polished floor hosting dozens of tables and seats, many occupied by Vehicons or other Decepticons. Across the room in a far corner, Vehicons played a game on purple tables with sticks and coloured balls. Closer to the Predacons against a wall, a long bar stretched out in front of four screens and seven shelves of different coloured drinks. More Decepticons lounged on the bar stools, sipping at their beverages and regarding Knockout.]

"And if you would like a sleek but intimidating look, that I can do too!" Knockout claimed to his audience.

Gentle music flowed under the low voices of the Decepticons. Feeling eased, Predaking wandered toward the bar with his brethren.

"Welcome, Predacons!" A Vehicon strode down the length of the bar, his chest out and arms swinging. His loud call surprised the Predacons and every patron turned their heads. "Please, seat yourselves. I’ve been waiting for you to drop by."

He slid four metal sheets in front of the Predacons as they adjusted some bar stools then sat in them.

"We are quite fond of you all, but especially you, Predaking," the Vehicon said.  "You will have the Vehicon and Decepticon vote for a Neutral seat."

Predaking looked up quickly from the list of beverages and snacks. "Are you referring to the election for the new leaders of Cybertron?"

"I am," the Vehicon replied.

“I could very well be a world leader?” Predaking blinked. “Why would I be trusted with this responsibility?”

He was more shocked than excited by the prospect; he had never fathomed being more than the leader of his own kind.

“Because we Vehicons valued the kindness you showed to us. I, their leader, have heard how you stood up for the Miner Vehicons. I want someone like you on that council.” 

The Vehicon set large glasses before each Predacon, but suddenly his face cracked open, his jaw falling and revealing little orange teeth. The second surprise gave Predaking little time to process the first one.

Darksteel blurted out, “What did you do to your face?”

“Just a little surgery to make a statement.” The Vehicon grinned. “But you don't have a problem with it, right my friend?”

The Vehicon nodded at Ripclaw’s own intimidating, fanged face.

When the door of the establishment slid open, the Vehicon's face flashed back to normal. His orange teeth vanished and he became indistinguishable from the other two Vehicons at his side. Upon recognizing Obsidian and Strika at the door, the Vehicon cracked open his face again.

“Welcome!” the fanged Vehicon called.

The two generals walked up to the bar, ignoring the Predacons.

“Altero, is the staff room available?” Strika asked.

“It is.”

Obsidian and Strika nodded, then headed down a side hall.

“Do they work here?” Skylynx asked.

“No.” The Vehicon, Altero, leaned over the bar. “The staff room is just a back room for private meetings. If you ever need a safe place to meet with anyone, just ask for it.”

“Who are they meeting?” Predaking asked.

Altero waggled a finger. “Are you a cop now, Predaking? Don’t be like Prowl, who won’t leave this place well enough alone already.”

Predaking frowned.

“Decepticons need some privacy,” Altero exhaled. “The ‘Cons who aren’t in prison are always being tracked, followed... Now they are finding secret bugs and cameras in their apartments… This bar is where Decepticons can relax. I'm sure you understand.”

The front door slid open and Altero switched his face again. A blue and white Seeker burst inside with a bright red Autobot symbol on his chest.

“Devcon,” Altero muttered.

“An Autobot?” Ripclaw blinked.

“A recurring problem. He won’t stop stalking the Decepticon Campaign Leaders or harassing this bar…”

The Autobot Seeker sat at an occupied table, scaring two Vehicon guests away. Then crossing his arms, Devcon glared at all Decepticons around him with a curled lip.

“Could I ask a favour of you?” Altero whispered. “Devcon there wants to aggravate us, for us to attack him so he can call it self-defence. But since you aren’t really Decepticons, could you get him to leave? He won’t fight Predacons. You can scare him off easily.”

Ripclaw got up first. "Gladly.”

Predaking, Skylynx, and Darksteel joined her. When the four Predacons approached Devcon, the Autobot's arrogant expression left. He leapt up.

“Hey, hey now!” he stammered. “You all work for the Autobots! What are you doing?”

“We heard there was a problem,” Predaking uttered.

“No, no problem…” Devcon backed up to the door as the Predacons prowled after him. He looked around himself, but only found grinning Decepticons shouting violent encouragement.

“You are alone here,” Ripclaw told him.

One Decepticon cried, “Rip off his smug face!”

Devcon shot out the door in case the Predacons would consider that suggestion. Hearty laughter rang out before the door shut again.

“He came to the wrong city,” growled an orange Seeker.

“I think the Predacons deserve a fine reward for that!” Altero announced. “Let me get you a red-en special!”

“What’s that?” Darksteel rushed back to the bar.

While the Predacons retook their seats, Altero fetched a small bottle. He carefully poured one drop of a glowing red liquid into each of their glasses. Next, he swiped a pink bottle off the wall and filled their glasses to the brim with its sweet-smelling liquid. Nearby Decepticons gawked at their drinks, and even Knockout peered at them in jealousy.

“Pink energon: a sweeter variation of energon than normal blue,” the Vehicon explained. “This is the sweetest, most expensive thing I can offer you. Drink up! Just don’t destroy the place.”

Picking up their glasses, the Predacons sipped from them.

“Oh!” Ripclaw cried. “Very sweet!”

Exclaiming agreement, the Predacons couldn’t help but chug their drinks. Predaking’s pulse jumped and he shimmied in his seat.

“I can give you other items to sample,” Altero said. “Though in the meantime, why don't you try out our games?”

Hopping up, the Predacons headed over to the purple tables across the room. Vehicons there offered to teach the Predacons—

"—Billiards, an Earth game," one told them.

Predaking and his brethren tried playing against each other, only to fling balls off the tables. Patrons had to dodge their shots more than once despite how Predaking tried and failed to steady his over-energized arms. Altero brought the Predacons more drinks and snacks to sample: a fizzing energon drink, a tart yellow drink, candy energon sticks, blue fluff wads, and blue biscuits with red powder on them. First the fuel jolted them with energy, before Predaking and his brethren rapidly became drowsy.

Vehicons eventually led the swaying, snickering Predacons into the back hall. Opening a room for them, they let the Predacons plop down on a massive metal couch. The Vehicons slipped out after powering on a large screen, captivating the Predacons with colourful characters speaking an alien language. Cybertronian captions appeared onscreen, but no one had the energy to read them. The Predacons passed out over each other, eventually waking up to a paused TV. Stretching and blinking groggily, the four of them dragged themselves out of the building. They did not go far before transforming, collapsing into a pile, and blocking the street with their beast forms.

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The Fallen Trooper, interior concept art:

Notes:

Art:
Vehicons playing pool: Zoomy Woomy
Predacon cuddle pile: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
The Fallen Trooper interior concept art: JackNetherBlack (@JNetherblack)

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When the sun washed over them, the Predacons woke. Blinking the blurriness from their eyes, they noticed Decepticons scooting around their bodies on the road. Predaking and his brethren arched their backs and stretched out their limbs before transforming to bot mode.

Predaking rubbed his face. “We should head back to the spaceport.”

Darksteel complained, “No wait, we should explore this city while we're here! What's the rush, huh?”

Darksteel scuttled after a group of Decepticons walking down the street. Predaking, Skylynx, and Ripclaw glanced at each other before following their brother. Rounding one street corner after another, the Predacons crashed into a crowd of Decepticons.

A rally? Predaking thought.

Among the milling bodies were rows of tables stacked with goods. Around one hundred Decepticons perused the products, speaking to vendors and passing out shanix cards. At the edge of the plaza however, a few Autobots roamed with long rifles in their arms. Predaking narrowed his eyes at them and shook his head. Meanwhile, Darksteel galloped up to a purple Decepticon at a table displaying colourful candies.

Darksteel cried, “Hey, we had some of these last night! Are you the one who makes these?”

The Decepticon tilted his horned head and quirked a brow. Darksteel waved his shanix card and began to claim boxes of sweet sticks.

“Why not?” Darksteel glanced back at his brethren. “We didn’t spend anything last night! These cards have what again, 200 000 credits? That's a lot! Let's get whatever we want!” Darksteel spun back to the vendor. “I want one of everything!”

Ripclaw smiled, “Me too.”

Skylynx agreed, “We may not be back for a while, so it makes sense to indulge ourselves. I will also try one of everything.”

The speechless Decepticon scrambled to prepare their orders, and each Predacon tapped their cards when prompted.

“We might not share,” Ripclaw teased Predaking.

Predaking surrendered to the temptation, telling the vendor, “Very well, the same for me.”

With a tower of metal boxes in their arms, the Predacons slipped from stall to stall. Darksteel acquired a chain bag and began stuffing it with a random variety of electronics and home decorations. Predaking sighed, wondering what they would do with the clutter. But he kept quiet and let Darksteel have his fun, even as his brother bought a long standing lamp.

At one stall, the Predacons encountered Dealer. The ex-Autobot with one blue eye and one red stood behind stacks of datapads.

Dealer said, “Oh, the Predacons! Would any of you care for a book? It's a guide to Antilla with sections about its history, geography, old and new architecture, Decepticon poetry, and even a section for everything to know about bumble-puppies…”

“I am interested,” Skylynx replied. “How much for one?”

“4000 credits.”

After Skylynx tapped his card and carried off a book, Predaking asked him, “What caught your interest?”

“Everything,” Skylynx shrugged. “This book seemed like a good opportunity to learn about a variety of subjects. The Vehicons have been educational, but I desire thorough knowledge. There is a lot we don’t know, and I am not satisfied remaining ignorant.”

Predaking stared at him.

Skylynx continued, “In fact, I overheard something about an educational institute in a place called New Spark. All the newly forged Cybertronians have been going there to learn. Since we are nearly as young as them, I wondered if I should attend this school myself after we finish these Campaign missions.”

“An educational institute?” Ripclaw blinked. “I like the sound of that, actually. I would attend it with you if you went.”

Skylynx nodded. “I heard that if you commit to your education in school, you can specialize in paths such as the sciences. That interests me.”

“Oh! You’re going to be like Shockwave?” Darksteel piped up. “Do you think you can?”

“Perhaps, Darksteel, if I work hard enough.”

Predaking gaped at Skylynx. He almost protested the idea that Skylynx would stray down an intellectual path instead of sticking to a career that would employ his Predacon strength. Predaking held back, seeing the dreamy haze in Skylynx's eyes. Taking a moment to think, Predaking brightened from a realization. “We never pursued Shockwave, so he is lost to us. If you should pursue your education however… then perhaps you could clone more Predacons!”

Skylynx nodded, “If I learn enough to understand the science behind it, then I will.”

Predaking’s spark soared and he straightened. No Predacon had yet emerged from the Well of All Sparks, but even if none did, they could still restore their species.

At the next stall, a red and white Decepticon sold cases marked by the same symbol that First Aid wore on his shoulders.

“First aid kits,” the Decepticon said. “For personal training and use. Help support Cybertron in our doctor shortage.”

“We know a bot named First Aid,” Darksteel announced.

The Decepticon nearly smiled, before suppressing it. “It was his idea to sell these, actually. He's kind, but of course, he is a non-combatant medic.”

Skylynx bought one of the kits, as did Ripclaw and Darksteel.

“Maybe First Aid can teach us a bit about healing others,” Ripclaw suggested. “I'm sure he would be glad to.”

“I shall absorb any new knowledge,” Skylynx said.

Thinking back to the frail Velocitronians he had carried, Predaking considered that perhaps he would like to learn how to heal. He purchased a first aid kit, imagining himself as a powerful saviour carrying the weak out of danger and fixing their wounds. Heroic fantasies filled his mind until the Predacons finished their tour of the vendors. Then, they contacted Ultra Magnus for a ground bridge back to the spaceport. Once in the headquarters, Skylynx requested that First Aid be summoned.

Ultra Magnus called the medic, however, First Aid was in Iacon selling other kits until evening. In the meantime, the Predacons sat outside and sampled each of their snacks. Skylynx powered on his book and swiped through the pages as his brethren peered over his shoulder. Once evening came, the non-combatant medic scurried over to the Predacons.

“You want to learn emergency first aid! Aww, I would be so happy to help you!” First Aid exclaimed.

He sat in front of them and invited them to open their kits. As the Predacons pulled out each item, First Aid identified it and went over its use. From scanners to clamps, staples, pincers, slings, drills, saws, injectors, and dent-pullers, they learned them all. There were even metal cards within the kits with anatomy diagrams for different Cybertronian body types. Though as the darkness of dusk crept up on them, Darksteel powered on his lamp so that everything shone.

“And you looked at me like you doubted the lamp!” Darksteel laughed.

First Aid giggled, “Just turn it around so the others don't see the Decepticon insignia on it!”

Their lesson soon wrapped up under the white circle of light. While the Predacons packed up, Skylynx commented, “There was quite a lot in these kits, many useful tools.”

“Yeah, I can't get everything back in!” Darksteel had tossed his tools into a pile in his kit, now trying to shove the lid down on them. First Aid leapt in to help, gently moving Darksteel's hands aside so he could repack the kit.

“Oh, thanks,” Darksteel said.

“You're welcome,” First Aid murmured.

How kind he is to us, Predaking thought while watching him. He never treated us differently as Predacons while providing this lesson. And his knowledge is impressive of that which he is passionate about. I considered him a weakling, but now I understand his value as part of the crew.

“I hope to teach emergency first aid classes once the Campaign missions are done,” First Aid said. “And then later, maybe I can help re-establish the medical pathway in school. So, what do you think? Any of you want to be a doctor?”

“Ha, I'll be lucky if I can fix anything instead of breaking it!” Darksteel chuckled. “Just kidding.”

“Personally, I would like to learn more about health sciences,” Skylynx said. “However, I do not see myself becoming a doctor.”

“That's too bad,” First Aid sighed. “What about you two?”

“Hmm,” Ripclaw answered. “I would prefer something that uses my strength.”

Predaking smiled her way. “I share the same desire.”

First Aid hopped up. “Ah well, I tried! Thanks for asking me for a lesson though, that was really great! I better go now to power down. I'll see you... uh, when I see you! A few solar cycles? Tomorrow? The Commander didn't specify how long our break would be...”

The medic waved and skipped off toward the medical tower.

“Wait!” Darksteel called. “Do you have a place where we can keep our stuff?”

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Notes:

Cyclonus the candy man

Chapter 47: 4_15

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At the end of the week, Ultra Magnus summoned the Nemesis crew to the spaceport headquarters to prepare for their next mission: Thrull. Before they began a briefing of the Campaign world, a call from a hailing ship shot excitement into every present Autobot.

“Hello hello?” a blue-green Autobot appeared on the main screen. 

The Autobots in the room hollered in unison, “Kup!”

Sighing, the Decepticon ambassadors followed the Autobots outside after landing arrangements had been confirmed. They waited with the Predacons and Vehicons until an enormous spaceship parted the clouds and touched down.

“I do not believe this is the Fifth Campaign,” Skylynx remarked, although a hundred Autobots poured out of the ship to be greeted with cheers.

“No?” Darksteel prompted.

“On the diagrams we saw... I thought this 'Kup' was the leader of the final Autobot Campaign.”

The blue-green Autobot pinched a strange smoking pipe between his teeth while he grinned at Ultra Magnus.

“Kup.” Ultra Magnus nodded and approached him. “It is good to have you back.”

As with the previous times, Ultra Magnus informed the Campaign army about the fate of Optimus Prime. Predaking noticed Krok and Crankcase tapping their arms, perhaps as impatient as him to learn how the Autobots had won on their world. Once the newly arrived Autobots had recovered from the news both old and recent, they were teleported away to Iacon while a select few remained behind with Kup.

“Your arrival is highly concerning,” Ultra Magnus announced as he led Kup and his Autobots into the headquarters. The Predacons and the Decepticons followed, leaning forward intently. “I can only assume the worst when the Seventh Campaign arrives before the Fifth and Sixth.”

The eyes of the five Decepticons narrowed with pleasure, smiles visible on the mouths of those without a visor.

Strolling into the main room, Kup plugged a device into a computer and tapped at the screen. “I hear you. But I’m hoping they’re just too busy fightin', ‘cause the generals Megatron handed them were tougher than mine.”

“How did you defeat Black Shadow?” Ultra Magnus inquired.

“That’s the thing—we didn’t. Some other crazy things happened and you have to see it to believe it!”

[An image appeared on the main screen of a gargantuan golden spaceship sided by another equally massive, spike-covered vessel.]

Every Autobot lost their composure, exploding into yells that jolted the Decepticons: “The Ark!”

Yet Bulkhead uttered gravely, “How did you get out of there?”

Kup nodded at Bulkhead. “Ah, so you know what happened. I wish someone like you could've warned me about them pirates stealing the Ark! But when we saw the Ark hanging out with the Star Seekers' Tidal Wave, we knew there’d been trouble. An' no friendly salutations for us... The Ark was just silently creeping over the planet like it was huntin’. So we all darted back into our base and waited, waited for a real long time. Then the pirate leader sends us a frame-chilling call. We don't answer. Aye, Thundertron tells us they caught you and killed you all, and now he's coming for us. Although Teletraan-1 must've blocked them from tracking our sparks, since they didn't know where to look. Mm, so we hung tight in our mountain, fearing that the Star Seekers really had terminated you all. Till we got Prime’s message, bless his spark.”

Bulkhead sighed. “We sent out way too many soldiers to these Campaign worlds. I was right there with Optimus when the Star Seekers attacked. We had no choice; we were outnumbered. They got onboard, a thousand of them at least... We had to abandon ship, scatter, regroup. That's why we headed to Earth—it was gonna be our meeting place.” 

Ultra Magnus asked Kup, “Do you know where the two warships are now?”

Kup spread his hands. “You’re never gonna believe it: they vanished! But not just up and left because they got tired of searching... Something drove ‘em away.”

[Kup scattered multiple images across the screens on the wall, showing an endless silver field with dozens of crashed ships and hundreds of dead bots. An insignia unfamiliar to Predaking marked most of these ships and many of the rusting corpses were decorated with black tattoos.]

Kup said, “These are dropships from the Ark and the Tidal Wave. They tried to abandon the ships! Can you believe it?”

[Kup switched two of the images to those of giant craters: one was peppered with blue plating and the second with golden plating.]

“Both ships crashed!” Kup exclaimed. “When and why, we don’t know. But they must've risen again, 'cause now they’re gone. And my shanix is on whoever took ‘em down, added them ships to their powerful fleet!”

“Could the Seventh Campaign Decepticons have been responsible?” Ultra Magnus questioned.

“No Sir,” Kup shook his head. “That’s even part o’ the mystery. Let me tell ya. Before the Star Seekers came, we was actually avoiding the ‘Cons. Gigantion’s big, very big. Didn’t even know where each other was, didn’t bother lookin'. One solar cycle, we caught a glimpse o’ Black Shadow’s gang. We slunk off without them seeing us. I told my bots, just leave ‘em be—no use fightin’ and dyin’ when we can keep to our own side o’ the planet and hoard our own energon.

“So we didn’t know what they was up to after that, but then by the time we decided to check on 'em, we only found a couple o’ bodies. Looks like Black Shadow's army got caught in the open by the Star Seekers and they ran. They weren’t strong enough to take down two warships, no. It's more likely that the Ark and the Tidal Wave had a fight, a lil’ mutiny among the Star Seekers...”

Kup winked at his audience.

“Except we saw something tellin’ us it wasn’t Decepticons or Star Seekers who took down the warships. No, something else.”

[He displayed images zoomed in on the crashed ships. All had smashed front windows and Star Seeker bodies seated inside, torn apart and decaying.]

Kup carried on, “All the ships look like they got hit wi’ a powerful missile, don't they? Like some traitorous pirate scallywags were tryin' to flee from their captain, right? Well, we tried to take a look at the last images captured by the optics of those offline Star Seekers. By then the optics were a bit degraded, but we did get something—pardon the quality.”

[Multiple images showed a blue and white smudge zipping toward the windows of the ships.]

“Now I know the Ark didn’t have any missiles that colour, and these missiles seem real big too. I don't think the Tidal Wave had anything like that either! So I think they was attacked by none other than… the Quints!”

Both Autobots and Decepticons jumped.

Kup clasped his hands. “An empire with a lot o’ power and advanced weapons! So when Star Seekers and Decepticons vanish into thin air with two warships—Quintessons did it, I’m tellin’ ya! They’re back and they mean business!”

Ultra Magnus uttered, “How long ago were these images captured?”

“That was about a century ago, Sir.”

“Hmmm.”

Chromedome asked, “Who do you believe is responsible, Commander?”

Ultra Magnus responded, “I am wondering why the Quintessons did not invade Cybertron if indeed their empire had regained power. They know of our War and how vulnerable we are as a result of it.” He shook his head. “A century of Quintesson aggression would have yielded far more tales of devastation. I believe the Star Seekers fought among themselves until a victor was decided, and they captured the seventh Decepticon Campaign army.”

The Autobots and Decepticons relaxed.

Kup grinned and kicked the floor. “Shoot! That doesn’t make as good of a story now does it? But you got me with the plot hole, Commander—Quints would’ve gone straight to Cybertron first!”

Ultra Magnus lifted his chin. “Regardless, your story ends favourably: Teletraan-1 prevented the Star Seekers from tracking Autobot life signals and from discovering Tsiehshi, Omnitron, Arduria, and Antilla, the Star Seekers suffered heavy losses, the Seventh Decepticon Campaign fell, and your entire army survived without a single casualty.”

“Well!” Kup beamed around his smoking pipe. “Just goes to show pacifism has its merits! Don’t go charging at all your enemies; be quiet, lay low, use your noggin! Hiding wasn't fun but it kept us online!”

Chromedome dipped his head. “Optimus was wise to select you as a Campaign Leader. I’m not even sure if Maximus would’ve done the right thing in that situation on Gigantion.”

“Oh, old Fortress Maximus? Yeah he sure is the offensive type, but don’t worry about him! He was a great general in the Age of Wrath before he was a Guildmaster! That bot’s as experienced as they come, especially with Overlord’s type. No mere gladiator could compare to him! And do ya remember the electric atmosphere of Elba? You can’t get messages through it. I bet ya Max is just sitting and waiting because he doesn’t know the War’s over. Only reason I beat ‘im here.”

The Autobot audience smiled in relief. Wrapping up, Kup powered off his presentation then lingered to hear more recent news from Ultra Magnus. When at last Kup and his Autobots had departed through a ground bridge, Ultra Magnus began the briefing for the Nemesis crew of the final Campaigns.

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Art:
Kup at the computer: Elaiz (elaiz90 on DeviantArt, _elaiz_ on Instagram)

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“Approach Thrull and Elba with utmost caution,” Ultra Magnus warned. “As Star Saber failed to return before Kup, it is likely that the fifth Campaign has ended in Decepticon victory. Assume the same may have occurred with Elba. Also, keep watch for the Star Seekers. Do not engage any warships you may encounter; return to Cybertron at once. Should we lose the Nemesis, Cybertron will be ever the more vulnerable.”

“Understood, Sir,” Chromedome said.

Ultra Magnus went on, “Be prepared for the possibility of facing more than one Campaign leader, as you did before. Thrull and Elba are as close to each other as Antilla and Arduria. If the Decepticons won their Campaigns, Sixshot and Overlord may have combined forces.”

Chromedome sighed, “I just don’t believe our generals lost. Star Saber and Maximus were both experienced strategists and warriors! I dare say more so than the previous Campaign leaders, including me.”

“In case the worst has happened,” Rewind carried on, “shall I pull up information on Sixshot, Overlord, Black Shadow, and the Star Seekers? To inform and prepare the crew.”

“Please do,” Ultra Magnus replied. “Your suggestion came just before my request.”

[Rewind drew a cord from his head and plugged himself into a computer. An image appeared on the main screen of a white-headed Decepticon with a teal chest and purple lower legs. Several alt-modes were dispersed on the other screens.]

Rewind said, “Sixshot is a Decepticon warrior infamous for his five alt-modes.”

[Footage showed Sixshot on the battlefield, towering over other Decepticons and the Autobots he struck down. Suddenly, Sixshot transformed into a large beast with fangs that tore out the throats of Autobots around him.]

“He was called many things: a one-bot-army…”

[Another battle showed Sixshot streaking onto the scene in jet mode, before dropping as a tank to crush Autobots and fire a powerful shot.]

“He was reportedly once ambushed by ten Wreckers and still defeated them all.”

[They watched Sixshot slaughter Autobots with ease in his other forms: armoured vehicle and hovering laser.]

Krok grumbled, “Outliers are another breed of Cybertronian entirely.”

[The screens cleared to display a blue and white Decepticon with teal legs.]

“Overlord is an outlier as well: a triple-changer with a twist...”

[The other screens showed three modes: a tank-jet as well as the tank and jet elements separated into independent halves.]

“Overlord has a splitting spark which allows him to divide his body in two: his jet and tank modes. He is the only Cybertronian who can be in two places at once. As strange as it is, he has been known to report to himself during battle and provide his own air support.”

Krok cut in, “Don't let his abilities frighten you. Overlord didn’t know how to handle himself when Megatron wasn’t around; he needed to be told what to do. Like I said before, he will be crippled by the news of Megatron. He’s just another enamoured gladiator, no military strategist."

“I do hope he has been defeated,” Rewind muttered. “Sixshot was a more respectable general at the very least, whereas Overlord is just a monster.”

[Rewind introduced them to Overlord with promotional materials of the gladiator’s smiling white face. In one image, Overlord wore a red and purple cloak as well as a gold crown upon his head. He clutched a jewelled staff and spread his arms toward the camera.]

Smokescreen gulped, “No one told me… Decepticons could look this way…”

Rewind and most of the other Autobots snapped furious eyes on Smokescreen. He jumped. Bumblebee and Pipes looked around with him, confused and apprehensive.

“Before you were forged,” Rewind said, “Overlord was one of the most popular gladiators on Cybertron… and easily the most sadistic. He killed his opponents with dramatic flair, smiling and laughing with the crowd. His whole shtick was to be the handsome gladiator among the ruffians. No other gladiators focused as much as he did on appearance.”

[Rewind played a recording of Overlord stomping on helpless opponents, the change to gore so sudden that Smokescreen gasped. The Minicon spared them no details; he showed different clips of extreme mutilation, of Overlord dismembering his opponents, sawing and blasting them, and crushing their heads and chests with his bare hands. And after each kill, Overlord lifted his chin and beamed. Rewind rolled several post-fight clips, with Overlord drenched in blood and lubricant, making broad gestures at the audience to encourage their cheering.]

“He loved the attention. Violence never perturbed him, but then, he went too far... On his 30th fight, Overlord’s last—he faced Megatron and was defeated. Megatron didn’t kill him; instead, he instructed Overlord to turn on the audience…”

A recording showed Megatron leaning over Overlord with his sword pressed to his neck. While spectators shouted for Megatron to finish the fight, Megatron seemed to whisper something to Overlord. Then, Megatron stood up and addressed the audience.

“A truly worthy opponent!” Megatron shouted in his recognizable rasp. “This was the fight of the century you had all came to see!”

The audience continued to boo and cry out. As Overlord stood up slowly, Megatron murmured another thing to the gladiator that was too quiet to be heard.

Rewind said, “Megatron made Overlord shoot the audience for him, so he could still save face politically if someone else did it. Overlord obliged, of course…”

[Overlord strode to his fallen blaster, raised it, then fired at the crowd. The sheer power of the first shot blew half a dozen bots to pieces; then, the audience shrieked and fled toward the exits. Overlord continued to fire, blasting the panicking and shoving masses as they failed to squeeze through the narrow doors fast enough.]

“I remember this, ” Krok said. “It was quite—”

The Autobots jolted and shot aghast looks at the Decepticons. Ultra Magnus snapped, “Why do I hear awe in your voice?”

Krok stuttered, “But the spectators, they—”

“You are blaming them? The gladiator massacred defenceless citizens, and you defend him?”

Furious eyes penetrated the Decepticons. Krok's soldiers pressed closer to him and fear ignited in their eyes. First Aid looked around helplessly, finding no other calm faces among his faction.

Fulcrum choked, “W-we’re sorry…”

The Decepticons backed up to the Predacons. Predaking and Ripclaw stepped forward slightly, coming between them and the Autobots.

“This is why I’m not big on the idea of Decepticon Councilors,” Wheeljack drawled with an icy glare. “They don’t seem to understand the simplest moral concepts. It’s gonna be real hard running trials if half the judges think murder is permissible.”

“F-forget it,” Krok exhaled. “I don’t care if you collar him and toss him in prison. We... got the point. Let’s move on to Black Shadow.”

The Autobots huffed and reluctantly looked away, but contempt was still etched into their faces. As Rewind changed the screens to show a black and red Seeker, he bitterly summarized him.

“Black Shadow was a close-combat martial artist who taught self-defence for the Seeker Academy in Vos.”

Many of the Autobots regarded the images and footage with hatred before Predaking could understand the reason for it. [For now, there were only clips of Black Shadow with a blue copterbot instructing other fliers in techniques. The two fliers battered dummies and poles to demonstrate the power of their kicks and punches.]

“During the War, Black Shadow was a brutal Decepticon warrior,” Rewind muttered. “His special technique was to fly at his foes, transform, then kill them by kicking their heads or necks.”

[Black Shadow's friendly clips were replaced by him racing through a battlefield, his powerful legs whipping out and his feet cracking the backs of heads. Those were the clean kills. Whenever his opponents were too tall, Black Shadow blew out their knees. Autobots dropped to the ground with agonized screams, allowing him to deliver the finishing kick to their heads.]

“The Star Seekers took care of him,” Chromedome growled with satisfaction.

Rewind continued on that note, “The Star Seekers are reportedly led by Thundertron.”

[Pictures or footage taken from a distance revealed Thundertron as a scarred blue and white bot with a thick beard of ornamental cables. Another image showed him as a winged feline beast.]

“They troubled the Decepticons, never coming into major conflict with us, that is, until they took down the Ark. The Star Seekers claim to be former colonists who have a vendetta against all homeworld Cybertronians for being cut off and abandoned during the Rust Plague.”

Crankcase grumbled very quietly, “The ‘Bots are more empathetic to those ship-thieving, murdering pirates than us...”

Ultra Magnus declared, “Any of these leaders and their armies may be encountered on your missions. I remind you once again to flee at the first sign of danger; we will regroup here and prepare a battle force.”

Despite the tension between the factions, the Nemesis crew headed out to board the vessel. It was now time for their mission to Thrull.

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Sixshot:

Overlord:

Black Shadow:

Notes:

Blue Bacchus is the copterbot cameoed with Black Shadow

Art:
Sixshot concept: Aldecaver (Instagram)
Overlord concept: Mynametia (inshira on Instagram and X)
Black Shadow concept: Emperor Kumquat

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Sideswipe made no playful announcements as he steered the Nemesis off Cybertron. The crew remained silent until they passed through the space bridge and faced a brown rocky planetoid with blotches of orange.

“Alright, Ultra Magnus, Sir,” Sideswipe reported. “Commencing first scan.”

“Message received.”

The Autobots, Decepticons, and Predacons stared at the screen unblinkingly. No life signals appeared.

“No readings from here,” Sideswipe said. “Going to break through the atmosphere now.”

Flame blasted over the viewing screen and then the Nemesis floated across the sky of Thrull. [Seas of lava sloshed over barren stretches of grey and brown land.]

“You still with me, Sir?” Sideswipe called.

“Your signal is clear.”

“Alright, we're still not getting any life signals here... But Krok's friends could be playing another trick on us.”

Sideswipe glared at Krok.

“Proceed to send out calls,” Ultra Magnus said.

Krok padded up to the console; Sideswipe barely stepped aside for him.

“General Sixshot...” Krok announced. “This is General Krok onboard the Nemesis. You may have received the message already, but the War is over and Cybertron is restored.”

Silence answered him.

“Now you ‘Cons are just predictable,” Arcee huffed.

Chromedome nudged Krok out of his way. “Star Saber? It’s Chromedome. I’m here with Decepticon ambassadors on a mission to bring home the Campaign armies. Are you there?”

Still, silence.

“Ultra Magnus,” Chromedome reported. “We’re not getting any signals or responses. Shall we take a dropship down to investigate?”

The commander responded, “On Antilla, you were ambushed and separated from the warship. I suggest you sweep the planet for signs of life or struggle, but do not land the ship. Keep your scanners open and yourselves alert; I suspect you will be attacked. Remember to flee in that case; do not engage.”

“Understood, Sir,” Chromedome said.

As the Nemesis rumbled over the planet, the crew watched the scanners and the endlessly expanding wastelands.

“A place like this used to be a colony?” Skylynx inquired.

“There were rare resources here.” Rewind looked back from where he sat on Chromedome's shoulder. “Just like Elba. They were research worlds, not intended to be lived on. Weren't ever even cyberformed.”

Chromedome repeated another call to the hostile land below.

“We are not landing this vessel until we get a response,” Chromedome said. “We are on a mission of peace, carrying energon, and we offer transport for either faction back to Cybertron.”

Sideswipe steered onward while the sun rose above the warship then sank toward the horizon. He kept in contact with Ultra Magnus between Chromedome's and Krok's unanswered calls. The tensed Autobots and Decepticons relaxed as more time passed uneventfully. The Predacons blinked sleepily at the repetitive views of rock and lava.

“I guess they all left,” Bulkhead said.

“Or they’re offline,” Wheeljack contributed.

“Not everybot would be dead,” Arcee argued. “Even in an all-out battle, it isn’t tit-for-tat. There would be survivors.”

“My bet is,” Krok said, “Sixshot was victorious and went to Overlord.”

Smokescreen countered, “Or Star Saber went to Fortress Maximus!”

Arcee replied, “Would the Fifth Campaign leaders have even known about the Sixth Campaign?”

“Not unless a Sixth Campaign leader called for help,” Krok muttered.

Sideswipe yelled, “Whoa, whoa! We got something up there!”

[Ahead, grey and black dots spotted a russet ground. With a shaky finger, Sideswipe zoomed in on them. Dozens of smashed and charred ships appeared onscreen.]

“They… they did kill each other!” Sideswipe exclaimed.

“Let’s take a closer look in the dropship,” Bumblebee rushed.

Everyone volunteered to go, leaving Sideswipe in the Nemesis. After a short ride, the dropship landed in the middle of the field of wreckages. The crew padded out onto hot stone and gawked at their surroundings.

First Aid gasped, “There are no bodies?”

“What in the name of the Allspark happened here?” Bumblebee inhaled.

Bunched together, the group passed by the ships marked by both Autobot and Decepticon insignias. As they walked on, the ships became overwhelmingly Autobot, and tucked around them were pieces of Cybertronians: plates, tires, arms, and fingers.

“I…” Krok paused. “I don’t think this was Sixshot.”

“The Star Seekers,” Smokescreen exhaled.

Bumblebee partially stepped through the smashed front window of one of the more intact ships. Predaking looked past him to also make note of the walls drilled with holes and stained by crusty energon.

“What if it was the Decepticons?” Bumblebee hopped out. “These are mostly Autobot ships… yet the Star Seekers hated both factions equally.”

“Unless the Decepticons just managed to escape?” Bulkhead offered.

“But look.” Bumblebee gestured to the distant ships where they had begun their investigation. “The Decepticon ships aren’t damaged the same way as the Autobot ones. I think the Decepticon ships were taken down by Autobots in a fair fight. But then something else came during their battle. The Autobot ships over here have the same damage Kup reported on Gigantion! Powerful missiles shot through the windows and exploded.”

Smokescreen replied, “But didn’t the Decepticon ships on Gigantion have that damage too?”

“No,” Bumblebee reminded him. “The Star Seekers attacked the Seventh Campaign Decepticons, but the Decepticon ships did not have this damage. The pirate dropships had this damage. The Fifth and Seventh Decepticon Campaign armies are missing, but we haven’t found a single Decepticon corpse. This leads me to believe the Decepticons are collaborating with… something. Something big. Not Quintessons, no, it can’t be… or it may be…”

“Where's Star Saber’s army then?” Rewind wondered. “Could they've been taken prisoner?”

The Autobots glanced at Krok.

“I have no idea what is happening,” Krok said. “Honest. If Sixshot or Black Shadow struck a deal with a powerful alien race, I have no idea which one. But it doesn’t make sense. How could they have contacted anyone out here in the middle of nowhere? What alien empire would have wandered around these parts then found it worthwhile to aid the Decepticons specifically? If the Quintessons or someone else is responsible, then they might be snatching up warships and bots no matter the faction, just shooting down those who resist.”

Everyone else threw open their eyes and gazed at the sky in horror, as though they could see past the rolling grey clouds into the distant stars.

Bulkhead choked, “Just… just what is out there?”

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Art:
The Nemesis over Thrull: Happy (stupidhappyloser on Tumblr and Instagram)

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*Sideswipe from RID2015 explained

When the crew returned to the spaceport, Rewind showed Ultra Magnus footage and images of the destroyed ships on Thrull.

“It is likely that the Sixth Campaign suffered the same fate,” Ultra Magnus uttered. “The planet may be devoid of life.”

He cautioned them before granting them time to recharge. The next afternoon, Ultra Magnus assembled the crew to warn them one final time to be on their guard against whatever force was abducting Cybertronians.

“We may yet find a clue on who our new enemy is,” Ultra Magnus added.

When the Autobots, Decepticons, and Predacons left the spaceport headquarters, a yellow blur leapt out in front of Sideswipe.

“Hi!” the yellow Autobot exclaimed.

“Sunstreaker?” Sideswipe jolted. “Primus, what are you doing here?”

Sunstreaker waved rapidly at a red Autobot with a tall head crest standing outside the headquarters. As soon as he came over, Sunstreaker hoisted him up.

“I just had to see you before your next mission!” Sunstreaker cried. “Look, this is your new nephew!”

“Nephew?”

“I adopted one of the New Sparks!” Sunstreaker beamed. “His name is Fastlane, but look, he’s a sweet red Sideswipe Jr.!”

“Sideswipe Jr., huh?” Sideswipe chuckled.

The other red Autobot waved. Sunstreaker released him and clapped. “You’re an uncle!”

Sideswipe came up to hold Fastlane’s cheeks and gently rock his head. “I’ll take you flying when I get back, alright? I’ll teach you how to fly a smaller ship before I graduate you to some big ones with big guns!”

“Really?” Fastlane’s blue eyes flicked toward the Nemesis.

“Haha! Eager kid, only an experienced pilot should be playing with a ship that powerful! Focus on school first—it's more important. But hey, I'll take you up into space after this and we’ll go super fast, okay?”

After saying his goodbye, Sideswipe skipped ahead of the crew into the Nemesis. Once they entered the flight control room, Sideswipe tapped into the announcement system to cast his voice throughout the ship:

“Alright, dear passengers!”

In the back of the room, Crankcase growled, “Kill me.”

“Welcome aboard Air Sideswipe! This will be our sixth Campaign world, so be sure to enjoy the flight and your visit because we’re almost done! Now I know we’ve had some 'turbulence'…”

The Nemesis began to rise into the sky. Sideswipe expanded a camera view of Sunstreaker and Fastlane staring up at the ship.

“We’ve gotten a lot of bad news, seen some disturbing sights… but we’re a tough little crew who’s already survived hundreds of ‘Cons! We're ready for anything!”

The Nemesis ascended beyond Cybertron's atmosphere before sliding through the space bridge.

“Whoa!” Darksteel shouted.

A radiant purple planet popped out in front of them with a scattering of different coloured moons. Clouds swirled across it, completely obscuring the ground below and flashing small pricks of light like twinkling stars.

Pipes cried, “It's so gorgeous! The most beautiful world we've gone to yet! But is it safe to fly through the electric storm?”

Sideswipe patted the console. “A star-class ship can handle a few lighting strikes. This one wouldn’t even notice ten bolts at once! Now…”

Sideswipe steered the warship toward the crackling purple atmosphere.

“I know I'm a bit of a worrier... but I am your engineer,” Pipes said. “I just think that electricity might cause the ship to lose power...”

Wheeljack said, “If any ship is built for it, it's this one. How else did the 'Cons get their own down there? With this ship, I bet. And if anything goes wrong, you got me to help you out!”

“I guess you're right...” Pipes said.

Crankcase barked, “You should hyperwarp through this storm!”

“Ha! And crash into the surface of the planet?” Sideswipe called back.

“You won't do that if you come at it the right angle!”

“Hush, we will be alright. Primus, you'd think the Ark's pilot would have earned more trust...” Sideswipe pulled up a radar for Cybertronian life signals onscreen. “Ultra Magnus, Sir, we have no life signals detected. We're going to breakthrough the atmosphere. Expect radio silence for a few joors.”

“Understood, you may proceed.”

“Glad that he trusts me,” Sideswipe grumbled.

“It's alright, Sideswipe,” Chromedome told him, voice firm. “Just focus.”

“Yeah, will do. But it’ll get a lil bumpy.”

After fire, they dropped through purple mist and thunder boomed around them. Multiple bolts of lighting zinged past the viewing screen and the floor began to tremble. Every pair of legs tensed before warning alerts popped up onscreen.

“Uhh?” Smokscreen called over the thunder. “What’s that mean?”

“No need to worry!” Sideswipe kept a tight grip on the console.

The ship stuttered. The Nemesis' screens flickered on and off with the flashes of lightning.

“Oh no!” Pipes wailed. “I-I told you—”

“We’re still good!” Sideswipe called. “Just hold on!”

Crankcase yelled, “I said you should’ve—!”

Sideswipe snarled, “I know what I’m doing!”

The thunder drowned them out along with the rattling of the ship. Arcee fell over and Rewind lost his grip on Chromedome's neck, hitting the floor on his back. Chromedome sat down to hold him while every bot lighter than a Predacon struggled to keep their balance. Bulkhead grabbed onto Smokescreen and Wheeljack; Bumblebee helped Arcee up then formed a chain with First Aid and Pipes. The Decepticons latched onto each other and huddled as the Predacons snapped their eyes in every direction. Predaking felt trapped, yet these walls were the only thing protecting him from the deadly storm outside. Out there, he could not fly—he was as helpless as everyone else. As the screens flickered, he imagined electricity snaking around the warship until it was burning white...

All lights went dark and the ship stopped rumbling. The crew screamed when the floor dropped below their feet. Purple mist shot past the screen and the lightning and thunder chased them, flashing and roaring. Sideswipe clung to the controls with all of his might, refusing to let go until the power returned and the engines turned back on.

Their descent slowed. Everyone but the Predacons crashed to the floor then picked themselves up, trembling and holding their neighbours.

Crankcase yelled, “What the bloody frag, you scrap-eating, slag-sucking excuse for a pilot?”

“Shh!” Sideswipe snapped. “I told you we’d make it! We’re out of the worst of it.”

As the purple mist thinned, red and purple insignias glitched onto the front screen.

Sideswipe gasped, “Everyone, look!”

Hundreds of Autobot and Decepticon life signals stacked on top of each other in one region of the globe.

Chromedome exclaimed, “Both factions! This place hasn’t been attacked yet!”

Sideswipe steered the ship toward the location. Arcee shook herself out then breathed, “From the looks of it, both armies are still at war here.”

“Or at peace?” First Aid offered.

Even the Decepticons scoffed behind them.

“But it's unbelievable!” the medic insisted. “They haven't killed each other at all yet?”

Sideswipe tapped on the console. “Gah, it's hard to select any of these. So glitchy. Oh! There we go.” 

One profile of a black Autobot appeared onscreen.

“Diver... Oh yes, it says 'deployed to Elba'!” Sideswipe crowed. “We got our 'Bots here!”

“But why are they all together?” Arcee questioned.

Bumblebee exclaimed, “Are they fighting? Right now?”

Sideswipe said, “It's so glitchy and there are so many—I can’t tell if we’re losing any but…”

Suddenly, a staticky garble came through the speakers.

“Sweet Solus Prime!” Sideswipe cried. “Someone’s calling us!”

“--ga?----rd---M--”

“Who is it? Maximus?” Chromedome asked.

“--ga?----tron?--”

“It's Overlord!” Krok hurried toward the console. “Overlord is calling us! Fly lower from the storm.”

“I am...” Sideswipe frowned but stepped aside enough for Krok to squeeze in beside him.

“Overlord,” Krok answered. “This is General Krok.”

“K--ok?”

“I’m onboard the Nemesis with Autobot ambassadors. The War is over. We are on a mission to return all armies home to a rejuvenated Cybertron. Let's talk. What’s the situation with Elba? We’re detecting a mass of life signals at the former research institute.”

“--Au--bots onboar--wi--you?”

“Yes. The War is over; did you receive my message?”

“I---come--to meet you.--”

The call ended.

“Overlord is coming here?” Chromedome’s brows furrowed. “No.”

“He wants to talk,” Krok muttered. “If you aren’t open to that, you’re missing the point of the mission.”

“Where is Maximus?” Chromedome tossed his head to Sideswipe.

“Right, right, give me a moment...” Sideswipe typed. Maximus' profile popped up and a line identified his signal among all the rest. “He’s online!”

First Aid gasped. “Oh! They must have made peace to share the energon!”

“Overlord making peace with Maximus?” Chromedome scoffed.

The Nemesis crossed sparkling silver lands of rock. Once they neared the location of the life signals, one Decepticon insignia floated away from the bunch. Sideswipe selected it and Overlord’s profile came onscreen.

“Overlord inbound,” he announced. “No one else.”

“We have the Predacons,” Bumblebee assured Chromedome. “That's enough to handle one Decepticon general, even an outlier one.”

“We will have to break the news of Megatron to Overlord,” Krok pointed out. “Expect a huge reaction.”

Chromedome set his fist onto his hand. “We will contain him while he's distracted.”

Sideswipe called, “Whoa, he’s calling again. No wait… It’s a call from the research institute!”

When they answered the call this time, the audio was free of static.

“This is Black Shadow,” came a whisper.

“What are you doing?” came a background holler.

“This is our only shot!” the caller yelled back. “If they can get out of here, then they can come back prepared!”

Krok splayed his sharp fingers over the console. “What...? S-Sixshot, are you there as well?”

“Get out of here!” Black Shadow screamed. “Before he takes you down!”

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Continue to 5_2

Notes:

Art:
Sunstreaker with Sideswipe Jr.: Kaich Dreis (X)
Elba: HiddenAsAlways (Tumblr)

Chapter 51: 5_2

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Play this song while reading:

Overlord's first attack theme:
Deadly Force: White Bat Audio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCUHHyRwViU

“You idiot, do it right!” The second speaker came closer to the microphone. “This is Sixshot. Do not fight Overlord; his armour is impervious. Flee, and only return when you have figured out a way to overcome that.”

“Understood,” Krok said.

Crankcase charged down the catwalk to shove Sideswipe aside, taking his place and snatching the controls. Bulkhead and Smokescreen grabbed the Decepticon and yanked him back, but Crankcase elbowed viciously and barked, "Sixshot was serious! We got to get out and put the ship into hyperwarp!"

The Predacons shifted. Thundering in, Spinister shoulder-checked Bulkhead and broke his grip. Crankcase pushed back Smokescreen and lunged at Sideswipe, grappling with him until Krok darted in and together, they hurled the Autobot pilot over the catwalk.

“Hey!” Bulkhead bore his bludgeon and swung. Krok threw himself in front of his soldier, taking the hit for Crankcase who had just slammed his fist down on the console.

A timer appeared on screen:

90, 89, 88, 87

“Contain them!” Arcee cried.

The radar glitched but Overlord's life signal was assuredly approaching. Then with a flash of lightning, they saw him. A blue and white jet with dark wings streaked toward them and almost everyone in the room went still and quiet. However, Sideswipe sprinted back to the controls and opened a weapons menu.

“Scrap this! I’m piloting the Nemesis! Taste some star-class warheads, you psychopath!”

Two obscenely large missiles dropped from the vessel and shot toward the jet.

“What did Sixshot tell you?” Crankcase roared.

Sideswipe stopped the ship in the air and cackled, “Impervious? He’s strong, but no one is that strong!”

The first warheads struck and Overlord disappeared in a deafening explosion and a black cloud.

“Yaha!” Sideswipe cried.

Overlord shot from the smoke on course to the Nemesis.

"What?" Sideswipe yelped.

The Autobot pilot smashed buttons to pelt Overlord with lasers and more missiles, but Overlord ploughed through each beam and explosion.

Sideswipe backed away from the controls. “That’s... not possible.”

Bumblebee jumped onto the controls and yanked the ship up. Overlord sliced past below them. Everyone watched Overlord's fizzing life signal swing around to pursue them.

Sideswipe grabbed Krok by the shoulders and yelled, “How is that possible?”

33, 32, 31

Bumblebee tilted the Nemesis sharply and all bots including the Predacons stumbled and slid. Small bots hit the back wall or fell off the catwalk, although Crankcase managed to grab the edge of it before he joined those below.

Eyes on the screen, Crankcase called, “Stop! Don’t get close to the storm!”

Bumblebee cried back, “We'll lose him in there!"

Purple mist swept around the ship and long fingers of lightning seized it. The screen crackled before everything went dark. The ship plunged to the screams of the crew until it passed the cloud line and regained power. With rumbling engines the ship hovered, its radar reappeared onscreen, but in place of the countdown was now the message: ERROR: RESTART REQUIRED.

“You fool!” Crankcase jumped up. Bumblebee restarted the hyperwarp countdown before stepping aside to let the Decepticon pilot take over.

90, 89, 88

Crankcase snarled, “All you had to do was last ninety—”

Overlord’s glitching life signal suddenly teleported very close to the ship. A boom as loud as the thunder came from behind, the ship stuttered, then its nose tilted down.

Text flashed: DAMAGE. ENGINE FAILURE. HYPERWARP ABORTED.

“Oh pits,” Crankcase gulped.

“What?” Bumblebee yelped.

“Can’t you read?” Crankcase hollered. “Overlord just hit the engines!”

“What?”

“We’re going down!”

Sideswipe choked, “How could he cause that much damage?”

Pipes wailed and started to stumble toward the exit. “I-I should go f-fix...”

He tripped, hitting the ground face-first. As he sat up, his head turned to the screen no one else could look away from. Overlord's life signal glitched around the warship.

Crankcase said, “He...”

[Lightning flashed. Bolts struck the blue and white jet charging toward the viewing screen. Pictures rolled through Predaking's mind of the fallen ships, the holes in their front windows, and the blurry blue form that had been the last thing the dead had witnessed.]

Chromedome pointed to the exit. “Everyone, to the dropship!”

“That thing won't make it through the storm!” Crankcase boomed.

The crew scrambled to pick each other up and run. Crankcase yanked the ship hard left, but an impenetrable force clove through the screen and the world erupted into fire.

An enormous form crashed inside and blasted pink fire. Technology exploded and alarms blared before a missile struck Predaking’s chest. As he dropped to his knees, black smoke filled the room and the silhouettes of flying Autobots and Decepticons became indecipherable. He could only guess to whom each scream belonged while rapid blasts tore their thin armour to pieces. Then, a sucking wind dragged everything toward the outside storm. The smoke cleared enough for Predaking to catch a glimpse of a huge hand seizing a small body, before the firing ceased and Overlord's dark shape vanished. 

Predaking bent over and dug his claws into the floor. He glared at the yawning hole in the ship until he recognized the flashes of colours passing through it as his crewmates. Unhooking his claws, Predaking let the wind hurl him outside after them.

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Continue to 5_3

Notes:

Art:
All scenes here: Chaos_Birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 52: 5_3

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Tumbling in the sky, Predaking transformed and unfurled his wings. As he steadied himself, he heard other sounds of transformation and glimpsed his brethren taking flight. Their gazes dropped to the Autobots in freefall below them. At once the Predacons dove, rushing down just as their Decepticon crewmates shot up past them in their alt-modes. Krok, Misfire, and Fulcrum zipped back to the Nemesis while Spinister followed them, Crankcase clinging to his underside. 

Will they not help? Predaking locked onto Bumblebee as he flailed and stared up at him. Catching him in his claws, Predaking felt hot metal and energon on Bumblebee's back. His injuries were more fortunate. When Predaking snatched Sideswipe just below, the pilot did not so much as twitch. His body was drilled with smoking holes which oozed dirty energon.

Skylynx snagged Arcee and Smokescreen, Ripclaw—Chromedome and Bulkhead, and Darksteel—First Aid and Wheeljack. Predaking snapped his head around; he knew more were missing but Predaking could not determine who. His panicked mind could only focus on the falling warship, Overlord's retreating form, and a legion of rising coloured specks:

Seekers.

Fifty sharp shapes in flawless V-formations reached the warship. The Nemesis cruised away on a guided crash course past a dazzling white building, the same which Overlord now flew toward with a small figure struggling beneath him.

Pipes! Predaking realized.

Head dizzy, Predaking launched in pursuit of Overlord. His brethren trailed behind him after the slowly flying jet. As Predaking realized the Decepticon general wanted to be followed, his spark pounded. Nothing felt real. This is a dream, he thought. The purple clouds rolled over him, almost making him spin in flight. But then he and his brethren landed, released the Autobots, and transformed. In bot form, they gaped. 

A signed innocently claimed Elban Research Institute despite the blast marks on the walls and a sinister amount of cannons peeking out of the building. Between the regal white and orange pillars marking the entrance, the largest Cybertronian Predaking had ever seen stood. Overlord was smeared with the black stains of the explosions he had survived, but no dent or scratch blemished his blue, white, and teal armour. He stood a head taller than the Predacons, gazing down at them and across the way through half-closed eyes. Overlord almost looked drowsy while a small smile played on his lips.

“Welcome, all of you, to Elba!”

Overlord’s voice was thick and buttery; every word pronounced slowly, deeply, and calmly, as though he had gathered them to simply tell a story. However, Overlord cocked a dozen guns and held out Pipes, squeezing him in one hand. The Autobots who still had enough strength leapt to their feet.

“Put him down!” Chromedome hollered.

“Listen to me now.” Overlord’s arm did not budge as Pipes pounded and kicked it. “As you are new here, I must establish the rules. You will accompany me to your cells.”

Pipes’ chest began to dent under Overlord’s thumb. Gasping repeatedly, Pipes strained to pull himself out of his grip.

“You will not resist or fight my Decepticons.”

The Autobots couldn’t stop themselves from bearing their weapons and crying out. Overlord paused, then clenched his fingers harder. Pipes squeaked when his armour dented with a light pop.

Overlord continued in his smooth timbre, “You are all hopelessly out of your depth.”

“Stop!” Bumblebee gasped. “Don’t kill him!”

Overlord slowly blinked. Pipes whimpered and energon started to flow over Overlord’s fingers.

“Put away your weapons,” Overlord said.

He spoke as though he had all the time in the world, yet his hand had not stopped tightening. Pipes shrieked and fought madly. Terrified, some Autobots immediately retracted their weapons while others reflexively fired at Overlord’s face and forearm. Overlord did not drop Pipes or budge. After the blasts struck him, he continued to smile and close his hand on Pipes.

Smokescreen began to open his chest and reach inside his compartment. Bumblebee cried, “No! Everyone, do what he says! Stand down!”

Something within Pipes cracked; Predaking realized that Overlord was moments away from killing his hostage. However, the other Autobots were so frightened that they struggled to fulfill Overlord’s demand, moving too slowly to put down their weapons.

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Choice 1: Rush Overlord............ Go to 5_62
Choice 2: Don’t move................ Go to 5_27

 

Overlord:

Overlord alt-modes:

Notes:

Be very careful about clicking the right number. Read the number after the "5_" in the list of choices

 

Art:
The Predacons catch Autobots: Coyote (official_orange_art on Instagram)
Overlord crushes Pipes: Leafdragon16 (Tumblr)
Overlord concepts: Mynametia (inshira on X and Instagram)

Chapter 53: 5_4

Notes:

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Bumblebee

 

Predaking stayed frozen in fear, hoping for Overlord's intervention. He flinched when Overlord sailed from his throne faster than a bot his size ought to move. The crowd fell silent and Black Shadow halted at the thunder of Overlord's footsteps, looking back with his foot raised over Bumblebee. The Decepticon squeaked as Overlord's huge black hand seized his calves. Sweeping the Seeker off his feet, Overlord held Black Shadow upside down.

“Now what did I tell you?” Overlord boomed as Black Shadow struggled and shouted. “You were not permitted to kill this Autobot! He was one of the last to see Lord Megatron!”

Black Shadow screamed, “You’re breaking my—Aiiiiiiie! Stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Overlord carried Black Shadow back to the throne and dropped him beside it. The Seeker hit the floor, moaned, sat up, and reached for his crushed ankles. Sixshot fidgeted, then broke position and knelt beside Black Shadow. Trepan sprang across the throne and jumped down to treat him. Ignoring them, Overlord took his time to sit back down. All the while, medics scurried to take Bumblebee off the field.

“A little too much enthusiasm, Black Shadow...” Overlord said. “Entertaining, but something that must be kept in check.”

Black Shadow did not seem to hear him, leaning against Sixshot and squirming as Trepan worked.

Overlord called out, “Now! We have one more interloper to punish: Chromedome.”

The Autobot prisoners tossed Chromedome into the arena. After landing awkwardly, Chromedome stood straight and faced Overlord.

“You monster!” Chromedome snapped. He swept out his arm toward the other Autobot prisoners. “You, who pushed all these Autobots beyond their breaking points and now believe you can do the same to us! It will not happen!”

“Why do you assume you will be any different?” Overlord tapped the arms of his throne. “Do you believe that you are somehow stronger than your comrades? Than Fortress Maximus? Because I see the trembling of your knees and know that you are not.”

“I know help will come!” Chromedome growled. “We came here on a mission, and by now, all of Cybertron knows we’re missing! Ultra Magnus will attack Elba with the most powerful weapons at our disposal!”

Overlord tilted his head. “Let him come. That will be his mistake.”

Chromedome looked around in despair as the heads of the other prisoners hung.

“No, he will have something that can defeat you!” Chromedome cried back. “Something that affects you!”

“Even if such a weapon existed,” Overlord said, “how would he or anyone else know to bring it?”

Chromedome gaped.

“Oh yes, your Autobots will come with their ships armed and bristling… so ignorant just like you were. They will fall to me and share your fate…”

“N-no,” Chromedome choked.

Overlord chuckled then scanned the Decepticon crowd. Predaking's spark stopped as his gaze fell onto him.

“Krok!” Overlord exclaimed. “Prove to me that this Autobot is your enemy; prove to me that you are not a failure so embarrassing to the Decepticon cause that you ought to be locked up as well! Beat down Chromedome and his pride!”

Krok hopped up, his eyes in slits. Flashing down the stands, he leapt over the wall into the arena.

Chromedome whirled around to face Krok, visor and mouth plate sliding out to cover his face. “Even if Overlord mangles me for it, I’m going to beat the scrap out of you! You were never on our side, you damned Decepticon! I knew it all along. You were really just waiting for an opportunity to betray us, and then you found Overlord!”

“Overlord will bring retribution,” Krok uttered.

“He’ll kill everyone!”

“No, just the Autobots!”

Chromedome lunged at Krok, his fists flying at the Decepticon. Krok leapt back with a snarl but Chromedome charged after him. No longer able to speak, Chromedome screamed and punched, clacking metal and flinging Decepticon blood. The pain seemed to electrify Krok; his arms rose and accelerated to block Chromedome's attacks. Suddenly Krok ducked low then sprang, punching Chromedome's throat. The Autobot fell back, then he lowered his brows and rushed him again. Krok moved backwards in serpentine movements, evading the worst of Chromedome's punches and dealing out his own devastating blows.

Overlord bellowed, “Stop retreating, Krok! Have you really no combat skills left?”

Krok growled deeply. As Chromedome swung at him, Krok dropped onto all fours then pounced with hooked claws. Eight lines tore across Chromedome's chest and welled with energon. The Autobot gasped and trotted back, briefly dabbing at the wounds before glaring at Krok.

“I’m going to kill you,” Chromedome hissed.

Overlord sighed,  “Hmmm. With such a challenge, Krok, you ought to now kill this Autobot for the sake of your honour!”

Krok crouched, his claws flexed and taut. “I’ve survived far too much to fall to an Autobot like you, Chromedome. Today, you die.”

The short Decepticon sprang and latched onto Chromedome. Though the Autobot pounded him with his fists, Krok raked Chromedome's face, tearing through his visor and peeling off his mouth plate. The visor cracked, revealing a wide blue and yellow eye. Grunting, the Autobot ripped off Krok, only for the Decepticon to bounce back to shred Chromedome's brown chest.

When Chromedome tripped, both combatants hit the ground in a violent, messy tangle: punching, rolling, scratching, and kicking. Krok threw off his own mouth plate, spat energon, then sank his teeth into one of Chromedome's arms. Hollering, Chromedome crushed one of Krok's wings until he let go. Both continued to beat and tear each other's bodies, but neither gave in, instead continuing to roll in a growing pool of their mixed energon.

Overlord watched unblinkingly while Trepan hopped back onto the throne after treating Black Shadow. Leaning in, Trepan whispered into Overlord's audio receptor. Predaking watched them, then glanced back at the fight after a gurgling scream. Chromedome collapsed, his hand over his gushing neck while Krok slowly pulled himself up to his feet. Looking down at Chromedome, Krok flexed his blood-soaked claws and poised to swipe again.

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Choice 1: Protect Chromedome..... Go to 5_15
Choice 2: Watch............................. Go to 5_29

Notes:

Art:
Overlord hurts Black Shadow: ARTificial Absinthe (artificial-absinthe on Tumblr)
Feral Krok: gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Tumblr)
Krok vs Chromedome: Akyuatron (Tumblr)

Chapter 54: 5_5

Notes:

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Once Sixshot and Black Shadow had finished speaking, Predaking begged them, “Will you escort me to where my Predacon brethren are being kept? I must see them. One was gravely wounded.”

“Oh yeah, yeah sure,” Black Shadow said. “We were going to take you all around for your tour anyway!”

Leaving the room, they headed back down the hall and stepped into the nearest elevator. As they descended, Predaking commented, “Nothing prevents anyone from entering or exiting the prison. And I had seen few guards there.”

The doors parted and they entered a hall of harsh shadows and light. Four Decepticons glanced at them as they walked by.

Black Shadow answered, “No need for much security when Overlord is scary enough. I mean the cells will shock a bot who tries to break the walls or door. But, yeah even if they can escape, they wouldn't dare.”

Predaking peered through the slots of the cells around him, finding scowling brutish bots, many with scars and tattoos.

Sixshot explained, “This level holds the most dangerous prisoners. These are some of the Star Seekers. Space pirates: enemies of the Decepticons and even the Autobots. They despise all Cybertronians.”

A voice growled, “With good reason.”

In the darkness of his cell, a bot stood with his red eyes penetrating the darkness.

“Thundertron,” Black Shadow said. “Leader of the Star Seekers and major enemy of Megatron. Very, very important prize Overlord captured.”

Predaking nodded. As they went on down the hall, he noticed that the electronic signs above these cells were blank.

“Previously, I had seen cells marked by numbers. What do they mean?” Predaking asked.

“Oh...” Black Shadow began. “We actually don’t know. It’s only for the Autobots though. It’s weird, but Overlord starts them at 412. Every time a bot fights in his random gladiator battles, the number goes down one. He said though that if you can guess the meaning of the number, you will be spared of the arena. But if you guess wrong, then you die. So... nobody guesses.”

Predaking’s eyebrows shot up. Black Shadow shrugged and pointed at the numbers now starting to reappear above cell doors.

Sixshot added, “Even I did research and couldn’t find anything relating the number 412 to Overlord or Megatron. But if I had to guess, because I can say what I want without fear—”

He peeked at the Autobots in the adjacent cells. They didn’t appear to be listening.

“—it's part of Overlord's old designation. Like how Megatron was D-16. Overlord likely originated from the South despite his posh Polyhexian accent. He was probably a number before and 'Overlord' was a chosen name. What he is doing to these Autobots seems to be vengeance.”

“Vengeance...” rumbled an incredibly deep voice. Predaking, Sixshot, and Black Shadow peered through the slot of a cell to a red-eyed shadow as large as Overlord.

“Maximus,” Sixshot stated. “The Sixth Campaign Leader of the Autobots.”

The number 12 hung above his cell, the lowest Predaking had yet seen.

“How long before he makes me fight you, beast?” Maximus growled. “A monstrous Decepticon plaything… Predacons—they taunted me! Four Predacons to spice up the arena! I abhor you already. All the Autobots you will rip to shreds for his entertainment... Vengeance! No—only pleasure! But I will get my hands on you Predacons. I’ll mangle you and kill you all if I can get away with it!”

“Evening to you too,” Black Shadow said, then nudged Predaking with his wing. “He says something bloody every time you walk past him. He's so unstable that Overlord won't let Trepan treat him no matter how bad his wounds are!”

“Trepan!” Maximus hissed. “I will rip his limbs off one by one, peel him down to his wiring, and twist off his screaming head!”

“Ha!” Black Shadow laughed. “You would have already done that if you could! You wouldn’t even kill a Vehicon! Your frame just rattles at the thought of pissing off Overlord!”

Footsteps thumped up to the door. A blue Autobot appeared and gripped the upper window of the cell with one hand and set down the stub of the other. But now, Maximus had nothing to say. He snarled as the group walked away from him.

“And here is Star Saber,” Black Shadow carried on. “Sixshot’s old rival from the Fifth Campaign.”

“A respectable opponent.” Sixshot peered into the cell. “Hello, Star Saber.”

Under the sign 104, a large red, white, and blue Autobot padded up to the window. He asked gently, “So Megatron has not come? I overheard that the Nemesis arrived… piloted by Autobots.”

“No word about Lord Megatron’s whereabouts yet,” Sixshot told him. “The Autobots claimed that the War is over, that Megatron renounced the cause and vanished. We saw a video of it, but it might be fake.”

“I do not believe the Autobots would fabricate such a thing,” Star Saber replied. “We have never used such a tactic before.”

“Hmm... Do you believe so?”

“I believe the video is real. The Autobots who came here must have been on a mission of peace…”

“Well, they must be very disappointed now.” Sixshot crossed his arms. “Overlord is not interested in peace with the Autobots. And honestly, it's for the best that Overlord thinks that video is fake. Lord Megatron is the only reason you are still online…”

He trailed off and shot an apologetic look at Star Saber.

“I hope you'll reach 0 on your count before we figure out what has happened to Lord Megatron.”

Sixshot drew away and they continued down the hall. Predaking hurried along, ever more impatient to find out the condition of his brethren.

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Continue to 5_10

 

Maximus:

Notes:

Art:
Maximus concept: Cuppajj (Tumblr)

Chapter 55: 5_6

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You chose to lie

 

Overlord is infatuated with Megatron, Predaking remembered. So I must feign having been loyal to him.

“The Autobots stormed the warship,” Predaking gulped. “Alongside the others I tried to fight them off, but they had come with relics. They managed to overpower us…”

As Predaking strained to recall details from the many Vehicon stories he had heard, he decided to skip mentioning Megatron's death.

“We were defeated and imprisoned separately,” Predaking said.

Overlord pressed, “What did they do with Lord Megatron then?”

“I… am not certain. The Autobots released me, and then I never saw the Decepticon high command again… Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave—I do not know where any of them are now."

Predaking tensed like a beam trying to keep his plates from rattling.

“Then the video of Lord Megatron's defection...” Overlord continued. “It must be fake, yes? Krok showed it to me. But we are under the impression the video is an Autobot trick, not Bumblebee's memory as they claim."

The video? How could he believe it was fabricated? Predaking glanced at Krok. His red eyes were wide, urging Predaking to humour Overlord.

“I-it may be fake,” Predaking said.

Overlord smiled slowly and nodded. Relief washed down Predaking's back to see that he had been appeased.

“Of course it is an Autobot fabrication made to damage Decepticon morale!” Overlord spread his arms. “They have Lord Megatron behind bars, but they keep the truth from the Decepticons who would otherwise rescue him! The Autobots would rather make us complacent, sapped of hope and fighting spirit, believing our leader abandoned us! I will show everyone the truth; I will find Lord Megatron.”

Predaking leaned back. Just how far will he go, searching for the truth he wants to hear?

A voice suddenly spoke through Overlord’s comms, gentle but drained of energy.

“I’m finished now… The rest will live…”

Overlord touched the corner of his lips with a knuckle. The Seeker twins glanced up at him; Overlord sighed, “He is displeased. I will have to speak with him later.”

Overlord switched his attention back to those gathered before him. “If any of you are knowledgeable in ship repairs, accompany Lyzack and Leozack to the Nemesis.”

Krok glanced at his soldiers. “Crankcase and Fulcrum.”

The Seeker twins separated from Overlord’s side and led the two Decepticons away.

“I will interrogate the Autobots,” Overlord decided. “But not until I have broken them in. For now, they will marinate in their confusion and fear. Tomorrow, I will destroy the last of their resolve.”

Overlord dismissed Krok, Misfire, and Spinister.

“You are free to enjoy the premises. Find yourselves your own quarters.”

Predaking’s spark hammered as the Nemesis Decepticons left. Now, he was alone with Overlord and the other two Campaign Leaders.

“Unfortunately, I still need to be convinced of your loyalty,” Overlord carried on. “I will allow you the freedom to roam, but under surveillance. Sixshot, Black Shadow—explain to him the laws of Elba and provide him a tour. If he behaves these next few solar cycles, then I shall release his fellow Predacons and allow them to join our attack on Cybertron. If the Predacons prove they are not as loyal to the Decepticons as Predaking claimed, then they shall suffer the same as the Autobots and the Star Seekers.”

Sixshot and Black Shadow stepped forward.

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Continue to 5_84

 

Leozack and Lyzack:

Notes:

Art:
Leozack and Lyzack concept: Emperor Kumquat

Chapter 56: 5_7

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Rewind shared with Predaking everything he had learned from exploring the Institute and reading all archives pertaining to Overlord.

“The Nemesis still had files on him, but what was stored on Elba got deleted except for his old gladiatorial videos. And Overlord's signal is unregistered too! But the most suspicious thing is his medical profile got erased on Elba. I got a copy of it from the Nemesis' database... but there doesn't seem to be anything amiss. He just has two sets of every organ. But I'm gonna try to get to First Aid so he can have a look. You wanna in the meantime try to ask bots about Trepan without drawing suspicion?”

“I can try…” Predaking muttered.

Rewind advised, “Use your youth as an excuse for asking questions, since you don’t know much about the War at all.”

“Understood…”

Rewind held his chin. “There really is something weird going on with Overlord medically. While I've been watchin' him, he's never consumed energon or recharged. Though his optics are turning pink so he's becoming deficient. Why isn't he refuelling? And yeah, think about how he keeps a doctor real close to 'im. We gotta find out about that. Just be careful though, going around. Overlord is on patrol, circling through the warship, the prison levels, and all the halls. If you see him, act like a good Decepticon.”

“I wonder if defeating Overlord is as simple as terminating Trepan,” Predaking said. “Although, Sixshot and Black Shadow warned me that Overlord would react with extreme violence.”

“We won't assassinate Trepan,” Rewind affirmed. “That could guarantee a death sentence to all Autobots here. Just gather information for now without engaging with Trepan or Overlord.”

“At least, Overlord's approach would be audible thus I will be able to avoid him.”

“Right. Okay, off you go. Don't look for me; I'll find you later!”

Rewind transformed into a small black pod then flew up to the ceiling. He waited there until Predaking stepped out the doors, then Rewind slipped out like a silent shadow, following the edge of the ceiling and hiding behind the decorative beams of the hall. Predaking dropped his gaze to not draw attention to him.

Am I still expected to have my escorts? Predaking wondered while walking. One was injured regardless...

Predaking clenched his teeth at the thought of Black Shadow. But he wore the mask of a curious face as he wandered toward an elevator and headed down to a prison level. As he entered the dark hall with glaring white lights, Decepticon guards turned away from their electronic game.

“My knowledge concerning the Campaigns is lacking,” Predaking explained. “I wish to interrogate Autobots on how they were defeated. I was only recently created by Shockwave to serve Lord Megatron, therefore there is still much for me to learn.”

"So you wanna set off Max making him talk about how he lost?" a Decepticon chuckled. "Ha, go ahead!"

The Decepticons turned back to their game as Predaking padded down the hall.

It seems the Decepticons perceive me as one of them after I fought the Star Seekers... Unless the reveal of my beast-form simply reminded them of Shockwave. Nonetheless, it is not with them I now wish to converse. Sixshot said Trepan was taken from the prison before he took control of Overlord. Who did Trepan previously serve?

On his way to Maximus' cell, Predaking passed the Star Seekers. One of them lunged at the window of her cell and yelled at him in an accent so thick he barely understood her words. He paused, piecing together the message:

“You!” she had snarled. “Frag you, Cybertronian! Your friend paralyzed my leader and my partner!”

[The pirate was red with gold tattoos and piercings. Her fingers were clawed and beastly wings were tucked behind her back.] As savage as she was in appearance and mood, Predaking felt a twinge of sympathy. From the audience, she had been forced to watch strangers defeat her comrades.

Predaking replied, “I had not known Ripclaw had that ability, but the effects of her venom may wear off.”

“Is that what you think?” she hissed. “Even if it does, I will never forgive you! Never forgive damned sparkless Cybertronians!”

Predaking despised being unfairly judged. Yet as much as his honour wanted him to defend himself, he might not have time to dawdle. Overlord could show up before he had a chance to interrogate prisoners about Trepan.

However, if we do manage to defeat Overlord and release the prisoners, I do not wish for the Star Seekers to become our adversaries. We should stand united against the Decepticons as allies.

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Choice 1: Talk to the Star Seeker....... Go to 5_58
Choice 2: Go to Fortress Maximus..... Go to 5_13

Chapter 57: 5_8

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You chose to talk to Spinister

 

Predaking slunk over to Spinister and whispered, “I want to talk to you.”

The brawny Decepticon medic didn't even glance at him.

“Listen..." Predaking murmured. "I know that you desire revenge against the Autobots. But we must break the cycle of violence. We must stop Overlord from slaughtering every last Autobot."

Spinister turned his head slightly toward him.

Predaking urged, "Do you have any intel? Have you heard anything about Trepan?”

Spinister still stared forward. Predaking dreaded suddenly that the Decepticon was incapable of speech.

“Autobot inbound!” Sixshot called through Hellbat's comms.

The present Decepticons fell silent and Predaking stopped talking. Everyone watched Hellbat. His head spikes spread, stretching red membranes between them. As they began to quiver, a high-pitched buzzing commenced. Slowly, Hellbat's membranes warmed to pink. The decorative swirls upon them ignited with white light.

Smokescreen burst through the wall and zipped through a Decepticon. Hellbat twirled around and purred, "Sleep!"

The Autobot dropped to his knees. With a hanging jaw, Smokescreen struggled to lift his head as Hellbat stepped closer.

"Wha..." Smokescreen's eyes slid shut. He collapsed face-first into the floor.

"Shhhh..." Hellbat smiled and knelt. "Sleep."

Smokescreen lay sprawled and limp. After poking the Autobot, Hellbat unclipped the Phase Shifter from his arm. His bright membranes cooled back to red and the buzzing subsided. While holding the Phase Shifter, Hellbat scooped up Smokescreen then wrapped his arms around him.

“Hellbat, stop hugging the Autobot!” a Decepticon growled.

“Whoops! Force of habit,” he giggled.

Hellbat stood up, letting Smokescreen slip to the floor. The other Decepticons pounced and pinned the Autobot. Smokescreen groaned while one Decepticon reported into his comms, "Overlord, the loose Autobot's been captured in the med bay!"

Not long after, heavy footfalls shook the floor. Overlord marched into the room with his lieutenants, towering over them all.

“His Phase Shifter, Sir!” Hellbat chirped and held up the relic.

Smiling, Overlord leaned over and pinched the Phase Shifter between his finger and thumb.

“Such a powerful little toy…” he hummed. “It shouldn't be in the hands of Autobot protoforms.”

The relic exploded into pieces. When Smokescreen groaned again, Overlord turned and reached for him. Thick black fingers grasped Smokescreen's neck. With a holler, Smokescreen's eyes flared open and he floundered. Predaking's spark jumped and First Aid mewled in the background.

"A classic show of Autobot heroism... so eternally vexing," Overlord drawled. He hoisted Smokescreen into the air, pausing to watch him squirm. "You thought you could save your comrades without a plan. Because with enough spirit, you can achieve anything, hmm?"

"Sm-Smokescreen..." said a light voice.

Overlord gazed with everyone else at Arcee, rolled on her side on a distant berth. Her fearful eyes fought fatigue and pain to stay open. Slowly, Overlord looked back to Smokescreen and sighed.

“The price of what you have done, Smokescreen, will hurt them more than it hurts you...”

“No!” First Aid wailed.

An Autobot medic shushed him.

When Overlord spoke next, his voice rang from all speakers in the building: “Release the prisoners.”

“Overlord, Sir,” Spinister announced. “I must inform you: Predaking intends to thwart your plans and escape Elba with the prisoners. He tried to confide in me just now.”

Overlord dropped Smokescreen at the feet of his lieutenants, who jabbed his throat with their spears. Predaking's blood ran cold as Overlord faced him.

“Lies!” Predaking gasped.

Overlord stomped up to him. "Why would the good doctor lie to me?"

Predaking stumbled back and crashed into medical equipment. "B-because we were enemies—"

"Enemies? Were you not a loyal Decepticon?" Overlord snapped. "I trust Spinister is loyal. But you... for what reason are you in the med bay?"

Predaking made a dash for the exit. Overlord’s hands shot out and seized his head. While Predaking's feet slipped from under him, he never fell as Overlord dragged him back on his heels.

"You sought to aid the reckless Autobot, didn't you?" Overlord accused.

Spreading his fingers around Predaking's face, Overlord pressed in hard. After a wet crunch, there was nothing more.

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Game Over: A recipe for mashed brains

Notes:

Art:
Predaking and Spinister: Breis23
Overlord breaks the Phase Shifter: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Overlord crushes Predaking's head: Zoomy Woomy

Chapter 58: 5_9

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The cells of his Autobot crewmates were empty. As for the Predacons, they were locked up where they had been before. Darksteel and Ripclaw were in beast-mode: Darksteel pacing in his cell while Ripclaw rested in hers. Predaking gazed at her sadly. Skylynx transformed to bot-form upon spotting Predaking.

“Ripclaw is recovering,” Skylynx told him.

Predaking asked, “How are you faring?”

“I am well. I imagine, your condition is worse than mine. How are things outside the prison?”

“Currently, I am on a perilous mission.”

Skylynx exhaled, “I see. I wish you luck... just take caution. Overlord wanders the prison levels.”

"I am already aware. I will take care to avoid him," Predaking breathed. "Have no fear."

Bidding his brethren farewell, Predaking drifted away. After only a few paces, he discovered Fulcrum and Misfire in separate cells. Both sat battered and in miserable balls, but glanced up hopefully as Predaking strode by. He did not stop for them, unsure how to feel about them.

Beyond them, Predaking discovered the new additions to Overlord’s collection. Despite however many Wreckers had originally come, there were now only around twenty survivors. Not a single one was conscious. Predaking found Ultra Magnus among them, drilled with holes from his head to his feet. Old energon pooled beneath him, and if the lights on his body had not been aglow, Ultra Magnus would have appeared dead.

“Ultra Magnus?” Predaking murmured.

He grunted but did not stir.

All the Wreckers had received minimal medical attention, perhaps just enough to keep them alive. They lay in their drying blood, some missing limbs, one missing the metal of his face. Predaking recognized Warpath in one of the cells, lying back with his chest cannon snapped in half.

Pity drowned Predaking's spark. He pictured the Wreckers courageously charging down to Elba in the belief that they would save the Nemesis crew. Now he dreaded what would happen to them if Overlord couldn't be stopped.

Will all prisoners eventually be disposed of? Would some of them be kept online to serve as fodder in a new arena on Cybertron?

With slow and heavy footsteps, Predaking finished a loop around the prison level. Once he returned to the guards from before, one teased him, “Did you learn much?”

“Yes," Predaking replied. "I have learned how Overlord demolished the Sixth Campaign army in one fell swoop and how he conquered the Fifth Autobot Campaign thereafter.”

“Impressive, isn’t it?” one of the Decepticons laughed.

They all smirked.

“Indeed,” Predaking lied.

He slipped out of the dark prison. As he ascended in an elevator to the ground level, he considered his options. Perhaps he could talk to Sixshot, if not Black Shadow, in case there were other possible Decepticon allies besides Hellbat. Gritting his teeth, Predaking mulled over the idea; Sixshot was still far too close to the one who had nearly killed Bumblebee.

Predaking wandered into a wing of the Institute he had not yet explored. He found Hellbat swaying by a window, but as soon as they made eye contact, Hellbat's smile dropped.

“Why did you ask me those questions in public? Were you trying to get me in trouble?” Hellbat whined. “Look, just forget my past actions, alright? I got mixed up with the wrong crowd…”

“So you did attempt to assassinate Overlord.”

“Shh-shhhh! That was a terrible idea; I was scared and dumb. Leozack made me understand that Overlord is our hero. We should be thankful for how he risked his life in the Apex Project. Also Overlord did save me from crazy Max, hehe..”

“I want to know why you were spared after an assassination attempt.”

“Well, Overlord doesn’t know, though everyone else does.” Hellbat twirled. “Fortunately, everyone likes me enough to keep my little secret!”

“Leozack is one of Overlord’s lieutenants. Even the lieutenants forgave you for what you had attempted?”

“Well, what can I say except Leo has a soft spot for me?” Hellbat tittered. “I’m the only one who could have gotten away with it! His sister Lyzack wanted to flay me, but Leozack protected me. But of course, he really told me off… He was crazy mad that I tried to hurt Overlord. But I wouldn’t ever try it again!”

Hellbat galloped away to a small group of Decepticons, too fast to pursue without drawing attention. However, Predaking made a mental note.

One of the lieutenants has divided loyalties while the other is entirely devoted to protecting Overlord... Now which one was Leozack?

Predaking continued on then stopped at a window. Beyond the glass, there sat the Nemesis under the storm. Dozens, perhaps a hundred, Decepticons worked on repairs at the front and back ends of the ship.

What if the vessel will be battle-ready before the time that Rewind predicted? he worried.

Someone called, “Hey, Predacon.”

He turned. Three Vehicons stood outside of a locked doorway. Predaking's mouth pulled to the side as he wondered if any of them had been the ones who stabbed Bulkhead and Wheeljack.

“Are you lost or looking for something?” one of them asked.

“No... I was just about to seek Sixshot,” he answered.

“Oh,” one said. “He just went into this hall.”

The Vehicon jerked his head toward the closed doors behind him.

“It’s not really a forbidden area. We’ll let you in if you want.”

Predaking checked the sign for the hall. Hall W? He was certain that had not been on Sixshot's list of halls to avoid.

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Choice 1: Go into the hall.............. Go to 5_31
Choice 2: Continue wandering....... Go to 5_92

Chapter 59: 5_10

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When Sixshot and Black Shadow led Predaking around a corner, another hall of prison cells stretched on. However, Predaking recognized the Decepticon guards at the end of it.

“I was in this hall!” he exclaimed.

Noticing four cells without numbered signs, Predaking rushed to them. He looked through the slot of the first door to find Skylynx tucked in the back, blinking back at him with half-lidded eyes. His jaw and neck plating had been reattached, but thick silver scars served as a reminder of what he had survived.

Predaking softly asked, “Skylynx, are you alright?”

Skylynx grumbled and crawled up to the door. At the same time, Ripclaw and Darksteel called out.

“Predaking?” Darksteel piped up.

“Predaking?” Ripclaw gasped. “Are you free?”

Predaking stepped back so he could see all three of them at once. “I am thankful that you all survived.”

As Black Shadow and Sixshot stopped beside him, Ripclaw growled, “What are you doing with those Decepticons?”

“They mean us no harm,” Predaking replied. “They were assigned to monitor me to test my loyalty. If I can prove to Overlord that we are loyal Decepticons, he will free us.”

“You mean us Predacons, right?” Ripclaw squinted. “We might get out, but no one else?”

“Our Decepticon crewmates are free, but...”

Sixshot said, “Chromedome, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Smokescreen are in their cells. Sideswipe, Arcee, and Pipes were critically injured, thus are in the med bay. Your non-combatant medic was recruited to the medic team and is now helping treat them.”

Nine Autobots? Predaking's eyes bugged. They had come with ten Autobots and five Decepticons. Someone still wasn’t accounted for. Ripclaw's eyes expanded as well, but she kept her jaw shut.

Who is missing...? Predaking thought. Then he said, “I will go, for now. Rest and stay out of trouble. Do not try to escape, or else—”

“We know,” Ripclaw murmured.

“I will see you soon.”

Past Darksteel and Ripclaw, Predaking found his former cell. Shifting his jaw, he was fascinated how in his previous state of terror, he had never considered that he might have been beside his brethren all along. In the cells beside his or across the hall, he jolted to find his Autobot crewmates in the shadows. 412 hovered above them.

“Predaking?” Bumblebee murmured. His round blue eyes whirled in the dark.

“Try not to talk to them,” Sixshot warned Predaking. “The guards down the hall are watching.”

Every Autobot shuffled to their cell doors. Too short to peer through the upper slots, they fell onto their hands and knees to look through the lower slots into the hall.

“What a disgraceful design...” Predaking gulped. His crewmates looked pathetic, battered and on all fours, looking up at him with shocked eyes.

Black Shadow replied, “The cells were never finished, if you were wondering why they have those open windows. But when Overlord suddenly became invincible, it didn't matter that the cells weren't ready. He is the prison that holds them here.”

Sixshot added, “The upper windows were so that he would see the prisoners in their cells. The lower windows were meant for energon. But... they compel the average-sized bot to bow for a glimpse outside.”

“I am sorry,” Predaking murmured to his crewmates as he turned away. He stared down the hall at the Decepticon guards whose eyes bored into him.

“Eh, don't be,” Black Shadow said. “They—oh scrap! That cell is empty!”

The Seeker pointed at the cell beside Bulkhead's.

“An Autobot's escaped!”

The guards sprinted down the hall at his holler. They crouched, peeking through the lower slot while Predaking stared through the upper one. Inside, the cell was truly empty despite the marker of 412.

“General!” a guard shouted. “An Autobot escaped his cell! An Autobot is loose!”

Overlord’s smooth voice came over his comms. “And how did he manage that?”

Predaking backed away as though he would be blamed. As he did, he heard the faintest whisper of his name. His eyes flicked to the side, finding Chromedome in the back of his cell.

Chromedome whispered, “Have you seen…?”

He pointed at his shoulder. Finally, it clicked; Predaking knew who was missing.

Rewind!

In response, Predaking shook his head. Chromedome smiled and sank in relief.

Overlord’s voice echoed from every hall in the building: “It appears we have an escapee who does not yet understand the grave mistake he has just made. I want him captured alive. This foolish Autobot named Smokescreen is an average-sized four-wheeler, blue and yellow. And I know he hears me now. Smokescreen, the more trouble you cause me, the more pain you and your friends will endure. Surrender. You have no chance here."

“Come on!” Black Shadow pushed Predaking along. “We’re expected to join the hunt!”

Predaking froze, horrified as he imagined Smokescreen in Overlord’s clutches, squirming and wailing the same way as Pipes.

Sixshot shoved him a bit harder than Black Shadow had. “Do not hesitate; always obey his commands!”

Predaking and the Campaign leaders bolted to the nearest elevator while the guards held their positions. From a speaker within the elevator, they heard a Decepticon report: “Autobot spotted in Hall C! He, he just dove through a wall!”

Sixshot jabbed a different option on the elevator's keypad.

“I have a hunch,” Sixshot said, “that he’ll read a map and think there’s a big button in Hall S to unlock all the cells...”

“He does seem to have that level of stupidity,” Black Shadow agreed.

Once the door opened, Sixshot and Black Shadow jogged toward the signs pointing toward Security.

“Stay there; this area is forbidden to you!” Sixshot called. “Report or capture that Autobot if you see him!”

They left as more Decepticon voices called through the hall speakers.

“The Autobot is running through doors!”

“He has a Phaseshifter!”

“Hall F—”

There was a blastershot that had tried to silence the last Decepticon who spoke.

“—Gah! Dirty Autobot—he’s running! Dropped down to level 2!”

A new authoritative voice spoke, much lighter than Overlord’s: “Hellbat, report to Hall H.”

Hellbat? The assassin from that story is still alive? How? For what reason?

Predaking wondered if he should find this Decepticon who could serve as an ally. He could pretend to join the search for Smokescreen, however... he did not know if it was worth the risk of being caught without his escorts.

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Choice 1: Find Hall H........................ Go to 5_34
Choice 2: Stay where you were told... Go to 5_23

Notes:

Art:
Predacons in their cells: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 60: 5_11

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Predaking followed Sixshot and Black Shadow as they slowly strolled around the Institute, speaking with individuals and small groups to instill fear of Overlord. Only a few Decepticons were avoided, likely Overlord's original Sixth Campaign soldiers.

Sixshot would ask the soldiers, “If somehow Overlord could be incapacitated... would you remain loyal to him or take the opportunity to escape?”

Time passed by with still no word of Overlord's return. Sixshot and Black Shadow visited the guards in the prison levels and the Nemesis full of Decepticons too anxious to continue repairs. When they returned to the Institute, Predaking spoke up in an empty hall: “So you two are officially committed to betraying Overlord if given the chance.”

“Always have been,” Black Shadow said. “But I'm still not going to act unless there is a hundred percent chance we can end him. Otherwise, we're fragged.”

Predaking told them, “Since we are allies, let me now divulge that we have Autobot spies aiding us.”

“You mean like, Autobots running around here?” Black Shadow blinked.

“Indeed. Let me share more in a private room.”

Predaking and the Campaign leaders stepped out of the hall to behind closed doors.

“Arcee's termination was staged,” Predaking admitted. “She is free and her life signal has been unregistered from the system. The mastermind behind this plan was Rewind, who has been travelling around the Institute undetected all this time.”

Sixshot’s thick eyebrows raised. “I know of Rewind. He could sneak into Hall G and figure out what goes on in there.”

The Minicon dropped from the ceiling, transformed, and landed on Predaking's shoulder.

“You bet!” Rewind declared. “I've already had a look around there, but what I'm really waitin' to see is Trepan and Overlord in Hall G. Otherwise there ain't anything suspicious to see.” 

“Scrap! Right above us?” Black Shadow exclaimed. “I didn't even hear you!”

“I've been following you for cycles.”

“You'd make a scary assassin, frag. You're good.”

Rewind clapped his hands. “Anyway, are you all ready for some intel? Because I think now's the time to act. Trepan is in powerdown in Hall G room 9.”

[Rewind projected a recording on the wall from the camera on his head: Trepan lay over a berth adjusted to his size, his head over his crossed arms and his eyes closed.]

“Ohh so he's totally alone?” Black Shadow grinned. “How about we snatch him now and squeeze Overlord’s weakness out of him!”

Rewind said, “Yeah, Trepan's alone. Lyzack's missing, gone after Overlord, and Leozack's in the morgue. But who knows when Overlord will come back? If you want Trepan, you better get to it.”

Black Shadow proclaimed, “Alright, but we better shut off the comms so Trepan can’t call for help!”

Sixshot warned, “I know you've always wanted to get your hands on him, but if Trepan doesn't spill any secrets, we're done for when Overlord gets back.”

“Now's also a good time to interrogate Leozack,” Rewind added. “He should know everything Trepan does.”

Black Shadow said, “Divide and conquer then, if we jump both Leozack and Trepan now. we might get some useful information before Overlord returns!”

“I'll go with you,” Sixshot declared. “And if we go after one, Predaking can go after the other.”

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Choice 1: Go after Trepan.......... Go to 5_78
Choice 2: Go after Leozack........ Go to 5_81

Chapter 61: 5_12

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Predaking, Sixshot, Black Shadow and Rewind met in the same room they had departed from, now with Arcee dropping in from a carved out hole in the ceiling. There, the Decepticon Campaign leaders shifted restlessly on their feet.

Black Shadow exclaimed, “We were able to convince the guards to let us into Hall G, so we snuck up on the sleeping slagger! But when we threatened him, Trepan panicked and told us he had a private comm link, so if we didn't leave, he'd call in Overlord. He also said he wouldn’t tell Overlord what happened if we let him go. I thought that was scrap, then out of nowhere, he scratches my arm with his scalpels!”

[Black Shadow lifted his hand off his forearm to flash his newly welded scars.]

“Ten of them! Frag! So then Sixshot grabs him but Trepan cries, ‘I won’t let him hurt the prisoners! I can make him not do it’! So then we demand info about Overlord’s weakness, but Trepan says Overlord doesn’t have one. Felt like he was lying, but he promised if we forgot about this, he wouldn't let Overlord attack us. That's when we heard Overlord over Trepan’s damn comm. He did have a private link! Overlord said he was coming back to G-9."

Sixshot finished, “We told Trepan that we had allies ready to kill him if anything happened to us. We spooked him. Trepan patched up Black Shadow’s arm and vacuumed up the blood, so now there's no trace of what happened. But if Overlord does dispatch us, remember that Overlord will still go to Hall G one way or another. With or without us, you must see what Trepan does when he is alone with Overlord.”

“We'll be ready,” Rewind said. “I pre-drilled peepholes into every room of Hall-G. Arcee and I won't miss it. Rely on us and you go back to what you were doing before: spreading fear of Overlord.”

The group separated again with Predaking following the Campaign leaders around the Institute. Before they travelled far, however, Overlord's voice came through the speakers. The group froze, listening intently to Overlord's flat voice devoid of its usual pomp.

“There has been a change of plans... Accelerate your efforts to repair the Nemesis. We will depart for Cybertron tomorrow...”

Decepticons surged through the halls like a wave heading out to the warship. Predaking, Black Shadow, and Sixshot pressed against the wall out of the way. Once they had passed, Sixshot said, "Actually, I think Shadow and I should return to Security. It's where we will be expected to be. Come with us though.”

They took Predaking into the empty Hall S then the Security room. The dozens of screens displayed more empty halls, but they watched Leozack jogging into Hall G.

“Yeah, no cameras in there,” Black Shadow sighed.

They could only wait. Soon however, a trio of slowly moving Decepticons caught their attention: Krok, Crankcase, and Spinister wandered through the halls.

“They are looking for something...” Sixshot said.

The Decepticons vanished into the elevator and reappeared on one of the sparsely guarded prison levels. Approaching Predaking's brethren, they spoke to them.

“...For you.” Black Shadow glanced at Predaking.

Sixshot led Predaking out of Security. “'Shadow, call me if you hear back from the Autobots. I think those three 'Cons might want to join our side.”

They descended to the prison level and found Krok, Spinister, and Crankcase comforting Misfire and Fulcrum in their cells.

“Predaking, there you are.” Krok turned. “We know you’re not onboard with what Overlord plans to do.”

Predaking steeled himself.

Krok said, “You lied to Overlord about being a true Decepticon, and I know you would have never killed that Autobot, Arcee. You are conspiring to stop him, but now we want to help you.”

Predaking squinted at them. Krok glanced at Crankcase.

Crankcase mumbled, “It’s not because Overlord gave us a rough time. It’s because in the med bay, I had to look at Sideswipe’s dumb face and it made me think of Sideswipe Jr., the kid. He had an Autobot symbol on his chest because the ‘Bots thought marking their kids with war insignias was a great idea. Except when Overlord reaches Cybertron and starts slaughtering, he won’t know the difference between the soldiers and the New Sparks…”

Crankcase sighed deeply.

“And more than just saving those kids' lives, we were thinking… Maybe it’s time we stopped fighting for their sake. If we drag on this war, all we’re doing is roping the youth into our past. We made that mistake with the last generation and with you, Predaking. No more. Cybertron has something decent going on right now, so we shouldn't ruin that.”

Krok continued, “No one ever trusted us on the Nemesis. The way they insulted us and wanted to restrain us only made us want to betray the Autobots. I took out my rage on Chromedome. But if you can forgive my actions in the arena, then we can work as allies. Tell me everything you know and I will help you formulate a plan to stop Overlord.”

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Choice 1: Trust Krok............ Go to 5_85
Choice 2: Don’t trust Krok... Go to 5_80

Chapter 62: 5_13

Notes:

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You chose to go to Fortress Maximus

 

Predaking apologized quickly to the Star Seeker and departed, fearing that Overlord may interrupt his gathering of intel. He left her snarling in her cell as he headed down to the Sixth Autobot Campaign Leader.

Predaking arrived to the cell with the lowest number. Before he could say a word, Maximus flung himself against the door.

“I'm surprised he didn't pit you beasts against me!” Maximus snarled before Predaking could say a word. “That was the first time he allowed me to skip one of his fights! But next time when we do face each other, Predacon, I will destroy you!”

“There may not be a next time,” Predaking uttered. “In a few solar cycles, Overlord will leave Elba to massacre all Autobots on Cybertron.”

Maximus froze, his wrathful expression wiped blank.

“No,” he choked. “No, no, no… Overlord cannot leave Elba...”

“I am here to stop him,” Predaking whispered.

“He cannot be stopped.” Maximus’ red eyes went hollow. “He is a demon. An invincible spawn of Unicron that can only be appeased, not defeated.”

“He is no demon, but a Cybertronian experiment,” Predaking pressed. “Aid me in defeating him. Trepan is the key, do you not concur? The doctor controls Overlord.”

“Don't you touch Trepan.” Maximus jammed his good hand through the window but failed to grab Predaking. “Overlord will kill you then every last prisoner!”

The massive Autobot held his own face and backed away.

“Was killing Trepan not your intention?” Predaking questioned.

“Just a dream...” Maximus quaked.

“I do not intend to kill Trepan,” Predaking assured him. “I would prefer Overlord to attempt it himself.”

Maximus spread his fingers and peeked at him through them. “That would never happen.”

“They say Trepan experimented on Overlord and brainwashed him. What if Overlord would desire revenge if his free will were restored? And if Overlord could be made to attack Trepan, then Trepan may exploit a weakness of his to terminate him.”

“You believe Overlord is brainwashed?” Maximus grunted. “That is an odd hypothesis… I highly doubt Trepan has the ability to do that. And I don’t think turning Overlord against Trepan is as easy as flipping a switch.”

“I heard that Trepan used to be a famous processor surgeon.”

Maximus straightened, narrowing his pupils. “Trepan is just a doctor—albeit the sickest one in existence—who derives pleasure from watching bodies break over and over again. That is why Overlord likes him so much; Trepan feeds him ideas and fixes his toys. Overlord brings us to the verge of death and Trepan swoops in to repair us so they can do it all again.”

Predaking cut in, “But I also heard that Trepan and the twin lieutenants take Overlord to Hall G nearly every solar cycle. Seemingly to fine-tune their control over him.”

Maximus raised his brows.

Why has Rewind not seen that yet? Predaking wondered.

“Overlord obtained his invincibility from the Apex Project,” Predaking went on. “So before then, he behaved differently, correct?”

“Overlord was just a Decepticon brute,” Maximus muttered. “Strong, but manageable. I had eliminated most of his army and would have finished them all off if it weren’t for the success of that project! But when I first arrived here with my army, he had already taken over the Institute and forced the scientists to work for him.”

“And Trepan?”

Maximus bared his teeth. “Trepan? Trepan was my medic.”

“Your medic?”

“He is a traitor!” Maximus growled. “I never imagined this from him! One of my medics, the quietest one—seized the opportunity to side with Overlord!”

“So then Trepan came to Elba with you?”

“He did,” Maximus uttered. “Trepan was an Autobot. Now he calls himself a Decepticon and has a grand fun time with the enemy. I hate him, but oh how I hate him for playing innocent all that time when he had the slimiest spark of all!”

“When did he switch his allegiance?”

“Instantly. The cycle Overlord became invincible and massacred my army… when one hundred fell and the survivors were captured. I was with Trepan. Damn myself, I had protected that two-wheeler from Overlord’s blasterfire. I was imprisoned with Trepan when Leozack turned up to take him away. After that, Trepan went missing. And Overlord as well. But when I heard a rumour that Overlord was in stasis, I broke out and sought to kill as many ‘Cons as I could. He couldn’t stop me, I thought, and if I killed fast enough maybe they wouldn’t wake him in time. I did not get far before he appeared. Maybe the rumour had been false or they had simply woken him instantly… But Trepan was with him.”

Maximus sighed.

“Maybe… your hypothesis is true. Overlord acted strange the day he and Trepan returned. Trepan saw me first and started screaming. Then Overlord came charging in and he started screaming too. It sounded quite unlike him; gladiators don’t scream like that. Overlord brutally attacked me but stopped when Trepan told him to. Trepan told Overlord to… punish me instead. Until now, I just thought the sick idea appealed to Overlord, but… it could have been a command.”

“Overlord was screaming?” Predaking twitched at the thought.

“Yes, although that has not happened again since. Nowadays, Overlord just kills anyone who endangers Trepan before the doctor even has to say a word.” Maximus held his chin. “No one ever told me Trepan was continuously experimenting on Overlord. Hall G? Never heard of it. So you believe Trepan is operating on Overlord’s mind?”

“Undoubtedly. In fact, there is an Autobot Minicon spy who believes Overlord may have a medical issue. Overlord's medical profile was erased on Elba. Perhaps Overlord grants Trepan access to repair him and that is when Trepan fine-tunes his control.”

“Ha. If Overlord needs Trepan, then I should just kill him the first chance I get. Maybe now I am craving a jailbreak...”

“Wait!” Predaking gasped. “We are uncertain that is the truth. We must continue our investigation. Let us act together and not throw the lives of others in jeopardy. Perhaps Rewind will see what happens in Hall G.”

“... Did you say Rewind?”

Predaking blinked.

Maximus settled down. “... Rewind. Perhaps you do have a chance.”

“Rewind?” Predaking echoed.

“He, who once worked for Soundwave and shares his outlier ability, who can interact with technology and download data into his mind without damaging it... You are working with one of the stealthiest, most skilled Minicon spies of the Autobot faction…” Maximus grinned. “... and Overlord has no idea he is here. Alright, I will sit tight for now. But if you don't solve the mystery before Overlord prepares to leave Elba, I will break out and kill Trepan.”

“Very well,” Predaking said. “And is that all the information you can provide regarding Trepan?”

“Hm, that's about it. He wears glasses because he is far-sighted.”

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Predaking concluded. “You will be kept updated.”

Predaking strolled down the hall, speaking to other Autobots out of sight of the Decepticon guards around the corner. Even if Sixshot and Black Shadow were watching on camera, he felt at ease. Unfortunately, the other prisoners did not report any exploitable facts about Trepan. Each stressed their passionate hatred for Trepan because of his betrayal. Some admitted he was a medical prodigy with “the touch of Primus”. One Autobot told Predaking that Trepan used to work in the private hospital of Iacon, mainly as a processor surgeon but he also worked in the emergency room. The Autobot explained that he had been treated by Trepan once for a gut injury before the War.

“Bet he loved seeing the worst of the worst,” the Autobot grumbled.

Predaking met the prisoners from the Fifth Campaign. One of them claimed, “I was a biologist. Trepan, I knew of him. He did research on the processor when he wasn't doing shifts at the hospital… What you said could be true. He focused on psychology more than normal for a doctor… He worked with that psychiatrist, Froid, and if you ever met that vexing jerk—you would know anyone close to Froid is no better than him.”

Froid? Predaking was not surprised. Of course those two would have been colleagues.

The Autobot continued, “But if Trepan can’t physically cut into Overlord’s processor, I bet he found another way. Hypnosis, tricks—to gain control of his psyche.”

Predaking wondered, Can we undo mental damage that was not physically inflicted?

Predaking arrived at Star Saber’s cell, but his eyes immediately fell on the Autobot's sheathed sword. Wheeljack had been lacking his twin blades, but Star Saber was permitted to keep his weapon.

Because Star Saber is obedient. His sword is trusted to be turned on Autobots and never Decepticons.

“Is Sixshot there?” Star Saber asked.

“No, only me,” Predaking muttered.

Star Saber glanced away, avoiding eye contact.

Predaking sighed, “Can I ask you if you know anything about Trepan? Or Overlord? Any weakness I can exploit?”

Star Saber hurried to the window. “Are you on our side, Predaking?”

“Yes. I am here to gather information.”

“I’m afraid I have no idea as to how to defeat Overlord…” Star Saber sighed. “When Overlord arrived on Thrull, no ship could take him down. After he had done enough killing, he took my surviving army here with Sixshot's. Eventually, Sixshot disclosed that he was no happier than I with what had happened. He nearly felt as much as a prisoner. I did not know Overlord before, though what I know about him now is that his metal is impenetrable and he cannot feel pain.”

“Cannot feel pain?”

“Ah yes, not at all. Bots have tried other forms of attack on him, such as soundwaves, but he did not have a pain response and he destroyed the assassins. The ununtrium damaged Overlord’s pain receptors, it seems. I realize that Overlord is cruel, but I have seen him harm others unintentionally. It is possible he lacks a sense of touch entirely.”

Predaking thought back to Pipes: how Overlord’s hand had continued to crush him while the general hadn't been looking at him.

“Now Trepan,” Star Saber said, “he used to be Maximus’ medic. It deeply upsets him to see Trepan where he is now, but I do not share Maximus' hatred. Sixshot shared his hypothesis with me about Trepan having brainwashed Overlord. Trepan certainly has the background, and yet… I think there is something everyone has missed. I thought to myself, how could a non-combatant medic be this way? There are greater opportunities for evil; Trepan could have worked as one of Shockwave’s disciples. In principle, a non-combatant medic is sworn to do no harm, to show no partiality but help all factions, and prioritize patients simply by the severity of their wounds.”

Star Saber’s blue eyes radiated tender sadness.

“Trepan is quite reserved. He refuses to speak to his patients about Overlord, which drove Max even madder at the start. But for stellar cycles, I was kind to Trepan; I never snapped at him, never showed him anger. I asked him questions about his well-being instead of his betrayal. Finally, he relaxed his guard. I asked him then why he didn’t wear the Decepticon symbol. He said that his principles would never change. I asked him if he became a Decepticon willingly; he said that he had. Then I asked him why he served Overlord and he became frightened. Frightened, Predaking. Sixshot thinks I misunderstood, but Trepan had started shaking. If Trepan controlled Overlord, why would he be afraid of him?”

Star Saber shook his head.

“My spark knows bots, and I know that Trepan isn’t what they say he is. I see everything he does. I think Trepan gained Overlord’s trust in order to help us, and when he whispers to him, he's convincing him to choose less disturbing acts of violence. Maybe Overlord doesn’t realize Trepan is not an ally to him; Trepan could be hunting for his weakness.”

Predaking objected, “And yet he experiments on Overlord with the twins. What does he do during that time? Why does he not strike? He must have be aware of a physical weakness by now.”

“I wish I knew more, but Trepan won’t tell. All I know is that something is scaring him and he has never harmed his patients by his own hands.”

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Continue to 5_52

Chapter 63: 5_14

Notes:

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“Hey, you.”

Predaking peeled open his eyes. A golden face with a red visor peered through the lower window of his cell. When he failed to respond, the face bared its teeth.

“It’s Crankcase, thickhead.”

“Crankhandle?” Predaking breathed.

“Crankcase.”

Predaking nodded slowly. “Crankcase…”

“I need to tell ya something. Snap out of it and come ‘ere.”

Predaking rose, stumbled to the door, then collapsed on his hands and knees by the window.

"You are free?" Predaking gasped.

“Predacon, listen closely,” Crankcase uttered. “I've never liked you and your arrogance. I know you and your pals just think you're the biggest, strongest Cybertronians. You think every mission's success is due to you. Just watching you stroke each other’s egos sickened me.”

Brows shooting up, Predaking recoiled from the window.

Crankcase went on, “You think you are better than everyone else? You aren’t. You aren’t even better than your fellow Predacons, but you act like their leader with the most incredibly arrogant name: Predaking. You are no king—you have no education or experience! You don’t even know the first thing about leadership."

Predaking bowed his head, his spark too weak to shield itself from the lashes.

“No one ever needed you,” Crankcase said. “They could have replaced you with the Dinobots or the Aerialbots. Oh sure, you’re strong—but your neutrality was your most desirable trait as guards. And another thing, Predacon! Strength isn’t everything. Beat Optimus and Megatron, did you? Well, how long has it been since they were at the top of their game? Just shut your trap already. Learn some slaggin' humility 'cause there are many bots out there who are more skilled, more agile, and stronger than you. And Overlord is one of them."

Crankcase rubbed his face, as through to wipe away its frustrated lines. His expression turned soft.

“Now, Predacon, I want you to be scared because all that arrogance up until now—that stupidly ignorant arrogance—it will kill you. For once in your life, accept that you're not the strongest. Settle down. Use your head. Think. Before you speak or act. I'm about to take you to Overlord. You've been summoned. Krok tried to say good things about you, and now, Overlord wants to hear about how you served Megatron up to the end of the War. Don't piss him off, alright?"

Wide-eyed, Predaking nodded slowly.

"Good... I know the Autobots see a warrior in you, but I know you're still just a kid. Less than a stellar cycle old, too much to live for… You shouldn’t be here.”

Crankcase waved at guards out of sight, who thudded down the hall and unlocked his cell door. Even after it swung open, Predaking hesitated to step out.

Pointing at the energon on the floor, Crankcase murmured, "Take that and eat it. You'll be alright."

Predaking slowly bent down to collect the cube before creeping out into a dark hall. Harsh white lights hung outside each cell but thick shadows gathered between them. The stark contrast dizzied him and he wobbled after Crankcase. The hall seemed to stretch out further ahead of them, pulling the exit further away. Cells endlessly bordered them, containing slumped forms and glowing eyes. Electronic signs numbered each cell, yet lacked order and sense.

117, 134, 160, 188…

He shivered, then jolted when the exit seemed to teleport in front of him. Crankcase tapped a button and the doors split to reveal an elevator.

"Fuel up,” Crankcase reminded him.

They stepped inside and Predaking choked down the energon, feeling his gut clench. As the elevator ascended to the top level, he tried to clear his head and heed Crankcase's advice. Yet Predaking would rather flee to his cell than face Overlord again. When the doors opened, a pristine silver hall greeted them with long stretches of windows. Light from the purple storm poured through them and bathed the hall, but the thick walls muffled the thunder. Still, a low ambient noise rumbled, setting dread deep in Predaking's spark. Slinking, he followed Crankcase through open doors and past the sign: Meeting Room. 

Tables and chairs had been stacked aside. Under a glaring yellow light, many Decepticons stood in the spacious room in front of an enormous throne. Overlord filled the seat, his fingers clenching its arms. Two small Seekers identical in body frame bordered him. One was turquoise and yellow with red eyes; the other was dark blue and red with yellow eyes. They were like frowning statues with their arms locked behind their backs. Two other larger Decepticons loomed to one side of Overlord, suddenly familiar to Predaking. The pictures and videos flashed through his mind. The broad white and teal Decepticon with treads, wheels, and wings was Sixshot. The other, the black and red Seeker with thick legs—Black Shadow.

Sixshot hid his emotions, but Black Shadow stared nervously at Predaking. Spinning around, Krok and his Decepticons shared similar expressions of fear and dread. The bedraggled group were clustered and small before Overlord's throne, burnt and battered from the attack. Half of Krok's mouth plate was missing, unveiling a fanged grimace.

“You would be one of Shockwave’s pets,” Overlord declared.

His rich voice chilled Predaking. Upon hearing it, Predaking envisioned Pipes squirming in Overlord’s hand. His hands were now relaxed and clean of blood, leaving no trace of his cruel deed. Overlord's entire body was freshly washed and shining.

“Come closer. I would like to have a word with you.”

Predaking knew he should move, but he couldn’t.

“Have no fear.” Overlord leaned back in his throne and waved beckoningly. “If you are one of Shockwave’s creations, then I am open to forgiving you.”

Crankcase pulled on Predaking’s wrist, leading him closer to stand beside Krok.

“You are a Decepticon, are you not?” Overlord prompted. “The insignia on your chest is not that of our faction.” 

Predaking was unable to speak. He counted the missiles and blasters visible on Overlord's body, only able to speculate how many were hidden.

“He is,” Krok answered.

“I want to hear it from him.” Overlord slowly blinked at Predaking.

A Decepticon. A Decepticon?  Predaking thought. ... Use your head.

“Yes,” Predaking choked out. “The insignia... was chosen by Shockwave... to mark all Predacons.” 

Overlord rumbled, “If the Predacons are Decepticons, then why did you all attempt to attack me?”

“It… was what the Autobots expected of us…”

“So you serve the Autobots now?” Overlord pressed. Cold red orbs fixed Predaking.

“No…” Predaking whispered. “Not…”

“Not exactly?” Overlord said.

Predaking nodded weakly.

Overlord tilted his head to the side. “Did you feel compelled to follow them?”

“We… wanted a place in the… new society.”

That was his instinctual response after answering the Autobot refugees so many times. However, Predaking feared that he had given an unsatisfactory answer.

“Well! Then you are just like Krok and his soldiers.” Overlord waved his hand at the five Decepticons. “Forced to follow the Autobots dominating our world, shackled, restrained, despised… simply to survive. Although, no one dared treat you so harshly! But worry no longer, Predaking. I will end their oppression soon enough. After the Nemesis is repaired, I shall lead the attack that will wipe every last Autobot off the face of Cybertron.”

Predaking glanced at his Decepticon crewmates, but none seemed fazed by what they had heard.

“Tell me about Lord Megatron!” Overlord grew more alert, his look of drowsiness fading. He sat straighter. “What happened on planet Earth?”

Predaking shrank. “I… served under him…”

“In the final stellar cycle of the War,” Overlord hurried him along. “Yes, and then what happened?”

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Choice 1: Lie...................... Go to 5_6
Choice 2: Tell the truth...... Go to 5_18

 

The prison:

 

Notes:

Art:
Crankcase's pep talk: Tsuki (tsuki-here on Tumblr)
Meeting with Overlord and his Decepticons: ZeroTimeNow (Instagram)
Elban Prison concepts: Jack Netherblack (@JNetherblack)

Chapter 64: 5_15

Notes:

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You chose to protect Chromedome

 

Predaking exploded from his seat, raced down the stairs, then leapt over the wall. The entire audience gasped as Predaking flew into the arena. Krok stared at Predaking as he rushed him, then hollered when Predaking plucked him off the ground and held him up in the air.

“What are you doing?” Predaking blared in Krok’s face. “This is murder!”

There was a thud and then, complete silence as no Autobot, Decepticon, or Star Seeker moved or even whimpered. Overlord left the throne behind him and took a step, then another, toward Predaking.

“There is a law here,” Overlord said. “No one interrupts the fights."

As Overlord drew closer, each booming footstep shook Predaking’s spark. He unintentionally dropped Krok, who limped away as fast as he could.

“I might have forgiven you if this were training,” Overlord continued, “but you just saved an Autobot against my orders. That…”

Overlord’s hand pulled back into his arm and a chainsaw shot out to replace it.

“...is punishable by death alone.”

While Predaking stood frozen in shock, Overlord powered on the chainsaw then swung it at him. Predaking's eyes were wide and unfathoming as he could not recall how he had ended up in the arena.

What was I thinking?

The unbreakable chain shoved into Predaking’s chest, the sharp teeth easily cutting through his metal and into his spark.

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Game Over: No place for heroes

Notes:

Art:
Chainsaw death: JvpRizzo (Instagram)

Chapter 65: 5_16

Notes:

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You chose to not shield Bumblebee

 

Trepan vaulted up in front of Bumblebee. Overlord’s arm whipped sideways to avoid him, missing Bumblebee and crushing the upper half of the berth. After a moment of silence, Overlord retracted his arm and leaned down, lower, and lower, until his moon-like face dropped in front of Trepan’s.

“Were you trying to get yourself killed just now, Trepan?”  His voice was like a cold wind.

“N-no…” Trepan breathed.

“Step. Aside.”

The turquoise Seeker called out, “Trepan! Do what he says… He isn’t thinking clearly.”

“Don't make me move you.” Overlord raised his hands and crooked his fingers like talons over Trepan. The two-wheeler’s eyes widened as the massive fingers crept in on him.

“Wait, I... I have an idea, Overlord,” Trepan stammered. “Something better... Listen to me.”

Trepan made a beckoning motion then cupped his hands. Overlord dropped his arms, stared at the doctor, then turned his audio receptor to him. Although Trepan tried not to be heard, Predaking caught every word.

“Why would you simply terminate all the prisoners? Wouldn’t it be a more satisfying conclusion to have them terminate each other?”

Everyone in the room heard his whisper and rounded their eyes. However, Overlord drew back and did not lunge at Bumblebee again. Instead, his twisted expression softened slightly. 

“Interesting…" he sighed. "That would be a satisfying conclusion indeed... but how would we compel the prisoners to do that?”

“I'll think of a way…” Trepan breathed. “Leave it to me. Don't terminate the prisoners now, just… focus on our departure for now.”

“Departure?”

“You don’t need Megatron as a reason to leave Elba, Overlord. You never needed his permission either—”

Overlord hollered, spun, and charged past Predaking out the door.

The turquoise Seeker took Overlord’s place and shoved his face near Trepan’s. “I thought you knew what you were doing!”

“I-I do…” Trepan choked.

“How are you going to calm him down from this?”

“I just need one night to talk to him! He just hasn’t been listening to me, Leozack! He’s been so distracted that he just won’t come to…”

Leozack's red eyes were wide with despair. He grabbed Trepan and tore out of the room with Lyzack. Predaking found himself alone and forgotten: the most ideal state in the chaos. Quickly, he scooped up Bumblebee and headed out of the med bay.

Bumblebee groaned. “We have to stop them!”

“We shall!” Predaking jogged through the halls and noticed all Decepticons seemed to have gone into hiding. Something black flew past them then clipped to Predaking's back.

Rewind said, “He can make Autobots fight each other, but kill each other? That's just not within the realm of possibility! They'd off themselves before doing that.”

“Maybe that's Trepan’s brilliant plan,” Predaking snarled. “I am sure that would entertain Overlord more than simply terminating the Autobots in their cells!” 

Outside the warship under the storm, Predaking thought only the most bitter of thoughts about Trepan.

Star Saber was utterly wrong about Trepan's true nature.

When Predaking arrived with Bumblebee at Hall H, nervous guards let them inside without dispute. In the med bay, Predaking lay Bumblebee back down on his original energon-crusted berth.

“Keep going,” Bumblebee whispered. "Find a way to defeat Overlord."

Predaking nodded and exited Hall H. Once they were alone in a section of hallway, Rewind spoke on his back, “I'll find Arcee and we'll split to find Overlord and Trepan. You wanna see if Sixshot and Black Shadow are interested in overthrowing the crazed general?”

Rewind detached from Predaking's body and slid away on the ceiling, leaving him to find an elevator. Upon the fifth floor, Predaking approached the guarded doors to Hall S.

“I must speak to Sixshot and Black Shadow,” he growled. “It is an urgent matter.”

The shaky Decepticon guards opened the doors.

Perhaps I missed an announcement; they all seem to know what has happened.

[Predaking stomped down the hall to the sign which read Security. Pressing the button to open the door, he entered the room. Against one wall were multiple screens showing different camera angles around Elba. But the chairs close to the screens were empty. Black Shadow and Sixshot sat on a thick bench of metal at the back of the room, leaning into each other. Both sets of scared red eyes locked onto him.]

“Predaking?” Sixshot murmured.

The door shut behind Predaking. “It seems that Overlord has not been going to Hall G. Trepan's control has never been weaker! After your departure, Overlord nearly grabbed him.”

Black Shadow whispered, “Does pink mean Trepan has less control? His optics have never been pink before.”

Predaking glared at him then back to Sixshot.

“Is what he says true?” Predaking demanded. “You have never seen them pink?”

“Why are you mad at me?” Black Shadow snapped. “I’m not on Overlord’s side!”

Sixshot said, “Black Shadow did not mean to endanger you, Predaking.”

Predaking cried, “That incident is not why I bear a grudge! I resent him for he did to Bumblebee!”

“Bumblebee?” Black Shadow scoffed. “Frag him! Overlord should have let me kill the slagger!”

“What has he ever done to you?” Predaking hissed.

“Are you stupid?” Black Shadow snapped. “Autobots kill Decepticons! He isn't innocent, despite how much he tries to act like some kind of cute Autobot mascot!”

“What else do you expect in war?”

“Frag you! What do you know about anything? He killed my partner!”

Predaking’s mouth hung open.

“I think,” Black Shadow choked. “One of the Autobots beside Optimus did it…”

Black Shadow flopped his head against Sixshot's.

“We had survived so much together… It was hard to believe he could just taken down like that. One of Iacon’s ground-to-air missiles hit Bacchus right beside me. I don't know if he died instantly or suffered. I couldn't even follow his body. Missiles were flying everywhere and we had to retreat, but, I got one look at the bots behind the guns straight ahead of us. Prowl, Ironhide, Bumblebee… one of those damn Autobots did it. And I will never know which one, so I will just have to kill them all.”

Black Shadow glared at Predaking.

“Don’t you dare defend Bumblebee in front of my face or say some bloody Autobot slag like 'oh, revenge doesn’t bring back the dead'! What do you expect me to do? Just watch the murderers of my lifetime friend live merrily beside me? I hate the Autobots. They think they’re model Cybertronians, so kindhearted and morally superior. But they started this War. They had been hurting Decepticons from the start and couldn't take their due punishment. When we treat them the same way they treated us, suddenly we're the monsters? They kill us, we kill them—it should end there. But then they want their stupid revenge and they lash out again. So we go back and forth and that's how Bacchus fragging got killed.”

The memories of Obsidian’s trial struck Predaking.

“The one thing I like about Overlord is his gladiatorial fights. Frag, we all love him for them. The fights are supposed to be a lesson, but those Autobots are too full of themselves to understand that. They don’t get that what they are experiencing right now is still nothing compared to what real gladiators had experienced on Cybertron. This is just a taste of what the slaves lived through! The Autobots still get to live, to have medical attention, energon, and a safe cell. But instead of realizing, ‘Wow, this is what it was like for those gladiators we used to watch for entertainment! Our cause is wrong! We should admit that!’, they go, ‘Look how evil Decepticons are! They deserve to die!’. Why do you think Overlord just won’t stop making them fight over and over again? I hate Overlord, but I totally get why he is running those matches!”

After a pause, Predaking asked, “Why four hundred and twelve fights?”

Sixshot said, “No one knows. Overlord was only recorded as having fought thirty matches. I still believe the number used to be part of his designation.”

“Is there anyone here who knew Overlord before he became a gladiator?”

Sixshot shook his head. “No one here recalls working with him in the mines or the factories. He doesn't look like a slave, but he might have heavily modified his original appearance for the arena. He has a slave's fury, that is certain. But it is a mystery where he came from.”

Black Shadow grumbled, “Sixshot, don’t you see Predaking trying to defeat Overlord to help the Autobots? We don't have to answer his questions.”

“‘Shadow, I too have lost friends to this War. But Predaking is right: that is war. In my time here on Elba, I have grown so tired. Boredom made me speak with my former enemy, but then I learned things from Star Saber. Not all Autobots are sparkless; some of them are noble and cherish life. All they ever wanted was for suffering to end on Cybertron. We had the same desires, except they did not want the government to be overthrown, but changed through elections.”

“Are you some kind of secret Autobot?” Black Shadow cried.

“No. But, there is no fault in opening one’s mind to other perspectives and truly understanding one’s enemy. Predaking cares about Bumblebee; I can't help but care about Star Saber. I do not wish him dead even if he never becomes a Decepticon.”

Predaking reported, “Overlord intends to kill all the prisoners by making them fight each other to the death. We are pressed for time.”

Sixshot turned Black Shadow’s head to face his. “Enough is enough. It is time for these Autobots to be free.”

“If we free them, the prisoners will turn on us!” Black Shadow protested. “Without the threat of Overlord, you know they will go crazy and try eliminating us all!”

“Not if we join forces with them,” Sixshot said. “You and I, we are Campaign Leaders. The vast majority of Decepticons on Elba are our soldiers! If we command them, Overlord wouldn’t have many soldiers—”

“Our armies love him like a hero for saving us and protecting us!”

“Everyone is still afraid of him. Everyone. And Overlord’s madness is apparent now. He was terrifying before, even when he barely showed any emotions. Now he is suffering from insanity and has gone missing. We should capitalize on everyone's fear, convince them that Overlord is a danger! Without Megatron, nothing holds him together; there is no one to impress, no reason to keep the Decepticon headcount high.”

Black Shadow groaned, “Now you’re scaring me. Is he going to stop holding back on us? Frag! Do you and I still even matter to him?”

“Come, let us spread your fear among our own soldiers! While Overlord and his posse are absent!”

Predaking’s spark burned with hope as Sixshot helped Black Shadow stand.

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Continue to 5_77

Notes:

Art:
Black Shadow leans into Sixshot: skiel-infinty (Tumblr)

Chapter 66: 5_17

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The cells of his Autobot crewmates were empty. As for the Predacons, they were locked up where they had been before. Darksteel and Ripclaw were in beast-mode: Darksteel pacing in his cell while Ripclaw rested in hers. Predaking gazed at her sadly. Skylynx transformed to bot-form upon spotting Predaking.

“Ripclaw is recovering,” Skylynx told him.

Predaking asked, “How are you faring?”

“I am well. I imagine, your condition is worse than mine. How are things outside the prison?”

“Currently, I am on a perilous mission.”

Skylynx exhaled, “I see. I wish you luck... just take caution. Overlord wanders the prison levels.”

"I am already aware. I will take care to avoid him," Predaking breathed. "Have no fear."

Bidding his brethren farewell, Predaking drifted away. After only a few paces, he discovered Fulcrum and Misfire in separate cells. Both sat battered and in miserable balls, but glanced up hopefully as Predaking strode by. He did not stop for them, unsure how to feel about them.

Beyond them, Predaking discovered the new additions to Overlord’s collection. Despite however many Wreckers had originally come, there were now only around twenty survivors. Not a single one was conscious. Predaking found Ultra Magnus among them, drilled with holes from his head to his feet. Old energon pooled beneath him, and if the lights on his body had not been aglow, Ultra Magnus would have appeared dead.

“Ultra Magnus?” Predaking murmured.

He grunted but did not stir.

All the Wreckers had received minimal medical attention, perhaps just enough to keep them alive. They lay in their drying blood, some missing limbs, one missing the metal of his face. Predaking recognized Warpath in one of the cells, lying back with his chest cannon snapped in half.

Pity drowned Predaking's spark. He pictured the Wreckers courageously charging down to Elba in the belief that they would save the Nemesis crew. Now he dreaded what would happen to them if Overlord couldn't be stopped.

Will all prisoners eventually be disposed of? Would some of them be kept online to serve as fodder in a new arena on Cybertron?

With slow and heavy footsteps, Predaking finished a loop around the prison level. Once he returned to the guards from before, one teased him, “Did you learn much?”

“Yes," Predaking replied. "I have learned how Overlord demolished the Sixth Campaign army in one fell swoop and how he conquered the Fifth Autobot Campaign thereafter.”

“Impressive, isn’t it?” one of the Decepticons laughed.

They all smirked.

“Indeed,” Predaking lied.

He slipped out of the dark prison. As he ascended in an elevator to the ground level, he considered his options. Perhaps he could talk to Sixshot, if not Black Shadow, in case there were other possible Decepticon allies besides Hellbat. Gritting his teeth, Predaking mulled over the idea; Sixshot was still far too close to the one who had nearly killed Bumblebee.

Predaking wandered into a wing of the Institute he had not yet explored. He found Hellbat swaying by a window, but as soon as they made eye contact, Hellbat's smile dropped.

“Why did you ask me those questions in public? Were you trying to get me in trouble?” Hellbat whined. “Look, just forget my past actions, alright? I got mixed up with the wrong crowd…”

“So you did attempt to assassinate Overlord.”

“Shh-shhhh! That was a terrible idea; I was scared and dumb. Leozack made me understand that Overlord is our hero. We should be thankful for how he risked his life in the Apex Project. Also Overlord did save me from crazy Max, hehe..”

“I want to know why you were spared after an assassination attempt.”

“Well, Overlord doesn’t know, though everyone else does.” Hellbat twirled. “Fortunately, everyone likes me enough to keep my little secret!”

“Leozack is one of Overlord’s lieutenants. Even the lieutenants forgave you for what you had attempted?”

“Well, what can I say except Leo has a soft spot for me?” Hellbat tittered. “I’m the only one who could have gotten away with it! His sister Lyzack wanted to flay me, but Leozack protected me. But of course, he really told me off… He was crazy mad that I tried to hurt Overlord. But I wouldn’t ever try it again!”

Hellbat galloped away to a small group of Decepticons, too fast to pursue without drawing attention. However, Predaking made a mental note.

One of the lieutenants has divided loyalties while the other is entirely devoted to protecting Overlord... Now which one was Leozack?

Predaking continued on then stopped at a window. Beyond the glass, there sat the Nemesis under the storm. Dozens, perhaps a hundred, Decepticons worked on repairs at the front and back ends of the ship.

What if the vessel will be battle-ready before the time that Rewind predicted? he worried.

Someone called, “Hey, Predacon.”

He turned. Three Vehicons stood outside of a locked doorway. Predaking's mouth pulled to the side as he wondered if any of them had been the ones who stabbed Bulkhead and Wheeljack.

“Are you lost or looking for something?” one of them asked.

“No... I was just about to seek Sixshot,” he answered.

“Oh,” one said. “He just went into this hall.”

The Vehicon jerked his head toward the closed doors behind him.

“It’s not really a forbidden area. We’ll let you in if you want.”

Predaking checked the sign for the hall. Hall W? He was certain that had not been on Sixshot's list of halls to avoid.

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Choice 1: Go into the hall.............. Go to 5_31
Choice 2: Continue wandering....... Go to 5_65

Chapter 67: 5_18

Notes:

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You chose to tell the truth

 

Predaking revealed, “The Autobots stormed the warship and terminated Megatron. Then—”

Overlord exploded from his seat. “Terminated Lord Megatron?”

Predaking jumped with Krok and his Decepticons. His crewmates parted as Overlord stomped through them, teeth bared, eyes blazing and guns bursting from his torso.

“Is that the truth?” Overlord shoved his face close to Predaking’s. “The Autobots terminated him and lied to us?”

“H-he came back to life…” Predaking choked out.

Overlord looked at him strangely.

Krok swooped in. “It… it was a strange story the Autobots told. We don’t believe it ourselves, so we omitted it in our report…”

Overlord turned his haunting expression onto Krok. Predaking felt a small sense of relief when Overlord’s attention shifted, but he still stood in front of him with all guns extended.

“You were not supposed to omit any details,” Overlord breathed. “I want to know what happened to him.”

Krok shrank. “They… said that after he was terminated, Unicron possessed his body… and when they expelled Unicron, our Liege regained his body and life. Then they say Lord Megatron renounced our cause and flew away, never seen again since. That is the entire story.”

Overlord swung his face back to Predaking. He stepped forward and pressed his guns against his chest.

“Are you certain that Lord Megatron perished on Earth?” Overlord demanded.

Predaking thoughts raced. He wanted to give Overlord an answer that would calm him and make the invincible Cybertronian back away.

“N-no,” Predaking stammered.

“No, what?” Overlord grabbed Predaking's arms. “Did they or did they not terminate him?”

“I-I am not certain—”

“How are you not certain?”

Overlord’s grip tightened and Predaking’s metal caved. He gasped as one of Overlord’s Seekers cried, “Sir, you should ca—”

Predaking squirmed from more fear than pain.

“I w-was not present!”

“You weren’t there?” Overlord boomed. “Why weren’t you at his side when the Autobots attacked the warship?”

Predaking was scared speechless, but Overlord only grew more enraged.

“You abandoned him?” Overlord hollered. “Is that why you do not know? You left him to the Autobots—”

Overlord’s hands seized Predaking’s throat.

“—or you are one!”

“I am no Autobot!” Predaking yelped.

“Where…” Overlord squeezed harder. “…were you?”

“Outside the ship!” Predaking wheezed. “I wasn’t able to—”

“If you were a loyal Decepticon, you would have been there! And you wouldn’t have sided with the Autobots so soon after his termination! You betrayed Megatron! You have been lying to me—you attacked me because your loyalty lies with the enemy! You are responsible for—”

Predaking’s neck snapped and he did not hear the rest.

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Game Over: Mind Overlord’s crush

Chapter 68: 5_19

Notes:

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You chose to go to Hall H

 

Predaking thundered off in the opposite direction down the hall. Turning his head all around, he looked for signs to point the way to the med bay. He skidded to a stop upon discovering an old wall map of the research institute. His eyes darted to the beat of his pulsing spark until he spotted Hall H on the ground floor. Then, he sprinted to an elevator which lay ahead. 

The calls of Decepticons resounded from the speakers within the elevator. Predaking paced as he descended to the ground floor, wondering what he would do if Smokescreen crossed his path.

What is a Phase Shifter? Predaking thought. Is it something that could have been used to defeat Overlord?

If Smokescreen hadn't rushed off on his own, perhaps they could have plotted something. A chill crawled down Predaking's back as he sensed the failure of Smokescreen's plan and the dire consequences that would follow.

The doors opened before the ground floor; a gang of Decepticons stared at him.

“Oi, what are you doing, Predacon?” one questioned him.

Another demanded, “Who let you out?”

Predaking stammered, “I was permitted by Overlord...”

“To wander around alone?”

“He's probably trying to help that Autobot!”

“No!" Predaking gasped. "I intended to capture the Autobot to prove my loyalty!”

“Sure, let's see that then. Come with us!”

The Decepticons crammed into the elevator around him. On the ground floor, Predaking trailed them as they ran out. Just as he worried he would be taken the wrong way, he saw a sign for Hall H. Quietly he exhaled in relief, but the Decepticons he followed halted outside the doors without going in. Other guards had already gathered there, but Predaking searched their faces for one that might have suited the ferocious, fiery name of Hellbat. He expected a beastbot, but there were none here.

A white and blue Seeker pranced down the hall toward them. “I’m here! I’m heeere!”

Is that Hellbat? Predaking leaned back. 

The Seeker clapped his hands. Through his comms came Black Shadow’s voice:

“I see the Autobot on cams coming your way! Leozack was right to send you here.”

“What does the Autobot think he can do?” Hellbat laughed.

Black Shadow said, “He is running around trying to cause as much damage as he can, even fried the Security panel with some shots. We’re working off the backup system right now.”

Sixshot added, “He has already taken down a few Decepticons. I’m going to grant you all access to Hall H to protect the medics.”

With a loud click and hiss, the doors parted. Predaking followed the Decepticons inside the restricted area.

They entered a long white and blue room filled with berths and medical equipment. For now, only two critically injured Autobots occupied the available berths while twelve medics stood scattered around the room. Predaking spotted First Aid, who stuck close to Arcee, and Spinister, who had been looking at a wall.

“Don’t fire!” First Aid cried reflexively.

The Decepticons ignored First Aid, fanning out and taking cover behind berths. Hellbat skipped to the centre of the room, then waited. Looking left and right, Predaking wondered if he should take the chance to stand next to First Aid or Spinister. If he couldn't make an ally out of Hellbat, then at least here he could ask a medic for any information regarding the currently absent head doctor, Trepan.

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Choice 1: Talk to First Aid.......... Go to 5_51
Choice 2: Talk to Spinister.......... Go to 5_8

 

Hellbat:

The Institute's med bay:

Notes:

Art:
Hellbat concept: Emperor Kumquat
Med bay concept: Jack Netherblack (@JNetherblack)

Chapter 69: 5_20

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Overlord had prepared for the occasion. His freshly washed armour glinted, sparkled, and even carried the scent of sweet cleaners.

Does he truly expect to meet Megatron so soon? Predaking wondered. Even if it were to happen, appearances are not likely to impress that tyrant...

Regardless, nothing astonished Predaking more than Overlord's pink eyes.

Just like Rewind reported. But it does not make sense.

No video or image had shown Overlord with pink eyes in the past. This did not seem to be an intentional choice of fashion; Overlord was just like the sickly, red-turned-pink-eyed Junkions.

Why would he be energon-deficient when they have stores of energon here? Predaking thought. Why has he not refuelled? Or allowed anyone to see him refuel? If he has a medical issue, it slipped past First Aid...

Predaking followed Overlord to the ground floor and past the sign “Hall H.” Behind them, Sixshot rolled forward in tank-mode to allow Black Shadow to sit on his roof and rest his ankles. When Overlord and Predaking entered the restricted med bay, doctors scuttled out of the way and bowed their heads to Overlord.

Overlord exclaimed, “I know exactly which one we will be taking! Predaking, fetch me Bumblebee.”

Dozens of berths filled the room, some now occupied by patients from the arena and the failed rescue mission. Predaking strode past Wreckers, Thundertron and Deathsaurus, Krok and Crankcase, Smokescreen, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Sideswipe, and Pipes. Spark heavy, Predaking approached Bumblebee, tugged syringes out from him, then cradled his battered body.

I will not let any further harm befall you, Predaking wished he could say.

Overlord turned, leaving Predaking and the other Campaign leaders to trail him. They emerged from the Institute into the roaring outside world. Bumblebee started awake at the claps of thunder and his eyes twirled to adjust to the flashing white lights. He looked from Predaking to his surroundings, freezing once he saw Overlord leading them to the Nemesis. When Bumblebee glanced back at Predaking in concern, Predaking cast him the most reassuring gaze he muster, but was not sure if he succeeded.

Decepticons had vanished inside the warship to work on further repairs. Their voices echoed down the halls, but for the most part, they did not cross paths with Overlord's entourage. When Overlord wasn't watching, Predaking glanced up, hoping Rewind was watching them on cameras or better—following them.

If only we had known this was coming and prepared accordingly. Rewind could have kept a sharper optic on Trepan instead of planning Arcee's escape.

Overlord led them through a lab into a small med bay. Within, Trepan clutched a cord and stood between Overlord’s lieutenants. Exhaling slowly, Predaking set Bumblebee down onto one of the two berths in the room.

“I trust that you can operate this without issue?” Overlord looked far down at Trepan. “Lord Megatron would be pleased to be gifted Bumblebee alive and without mental damage.”

Trepan tapped his glasses. “I can do it.”

“I volunteer,” one of the lieutenants said.

Overlord beamed. “Excellent, Lyzack! Tear through his memories; bring forth the truth!”

Lyzack walked over to the other berth and lay down. Her yellow eyes tracked Trepan until he fed the cable through the back of the berth and connected it to her head. Trepan then advanced on Bumblebee, but the Autobot's eyes stayed on Overlord.

“If you saw the video... it was real," Bumblebee murmured. "You will see it was always just my unaltered memory. The War is over, and Megatron... he is gone.”

Trepan connected the cord to Bumblebee and silenced him. Overlord, Sixshot, Black Shadow, and Predaking watched Trepan power on a monitor.

“Lord Megatron would never renounce the cause,” Overlord insisted. “He and I were the same. He suffered far too much pain and oppression to just surrender Cybertron to the higher castes, to the Autobots. He shall rule Cybertron, for no other leader would be more considerate toward all Cybertronians!”

[Lyzack confronted Bumblebee onscreen in an empty room with a yellow haze.]

“Where is Lord Megatron now?” she demanded.

[The room swirled away. The viewers stared through Bumblebee's eyes up at the hulking figure of Megatron. His body was different: broader, adorned with rusty spikes, and aglow with purple lights. However, there was no mistaking him and his voice.]

“Enough!” Megatron snapped at Starscream. “The Decepticons are no more, and that is final.”

“No!” Overlord charged at the screen. “No, this cannot be the memory!"

Megatron transformed and blasted away into the distance.

“NO!”

Overlord stumbled back, clutching his head and face. While Trepan hurriedly disconnected Lyzack then Bumblebee, Overlord slammed the side of his fist into the wall.

“Why? My Lord, why?" he hollered.

Predaking’s spark leapt. Is this reaction something I should celebrate or fear?

“Lord Megatron mustn't have been in the right state of mind!” the green-blue Seeker yelped. “We could change his mind!”

“He abandoned us!” Overlord jammed his fingers into his eyes. “Why? WHY?”

His legs buckled; Overlord nearly dropped to the floor. He screamed while tears exploded from his pink eyes.

“Oh, Primus!” Lyzack sprang from the berth but stopped out of reach of Overlord.

The turquoise Seeker lieutenant pulled Trepan in. “What should we do?”

Trepan’s jaw dropped, then he closed it and backed away. “I-I…”

“Everything! Everything was in vain!” Overlord screamed.

Black Shadow yipped, “Frag! Should we run?”

Sixshot supported him and the two generals began to inch toward the exit. They jumped when Overlord punched through the wall, clawed his face, and bellowed, “I sacrificed everything for you! Everything I did was for you! Why did you abandon me? WHY? WHY DON’T YOU CARE ABOUT ME?”

“Trepan!” the turquoise Seeker gasped. “Trepan—!”

Sixshot scooped up Black Shadow and pelted out the med bay.

Overlord whirled on his lieutenants, gold tears raining down his face. “Kill the prisoners. Kill every last one!”

Lyzack stammered, “Is, is that your command?”

“Megatron is gone! He is gone!”

Trepan rushed toward Bumblebee's berth as Overlord threw back his fist then swung at the Autobot.

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Choice 1: Shield Bumblebee.............. Go to 5_71
Choice 2: Don't shield Bumblebee..... Go to 5_16

Notes:

Art:
All scenes provided by Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)

Chapter 70: 5_21

Notes:

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Song of the arena: The Ultimate Drug by White Bat Audio

You chose to stay where you were told

 

No, it was not worth the risk. Leaning against the wall, Predaking listened to the constant reports of Smokescreen’s location.

What is a Phase Shifter? Predaking thought. Is it something that could have been used to defeat Overlord?

If Smokescreen hadn't rushed off on his own, perhaps they could have plotted something. A chill crawled down Predaking's back as he sensed the failure of Smokescreen's plan and the dire consequences that would follow.

After a while, Overlord's voice came through the hall speakers: “Release the prisoners.”

Sixshot and Black Shadow bolted from Hall S and collected Predaking.

“Let’s get going,” Black Shadow said.

“Release the prisoners?” Predaking gasped, speed-walking behind them. “Shall there now be one of those gladiatorial battles you informed me of?”

Sixshot summoned the elevator while responding, “Yes.”

“Will Smokescreen be executed for what he has done?”

“No. Overlord prefers traumatizing his prisoners into obedience.”

Sixshot and Black Shadow abandoned the elevator to trot down a stairwell. Exhaling slowly, Predaking thumped down behind them. When they came out onto the ground floor, an orange, white, and black two-wheeler with a backpack crossed their path while massaging his face.

Trepan!

The Campaign leaders stopped. Decepticons in the hall parted to either side to let the small doctor pass by.

Black Shadow muttered, “I think he seriously just woke up for this.”

Predaking, Sixshot, and Black Shadow followed the other Decepticons through a set of heavy doors. The largest indoor space Predaking had ever seen burst around him. A circular field lay beneath a glass dome which poured in the sky's purple light. Surrounding it all were two levels of stands, now being filled on one side by Decepticons.

“Sit tight,” Sixshot told Predaking. “We’ll meet with you after.”

Sixshot and Black Shadow jogged after Overlord and his lieutenants as they crossed the field. Predaking grimaced to discover Smokescreen between the twin Seekers, their spears pointed at his neck. Predaking headed up the stairs with the other Decepticons, but he opted for a seat the highest up and the furthest back. As he settled on a bench, Predaking caught a flash of Krok's bright yellow thighs. Krok, leading Crankcase, Fulcrum, and Misfire, came up to sit beside him. They did not exchange a word, but Predaking nervously set his hands down on the bench.

They wish for revenge on the Autobots. They support Overlord, it seems. Are they here to spy on me?

Predaking inhaled slowly. Staring ahead, Predaking observed prisoners filling the stands on the other side of the arena: Star Seekers on the top level and Autobots on the lower one. The patients from the med bay were carried up by the medics then left in front row seats. Finally, Predaking spotted Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Chromedome. All four were heavily guarded while led up to the seats beside Sideswipe and Arcee. After them, Ripclaw padded in with her tail dragging. Skylynx and Darksteel trudged in behind her. His brethren searched for Predaking, perking up when they located him among the Decepticons.

Guards seated the three Predacons with their Autobot crewmates, then left. His brethren continued to gaze across the way at Predaking.

If I do nothing to aid the Autobots, then the freedom and safety of my brethren are assured, he thought. Yet I cannot forsake the Autobots, even if that may lead to our extermination... I must find a way to save us all. Is that why my brethren watch me? Have they realized the responsibility and risk is upon me?

The stands bubbled with heads. Predaking estimated three hundred Decepticons, one hundred Autobots, and fifty Star Seekers had been assembled. By now, Overlord had sat down comfortably upon his throne. Sixshot and Black Shadow stood to one side of him, the twin Seeker lieutenants to the other, while Smokescreen crouched in front of them. For now, Smokescreen stayed where he was, staring at his comrades in the stands. Just as Predaking pondered Trepan's whereabouts, the two-wheeler scampered away from the medics setting up a station at the back of the field. He wore a small backpack and slipped around the arena, hopping up onto the throne arm beside Overlord. At once, the two-wheeler leaned close to Overlord to whisper something.

You will see it; Trepan tells him something, then right after, Overlord makes a decision. It couldn’t be clearer.

The truth of Sixshot’s observation chilled Predaking.

Mind control.

Around Predaking, Decepticons gossiped, chuckled, and pointed at Smokescreen. More strongly than ever, Predaking realized he did not belong here with them. His spark hammered as he watched Smokescreen. He was not like the others; he was not ready to see him break.

Overlord’s sonorous call shot through speakers at Predaking's feet. He jumped as the rest of the crowd fell silent.

“This Autobot fancied a little jailbreak!”

Smokescreen stood up and stared at Overlord, trying to puff his chest despite how his lowered back parts gave away his fear.

“That doesn’t happen here,” Overlord said. “No one tries to leave.”

“Yeah?” Smokescreen countered, his tight voice stabbing through the speakers as well. “Just you try stopping us! We’ll find a way out.”

He glanced at the mass of prisoners, hoping find inspired faces. He found none. Every longtime Autobot prisoner stared blankly at him or with pity; Smokescreen’s crewmates waved at him to keep quiet.

Overlord sighed, “Oh my, we can’t have this rowdiness, and I would hate for you to somehow succeed in inspiring your fellows…”

Overlord raised his arm, pointing an enormous black blaster at Smokescreen.

“The price of attempted escape is death…”

The Autobots of the Nemesis crew screamed and hollered, then tried to climb over the wall of the stands. Overlord casually raised his other arm to aim a blaster at them as well. When Overlord continued to speak, the Autobots froze.

“But…” Overlord lowered his blasters without batting an eye. “All of you are new here and do not yet understand. No, you need to be taught a lesson and killing this child will not suffice. What you truly need to learn is that there is no hope here. Every Autobot bends to my will for their continued existence and to be spared of greater pain. Allow me to demonstrate my control: Star Saber, come forward.”

The Fifth Campaign leader of the Autobots rose. The jaws of the Autobot crewmates dropped as the powerful red, blue, and white Autobot strode past them and hopped over the wall into the arena.

Overlord commanded, “Punish him.”

The Decepticon audience whistled and stomped the floor as Star Saber pulled out a sword and advanced on the much smaller Autobot.

“I am sorry…” Star Saber's voice was strained. “This will be fast.”

“What?” Smokescreen darted away. Star Saber stalked after him, his blade and eyes tracking his movements. Even the thuds of Star Saber's footsteps and Smokescreen's skittering ones pounded through the speakers. All Predaking could think was how much he did not want to hear it all.

But I cannot interrupt the fight with Overlord right there! he despaired.

“Look at what Star Saber is willing to do!” Overlord cried. “The gentle, noble Autobot is willing to harm one of his own simply than oppose me.”

Bulkhead boomed from across the arena, “Star Saber! What are you doing? He’s just a kid!”

Star Saber closed in on Smokescreen. “If it’s not me, it will be Overlord. I have to.”

Smokescreen bore his blasters but hesitated to fire at the Autobot general. 

Whose cruel idea was this? Predaking glanced at the throne. Overlord’s or Trepan’s?

Overlord watched the proceeding with a blank expression, zoned out from either boredom or detachment from the horror taking place. To see that instead of humour on Overlord’s face made Predaking certain he had never seen greater evil.

“Stay back!” Smokescreen wailed, his doors rattling. He leapt away from Star Saber and fired a shot, but the Autobot general dodged it and prowled closer.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack roared and fired their blasters into the arena. Star Saber’s great sword was struck and went flying from his hands. Shocked, Star Saber glanced their way as other prisoners pounced on the Wreckers to restrain them. Shouts of disapproval rang out from the Autobot side of the arena; the Decepticons chuckled. Smokescreen suddenly dove for the sword, grabbing it and hopping back. He backed up to a wall and held out the blade between quivering, stiff arms.

Overlord said, “Go on, Star Saber. Finish him so that I may punish the interlopers next.”

The red warrior charged and backhanded the blade out of Smokescreen’s hands. As it fell, Star Saber rushed through Smokescreen’s panicked blasts, ignoring the sizzling of his own metal. Smokescreen yelped and tried to transform, but Star Saber swung at his gut and cut him off. The smaller Autobot hit the wall and crashed onto his side, coughed, then jumped back to his feet. Star Saber was already upon Smokescreen before he could react, another punch striking his chest and a second smashing Smokescreen’s face like a bludgeon.

Smokescreen stumbled, arm blasters flailing before Star Saber drove his knee into him. When Smokescreen fell, Star Saber pinned him under a knee and raised his fist one last time. Smokescreen gasped loudly, then after a bang, went still. Applause exploded from the Decepticon stands while Star Saber stood up, hung his head, and trudged back to his sword. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and the rest of the Autobot crewmates were too stunned to even holler at the general again.

“You disappoint me, Star Saber,” Overlord sighed. “You avoided using your sword…”

Star Saber froze like a statue halfway through sheathing his weapon.

“... And you knew I wanted you to use it.”

“I-I p-punished him...” Star Saber inhaled.

“That? That was nothing, no grander than a bar fight! No. Use your imagination, Star Saber.”

Star Saber redrew his sword and turned back to Smokescreen as the young Autobot groaned and stirred.

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Choice 1: Protect Smokescreen.......... Go to 5_89
Choice 2: Watch................................. Go to 5_24

 

Star Saber:

Notes:

Art:
The arena: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Overlord and Trepan: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Star Saber punches Smokescreen: chaos_birdie (Tumblr)
Star Saber knees Smokescreen: Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)
Star Saber concept: forgedcold (Instagram)

Chapter 71: 5_22

Notes:

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“Hey, you.”

Predaking peeled open his eyes. A golden face with a red visor peered through the lower window of his cell. When he failed to respond, the face bared its teeth.

“It’s Crankcase, thickhead.”

“Crankhandle?” Predaking breathed.

“Crankcase.”

Predaking nodded slowly. “Crankcase…”

“I need to tell ya something. Snap out of it and come ‘ere.”

Predaking rose, stumbled to the door, then collapsed on his hands and knees by the window.

"You are free?" Predaking gasped.

“Predacon, listen closely,” Crankcase uttered. “I've never liked you and your arrogance. I know you and your pals just think you're the biggest, strongest Cybertronians. You think every mission's success is due to you. Just watching you stroke each other’s egos sickened me.”

Brows shooting up, Predaking recoiled from the window.

Crankcase went on, “You think you are better than everyone else? You aren’t. You aren’t even better than your fellow Predacons, but you act like their leader with the most incredibly arrogant name: Predaking. You are no king—you have no education or experience! You don’t even know the first thing about leadership."

Predaking bowed his head, his spark too weak to shield itself from the lashes.

“No one ever needed you,” Crankcase said. “They could have replaced you with the Dinobots or the Aerialbots. Oh sure, you’re strong—but your neutrality was your most desirable trait as guards. And another thing, Predacon! Strength isn’t everything. Beat Optimus and Megatron, did you? Well, how long has it been since they were at the top of their game? Just shut your trap already. Learn some slaggin' humility 'cause there are many bots out there who are more skilled, more agile, and stronger than you. And Overlord is one of them."

Crankcase rubbed his face, as through to wipe away its frustrated lines. His expression turned soft.

“Now, Predacon, I want you to be scared because all that arrogance up until now—that stupidly ignorant arrogance—it will kill you. For once in your life, accept that you're not the strongest. Settle down. Use your head. Think. Before you speak or act. I'm about to take you to Overlord. You've been summoned. Krok tried to say good things about you, and now, Overlord wants to hear about how you served Megatron up to the end of the War. Don't piss him off, alright?"

Wide-eyed, Predaking nodded slowly.

"Good... I know the Autobots see a warrior in you, but I know you're still just a kid. Less than a stellar cycle old, too much to live for… You shouldn’t be here.”

Crankcase waved at guards out of sight, who thudded down the hall and unlocked his cell door. Even after it swung open, Predaking hesitated to step out.

Pointing at the energon on the floor, Crankcase murmured, "Take that and eat it. You'll be alright."

Predaking slowly bent down to collect the cube before creeping out into a dark hall. Harsh white lights hung outside each cell but thick shadows gathered between them. The stark contrast dizzied him and he wobbled after Crankcase. The hall seemed to stretch out further ahead of them, pulling the exit further away. Cells endlessly bordered them, containing slumped forms and glowing eyes. Electronic signs numbered each cell, yet lacked order and sense.

117, 134, 160, 188…

He shivered, then jolted when the exit seemed to teleport in front of him. Crankcase tapped a button and the doors split to reveal an elevator.

"Fuel up,” Crankcase reminded him.

They stepped inside and Predaking choked down the energon, feeling his gut clench. As the elevator ascended to the top level, he tried to clear his head and heed Crankcase's advice. Yet Predaking would rather flee to his cell than face Overlord again. When the doors opened, a pristine silver hall greeted them with long stretches of windows. Light from the purple storm poured through them and bathed the hall, but the thick walls muffled the thunder. Still, a low ambient noise rumbled, setting dread deep in Predaking's spark. Slinking, he followed Crankcase through open doors and past the sign: Meeting Room. 

Tables and chairs had been stacked aside. Under a glaring yellow light, many Decepticons stood in the spacious room in front of an enormous throne. Overlord filled the seat, his fingers clenching its arms. Two small Seekers identical in body frame bordered him. One was turquoise and yellow with red eyes; the other was dark blue and red with yellow eyes. They were like frowning statues with their arms locked behind their backs. Two other larger Decepticons loomed to one side of Overlord, suddenly familiar to Predaking. The pictures and videos flashed through his mind. The broad white and teal Decepticon with treads, wheels, and wings was Sixshot. The other, the black and red Seeker with thick legs—Black Shadow.

Sixshot hid his emotions, but Black Shadow stared nervously at Predaking. Spinning around, Krok and his Decepticons shared similar expressions of fear and dread. The bedraggled group were clustered and small before Overlord's throne, burnt and battered from the attack. Half of Krok's mouth plate was missing, unveiling a fanged grimace.

“You would be one of Shockwave’s pets,” Overlord declared.

His rich voice chilled Predaking. Upon hearing it, Predaking envisioned Pipes squirming in Overlord’s hand. His hands were now relaxed and clean of blood, leaving no trace of his cruel deed. Overlord's entire body was freshly washed and shining.

“Come closer. I would like to have a word with you.”

Predaking knew he should move, but he couldn’t.

“Have no fear.” Overlord leaned back in his throne and waved beckoningly. “If you are one of Shockwave’s creations, then I am open to forgiving you.”

Crankcase pulled on Predaking’s wrist, leading him closer to stand beside Krok.

“You are a Decepticon, are you not?” Overlord prompted. “The insignia on your chest is not that of our faction.” 

Predaking was unable to speak. He counted the missiles and blasters visible on Overlord's body, only able to speculate how many were hidden.

“He is,” Krok answered.

“I want to hear it from him.” Overlord slowly blinked at Predaking.

A Decepticon. A Decepticon?  Predaking thought. ... Use your head.

“Yes,” Predaking choked out. “The insignia... was chosen by Shockwave... to mark all Predacons.” 

Overlord rumbled, “If the Predacons are Decepticons, then why did you all attempt to attack me?”

“It… was what the Autobots expected of us…”

“So you serve the Autobots now?” Overlord pressed. Cold red orbs fixed Predaking.

“No…” Predaking whispered. “Not…”

“Not exactly?” Overlord said.

Predaking nodded weakly.

Overlord tilted his head to the side. “Did you feel compelled to follow them?”

“We… wanted a place in the… new society.”

That was his instinctual response after answering the Autobot refugees so many times. However, Predaking feared that he had given an unsatisfactory answer.

“Well! Then you are just like Krok and his soldiers.” Overlord waved his hand at the five Decepticons. “Forced to follow the Autobots dominating our world, shackled, restrained, despised… simply to survive. Although, no one dared treat you so harshly! But worry no longer, Predaking. I will end their oppression soon enough. After the Nemesis is repaired, I shall lead the attack that will wipe every last Autobot off the face of Cybertron.”

Predaking glanced at his Decepticon crewmates, but none seemed fazed by what they had heard.

“Tell me about Lord Megatron!” Overlord grew more alert, his look of drowsiness fading. He sat straighter. “What happened on planet Earth?”

Predaking shrank. “I… served under him…”

“In the final stellar cycle of the War,” Overlord hurried him along. “Yes, and then what happened?”

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Choice 1: Tell the truth...... Go to 5_18
Choice 2: Lie...................... Go to 5_30

 

The prison:

Notes:

Art:
Crankcase's pep talk: Tsuki (tsuki-here on Tumblr)
Meeting with Overlord and his Decepticons: ZeroTimeNow (Instagram)
Elban Prison concepts: Jack Netherblack (@JNetherblack)

Chapter 72: 5_23

Notes:

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Song of the arena: The Ultimate Drug by White Bat Audio

You chose to stay where you were told

 

No, it was not worth the risk. Leaning against the wall, Predaking listened to the constant reports of Smokescreen’s location.

What is a Phase Shifter? Predaking thought. Is it something that could have been used to defeat Overlord?

If Smokescreen hadn't rushed off on his own, perhaps they could have plotted something. A chill crawled down Predaking's back as he sensed the failure of Smokescreen's plan and the dire consequences that would follow.

After a while, Overlord's voice came through the hall speakers: “Release the prisoners.”

Sixshot and Black Shadow bolted from Hall S and collected Predaking.

“Let’s get going,” Black Shadow said.

“Release the prisoners?” Predaking gasped, speed-walking behind them. “Shall there now be one of those gladiatorial battles you informed me of?”

Sixshot summoned the elevator while responding, “Yes.”

“Will Smokescreen be executed for what he has done?”

“No. Overlord prefers traumatizing his prisoners into obedience.”

Sixshot and Black Shadow abandoned the elevator to trot down a stairwell. Exhaling slowly, Predaking thumped down behind them. When they came out onto the ground floor, an orange, white, and black two-wheeler with a backpack crossed their path while massaging his face.

Trepan!

The Campaign leaders stopped. Decepticons in the hall parted to either side to let the small doctor pass by.

Black Shadow muttered, “I think he seriously just woke up for this.”

Predaking, Sixshot, and Black Shadow followed the other Decepticons through a set of heavy doors. The largest indoor space Predaking had ever seen burst around him. A circular field lay beneath a glass dome which poured in the sky's purple light. Surrounding it all were two levels of stands, now being filled on one side by Decepticons.

“Sit tight,” Sixshot told Predaking. “We’ll meet with you after.”

Sixshot and Black Shadow jogged after Overlord and his lieutenants as they crossed the field. Predaking grimaced to discover Smokescreen between the twin Seekers, their spears pointed at his neck. Predaking headed up the stairs with the other Decepticons, but he opted for a seat the highest up and the furthest back. As he settled on a bench, Predaking caught a flash of Krok's bright yellow thighs. Krok, leading Crankcase, Fulcrum, and Misfire, came up to sit beside him. They did not exchange a word, but Predaking nervously set his hands down on the bench.

They wish for revenge on the Autobots. They support Overlord, it seems. Are they here to spy on me?

Predaking inhaled slowly. Staring ahead, Predaking observed prisoners filling the stands on the other side of the arena: Star Seekers on the top level and Autobots on the lower one. The patients from the med bay were carried up by the medics then left in front row seats. Finally, Predaking spotted Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Chromedome. All four were heavily guarded while led up to the seats beside Sideswipe, Pipes, and Arcee. After them, Skylynx padded in with his wings drooped. Ripclaw and Darksteel trudged in behind him. His brethren searched for Predaking, perking up when they located him among the Decepticons.

Guards seated the three Predacons with their Autobot crewmates, then left. His brethren continued to gaze across the way at Predaking.

If I do nothing to aid the Autobots, then the freedom and safety of my brethren are assured, he thought. Yet I cannot forsake the Autobots, even if that may lead to our extermination... I must find a way to save us all. Is that why my brethren watch me? Have they realized the responsibility and risk is upon me?

The stands bubbled with heads. Predaking estimated three hundred Decepticons, one hundred Autobots, and fifty Star Seekers had been assembled. By now, Overlord had sat down comfortably upon his throne. Sixshot and Black Shadow stood to one side of him, the twin Seeker lieutenants to the other, while Smokescreen crouched in front of them. For now, Smokescreen stayed where he was, staring at his comrades in the stands. Just as Predaking pondered Trepan's whereabouts, the two-wheeler scampered away from the medics setting up a station at the back of the field. He wore a small backpack and slipped around the arena, hopping up onto the throne arm beside Overlord. At once, the two-wheeler leaned close to Overlord to whisper something.

You will see it; Trepan tells him something, then right after, Overlord makes a decision. It couldn’t be clearer.

The truth of Sixshot’s observation chilled Predaking.

Mind control.

Around Predaking, Decepticons gossiped, chuckled, and pointed at Smokescreen. More strongly than ever, Predaking realized he did not belong here with them. His spark hammered as he watched Smokescreen. He was not like the others; he was not ready to see him break.

Overlord’s sonorous call shot through speakers at Predaking's feet. He jumped as the rest of the crowd fell silent.

“This Autobot fancied a little jailbreak!”

Smokescreen stood up and stared at Overlord, trying to puff his chest despite how his lowered back parts gave away his fear.

“That doesn’t happen here,” Overlord said. “No one tries to leave.”

“Yeah?” Smokescreen countered, his tight voice stabbing through the speakers as well. “Just you try stopping us! We’ll find a way out.”

He glanced at the mass of prisoners, hoping find inspired faces. He found none. Every longtime Autobot prisoner stared blankly at him or with pity; Smokescreen’s crewmates waved at him to keep quiet.

Overlord sighed, “Oh my, we can’t have this rowdiness, and I would hate for you to somehow succeed in inspiring your fellows…”

Overlord raised his arm, pointing an enormous black blaster at Smokescreen.

“The price of attempted escape is death…”

The Autobots of the Nemesis crew screamed and hollered, then tried to climb over the wall of the stands. Overlord casually raised his other arm to aim a blaster at them as well. When Overlord continued to speak, the Autobots froze.

“But…” Overlord lowered his blasters without batting an eye. “All of you are new here and do not yet understand. No, you need to be taught a lesson and killing this child will not suffice. What you truly need to learn is that there is no hope here. Every Autobot bends to my will for their continued existence and to be spared of greater pain. Allow me to demonstrate my control: Star Saber, come forward.”

The Fifth Campaign leader of the Autobots rose. The jaws of the Autobot crewmates dropped as the powerful red, blue, and white Autobot strode past them and hopped over the wall into the arena.

Overlord commanded, “Punish him.”

The Decepticon audience whistled and stomped the floor as Star Saber pulled out a sword and advanced on the much smaller Autobot.

“I am sorry…” Star Saber's voice was strained. “This will be fast.”

“What?” Smokescreen darted away. Star Saber stalked after him, his blade and eyes tracking his movements. Even the thuds of Star Saber's footsteps and Smokescreen's skittering ones pounded through the speakers. All Predaking could think was how much he did not want to hear it all.

But I cannot interrupt the fight with Overlord right there! he despaired.

“Look at what Star Saber is willing to do!” Overlord cried. “The gentle, noble Autobot is willing to harm one of his own simply than oppose me.”

Bulkhead boomed from across the arena, “Star Saber! What are you doing? He’s just a kid!”

Star Saber closed in on Smokescreen. “If it’s not me, it will be Overlord. I have to.”

Smokescreen bore his blasters but hesitated to fire at the Autobot general. 

Whose cruel idea was this? Predaking glanced at the throne. Overlord’s or Trepan’s?

Overlord watched the proceeding with a blank expression, zoned out from either boredom or detachment from the horror taking place. To see that instead of humour on Overlord’s face made Predaking certain he had never seen greater evil.

“Stay back!” Smokescreen wailed, his doors rattling. He leapt away from Star Saber and fired a shot, but the Autobot general dodged it and prowled closer.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack roared and fired their blasters into the arena. Star Saber’s great sword was struck and went flying from his hands. Shocked, Star Saber glanced their way as other prisoners pounced on the Wreckers to restrain them. Shouts of disapproval rang out from the Autobot side of the arena; the Decepticons chuckled. Smokescreen suddenly dove for the sword, grabbing it and hopping back. He backed up to a wall and held out the blade between quivering, stiff arms.

Overlord said, “Go on, Star Saber. Finish him so that I may punish the interlopers next.”

The red warrior charged and backhanded the blade out of Smokescreen’s hands. As it fell, Star Saber rushed through Smokescreen’s panicked blasts, ignoring the sizzling of his own metal. Smokescreen yelped and tried to transform, but Star Saber swung at his gut and cut him off. The smaller Autobot hit the wall and crashed onto his side, coughed, then jumped back to his feet. Star Saber was already upon Smokescreen before he could react, another punch striking his chest and a second smashing Smokescreen’s face like a bludgeon.

Smokescreen stumbled, arm blasters flailing before Star Saber drove his knee into him. When Smokescreen fell, Star Saber pinned him under a knee and raised his fist one last time. Smokescreen gasped loudly, then after a bang, went still. Applause exploded from the Decepticon stands while Star Saber stood up, hung his head, and trudged back to his sword. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and the rest of the Autobot crewmates were too stunned to even holler at the general again.

“You disappoint me, Star Saber,” Overlord sighed. “You avoided using your sword…”

Star Saber froze like a statue halfway through sheathing his weapon.

“... And you knew I wanted you to use it.”

“I-I p-punished him...” Star Saber inhaled.

“That? That was nothing, no grander than a bar fight! No. Use your imagination, Star Saber.”

Star Saber redrew his sword and turned back to Smokescreen as the young Autobot groaned and stirred.

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Choice 1: Protect Smokescreen......... Go to 5_89
Choice 2: Watch................................ Go to 5_54

 

Star Saber:

Notes:

Art:
The arena: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Star Saber punches Smokescreen: chaos_birdie (Tumblr)
Star Saber knees Smokescreen: Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)
Star Saber concept: forgedcold (Instagram)

Chapter 73: 5_24

Notes:

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Smokescreen

 

Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, and Chromedome fought free of the other prisoners who tried to restrain them. All four sailed over the wall and landed in the arena. Star Saber stared at them until the four tackled him to the ground. Bulkhead tore the sword from Star Saber's grasp and tossed it to Wheeljack, letting the small Autobot wield the blade as long as his body. Though it looked uncanny in his hands, Wheeljack firmly pointed it at Star Saber as he was let go.

“You’re supposed to be better than this,” Wheeljack growled. “Ol’ Mags used to speak highly of you! You were a real legend among the ranks... Look at what you’ve become.”

Star Saber stepped back as though the blade had struck him.

Overlord chuckled, “Yes, look at what he's become! And every Autobot here. There is no one left you can trust. Autobots, take Chromedome and Bumblebee out of the arena. Keep the other two in.”

Autobots flooded over the wall or down the stairs. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Chromedome, and Bumblebee jolted, unable to fire or fight back, when their own comrades pinned them or dragged them back into stands. Once his command had been fulfilled, Overlord waved at the medics across the field. They jogged toward Smokescreen with medical kits in their hands, but after a quick look over him, they simply hauled him away.

“What are you doing?” First Aid yelped.

One medic snapped, “Always clear the area as fast as possible! We'll treat him in the back.”

They rushed away, leaving a pool of energon behind.

“You may go, Star Saber,” Overlord rumbled. “Leave the sword.”

Star Saber hastened to depart.

Raising his upturned palm to the Decepticon spectators, Overlord called, “You two Vehicons! This is your time to shine! Put on a show for me, if you would be so kind. Autobots, release our next two combatants.”

Two purple grounder-type Vehicons threw themselves over the stands. After landing heavily, they squared their chests. One rolled his shoulders while both of them stared down Bulkhead and Wheeljack as they were released. The other Autobot prisoners drove or flew out of the arena.

“Vehicon troopers to fight?” Wheeljack growled. “Good. I’m in a mighty need of some stress relief.”

Wheeljack swung Star Saber's sword experimentally while Bulkhead transformed his arm into a bludgeon. They jolted when the Vehicons charged with ferocious screams. All members of the Nemesis crew gawked at the loud and unyielding aggression unlike anything they had ever seen from Vehicons before. As the clones lunged, Wheeljack and Bulkhead swung their weapons. The Vehicons flowed under the bludgeon and the blade, then jumped and uppercutted their jaws, snapping back the Wreckers’ stunned expressions.

Punches snapped their heads from side to side and the Wreckers stumbled. Giving up their weapons, Bulkhead and Wheeljack tried to jab back with their fists. Their knuckles barely scraped the Vehicons' bodies as they flitted out of the way. Bulkhead swung hard and wide, looking no more than a mindless brute who had stumbled into the arena, while his Vehicon opponent nailed him with precise, trained blows to his weak spots. Though Wheeljack was more agile than his comrade, his short stature brought his head within easy range of his opponent's lightning punches. 

The Wreckers lurched, blinded. The Vehicons glanced at each other, then rushed back for Star Saber’s sword. The two saw it fit to grab the handle together and charge point first at Bulkhead.

Predaking thought Overlord would intervene. However, Overlord watched while Trepan whispered into his audio receptor. Overlord straightened in his seat a moment before the Vehicons ran the Wrecker through.

At the shink and Bulkhead’s grunt, Wheeljack regained his senses and hollered. Predaking’s jaw fell. The Decepticon spectators cheered as Bulkhead dropped to his knees, energon oozing around the sword in his gut. One of the Vehicons yanked the blade free just as Wheeljack flew at them. Swinging it, the Vehicon caught Wheeljack in its arc.

After the sharp sound of sliced metal, Wheeljack collapsed beside Bulkhead. Both Wreckers twitched and clutched their gushing wounds as their crewmates screamed and the Decepticon audience jeered. Overlord’s fingers flicked at the med team, but Trepan sailed off the throne as well. To Bulkhead, Trepan went and shoved a small hand deep into his gut wound. He flicked on lights beside his glasses, then peered inside Bulkhead as he worked, ignoring the Wrecker’s moan of pain. Beside them, other medics tended to Wheeljack's deep side wound.

The Vehicons spun and basked in the praise of the Decepticon crowd. They raised their arms and would have sneered if they could have, showing off their energon-splattered bodies and Star Saber's drenched sword. The Vehicons sauntered up to Overlord and offered him the dripping blade. With the same drowsy expression, Overlord leaned forward to take it, then beckoned Star Saber to come to him.

Wheeljack was carried by the medics to the back of the field and dropped beside Smokescreen. However, Bulkhead was left where he was as Trepan continued his work. Some medics lingered around him in a ring but otherwise left him space. In the meantime, Star Saber slunk back into the arena to Overlord.

Overlord smirked in the direction of Bumblebee and Chromedome, his voice slapping them through the speakers. “Ah, how much you are learning today! It is not just me you will fear. You see, I have been specially training my Decepticons for the past century, preparing them for all situations, turning them into ultimate Autobot-killing machines… Each and every one of them is equipped and eager to take you down; they simply wait for my permission to harm you.”

Star Saber fidgeted in the presence of Overlord. When Overlord leaned forward to pass him back his sword, Star Saber shrunk and silently received it. Without cleaning it, Star Saber sheathed the blade and strode back to the stands.

At last, Trepan stood up and backed away from Bulkhead. He waved at the other medics with his arms soaked up to his elbows in energon. Bulkhead was carried off by the strongest medics like Spinister, and Trepan skittered back up onto Overlord's throne. The four bots who stood at Overlord's side did not react, did not even spare Trepan a glance. Silently they watched as the Vehicons proudly returned to the stands wearing Autobot blood.

“Good show!” Overlord called. “But we aren’t finished yet. Not even close.”

He snapped his cold eyes back at the new arrivals.

“Bumblebee,” Overlord announced.

Autobot prisoners hurled him into the field. He flailed then crashed on his feet, looking murderously at Overlord.

“Ah, Optimus’ little pet scout,” Overlord purred. “Do you think yourself a warrior now? How adorable. Well, let's see you try to fight. Because you interrupted one of my matches, I will have to punish you as well.”

Black Shadow turned his head to Overlord. “I’ll do it.”

What? Predaking nearly leapt from his seat and hollered.

“Oh, you volunteer?” Overlord spread his arms without knocking Trepan off the throne. “By all means, Black Shadow!”

Predaking leaned forward, rapidly blinking as though to clear away what he saw. Black Shadow leapt over the wall around the throne and strode into the arena.

Bumblebee stood his ground, but as Black Shadow stomped closer, their difference in power became apparent. The Decepticon Campaign leader was nearly twice Bumblebee's size. How Bumblebee's doors stayed raised in defiance, Predaking did not know. All the footage they had seen of Black Shadow now flashed through Predaking's mind: how Autobots had perished from just one of Black Shadow's kicks.

“I am going to enjoy this,” Black Shadow hissed.

The Decepticons erupted in fresh cries of excitement and shouted encouragement at the Seeker.

Bumblebee raised his fists. “We'll see. I might just put a few dents in you.”

“Ha! Primus, I am going to break you—”

Overlord said, “As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, do not terminate him. I intend to interrogate this one.”

“Alright then,” Black Shadow spat.

The Seeker snapped into jet mode and shot at Bumblebee as a streak of black and red. Baring his blasters, Bumblebee fired rapidly at the Seeker. Ignoring the blasts, Black Shadow changed to bot mode. Bumblebee transformed just before Black Shadow struck him, dropping onto his wheels and screeching toward Overlord. As Overlord sat tapping his cheek, Predaking panicked.

Stop! What do you intend to accomplish? 

Bumblebee transformed and whirled around to face Black Shadow, his blasters once again bared and firing at the Seeker. Predaking exhaled. The Seeker sprinted at Bumblebee, screaming, “You think you can keep your distance from me?”

Black Shadow's hip plates clacked with each thundering step. Bumblebee exchanged his blasters for his fists as Black Shadow launched at him.

A thick leg swung at the small Autobot; Bumblebee flitted to the side to dodge it. Cutting the kick short, Black Shadow slammed down his leg, spun on his heel, and shot out a back kick. The switch was so fast that Predaking barely saw what had happened.

Bumblebee hit the ground while the Decepticon crowd laughed and cheered.

Black Shadow uttered, “Get up.”

Bumblebee surged to his feet with a cry and pummelled out several speedy punches. Black Shadow’s hands moved faster: a white flurry of slaps that blocked every blow. Black Shadow booted him squarely in the chest and sent him flying. After skidding on his posterior, Bumblebee pulled himself onto one knee and wheezed, wrapping his arms over the fresh dent. The Autobot snapped his head up with spinning, sharp blue eyes.

“Are you mad?” Black Shadow snarled. “You think you’re going to avenge your friends now? That little dead blue one?”

Bumblebee roared and lunged at the Seeker. He swung for a punch, but a lightning kick struck Bumblebee's right elbow. There was a loud crack and pop as the joint busted, lubricant sprayed, and Bumblebee’s arm bent the wrong way. As the screaming Autobot fell, Black Shadow caught him and yanked him back to his feet. He let the Autobot stumble for balance before he fired a kick at Bumblebee's knee.

Metal crumpled and Bumblebee’s knee joint popped out from the side. Predaking's eyes bugged. He heard Krok huff, and when he glanced at him, Krok's eyes were bright in amusement.

Bumblebee shrieked and writhed on the ground, two of his limbs broken and flopping. Black Shadow stomped on Bumblebee's torso, snarling, “You are weak! You thought you could stand a chance against me? None of you Autobots stand a chance here!”

Black Shadow stomped on Bumblebee again and again. His metal cracked and energon flew upward. Predaking swayed and felt the urge to vomit. The Seeker did not look like he was about to stop even if he disobeyed Overlord’s command. Predaking realized Bumblebee could be killed right in front of him if he did not intervene.

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Choice 1: Protect Bumblebee...... Go to 5_40
Choice 2: Watch......................... Go to 5_70

Notes:

Art:
Wreckers vs Vehicons: Kaichdreis (X)
Black Shadow vs Bumblebee: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 74: 5_25

Notes:

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“Decepticons!” Overlord’s resounding cry rang through the speakers and every Decepticons' comm link. “Now is the time to gather before the Nemesis and await my command.”

Predaking and the Decepticon conspirators shared gazes with Arcee and Rewind.

It begins, their eyes declared. There is no going back.

Rewind transformed into his small black torpedo form and clung to Black Shadow's back, camouflaging as a piece of his armour. They left Arcee and headed to the warship with Sixshot and Black Shadow flying ahead to drop off the Minicon inside. In the meantime, Predaking, Krok, Spinister, and Crankcase walked over and merged with the growing horde of Decepticons.

The boom of a large jet engine cracked between the thunder. Overlord flew from the Institute with his lieutenants in tow, one of them carrying Trepan. Every Decepticon went still and silent, their wide-eyes tracking Overlord as he transformed and slammed down onto the centre spike protruding below the main windows of the Nemesis. Far above them, he stood and looked down. Suddenly the horde scrambled, organizing themselves into strict rows and saluting with their weapons. Lyzack and Leozack deposited Trepan behind Overlord before taking their places on a spike to Overlord's left, then Black Shadow and Sixshot emerged from the Nemesis and positioned themselves on a spike to Overlord's right.

Predaking’s mouth twitched. As Overlord spread his arms and cried out with theatrical gusto, Predaking understood why Black Shadow had believed Overlord to be undead. No matter how grand his voice and gestures were, it was no more than a performance. Everyone knew behind it all, the actor was soulless. His red eyes now glowed with full health but were still as cold and blank as ever.

“I understand everything now!” Overlord called. “Megatron cared nothing about us! He was absorbed by his lust for power and his obsession with Optimus Prime! He abandoned the cause long ago, not recently!”

The Decepticon army listened in stunned silence, while Black Shadow and Sixshot stared straight at Trepan across the gap.

“I will never abandon you. My Decepticons, I have no ambitions beyond defeating our enemy and bringing you justice! I saved you, protected you, entertained you!”

Trepan glanced at Sixshot and Black Shadow. He crept to Overlord's other side and put his large leg between them.

“Why bow to the betrayer now? He is no longer our leader or our brother; he is our enemy! I will kill Megatron!”

Every Decepticon jolted.

“Yes!” Overlord hollered. “Megatron turned his back on us—we who have done nothing but serve him loyally! We laid down our lives for him and his cause, yet this is how he repays us? I will find Megatron and destroy him! Justice shall be fulfilled!”

Black Shadow popped his thruster from his back and shot across the gap with a jet-boosted leap.

“FRAG IT!” Black Shadow screamed then tackled Trepan off the ship.

No one else realized what had happened at first. Overlord stared at Black Shadow when he hit the ground, then looked down to the empty spot now beside his leg. Black Shadow hopped up and turned, squeezing the yowling doctor against his chest and pressing a blaster against his head. The army gasped and scurried away from them.

“Don’t you move!” Black Shadow roared. “Move, and I will shoot him!”

Sixshot transformed his arms into blasters and pointed them at Leozack and Lyzack. Overlord turned his head, then he snapped his attention back to Black Shadow. The plates of Overlord’s abdomen shifted, and slowly he extended and raised dozens of guns.

“Stop right there!” Black Shadow shrieked.

“Do you want to die, Black Shadow?” Overlord uttered.

Hundreds of Decepticons raised their blasters at Black Shadow.

“Trepan is his weakness!” Black Shadow screamed. “He keeps Overlord online, and he will die without him!”

Overlord had started to raise the blasters on his arms, but then he halted.

“That’s right!” Black Shadow cried. “Shoot me, hit Trepan, and Overlord is dead! You are dead, Overlord! We know your secret!”

Trepan stopped struggling and shrieking. However, Overlord resumed slowly raising his arm blasters. That was when a ground bridge portal opened behind Black Shadow and an enormous Cybertronian charged through it. Maximus ripped Trepan from Black Shadow’s grasp and tightened his giant black hand around his body. Instantly, Trepan screeched and fought even more erratically than before. Scalpels shot from his fingers and he jabbed them into Maximus’ arm. The Autobot did not react; instead, he laughed maniacally.

Trepan screamed, “No! Max, no! Please!”

“Oh yes!” Maximus boomed. “How long I have waited to get a hold of your brittle body and squeeze the life out of you!”

He jostled Trepan, yet all the two-wheeler could do was shriek, kick his legs, and rake Maximus’ metal with his scalpels in vain.

“Overlord!” Maximus shouted. “Lower your weapons!”

Overlord did not. Instead, he charged his blasters with pink light. He called, “Oh, Max... do you realize what I will do if you terminate him?”

“What? Kill us all? HA! You think I won’t sacrifice myself, this two-wheeler, and all of my Autobots just to kill you? I’ll gladly lay down my life and crush Trepan if it means keeping you away from Cybertron! Try me, Overlord! I will do it! Kill us however you please! Or, listen to me now and don’t stand there thinking your army can kill me faster than I can kill Trepan!”

Maximus pressed his thumb against Trepan’s neck.

“Look at how easily I could break him! If I even slip, he’s dead, and so are you! So, so delicate, your doctor is…”

He applied a slight amount of pressure; Trepan screeched so loud that nearby Decepticons jumped.

Black Shadow raised his arms and yelled, “Decepticons, we have defeated Overlord! Stand down and we will leave this planet! Say goodbye to this insane weapon of mass destruction and return to Cybertron with me! Seventh Campaign, I command you as your leader! Put down your weapons!”

Shocked and silent Decepticons stared between the hostage and Overlord. Black Shadow trembled and kept his arms up, then hesitantly, a few Vehicons put away their blasters. After them, other Decepticons began to follow suit. A ripple swept across the army as more soldiers stored their blasters away.

“Enough is enough!” Sixshot shouted from above. “We do not need to fear Overlord any longer! Fifth Campaign, stand down!”

The crowd shifted and nearly all lights went out as blasters tucked back into arms. Around twenty Decepticons remained with their weapons still bared, quaking as hundreds of Decepticons turned to them. 

“Sixth Campaign!” Leozack called. “Stand down!”

All Decepticons dropped their weapons. The glow of Overlord’s blasters went out and he spun on Leozack.

Leozack called, “What are your demands, Maximus?”

“We are getting off this planet!” Maximus snarled. “Overlord is going to let us all march onto the Nemesis and leave. If he wants his doctor back, he is just going to stand there and watch.”

“When will you return Trepan?” Leozack cried.

“He comes with us until the Nemesis is ready to hyperwarp! Then, we’ll throw him out and you”—Maximus pointed the stump of his wrist at Overlord— “try your damnedest to catch him before he splats. And then you know what happens next? You two stay here on Elba forever. It shall be your prison, because if you even dare follow us to Cybertron, we will use our most powerful relics on you. Do you know what the Immobilizer is, Overlord? It is an experimental weapon that fires a beam which locks bots in stasis. Except it doesn’t affect the processor, Overlord. You aren’t immune to it because it targets your nervous system. Your body will freeze, although you remain fully conscious.”

Bumblebee's words. Predaking exhaled nervous heat from his system. He still did not know if the relic was real, but he hoped Overlord believed so.

“And even if the beam fails to penetrate your armour, you know what will? The Spark Extractor! We will beat you to Cybertron, prepare these weapons, and kill you if you dare return! So, Overlord, how do you want to proceed?”

Maximus shifted Trepan in his grip, then pinched both his wheels between his finger and thumb to rip them off. Over Trepan’s scream, Maximus blasted, “Do you want to die with Trepan, or live?”

Overlord lowered his arms and drew his blasters back into his body, his plates sliding back in place. His red eyes were hollow and his lips were parted, though no words escaped them.

“You aren’t invincible,” Maximus sneered. “And look at you now. That expression suits you, Overlord. Now get away from the Nemesis.”

Sixshot motioned at Lyzack and Leozack. After they hopped down, Overlord took a moment to join them. The colossal thud of his landing rattled the crowd, but no attack followed. 

“Everyone inside!” Black Shadow waved and took the lead.

The Decepticon army nervously marched with him up a wing into the warship, glancing at Overlord in passing. He paid them no mind as he stared hard at Maximus. The Autobot general never lost his focus on Overlord, and Maximus yelled out whenever Overlord's plates or guns twitched.

As the Decepticon army trickled inside, a ground bridge portal opened. Lines of Autobots strut past Overlord with smug expressions, and behind them prowled the Star Seekers, heads bowed and weapons drawn. The pirates passed Overlord, quivering, before every one of them turned and fired at Maximus.

Maximus’ grunt was cut off when his head and neck incinerated. His hand clenched in the moment before his death, crunching Trepan’s body before dropping him. Overlord hollered, but Trepan stirred and wheezed after he hit the ground. Beside him, Maxixmus' body fell with a boom.

A red Star Seeker with beastly wings leapt onto Trepan, grabbing him before anyone else and putting her blaster against his head.

“We will let you have him!” she called at Overlord. “Hear us out!” 

Overlord froze as Predaking and all others stared at the Star Seekers with rounded eyes and thudding sparks.

The red Star Seeker continued, “Let's have a truce! You take Trepan but let us Star Seekers join you. Don't kill us. The Autobots and Predacons wanted to blow up your ships and have you die alone on this planet! But we will let you live so that you can slaughter half of Cybertron's population for us! We'll call that the settlement of our vendetta against Cybertronians!”

“Deal,” Overlord said quickly.

He fired purple missiles at the Autobots. Explosions hurled their parts into the air before Overlord charged past the Star Seekers into the midst of the other faction. His guns blazed and his hands tore everything they touched. Energon sprayed the other Autobots as they scattered, and the thrown halves of their comrades struck some of them as they ran. Overlord backhanded Star Saber as he charged by; the Autobot’s head snapped around completely before he fell. Two small Autobots ruptured when Overlord leapt across them like steps and flew at the fleeing Black Shadow and Sixshot.

Snatched from behind, they were sharply turned and thrown down onto their backs, facing upward so that Overlord could plunge his fingers into their guts. Predaking shouted, but Overlord yanked out their entrails and ended their screams. All Decepticons scrambled away as Overlord now turned to Predaking. Charging, a chainsaw burst out Overlord’s arm before his hefty black hand grasped and crunched the side of Predaking’s head. Both crashed to the ground, then the whirling track of metal teeth was thrust between Predaking’s wide eyes.

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Game Over: Trepan’s Trigger

Notes:

Art:
Maximus grabs Trepan: PetalBirdie (petalbirdie.carrd.co)
Chainsaw to face death: Tsuki (tsuki-here on Tumblr)

Chapter 75: 5_26

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Song of the arena: The Ultimate Drug by White Bat Audio

Everyone emptied the med bay. Overlord strode ahead while his lieutenants marched Smokescreen out with spear points at his neck. Predaking hopped into the pack of Decepticon soldiers, trying to fit in. He wondered if Overlord had even noticed him yet without his escorts. If he had, Predaking hoped he had seemed like a loyal enough Decepticon to make up for it.

The medics poured out behind them and to Predaking's shock, Arcee, Sideswipe, and Pipes were pushed out on their berths.

This must be one of those gladiatorial fights Overlord has called. But even the wounded must attend? Please forbid they do not have to participate...

Hellbat skipped up to him. “So you’re a Predacon right? A real one?”

Predaking's eyes stuck to Overlord's back and the spot of pink-purple metal which seemed to be part of a cannon.

“Yes,” Predaking breathed.

“What’s your name?”

The innocent questions stressed Predaking; he wanted to snap and holler at Hellbat for his help. Instead, he lumbered on and exhaled after a pause:

“Predaking.”

“I’m Hellbat. Can I sit beside you?”

Predaking nodded along without understanding, his gaze shifting to Smokescreen. Though he barely knew the Autobot, a protective urge swept over him.

What will become of him? Will he be terminated? Is there nothing I can do to save him?

Another large set of doors parted, revealing the largest indoor space Predaking had ever seen. A circular field lay beneath a glass dome which poured in the sky's purple light. Surrounding it all were two levels of stands, now being filled on one side by Decepticons. Hellbat tugged on Predaking's arm to lead him toward a set of stairs, but before they headed up, Black Shadow and Sixshot manifested beside Predaking.

“Why did you run off?” Black Shadow asked. “That was dangerous, mate.”

Predaking felt thankful for their concern. However, he had no chance to reply as Sixshot said, “Sit tight. We’ll meet with you after.”

Sixshot and Black Shadow jogged after Overlord and his lieutenants as they crossed the field.

“You’re so tall—let's sit at the back!” Hellbat chuckled. “So everyone else can see!”

Predaking obeyed, ascending to the top of the second level of seating. As they settled on a bench, Predaking caught a flash of Krok's bright yellow thighs. Krok, leading Crankcase, Fulcrum, and Misfire, came up to sit beside him. They did not exchange a word, but Predaking nervously set his hands down on the bench.

They wish for revenge on the Autobots. They support Overlord, it seems. Are they here to spy on me?

“Hellbat...” Predaking mumbled. In his peripheral vision, Krok's head turned slightly. “Is the Autobot likely to be executed?”

“Nah,” Hellbat said. “Close to it though! He'll probably get thrown into an unfair match.”

Predaking inhaled slowly. His fingers tapped the bench, but he froze them as Krok watched. Staring ahead, Predaking observed prisoners filling the stands on the other side of the arena: Star Seekers on the top level and Autobots on the lower one. The patients from the med bay were carried up by the medics then left in front row seats. Finally, Predaking spotted Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Chromedome. All four were heavily guarded while led up to the seats beside Sideswipe, Pipes, and Arcee. After them, Skylynx padded in with his wings drooped. Ripclaw and Darksteel trudged in behind him. His brethren searched for Predaking, perking up when they located him among the Decepticons.

Guards seated the three Predacons with their Autobot crewmates, then left. His brethren continued to gaze across the way at Predaking.

If I do nothing to aid the Autobots, then the freedom and safety of my brethren are assured, he thought. Yet I cannot forsake the Autobots, even if that may lead to our extermination... I must find a way to save us all. Is that why my brethren watch me? Have they realized the responsibility and risk is upon me?

The stands bubbled with heads. Predaking estimated three hundred Decepticons, one hundred Autobots, and fifty Star Seekers had been assembled. By now, Overlord had sat down comfortably upon his throne. Sixshot and Black Shadow stood to one side of him, the twin Seeker lieutenants to the other, while Smokescreen crouched in front of them. For now, Smokescreen stayed where he was, staring at his comrades in the stands. Just as Predaking pondered Trepan's whereabouts, the two-wheeler scampered away from the medics setting up a station at the back of the field. He wore a small backpack and slipped around the arena, hopping up onto the throne arm beside Overlord. At once, the two-wheeler leaned close to Overlord to whisper something.

You will see it; Trepan tells him something, then right after, Overlord makes a decision. It couldn’t be clearer.

The truth of Sixshot’s observation chilled Predaking.

Mind control.

Around Predaking, Decepticons gossiped, chuckled, and pointed at Smokescreen. Predaking jumped when Hellbat wrapped his arms around his and leaned into him. More strongly than ever, Predaking realized he did not belong here with them. His spark hammered as he watched Smokescreen. He was not like the others; he was not ready to see him break.

Overlord’s sonorous call shot through speakers at Predaking's feet. He jumped again as the rest of the crowd fell silent.

“This Autobot fancied a little jailbreak!”

Smokescreen stood up and stared at Overlord, trying to puff his chest despite how his lowered back parts gave away his fear.

“That doesn’t happen here,” Overlord said. “No one tries to leave.”

“Yeah?” Smokescreen countered, his tight voice stabbing through the speakers as well. “Just you try stopping us! We’ll find a way out.”

He glanced at the mass of prisoners, hoping find inspired faces. He found none. Every longtime Autobot prisoner stared blankly at him or with pity; Smokescreen’s crewmates waved at him to keep quiet.

Overlord sighed, “Oh my, we can’t have this rowdiness, and I would hate for you to somehow succeed in inspiring your fellows…”

Overlord raised his arm, pointing an enormous black blaster at Smokescreen.

“The price of attempted escape is death…”

Predaking snapped his head to Hellbat. The Autobots of the Nemesis crew screamed and hollered, then tried to climb over the wall of the stands. Overlord casually raised his other arm to aim a blaster at them as well. When Overlord continued to speak, the Autobots froze.

“But…” Overlord lowered his blasters without batting an eye. “All of you are new here and do not yet understand. No, you need to be taught a lesson and killing this child will not suffice. What you truly need to learn is that there is no hope here. Every Autobot bends to my will for their continued existence and to be spared of greater pain. Allow me to demonstrate my control: Star Saber, come forward.”

The Fifth Campaign leader of the Autobots rose. The jaws of the Autobot crewmates dropped as the powerful red, blue, and white Autobot strode past them and hopped over the wall into the arena.

Overlord commanded, “Punish him.”

The Decepticon audience whistled and stomped the floor as Star Saber pulled out a sword and advanced on the much smaller Autobot.

“I am sorry…” Star Saber's voice was strained. “This will be fast.”

“What?” Smokescreen darted away. Star Saber stalked after him, his blade and eyes tracking his movements. Even the thuds of Star Saber's footsteps and Smokescreen's skittering ones pounded through the speakers. All Predaking could think was how much he did not want to hear it all.

But I cannot interrupt the fight with Overlord right there! he despaired.

“Look at what Star Saber is willing to do!” Overlord cried. “The gentle, noble Autobot is willing to harm one of his own simply than oppose me.”

Bulkhead boomed from across the arena, “Star Saber! What are you doing? He’s just a kid!”

Star Saber closed in on Smokescreen. “If it’s not me, it will be Overlord. I have to.”

Smokescreen bore his blasters but hesitated to fire at the Autobot general. 

Whose cruel idea was this? Predaking glanced at the throne. Overlord’s or Trepan’s?

Overlord watched the proceeding with a blank expression, zoned out from either boredom or detachment from the horror taking place. To see that instead of humour on Overlord’s face made Predaking certain he had never seen greater evil.

“Stay back!” Smokescreen wailed, his doors rattling. He leapt away from Star Saber and fired a shot, but the Autobot general dodged it and prowled closer.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack roared and fired their blasters into the arena. Star Saber’s great sword was struck and went flying from his hands. Shocked, Star Saber glanced their way as other prisoners pounced on the Wreckers to restrain them. Shouts of disapproval rang out from the Autobot side of the arena; the Decepticons chuckled. Smokescreen suddenly dove for the sword, grabbing it and hopping back. He backed up to a wall and held out the blade between quivering, stiff arms.

Overlord said, “Go on, Star Saber. Finish him so that I may punish the interlopers next.”

The red warrior charged and backhanded the blade out of Smokescreen’s hands. As it fell, Star Saber rushed through Smokescreen’s panicked blasts, ignoring the sizzling of his own metal. Smokescreen yelped and tried to transform, but Star Saber swung at his gut and cut him off. The smaller Autobot hit the wall and crashed onto his side, coughed, then jumped back to his feet. Star Saber was already upon Smokescreen before he could react, another punch striking his chest and a second smashing Smokescreen’s face like a bludgeon.

Smokescreen stumbled, arm blasters flailing before Star Saber drove his knee into him. When Smokescreen fell, Star Saber pinned him under a knee and raised his fist one last time. Smokescreen gasped loudly, then after a bang, went still. Applause exploded from the Decepticon stands while Star Saber stood up, hung his head, and trudged back to his sword. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and the rest of the Autobot crewmates were too stunned to even holler at the general again.

“You disappoint me, Star Saber,” Overlord sighed. “You avoided using your sword…”

Star Saber froze like a statue halfway through sheathing his weapon.

“... And you knew I wanted you to use it.”

“I-I p-punished him...” Star Saber inhaled.

“That? That was nothing, no grander than a bar fight! No. Use your imagination, Star Saber.”

Star Saber redrew his sword and turned back to Smokescreen as the young Autobot groaned and stirred.

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Choice 1: Protect Smokescreen......... Go to 5_89
Choice 2: Watch................................ Go to 5_50

 

Star Saber:

Notes:

Art:
The arena: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Overlord and Trepan: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Star Saber punches Smokescreen: chaos_birdie (Tumblr)
Star Saber knees Smokescreen: Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)
Star Saber concept: forgedcold (Instagram)

Chapter 76: 5_27

Notes:

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You chose to not move.

 

Overlord watched the Autobots fearfully store away their weapons, then his brows rose slightly at the wet crack beside him. His gaze turned to his hand, now drenched in energon and holding a slumped and silent Autobot.

First Aid screamed. Weapons reappeared and Overlord was blasted by the group of hollering Autobots. For a few moments, Overlord stared at his hostage and ignored the assault, before he dropped the body and peered through the blasterfire.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” Overlord called.

He charged toward Smokescreen and spread his blood-soaked fingers over him. [Ripclaw transformed and bowled into Overlord, knocking him off his feet. She landed on top of him, seemingly pinning him, until Overlord gripped her arms and opened panels on his chest and abdomen. She tried to hop back, but Overlord held her fast. Even more guns emerged from his body before a burst of pink plasma fired into the Predacon’s gut.]

Ripclaw shrieked and buckled. She kicked off the ground and threw her body to the side, but the guns shifted and the shots pursued her. As layers of her armour seared away, Overlord's grip remained unbreakable, denting her arms. Frantically, Ripclaw bit Overlord’s head, but her teeth bent sideways and her jaw popped off on one side and fell hanging. The other three Predacons lunged in beast mode, each latching onto one of Overlord's arms.

Overlord's expression remained careless as he was covered in roaring beasts. He continued to fire into Ripclaw. Panicked by her screaming, the other Predacons slashed and bit Overlord’s body, only for their teeth and claws to slide harmlessly across his metal. Skylynx wrapped his teeth around Overlord’s fingers and pulled, prying his grip on Ripclaw. Predaking joined Skylynx, drawing back the fingers of Overlord's other hand until Ripclaw messily ripped free. As she scurried away, Overlord jammed his massive arm blasters under Predaking's and Skylynx's chins then fired a quick shot.

A hole burned through Predaking’s jaw and scorched the roof of his mouth. He and Skylynx fell back, writhing and tossing their heads, while Overlord sat up and swung at the lone Darksteel. With a cheep, Darksteel collapsed with imprints of Overlord’s knuckles stamped into his head crests. Ripclaw charged back in a wobbly gait, jaw flopping and energon pouring from her abdomen. Overlord jumped to his feet, dodged to the side, and felled her with a hard kick to her wounds. She dropped without a sound.

As Predaking and Skylynx pounced, Overlord turned. Sweeping out his arms, he backhanded them both in the air. Predaking fell onto his chin, twitched, then a foot knocked his head and all went dark.

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Predaking woke in beast form, his chin on fire and a terrible headache throbbing under his dents. He tried to stand, only to fall against a cold wall. His eyes slid shut and he went still.

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Hands touched his face. Predaking pulled back and hissed, then saw a green bot skid away from him.

“W-wait!” he gasped. “I’m a medic. Crankhandle.”

An Autobot symbol marked his chest and at his feet was a case bearing the same insignia First Aid wore. Predaking closed his jaws, wondering what this new Autobot medic was doing here.

Where am—No! Ripclaw ! Is she alright? And the others?

Predaking growled and hopped up, but immediately collapsed.

“It’s okay… ” Crankhandle padded forward. “Er… You understand me, right?”

Predaking curled his claws and looked past the medic at a cell door. Eyes widening, Predaking stared around at the walls containing him.

“... I’m so sorry about your little blue friend,” the doctor said.

Pipes… Predaking shuddered. The final crunch of the Autobot’s body echoed in his audio receptors.

“Hold still, please.”

Predaking lay down and trembled. Quickly the medic worked, unpopping his dents and welding his small cuts, which eased some of his pain.

“You’re lucky,” Crankhandle murmured. “Overlord doesn’t always have good control. But your jaw though… I worked on it a bit, but we’ll see about a metal graft surgery later, alright? It’s a big hole. For now… swallow this.”

The Autobot medic took out a small energon cube from his case. He placed it on the ground, but instead of taking it, Predaking transformed to bot mode.

“Where are my brethren?” Predaking demanded.

Crankhandle jumped. “You actually do transform! The, the rumours were spreading but… Did Shockwave make you?”

“Answer me.” Predaking snarled. “Are my brethren alright? And the Autobots? Where is everyone?”

“Everyone else survived,” Crankhandle soothed him. “Some were in really bad condition, but the team got to them right away. Like the one spiky Predacon whose internals got burnt. And two of the Autobots are in the med bay now. They were very close to joining the Allspark as well, but the head doctor got to them just in time.”

“Which Autobots were the gravely wounded ones?”

“Sideswipe and a blue two-wheeler,” Crankhandle said.

“And the others?”

“In separate cells.”

Predaking stomped up to the cell door with two slots that peered into a dark hall.

“Don't touch that!” Crankhandle yelped.

Predaking halted.

“D-do not try to break down that door,” the medic gulped. “I know you could, though it's electric. But if you try to escape, all your friends will be punished for your actions.”

Predaking stepped back from the door. “What do you mean?”

“Overlord will hurt them to teach you a lesson. They could even die. Do not try to escape, or you will regret it.”

A Decepticon chuckled from the hall, out of sight, “Heh, you better believe it. Overlord knows how to make you suffer.”

[Hellish memories invaded Predaking’s mind of fire, blood, and remorseless red eyes. The screams of the Autobots and his brethren echoed behind it all.]

“You done, medic?” the unseen Decepticon growled.

“Yes!” Crankhandle called while gathering his case. Then he whispered to Predaking, “Stay right there.”

Predaking flinched when the door opened to let the medic duck out into the hall. A lie of freedom lay beyond two glaring Decepticons. Then the door shut and Predaking fell against the back wall, sitting down and curling up. His spark pounded faster and faster in his chest until it burned painfully. The energon sat untouched beside him as he stared forward, shaking. Never before had he felt small and helpless as a Predacon. Never had he imagined adversary who could not be fought, hurt, and most importantly—stopped. Even Megatron possessed by Unicron could be harmed; Overlord's invincibility was incomprehensible... beyond godlike.

For the first time in his life, Predaking longed for help. He just could not imagine who could help them now.

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Chapter 77: 5_28

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Smokescreen

 

Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, and Chromedome fought free of the other prisoners who tried to restrain them. All four sailed over the wall and landed in the arena. Star Saber stared at them until the four tackled him to the ground. Bulkhead tore the sword from Star Saber's grasp and tossed it to Wheeljack, letting the small Autobot wield the blade as long as his body. Though it looked uncanny in his hands, Wheeljack firmly pointed it at Star Saber as he was let go.

“You’re supposed to be better than this,” Wheeljack growled. “Ol’ Mags used to speak highly of you! You were a real legend among the ranks... Look at what you’ve become.”

Star Saber stepped back as though the blade had struck him.

Overlord chuckled, “Yes, look at what he's become! And every Autobot here. There is no one left you can trust. Autobots, take Chromedome and Bumblebee out of the arena. Keep the other two in.”

Autobots flooded over the wall or down the stairs. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Chromedome, and Bumblebee jolted, unable to fire or fight back, when their own comrades pinned them or dragged them back into stands. Once his command had been fulfilled, Overlord waved at the medics across the field. They jogged toward Smokescreen with medical kits in their hands, but after a quick look over him, they simply hauled him away.

“What are you doing?” First Aid yelped.

One medic snapped, “Always clear the area as fast as possible! We'll treat him in the back.”

They rushed away, leaving a pool of energon behind.

“You may go, Star Saber,” Overlord rumbled. “Leave the sword.”

Star Saber hastened to depart.

Raising his upturned palm to the Decepticon spectators, Overlord called, “You two Vehicons! This is your time to shine! Put on a show for me, if you would be so kind. Autobots, release our next two combatants.”

Two purple grounder-type Vehicons threw themselves over the stands. After landing heavily, they squared their chests. One rolled his shoulders while both of them stared down Bulkhead and Wheeljack as they were released. The other Autobot prisoners drove or flew out of the arena.

“Vehicon troopers to fight?” Wheeljack growled. “Good. I’m in a mighty need of some stress relief.”

Wheeljack swung Star Saber's sword experimentally while Bulkhead transformed his arm into a bludgeon. They jolted when the Vehicons charged with ferocious screams. All members of the Nemesis crew gawked at the loud and unyielding aggression unlike anything they had ever seen from Vehicons before. As the clones lunged, Wheeljack and Bulkhead swung their weapons. The Vehicons flowed under the bludgeon and the blade, then jumped and uppercutted their jaws, snapping back the Wreckers’ stunned expressions.

Punches snapped their heads from side to side and the Wreckers stumbled. Giving up their weapons, Bulkhead and Wheeljack tried to jab back with their fists. Their knuckles barely scraped the Vehicons' bodies as they flitted out of the way. Bulkhead swung hard and wide, looking no more than a mindless brute who had stumbled into the arena, while his Vehicon opponent nailed him with precise, trained blows to his weak spots. Though Wheeljack was more agile than his comrade, his short stature brought his head within easy range of his opponent's lightning punches. 

The Wreckers lurched, blinded. The Vehicons glanced at each other, then rushed back for Star Saber’s sword. The two saw it fit to grab the handle together and charge point first at Bulkhead.

Predaking thought Overlord would intervene. However, Overlord watched while Trepan whispered into his audio receptor. Overlord straightened in his seat a moment before the Vehicons ran the Wrecker through.

At the shink and Bulkhead’s grunt, Wheeljack regained his senses and hollered. Predaking’s jaw fell. The Decepticon spectators cheered as Bulkhead dropped to his knees, energon oozing around the sword in his gut. One of the Vehicons yanked the blade free just as Wheeljack flew at them. Swinging it, the Vehicon caught Wheeljack in its arc.

After the sharp sound of sliced metal, Wheeljack collapsed beside Bulkhead. Both Wreckers twitched and clutched their gushing wounds as their crewmates screamed and the Decepticon audience jeered. Overlord’s fingers flicked at the med team, but Trepan sailed off the throne as well. To Bulkhead, Trepan went and shoved a small hand deep into his gut wound. He flicked on lights beside his glasses, then peered inside Bulkhead as he worked, ignoring the Wrecker’s moan of pain. Beside them, other medics tended to Wheeljack's deep side wound.

The Vehicons spun and basked in the praise of the Decepticon crowd. They raised their arms and would have sneered if they could have, showing off their energon-splattered bodies and Star Saber's drenched sword. The Vehicons sauntered up to Overlord and offered him the dripping blade. With the same drowsy expression, Overlord leaned forward to take it, then beckoned Star Saber to come to him.

Wheeljack was carried by the medics to the back of the field and dropped beside Smokescreen. However, Bulkhead was left where he was as Trepan continued his work. Some medics lingered around him in a ring but otherwise left him space. In the meantime, Star Saber slunk back into the arena to Overlord.

Overlord smirked in the direction of Bumblebee and Chromedome, his voice slapping them through the speakers. “Ah, how much you are learning today! It is not just me you will fear. You see, I have been specially training my Decepticons for the past century, preparing them for all situations, turning them into ultimate Autobot-killing machines… Each and every one of them is equipped and eager to take you down; they simply wait for my permission to harm you.”

Star Saber fidgeted in the presence of Overlord. When Overlord leaned forward to pass him back his sword, Star Saber shrunk and silently received it. Without cleaning it, Star Saber sheathed the blade and strode back to the stands.

At last, Trepan stood up and backed away from Bulkhead. He waved at the other medics with his arms soaked up to his elbows in energon. Bulkhead was carried off by the strongest medics like Spinister, and Trepan skittered back up onto Overlord's throne. The four bots who stood at Overlord's side did not react, did not even spare Trepan a glance. Silently they watched as the Vehicons proudly returned to the stands wearing Autobot blood.

“Good show!” Overlord called. “But we aren’t finished yet. Not even close.”

He snapped his cold eyes back at the new arrivals.

“Bumblebee,” Overlord announced.

Autobot prisoners hurled him into the field. He flailed then crashed on his feet, looking murderously at Overlord.

“Ah, Optimus’ little pet scout,” Overlord purred. “Do you think yourself a warrior now? How adorable. Well, let's see you try to fight. Because you interrupted one of my matches, I will have to punish you as well.”

Black Shadow turned his head to Overlord. “I’ll do it.”

What? Predaking nearly leapt from his seat and hollered.

“Oh, you volunteer?” Overlord spread his arms without knocking Trepan off the throne. “By all means, Black Shadow!”

Predaking leaned forward, rapidly blinking as though to clear away what he saw. Black Shadow leapt over the wall around the throne and strode into the arena.

Bumblebee stood his ground, but as Black Shadow stomped closer, their difference in power became apparent. The Decepticon Campaign leader was nearly twice Bumblebee's size. How Bumblebee's doors stayed raised in defiance, Predaking did not know. All the footage they had seen of Black Shadow now flashed through Predaking's mind: how Autobots had perished from just one of Black Shadow's kicks.

“I am going to enjoy this,” Black Shadow hissed.

The Decepticons erupted in fresh cries of excitement and shouted encouragement at the Seeker.

Bumblebee raised his fists. “We'll see. I might just put a few dents in you.”

“Ha! Primus, I am going to break you—”

Overlord said, “As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, do not terminate him. I intend to interrogate this one.”

“Alright then,” Black Shadow spat.

The Seeker snapped into jet mode and shot at Bumblebee as a streak of black and red. Baring his blasters, Bumblebee fired rapidly at the Seeker. Ignoring the blasts, Black Shadow changed to bot mode. Bumblebee transformed just before Black Shadow struck him, dropping onto his wheels and screeching toward Overlord. As Overlord sat tapping his cheek, Predaking panicked.

Stop! What do you intend to accomplish? 

Bumblebee transformed and whirled around to face Black Shadow, his blasters once again bared and firing at the Seeker. Predaking exhaled. The Seeker sprinted at Bumblebee, screaming, “You think you can keep your distance from me?”

Black Shadow's hip plates clacked with each thundering step. Bumblebee exchanged his blasters for his fists as Black Shadow launched at him.

A thick leg swung at the small Autobot; Bumblebee flitted to the side to dodge it. Cutting the kick short, Black Shadow slammed down his leg, spun on his heel, and shot out a back kick. The switch was so fast that Predaking barely saw what had happened.

Bumblebee hit the ground while the Decepticon crowd laughed and cheered.

Black Shadow uttered, “Get up.”

Bumblebee surged to his feet with a cry and pummelled out several speedy punches. Black Shadow’s hands moved faster: a white flurry of slaps that blocked every blow. Black Shadow booted him squarely in the chest and sent him flying. After skidding on his posterior, Bumblebee pulled himself onto one knee and wheezed, wrapping his arms over the fresh dent. The Autobot snapped his head up with spinning, sharp blue eyes.

“Are you mad?” Black Shadow snarled. “You think you’re going to avenge your friends now? That little dead blue one?”

Bumblebee roared and lunged at the Seeker. He swung for a punch, but a lightning kick struck Bumblebee's right elbow. There was a loud crack and pop as the joint busted, lubricant sprayed, and Bumblebee’s arm bent the wrong way. As the screaming Autobot fell, Black Shadow caught him and yanked him back to his feet. He let the Autobot stumble for balance before he fired a kick at Bumblebee's knee.

Metal crumpled and Bumblebee’s knee joint popped out from the side. Predaking's eyes bugged. He heard Krok huff, and when he glanced at him, Krok's eyes were bright in amusement.

Bumblebee shrieked and writhed on the ground, two of his limbs broken and flopping. Black Shadow stomped on Bumblebee's torso, snarling, “You are weak! You thought you could stand a chance against me? None of you Autobots stand a chance here!”

Black Shadow stomped on Bumblebee again and again. His metal cracked and energon flew upward. Predaking swayed and felt the urge to vomit. The Seeker did not look like he was about to stop even if he disobeyed Overlord’s command. Predaking realized Bumblebee could be killed right in front of him if he did not intervene.

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Choice 1: Protect Bumblebee...... Go to 5_40
Choice 2: Watch......................... Go to 5_39

Notes:

Art:
Wreckers vs Vehicons: Kaichdreis (X)
Black Shadow vs Bumblebee: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 78: 5_29

Notes:

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Chromedome

 

Predaking’s spark screamed at him to act, but still, he was petrified by fear.

“Heh,” Overlord said suddenly. “Always so clever.”

Trepan slid back from Overlord's audio receptor.

Overlord went on, “I do like the idea of adding another Campaign Leader to my collection. Chromedome is no renowned warrior, but the Fourth Campaign Leader indeed he was!—And to have the Fourth, the Fifth, and the Sixth Autobot Campaign Leaders all in my custody... Lord Megatron will be unable to contain his delight!”

Overlord waved at Krok, who hesitantly backed away from the bleeding Autobot. Trepan raced to Chromedome with scalpels and welding torches flying out from his fingertips.

“You are lucky that Optimus made you special,” Overlord told Chromedome. “Now, you can live and join Star Saber and Maximus as my trophies.”

As the doctor knelt down to repair Chromedome's neck, he stared at Overlord and his unfaltering smirk.

“Damn… you…” Chromedome croaked. “I won’t be… your…”

“Shht!” Trepan hissed.

Overlord summoned the other medics. Spinister nearly teleported into the field, scooping up Krok and taking him to the back. Other Decepticon medics helped repair Krok while the Autobot ones worked on Chromedome's lower injuries, leaving Trepan to the mortal wound. Finally, Chromedome was carried away and Trepan returned to his post.

Overlord announced. “Now, shall we continue the program?”

The sea of Decepticons cheered and whistled.

“I am saving a special fight for the end!” Overlord proclaimed. “But just before that spectacular conclusion, there is another test I wish to perform. Krok’s Decepticons, our new comrades—I am curious to see what level of combat skill you possess! And I hope you match your leader’s fervour!”

Beside Predaking, Fulcrum inhaled, “U-us?”

“Come on.” Crankcase pulled up Misfire and Fulcrum. The three headed down the stairs and slid over the wall. When they dropped into the arena, Misfire and Fulcrum instantly huddled and stared at the Autobots in the opposite stands.

Spinister started to enter the field, but Overlord called out, “No, not you, Spinister. Stay where you are.”

The Decepticon medic retreated while Overlord scanned the Autobots.

“Wing and Waver, into the arena!”

Two red and white Autobots leapt from the stands into the field. Misfire and Fulcrum scrambled back until they pressed against the wall.

“Oh dear,” Overlord sighed. “Are you afraid to fight Autobots? Where is the Decepticon fire in your sparks?”

Crankcase changed his arm into a blaster and growled at his comrades, “Pull yourselves together! There’s only two of them! Let’s kick some Autobot tailpipe!”

Fulcrum and Misfire transformed their arms into blasters as the Autobots stalked closer. One of the Autobots taunted, “Come on, you slimy ‘Cons. Afraid to go hand to hand?”

The other Autobot transformed to jet mode and rushed them. Misfire hollered and shot wildly, his blasts pelting the Star Seeker audience instead. As individual bots yelped in pain, Overlord nearly left his seat.

“What is with that atrocious aim?” he boomed.

Crankcase clipped the Seeker—presumably Wing, but the Autobot ignored the new burn on his metal. Wing dropped down on top of them and that was the end of Misfire’s and Fulcrum’s brave stands. They scattered and screamed while Crankcase swore.

For a moment, Wing stood and looked around him. “Now that is just sad.”

Waver called, “Let’s finish this fast!”

Wing flew back to Waver, but transformed to bot mode above him. With a shinking sound of transformation, their bodies latched together. As soon as Misfire and Fulcrum looked back and saw the combined Autobots, they nearly sank to the floor.

Overlord chuckled, “Well, now it’s three against one. Doesn’t that make you feel better?”

“Scrap!” Crankcase yelled.

“You ought to be prepared to face anything,” Overlord carried on. “You never know when you could encounter Autobots of the Multiforce experiments. Why would I provide you with a warning?”

Overlord was nearly cut off as the Combiner charged and Misfire and Fulcrum shrieked. They transformed and flew a panicked circle around the room, before locating an exit and beelining toward it.

Overlord exhaled, “LyLeo.”

His twin lieutenants drew back their arms and aimed their spears. Once Misfire and Fulcrum landed in bot form and pounded at the locked door, the twins hurled their weapons. Slicing through the air and boosted by small jets, the spears crossed the arena and sank into Misfire's and Fulcrum's wings.

The fleeing Decepticons screamed in a new way as arcs of electricity jumped over their bodies, then they fell and convulsed on the ground. Crankcase and the Autobot Combiner stared as Overlord's lieutenants jetted across the arena, yanked out their spears, and dragged the two runaways to Overlord. As they did, Trepan whispered to the general until they all came close.

“You actually tried to flee from Autobots?” Overlord exclaimed. “You are a disgrace to your faction! Lord Megatron would have none of this! You will go behind bars and only emerge for training until this behaviour is fixed! But for now…”

He pointed his giant arm blasters at their heads.

“Get back to your fight!”

Misfire and Fulcrum glanced from Overlord's blasters to the Autobot Combiner who pounced on Crankcase and pummelled him. They raced to his aid, but arrived just as their battered comrade fell unconscious. The Combiner turned to them, the Decepticons clung to each other, but they too were beaten to stillness. Overlord waved and the Combiner carried all three Decepticons to the medics, then exited the arena.

Overlord sighed, “Oh Krok, at least you never fell that low! What a lacklustre match, but, only the penultimate fight. I would never allow the show to end on such a disappointing note. No, for our most exciting battle…”

Overlord’s gaze snapped back to Predaking.

“The self-acclaimed leader of Shockwave’s pets!” he cried. “A transforming Predacon: Predaking!”

Nearby Decepticons turned and grinned at him while others began to whoop. Hellbat nuzzled his arm quickly then detached, startling Predaking who had forgotten he was there.

“You're up! Entertain him!” Hellbat chirped.

Predaking rose but felt as though chains had lifted him against his own accord.

“Now as for your opponent...” Overlord gazed at the Autobot spectators. “I should have saved one of the crew members you arrived with to test your loyalty... Then again, that would be a battle too swiftly decided! Now Maximus, you would be a more suitable opponent, wouldn't you? As the largest, most powerful Autobot here...”

Trepan whispered to Overlord again, who paused to listen.

Overlord cried, “Well! What a violent suggestion! But you’ve captured my interest. It would be extremely entertaining to witness a clash of the beasts! Thundertron, come on down!”

One of the largest of the Star Seekers hurled himself with a roar into the arena, his head and chin spikes rattling upon impact. Fixing Predaking with a dirty glare, Thundertron bared his teeth and flexed his arms to display the long claws packed on them. Silver scars crossed his body and his blue plating was dented and chipped: indications of the countless battles he had survived and his refusal to receive proper medical treatment.

“Forward, Predaking. Fight this famous enemy of the Decepticons!” Overlord bent his finger and Predaking moved. He jumped down into the arena, suppressing a chill as he stepped on warm energon.

“Now, now, now… we could make this even more interesting, couldn’t we?” Overlord tutted. “Deathsaurus, join your leader!”

Another large Star Seeker threw himself into the arena. Unlike Thundertron, he was gleaming blue and decorated with shiny gold curves. However, equal hatred and confidence glowed in the four eyes he locked onto Predaking. Chest puffed, Deathsaurus crossed his arms and laid his clawed fingers over his elbows.

Overlord ordered, “Predaking, choose one of your Predacons to fight alongside you!”

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Choice 1: Skylynx.......... Go to 5_38
Choice 2: Darksteel....... Go to 5_48
Choice 3: Ripclaw.......... Go to 5_55

 

Thundertron (unblemished):

Notes:

Art:
Lyzack and Leozack throw their spears: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Thundertron concept: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)

Chapter 79: 5_30

Notes:

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You chose to lie

 

Overlord is infatuated with Megatron, Predaking remembered. So I must feign having been loyal to him.

“The Autobots stormed the warship,” Predaking gulped. “Alongside the others I tried to fight them off, but they had come with relics. They managed to overpower us…”

As Predaking strained to recall details from the many Vehicon stories he had heard, he decided to skip mentioning Megatron's death.

“We were defeated and imprisoned separately,” Predaking said.

Overlord pressed, “What did they do with Lord Megatron then?”

“I… am not certain. The Autobots released me, and then I never saw the Decepticon high command again… Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave—I do not know where any of them are now."

Predaking tensed like a beam trying to keep his plates from rattling.

“Then the video of Lord Megatron's defection...” Overlord continued. “It must be fake, yes? Krok showed it to me. But we are under the impression the video is an Autobot trick, not Bumblebee's memory as they claim."

The video? How could he believe it was fabricated? Predaking glanced at Krok. His red eyes were wide, urging Predaking to humour Overlord.

“I-it may be fake,” Predaking said.

Overlord smiled slowly and nodded. Relief washed down Predaking's back to see that he had been appeased.

“Of course it is an Autobot fabrication made to damage Decepticon morale!” Overlord spread his arms. “They have Lord Megatron behind bars, but they keep the truth from the Decepticons who would otherwise rescue him! The Autobots would rather make us complacent, sapped of hope and fighting spirit, believing our leader abandoned us! I will show everyone the truth; I will find Lord Megatron.”

Predaking leaned back. Just how far will he go, searching for the truth he wants to hear?

The doors opened. Flinching at the sound, Predaking turned only to find an orange, black, and white two-wheeler at the threshold. He slipped by below Predaking’s knees, heading toward Overlord. Predaking gawked as the monstrous general shifted to make room for the tiny bot to hop up onto the throne arm beside him.

“Well?” Overlord asked.

The two-wheeler squinted at Predaking and the Decepticons from the Nemesis. He cupped his hands against the side of Overlord's head and whispered. Despite his attempt not to be heard, Predaking caught some of his words.

“---------Sideswipe is------but the one--Arcee--done with her too---Pipes----------.”

“Excellent,” Overlord responded.

Predaking shivered. Who is that bot? What has he done with Sideswipe, Arcee, and Pipes?

Krok gasped, “You have a non-combatant medic?”

Now Predaking noticed the two-wheeler’s insignia: a black four arrow mark upon his chestplate.

“Yes,” Overlord replied. “Although, he is special. Trepan is a Decepticon-aligned non-combatant medic.”

Krok said, “But those have never been allowed. Decepticons, even medics, must fight.”

“Trepan's skills are too valuable to lose were he to perish in battle,” Overlord replied. “All medics are indispensable; I do not compel them to fight. All that matters is Trepan sides with our cause and treats both Autobots and Decepticons when required.”

Overlord partially turned his head toward the medic.

“Thank you, you may go.”

Trepan hopped off the armrest and left the room.

To those still gathered before him, Overlord continued, “If any of you are knowledgeable in ship repairs, accompany Lyzack and Leozack to the Nemesis.”

Krok glanced at his soldiers. “Crankcase and Fulcrum.”

The Seeker twins separated from Overlord’s side and led the two Decepticons away.

“I will interrogate the Autobots,” Overlord decided. “But not until I have broken them in. For now, they will marinate in their confusion and fear. Tomorrow, I will destroy the last of their resolve.”

Overlord dismissed Krok, Misfire, and Spinister.

“You are free to enjoy the premises. Find yourselves your own quarters.”

Predaking’s spark hammered as the Nemesis Decepticons left. Now, he was alone with Overlord and the other two Campaign Leaders.

“Unfortunately, I still need to be convinced of your loyalty,” Overlord carried on. “I will allow you the freedom to roam, but under surveillance. Sixshot, Black Shadow—explain to him the laws of Elba and provide him a tour. If he behaves these next few solar cycles, then I shall release his fellow Predacons and allow them to join our attack on Cybertron. If the Predacons prove they are not as loyal to the Decepticons as Predaking claimed, then they shall suffer the same as the Autobots and the Star Seekers.”

Sixshot and Black Shadow stepped forward.

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Continue to 5_86

 

Leozack and Lyzack:

Notes:

Art:
The two-wheeler and Overlord: Cojicron (YouTube)
Leozack and Lyzack concept: Emperor Kumquat

Chapter 80: 5_31

Notes:

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You chose to go into the hall

“Thank you,” Predaking said.

The Vehicons nodded and opened the doors with a code. Passing them, Predaking felt relieved that at least some of the Vehicons here were as kind as the ones on Earth. Down the hall, all other doors were open. When Predaking peeked into the rooms, he expected to find the sleeping quarters of higher-ranking Decepticons. However, they lacked the furnishing. Each room was nearly empty with only spouts on the walls and drains on the floors. Some of those floors glistened under the dim light from a translucent but chemically sweet-scented liquid.

One door out of all of them was closed. The air seeping through its cracks carried an even sweeter chemical scent, and intrigued, Predaking pressed the button on the wall to grant him access to the room. Hot mist buffeted over him and escaped into the hall. As the haze cleared, Predaking made out an immense steaming tub that nearly filled the entire room. Within it, however, was not the white and teal form of Sixshot, but one even larger with a dark blue chest.

Overlord lay back in the tub with his hands soaking in the bath. Slowly blinking pink eyes, he regarded Predaking frozen at the threshold. Black and blue lips turned from a frown to a smile.

“And what would you be doing here?” Overlord drawled.

He began to rise, the bathwaters sloshing around his hips. Predaking’s spark pounded as Overlord reached his full height and glided through the steaming liquid, a shower of sparkling drops raining from his chest. Floating up the steps, Overlord slipped out from the tub. Rivers of syrupy liquid flowed over his body and trailed down his legs.

“Well?” Overlord rumbled.

His torso swayed as he sauntered closer, his white metal flashing under the light. By every indication, his approach was warm and friendly, but within his gaze was cold calculation, and within his broad limbs—lethal power.

“Did you take a wrong turn, Predaking, or have you come to kill me?”

Overlord’s large hand fell onto his shoulder, heavy but not yet squeezing.

Predaking stammered, “I-I… was seeking Sixshot.”

“Sixshot is certainly not here.”

Overlord's thumb stroked Predaking’s throat: a warning before his fingers tapped his back to turn him around. Predaking retreated into the hall and Overlord’s hand melted off him, returning to his side. They headed toward the exit with the floor trembling between Predaking's steps. Overlord marched beside him, so close that his shoulder and foot grazed Predaking's, and the breeze of his movements wafted Predaking with a flowery fluid scent.

Overlord reached out, pressing the button to open the doors. Once they parted, their gazes dropped to the Vehicons now lying sprawled on the floor.

Predaking’s jaw dropped. He took a step toward them, then rough hands snatched his neck from behind and ripped his head from his body.

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Game Over: Trolled by Vehicons

Notes:

Overlord Moto Moto

A hot death scene for shits and giggles and a chance to indulge in the verbs and adjectives

Art provided by Aldecaver (Instagram)

Chapter 81: 5_32

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After all guards had been sent away from the prison levels, Sixshot and Black Shadow released Misfire and Fulcrum. The two slunk from their cells then latched onto each other, looking warily at Arcee.

Fulcrum stammered, “Krok, you want me to make bombs for the... the Autobots?”

Krok said, “Yes, Fulcrum. You are an integral part to the plan.”

Fulcrum asked Arcee, “Y-y-you want us to k-keep the Nemesis and not the Ark?”

She exhaled, “The Nemesis is crawling with hundreds of Decepticons right now. This is the way it has to be.”

“You aren't tricking me... right? I won't be p-put on trial for this?” Fulcrum coughed.

Misfire squeezed him. “Why not take the opportunity to be the ‘Con that took out the Ark!”

Fulcrum panicked. “Bu-but the Autobots on Cybertron won't understand the situation! They'll freak out!”

Crankcase interrupted, “No, they will understand.”

Misfire told Fulcrum, “And if they don’t, we’ll run away, alright?”

“I-I don’t want to run anymore!” Fulcrum gasped. “Krok, why do we have to work with Autobots? Why can’t we just follow Overlord and leave with him?”

Arcee bristled; Krok glared at her. “Don't threaten him. Fulcrum, brother, is Overlord really the leader you want?”

“W-well no, I'd, I'd rather follow you, Krok...”

“I say we all get out of here: Decepticons, Autobots, even the Star Seekers. Working together's our only shot at beating that crazed general.”

Spinister rumbled, “You do not need to fear the Autobots, Fulcrum. They will not hurt us anymore.”

“Yes they will!” Fulcrum cried. “They are so vengeful and hateful! Remember how they treated us when we got to Cybertron? They would have shot us if Krok hadn’t reminded them of the Kaon Conventions! And then they slapped bombs around our throats, restricted our freedom, and mistreated us! I don’t want to help them escape! I just don't!”

Arcee’s back parts flared and her eyes expanded. “Look—”

Predaking interrupted, “Fulcrum, Arcee can get you all the materials you require. She can sneak through the walls and do your bidding. Let her show her willingness to cooperate.”

Arcee quirked her brows at Predaking. Fulcrum clenched his teeth.

“Misfire,” Krok said. “You can help place bombs with Rewind. At least if you are spotted, you look like any common Decepticon. And if you are chased, just flee and later we will ground bridge you back.”

“Uhhh, sure,” Misfire replied.

“K-Krok,” Fulcrum choked.

“Fulcrum, if you save these Autobots,” Predaking said, “imagine how favourably the rest of their kind will perceive you.”

Misfire squashed Fulcrum against his chest. “He’s right, Fulcrum! The Autobots’ll love us!”

“O-okay…” Fulcrum gulped. “I will do it…”

“We will do it!" Misfire exclaimed. "You make the doodads and I will place them where you want them!”

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As Krok's Decepticons began production with Arcee and Rewind, the others walked down to Ultra Magnus' cell. By now the Commander was conscious and had heard some of their plan, but Krok filled him in on the rest.

“Ultra Magnus,” Krok sighed. “I know it is hard to trust Decepticons like me. You may believe that we intend to dupe you Autobots, secretly modifying our plan so that the Autobots are used as a distraction and we take off with the Nemesis.”

The wounded commander stared hard at Krok.

Krok said, “But Overlord is no more than a living, deranged weapon of mass destruction now. Even if I wanted to betray you, leaving anybot behind with Overlord is a risk—anyone who could treat him or repair a ship for him. We agree that every Cybertronian must leave Elba so that he is guaranteed to waste away.”

“You are correct,” Ultra Magnus muttered. “Everyone, no matter their faction, must leave. Let us take control of the Nemesis so that we can use its ground bridge system to teleport all prisoners onboard.”

“And everyone in the med bay,” Krok added. 

“The Predacons can help carry the injured, as they did before.” Ultra Magnus glanced at Predaking. 

Krok concluded, “Then the first step is to take Trepan hostage, before seizing control of the Nemesis.”

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When Predaking, Sixshot, Black Shadow, and Krok approached Maximus, Predaking explained everything to him.

“HA!” Maximus roared. “HAHAHA! Trepan is his weakness? That explains everything!”

“But we cannot simply terminate Trepan now, as I explained...” Predaking said.

“Oh I understand, don't worry,” Maximus uttered. “I'll help you however I can. But what are you going to do once we get everyone onboard? Overlord will just ram into the ship and take it down! If he gets Trepan back, he will attack everyone, and if he knows he won't get Trepan back, he'll attack us as his final stand.”

“Right,” Black Shadow inhaled.

Krok thought for a few moments. “We'll take Trepan onto the Nemesis and tell Overlord that we will toss him out if he keeps his distance. This time, we ready the hyperwarp so that we can jump just before Overlord realizes we're going to break our promise. If we can keep Overlord away from the ship just until the count of 90, we're out of here.”

The group moved on to Star Saber and Sixshot explained the situation to him.

Star Saber said, “What if we really do give Overlord the doctor? Must we kill Overlord? Or simply strand him here with Trepan and the energon they have? Let Elba be their prison.”

Sixshot responded, “For them, the energon will last for thousands upon thousands of stellar cycles. In that time, some ship may turn up on Elba. We need to be sure that Overlord perishes, and swiftly, to protect everyone.”

“We could throw Trepan's corpse outside,” Krok said. “Let him fall and let Overlord take the time to catch him, only to realize that Trepan is dead.”

---

“Kill the hostage?” Ultra Magnus raised his brows.

---

“Perfect!” Maximus boomed. “There is no reason to hold back from killing him. His continued existence benefits no one but the monster!”

---

“That is immoral,” Star Saber protested. “We cannot condone killing the hostage just to guarantee time to escape. We must find another way!”

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Now came the time to explain the escape plan to the Star Seekers. They found one of their members, the red one who had yelled at Predaking before, identifying as the third-in-command after Thundertron and Deathsaurus.

“You will take us with you as long as we don’t cause trouble?” she asked.

“All of you,” Sixshot confirmed. “And your leaders in the med bay. Just be calm and walk onto the warship with the other prisoners, then you will get off this planet.”

“Deal, Cybertronian,” she replied. “The Star Seekers will comply with your plan.”

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Star Saber grew distressed in his cell as he learned the plan still included “kill Trepan”.

“We do not truly understand Trepan’s intentions,” he argued. “I do not believe our plan must include his death. Find another way.”

Black Shadow chuckled, “How about we cut off the doctor’s servos? Ha! Couldn’t operate on Overlord’s processor without them!”

“How barbaric...” Star Saber inhaled.

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“Take no risks. What if Trepan still found a way to operate without his servos?” Maximus asserted. “Kill Trepan! Throw his corpse to Overlord!”

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“Trepan identifies as a Decepticon now,” Krok told Ultra Magnus. “You are not sacrificing your own; we are, and this is fine with us.”

Ultra Magnus nodded slowly.

---

Predaking growled at Star Saber, “All the others agree it is best to terminate Trepan. You were wrong about him, I assure you. I heard for myself what Trepan whispered to Overlord. He was not trying to save the Autobots; he told Overlord to make the prisoners fight each other to the death. He urged Overlord to do it.”

“You must have misheard...” Star Saber replied.

“What Predaking says is true,” Sixshot sighed. “I heard every sick word. You believed Overlord was the cruel mastermind, but it was Trepan all along.”

Black Shadow said, “I think Overlord got so messed up in the Apex Project that LyLeo grabbed a non-combatant medic to fix him, except that one they chose happened to be the most fragged up one!”

---

“How do we ascertain that other Decepticons will not wrestle Trepan from our grasp?” Ultra Magnus asked.

Sixshot replied, “Nearly all Decepticons here are from the Fifth and Seventh Campaign. As of now, they are terrified of Overlord. The only issue we may face will be from the Sixth Campaign Decepticons and certainly Lyzack and Leozack, Overlord’s lieutenants. We will subdue any Overlord loyalists with numbers and force them at blasterpoint to board the warship. And someone strong will have to keep hold of Trepan the entire time.”

“We expect minimal resistance tomorrow,” Krok said. “But indeed, we cannot lose Trepan for even a nano-second.”

---

Maximus rumbled, “A hostage situation only works when the other bot is scared that you will actually commit to the killing. You want Overlord to quake? Let me hold Trepan. Everyone knows how badly I want to crush him. The doctor wasn’t even allowed to treat me. Overlord will freeze up, and let me tell you, if I get my hands on Trepan, nothing will make me let go.”

---

Misfire darted in and out of the hall, stuffing Fulcrum’s bombs into his cockpit. Rewind could only carry one at a time, so he opted to take upon the task of keeping an eye on Overlord.

“The Ark and the Tidal Wave are done,” Misfire reported.

Rewind told them, “Overlord is in G-9 with Trepan, Lyzack, and Leozack, recharging.”

Fulcrum sat on the floor in his open cell, his hands moving like clockwork to grab and assemble the materials from the piles Arcee had dumped. To increase production, Spinister and Crankcase sat beside him, following his instructions and letting Fulcrum inspect their work. The thin Decepticon hardly paid Arcee mind as she came and left, emptying chain bags of materials on the floor. Voice steady and clear, he called out whatever he needed next.

Misfire was never noticed darting back and forth behind the Institute. Before Overlord woke, every bomb had been set, the plan had been finalized, and Fulcrum and Misfire had left to wait at the shipyard.

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Continue to 5_25

Notes:

Art:
Misfire and Fulcrum released: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 82: 5_33

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Chromedome

 

Predaking’s spark screamed at him to act, but still, he was petrified by fear.

“Heh,” Overlord said suddenly. “Always so clever.”

Trepan slid back from Overlord's audio receptor.

Overlord went on, “I do like the idea of adding another Campaign Leader to my collection. Chromedome is no renowned warrior, but the Fourth Campaign Leader indeed he was!—And to have the Fourth, the Fifth, and the Sixth Autobot Campaign Leaders all in my custody... Lord Megatron will be unable to contain his delight!”

Overlord waved at Krok, who hesitantly backed away from the bleeding Autobot. Trepan raced to Chromedome with scalpels and welding torches flying out from his fingertips.

“You are lucky that Optimus made you special,” Overlord told Chromedome. “Now, you can live and join Star Saber and Maximus as my trophies.”

As the doctor knelt down to repair Chromedome's neck, he stared at Overlord and his unfaltering smirk.

“Damn… you…” Chromedome croaked. “I won’t be… your…”

“Shht!” Trepan hissed.

Overlord summoned the other medics. Spinister nearly teleported into the field, scooping up Krok and taking him to the back. Other Decepticon medics helped repair Krok while the Autobot ones worked on Chromedome's lower injuries, leaving Trepan to the mortal wound. Finally, Chromedome was carried away and Trepan returned to his post.

Overlord announced. “Now, shall we continue the program?”

The sea of Decepticons cheered and whistled.

“I am saving a special fight for the end!” Overlord proclaimed. “But just before that spectacular conclusion, there is another test I wish to perform. Krok’s Decepticons, our new comrades—I am curious to see what level of combat skill you possess! And I hope you match your leader’s fervour!”

Beside Predaking, Fulcrum inhaled, “U-us?”

“Come on.” Crankcase pulled up Misfire and Fulcrum. The three headed down the stairs and slid over the wall. When they dropped into the arena, Misfire and Fulcrum instantly huddled and stared at the Autobots in the opposite stands.

Spinister started to enter the field, but Overlord called out, “No, not you, Spinister. Stay where you are.”

The Decepticon medic retreated while Overlord scanned the Autobots.

“Wing and Waver, into the arena!”

Two red and white Autobots leapt from the stands into the field. Misfire and Fulcrum scrambled back until they pressed against the wall.

“Oh dear,” Overlord sighed. “Are you afraid to fight Autobots? Where is the Decepticon fire in your sparks?”

Crankcase changed his arm into a blaster and growled at his comrades, “Pull yourselves together! There’s only two of them! Let’s kick some Autobot tailpipe!”

Fulcrum and Misfire transformed their arms into blasters as the Autobots stalked closer. One of the Autobots taunted, “Come on, you slimy ‘Cons. Afraid to go hand to hand?”

The other Autobot transformed to jet mode and rushed them. Misfire hollered and shot wildly, his blasts pelting the Star Seeker audience instead. As individual bots yelped in pain, Overlord nearly left his seat.

“What is with that atrocious aim?” he boomed.

Crankcase clipped the Seeker—presumably Wing, but the Autobot ignored the new burn on his metal. Wing dropped down on top of them and that was the end of Misfire’s and Fulcrum’s brave stands. They scattered and screamed while Crankcase swore.

For a moment, Wing stood and looked around him. “Now that is just sad.”

Waver called, “Let’s finish this fast!”

Wing flew back to Waver, but transformed to bot mode above him. With a shinking sound of transformation, their bodies latched together. As soon as Misfire and Fulcrum looked back and saw the combined Autobots, they nearly sank to the floor.

Overlord chuckled, “Well, now it’s three against one. Doesn’t that make you feel better?”

“Scrap!” Crankcase yelled.

“You ought to be prepared to face anything,” Overlord carried on. “You never know when you could encounter Autobots of the Multiforce experiments. Why would I provide you with a warning?”

Overlord was nearly cut off as the Combiner charged and Misfire and Fulcrum shrieked. They transformed and flew a panicked circle around the room, before locating an exit and beelining toward it.

Overlord exhaled, “LyLeo.”

His twin lieutenants drew back their arms and aimed their spears. Once Misfire and Fulcrum landed in bot form and pounded at the locked door, the twins hurled their weapons. Slicing through the air and boosted by small jets, the spears crossed the arena and sank into Misfire's and Fulcrum's wings.

The fleeing Decepticons screamed in a new way as arcs of electricity jumped over their bodies, then they fell and convulsed on the ground. Crankcase and the Autobot Combiner stared as Overlord's lieutenants jetted across the arena, yanked out their spears, and dragged the two runaways to Overlord. As they did, Trepan whispered to the general until they all came close.

“You actually tried to flee from Autobots?” Overlord exclaimed. “You are a disgrace to your faction! Lord Megatron would have none of this! You will go behind bars and only emerge for training until this behaviour is fixed! But for now…”

He pointed his giant arm blasters at their heads.

“Get back to your fight!”

Misfire and Fulcrum glanced from Overlord's blasters to the Autobot Combiner who pounced on Crankcase and pummelled him. They raced to his aid, but arrived just as their battered comrade fell unconscious. The Combiner turned to them, the Decepticons clung to each other, but they too were beaten to stillness. Overlord waved and the Combiner carried all three Decepticons to the medics, then exited the arena.

Overlord sighed, “Oh Krok, at least you never fell that low! What a lacklustre match, but, only the penultimate fight. I would never allow the show to end on such a disappointing note. No, for our most exciting battle…”

Overlord’s gaze snapped back to Predaking.

“The self-acclaimed leader of Shockwave’s pets!” he cried. “A transforming Predacon: Predaking!”

Nearby Decepticons turned and grinned at him while others began to whoop. Predaking rose but felt as though chains had lifted him against his own accord.

“Now as for your opponent...” Overlord gazed at the Autobot spectators. “I should have saved one of the crew members you arrived with to test your loyalty... Then again, that would be a battle too swiftly decided! Now Maximus, you would be a more suitable opponent, wouldn't you? As the largest, most powerful Autobot here...”

Trepan whispered to Overlord again, who paused to listen.

Overlord cried, “Well! What a violent suggestion! But you’ve captured my interest. It would be extremely entertaining to witness a clash of the beasts! Thundertron, come on down!”

One of the largest of the Star Seekers hurled himself with a roar into the arena, his head and chin spikes rattling upon impact. Fixing Predaking with a dirty glare, Thundertron bared his teeth and flexed his arms to display the long claws packed on them. Silver scars crossed his body and his blue plating was dented and chipped: indications of the countless battles he had survived and his refusal to receive proper medical treatment.

“Forward, Predaking. Fight this famous enemy of the Decepticons!” Overlord bent his finger and Predaking moved. He jumped down into the arena, suppressing a chill as he stepped on warm energon.

“Now, now, now… we could make this even more interesting, couldn’t we?” Overlord tutted. “Deathsaurus, join your leader!”

Another large Star Seeker threw himself into the arena. Unlike Thundertron, he was gleaming blue and decorated with shiny gold curves. However, equal hatred and confidence glowed in the four eyes he locked onto Predaking. Chest puffed, Deathsaurus crossed his arms and laid his clawed fingers over his elbows.

Overlord ordered, “Predaking, choose one of your Predacons to fight alongside you!”

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Choice 1 Skylynx.......... Go to 5_38
Choice 2 Darksteel....... Go to 5_48
Choice 3 Ripclaw.......... Go to 5_75

 

Thundertron (unblemished):

Notes:

Art:
Lyzack and Leozack throw their spears: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Thundertron concept: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)

Chapter 83: 5_34

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You chose to find Hall H

 

Predaking thundered off in the opposite direction down the hall. Turning his head all around, he looked for signs to point the way to the med bay. He skidded to a stop upon discovering an old wall map of the research institute. His eyes darted to the beat of his pulsing spark until he spotted Hall H on the ground floor. Then, he sprinted to an elevator which lay ahead. 

The calls of Decepticons resounded from the speakers within the elevator. Predaking paced as he descended to the ground floor, wondering what he would do if Smokescreen crossed his path.

What is a Phase Shifter? Predaking thought. Is it something that could have been used to defeat Overlord?

If Smokescreen hadn't rushed off on his own, perhaps they could have plotted something. A chill crawled down Predaking's back as he sensed the failure of Smokescreen's plan and the dire consequences that would follow.

The doors opened before the ground floor; a gang of Decepticons stared at him.

“Oi, what are you doing, Predacon?” one questioned him.

Another demanded, “Who let you out?”

Predaking stammered, “I was permitted by Overlord...”

“To wander around alone?”

“He's probably trying to help that Autobot!”

“No!" Predaking gasped. "I intended to capture the Autobot to prove my loyalty!”

“Sure, let's see that then. Come with us!”

The Decepticons crammed into the elevator around him. On the ground floor, Predaking trailed them as they ran out. Just as he worried he would be taken the wrong way, he saw a sign for Hall H. Quietly he exhaled in relief, but the Decepticons he followed halted outside the doors without going in. Other guards had already gathered there, but Predaking searched their faces for one that might have suited the ferocious, fiery name of Hellbat. He expected a beastbot, but there were none here.

A white and blue Seeker pranced down the hall toward them. “I’m here! I’m heeere!”

Is that Hellbat? Predaking leaned back. 

The Seeker clapped his hands. Through his comms came Black Shadow’s voice:

“I see the Autobot on cams coming your way! Leozack was right to send you here.”

“What does the Autobot think he can do?” Hellbat laughed.

Black Shadow said, “He is running around trying to cause as much damage as he can, even fried the Security panel with some shots. We’re working off the backup system right now.”

Sixshot added, “He has already taken down a few Decepticons. I’m going to grant you all access to Hall H to protect the medics.”

With a loud click and hiss, the doors parted. Predaking followed the Decepticons inside the restricted area.

They entered a long white and blue room filled with berths and medical equipment. For now, only three critically injured Autobots occupied the available berths while twelve medics stood scattered around the room. Predaking spotted First Aid, who stuck close to Arcee, and Spinister, who had been looking at a wall.

“Don’t fire!” First Aid cried reflexively.

The Decepticons ignored First Aid, fanning out and taking cover behind berths. Hellbat skipped to the centre of the room, then waited. Looking left and right, Predaking wondered if he should take the chance to stand next to First Aid or Spinister. If he couldn't make an ally out of Hellbat, then at least here he could ask a medic for any information regarding the currently absent head doctor, Trepan.

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Choice 1: Talk to First Aid.......... Go to 5_37
Choice 2: Talk to Spinister......... Go to 5_8

 

Hellbat:

The Institute's med bay:

Notes:

Art:
Hellbat concept: Emperor Kumquat
Med bay concept: Jack Netherblack (@JNetherblack)

Chapter 84: 5_35

Notes:

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Chromedome

 

Predaking’s spark screamed at him to act, but still, he was petrified by fear.

“Heh,” Overlord said suddenly. “Always so clever.”

Trepan slid back from Overlord's audio receptor.

Overlord went on, “I do like the idea of adding another Campaign Leader to my collection. Chromedome is no renowned warrior, but the Fourth Campaign Leader indeed he was!—And to have the Fourth, the Fifth, and the Sixth Autobot Campaign Leaders all in my custody... Lord Megatron will be unable to contain his delight!”

Overlord waved at Krok, who hesitantly backed away from the bleeding Autobot. Trepan raced to Chromedome with scalpels and welding torches flying out from his fingertips.

“You are lucky that Optimus made you special,” Overlord told Chromedome. “Now, you can live and join Star Saber and Maximus as my trophies.”

As the doctor knelt down to repair Chromedome's neck, he stared at Overlord and his unfaltering smirk.

“Damn… you…” Chromedome croaked. “I won’t be… your…”

“Shht!” Trepan hissed.

Overlord summoned the other medics. Spinister nearly teleported into the field, scooping up Krok and taking him to the back. Other Decepticon medics helped repair Krok while the Autobot ones worked on Chromedome's lower injuries, leaving Trepan to the mortal wound. Finally, Chromedome was carried away and Trepan returned to his post.

Overlord announced. “Now, shall we continue the program?”

The sea of Decepticons cheered and whistled.

“I am saving a special fight for the end!” Overlord proclaimed. “But just before that spectacular conclusion, there is another test I wish to perform. Krok’s Decepticons, our new comrades—I am curious to see what level of combat skill you possess! And I hope you match your leader’s fervour!”

Beside Predaking, Fulcrum inhaled, “U-us?”

“Come on.” Crankcase pulled up Misfire and Fulcrum. The three headed down the stairs and slid over the wall. When they dropped into the arena, Misfire and Fulcrum instantly huddled and stared at the Autobots in the opposite stands.

Spinister started to enter the field, but Overlord called out, “No, not you, Spinister. Stay where you are.”

The Decepticon medic retreated while Overlord scanned the Autobots.

“Wing and Waver, into the arena!”

Two red and white Autobots leapt from the stands into the field. Misfire and Fulcrum scrambled back until they pressed against the wall.

“Oh dear,” Overlord sighed. “Are you afraid to fight Autobots? Where is the Decepticon fire in your sparks?”

Crankcase changed his arm into a blaster and growled at his comrades, “Pull yourselves together! There’s only two of them! Let’s kick some Autobot tailpipe!”

Fulcrum and Misfire transformed their arms into blasters as the Autobots stalked closer. One of the Autobots taunted, “Come on, you slimy ‘Cons. Afraid to go hand to hand?”

The other Autobot transformed to jet mode and rushed them. Misfire hollered and shot wildly, his blasts pelting the Star Seeker audience instead. As individual bots yelped in pain, Overlord nearly left his seat.

“What is with that atrocious aim?” he boomed.

Crankcase clipped the Seeker—presumably Wing, but the Autobot ignored the new burn on his metal. Wing dropped down on top of them and that was the end of Misfire’s and Fulcrum’s brave stands. They scattered and screamed while Crankcase swore.

For a moment, Wing stood and looked around him. “Now that is just sad.”

Waver called, “Let’s finish this fast!”

Wing flew back to Waver, but transformed to bot mode above him. With a shinking sound of transformation, their bodies latched together. As soon as Misfire and Fulcrum looked back and saw the combined Autobots, they nearly sank to the floor.

Overlord chuckled, “Well, now it’s three against one. Doesn’t that make you feel better?”

“Scrap!” Crankcase yelled.

“You ought to be prepared to face anything,” Overlord carried on. “You never know when you could encounter Autobots of the Multiforce experiments. Why would I provide you with a warning?”

Overlord was nearly cut off as the Combiner charged and Misfire and Fulcrum shrieked. They transformed and flew a panicked circle around the room, before locating an exit and beelining toward it.

Overlord exhaled, “LyLeo.”

His twin lieutenants drew back their arms and aimed their spears. Once Misfire and Fulcrum landed in bot form and pounded at the locked door, the twins hurled their weapons. Slicing through the air and boosted by small jets, the spears crossed the arena and sank into Misfire's and Fulcrum's wings.

The fleeing Decepticons screamed in a new way as arcs of electricity jumped over their bodies, then they fell and convulsed on the ground. Crankcase and the Autobot Combiner stared as Overlord's lieutenants jetted across the arena, yanked out their spears, and dragged the two runaways to Overlord. As they did, Trepan whispered to the general until they all came close.

“You actually tried to flee from Autobots?” Overlord exclaimed. “You are a disgrace to your faction! Lord Megatron would have none of this! You will go behind bars and only emerge for training until this behaviour is fixed! But for now…”

He pointed his giant arm blasters at their heads.

“Get back to your fight!”

Misfire and Fulcrum glanced from Overlord's blasters to the Autobot Combiner who pounced on Crankcase and pummelled him. They raced to his aid, but arrived just as their battered comrade fell unconscious. The Combiner turned to them, the Decepticons clung to each other, but they too were beaten to stillness. Overlord waved and the Combiner carried all three Decepticons to the medics, then exited the arena.

Overlord sighed, “Oh Krok, at least you never fell that low! What a lacklustre match, but, only the penultimate fight. I would never allow the show to end on such a disappointing note. No, for our most exciting battle…”

Overlord’s gaze snapped back to Predaking.

“The self-acclaimed leader of Shockwave’s pets!” he cried. “A transforming Predacon: Predaking!”

Nearby Decepticons turned and grinned at him while others began to whoop. Hellbat nuzzled his arm quickly then detached, startling Predaking who had forgotten he was there.

“You're up! Entertain him!” Hellbat chirped.

Predaking rose but felt as though chains had lifted him against his own accord.

“Now as for your opponent...” Overlord gazed at the Autobot spectators. “I should have saved one of the crew members you arrived with to test your loyalty... Then again, that would be a battle too swiftly decided! Now Maximus, you would be a more suitable opponent, wouldn't you? As the largest, most powerful Autobot here...”

Trepan whispered to Overlord again, who paused to listen.

Overlord cried, “Well! What a violent suggestion! But you’ve captured my interest. It would be extremely entertaining to witness a clash of the beasts! Thundertron, come on down!”

One of the largest of the Star Seekers hurled himself with a roar into the arena, his head and chin spikes rattling upon impact. Fixing Predaking with a dirty glare, Thundertron bared his teeth and flexed his arms to display the long claws packed on them. Silver scars crossed his body and his blue plating was dented and chipped: indications of the countless battles he had survived and his refusal to receive proper medical treatment.

“Forward, Predaking. Fight this famous enemy of the Decepticons!” Overlord bent his finger and Predaking moved. He jumped down into the arena, suppressing a chill as he stepped on warm energon.

“Now, now, now… we could make this even more interesting, couldn’t we?” Overlord tutted. “Deathsaurus, join your leader!”

Another large Star Seeker threw himself into the arena. Unlike Thundertron, he was gleaming blue and decorated with shiny gold curves. However, equal hatred and confidence glowed in the four eyes he locked onto Predaking. Chest puffed, Deathsaurus crossed his arms and laid his clawed fingers over his elbows.

Overlord ordered, “Predaking, choose one of your Predacons to fight alongside you!”

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Choice 1: Skylynx........... Go to 5_36
Choice 2: Darksteel........ Go to 5_48
Choice 3: Ripclaw........... Go to 5_82

 

Thundertron (unblemished):

Notes:

Art:
Lyzack and Leozack throw their spears: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Thundertron concept: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)

Chapter 85: 5_36

Notes:

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Edited by Shira_Illustra

Spitting Acid by White Bat Audio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG3hgKuqpIA

You chose Skylynx

 

“I will take Skylynx,” Predaking swallowed.

Skylynx was intelligent and only moderately injured. His eyes widened, then he accepted with a nod and leapt into the arena. Skylynx marched up to Predaking in bot mode while eyeing the blood under his feet, the patients at the back receiving medical attention, and Overlord watching from his throne. He carefully studied their opponents once he reached Predaking's side.

“We will defeat them," Predaking reassured Skylynx and himself. “Two Predacons against two common beast-type Cybertronians! They shall be the ones in need of medical attention!”

"Certainly,” Skylynx said.

The Star Seeker Deathsaurus guffawed. “Such arrogance! They think they can win just because of their species? This will be an easy battle, Thundertron. But let us give Overlord the show he desires.”

In a harsher voice and accent, Thundertron snarled, “I need no reason to make Cybertronians suffer! This I will do with pleasure!”

[The leonine face exploded from Thundertron’s chest with igniting blue eyes. Falling onto all fours, Thundertron flung out long golden claws and dragged them over the energon-stained floor. While he bared his bright blue fangs, a thin bladed tail lashed behind his scarred body. Beside him, Deathsaurus burst into a white draconic beast with a long neck and tail. His wings whipped out and flashed razor-sharp feathers. A fanged beak replaced his scowling mouth and golden antlers sprouted from his head.]

Blinking, Predaking was shocked by Deathsaurus' resemblance to a Predacon; albeit, he was much smaller. When Predaking and Skylynx transformed, they loomed over the Star Seekers, shrieked piercingly, and flared their wings. Together, they cast shadows over their opponents. In response, Thundertron roared, Deathsaurus screeched, then they launched themselves at the Predacons.

The roars of the crowd became a muffled drone as Predaking zoned in on the battle. He braced himself for Thundertron, but flames shot from Deathsaurus' throat at his face. As the light blinded Predaking, Thundertron lunged through the fire and sank his teeth into his muzzle. Golden claws raked his cheeks and Predaking thrashed his head, snarling and warming fire in his chest. Before Predaking released a ball of flame, metal wings flapped and Thundertron landed on Predaking's back.

Fangs ripped plates from between Predaking's wings. As he roared, Skylynx bounced in his peripheral vision with a white beast clinging to his back. Deathsaurus tore into Skylynx's exposed wing joints, before the Predacon rolled and knocked him off. Following his lead, Predaking rolled and crushed Thundertron beneath him. However, the Star Seeker's long claws embedded into his back and no amount of rolling dislodged him.

“You are open!” Deathsaurus cried.

Deathsaurus kicked off Skylynx and dove onto Predaking’s exposed stomach. Frantic scratches tore Predaking for a moment before Deathsaurus hopped away. A lunging Skylynx missed him, crashing into Predaking. However, he growled and climbed around him, grabbing Thundertron with his claws and ripping him off Predaking's back. Struggling, Thundertron broke free and loped to Deathsaurus' side.

“They are slow and uncoordinated!” Deathsaurus sneered. “They have never been in a true battle!”

Thundertron snarled through his blood-stained teeth then charged. Predaking slashed at him, but he was nimble for his size: jumping back, landing on his toes, then darting under his stomach. Teeth sank into Predaking's brown thigh. Predaking hopped along with Skylynx, who jumped away from Deathsaurus' snapping beak. Skylynx swung his claws left and right, but his opponent slipped around each blow and bit his arms. Meanwhile, Predaking barely managed to kick off Thundertron before the feline beast clawed his haunch.

Why can we not grab hold of them?  Predaking thought with eyes wide and wild. Why can I not defeat them? I defeated both Optimus Prime and Megatron!

Something wet and sizzling splattered Predaking’s throat. He leapt back and screeched. As Predaking stumbled over his claws, Deathsaurus flew off Skylynx and landed on Predaking's bloody back. Another glob of acid hit his shoulder. Teeth clamped onto Predaking's throat after Thundertron lunged for it. Side to side, Predaking madly jumped and rolled with both Star Seekers on him. Thundertron's jaws locked while he tore Predaking's face with his front claws, knocking small teeth from Predaking's mouth.

Skylynx dragged himself across the ground, his body torn and gushing slippery energon. Predaking stared in horror at his injuries. He wished he had not chosen Skylynx for the fight. Deathsaurus soared onto Skylynx and flattened him, stretching out over his back and neck. The Star Seeker crunched his fanged beak on the Predacon’s head before squirting acid into him. 

"Stop the fight!" Trepan cried.

Skylynx spasmed and collapsed. Predaking shrieked, but Thundertron ploughed into his side with claws outstretched. Deathsaurus leapt off Skylynx and threw himself at Predaking as well. Both Star Seekers shoved Predaking to the ground and tore into him. From where he lay, Predaking glimpsed Skylynx’s dimly glowing eyes and Overlord sitting far behind with a bored expression. However, Trepan's quick movements stole Predaking's attention as the two-wheeler pounded Overlord's arm.

You! This is your fault! Predaking's mind cried.

Predaking hollered, pointing his blaster at the medic.

If I must die, my final act shall be to take out the one pulling Overlord’s strings!

Predaking fired. Overlord's hand shot out in time to cover Trepan. The smaller bot yelped before Overlord exploded from the throne so fast that he nearly fell onto all fours. He sprinted across the field. One hand snatched Thundertron and the other Deathsaurus, then Overlord flung the Star Seekers aside and uncovered Predaking.

His foot slammed down on Predaking’s head before he could think another thought.

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Game Over: Skylynx was not ready for this

Notes:

Art:
Thundertron lunges through the fire, Predaking vs Thundertron: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Overlord stomps Predaking's head: AlexDeMaster

Chapter 86: 5_37

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You chose to talk to First Aid

 

Predaking slunk over to the non-combatant medic. For a moment, he stayed silent. First Aid glanced at him with concerned eyes.

“Trepan,” Predaking murmured.

Much was revealed in First Aid's squeaky gasp.

“Th-there’s something wrong with that doctor!” First Aid choked. “He has scalpels in all his fingers… Who needs ten scalpels? An-and then I saw him carefully sharpening them in the side room… So creepy!"

Predaking whispered, “But has he tampered with the heads of any patients?”

“No,” First Aid whispered back. "Why?"

“Autobot inbound!” Sixshot called through Hellbat's comms.

The present Decepticons fell silent and Predaking stopped talking. Everyone watched Hellbat. His head spikes spread, stretching red membranes between them. As they began to quiver, a high-pitched buzzing commenced. Slowly, Hellbat's membranes warmed to pink. The decorative swirls upon them ignited with white light.

Smokescreen burst through the wall and zipped through a Decepticon. Hellbat twirled around and purred, "Sleep!"

The Autobot dropped to his knees. With a hanging jaw, Smokescreen struggled to lift his head as Hellbat stepped closer.

"Wha..." Smokescreen's eyes slid shut. He collapsed face-first into the floor.

"Shhhh..." Hellbat smiled and knelt. "Sleep."

Smokescreen lay sprawled and limp. After poking the Autobot, Hellbat unclipped the Phase Shifter from his arm. His bright membranes cooled back to red and the buzzing subsided. While holding the Phase Shifter, Hellbat scooped up Smokescreen then wrapped his arms around him.

“Hellbat, stop hugging the Autobot!” a Decepticon growled.

“Whoops! Force of habit,” he giggled.

Hellbat stood up, letting Smokescreen slip to the floor. The other Decepticons pounced and pinned the Autobot. Smokescreen groaned while one Decepticon reported into his comms, "Overlord, the loose Autobot's been captured in the med bay!"

Not long after, heavy footfalls shook the floor. Overlord marched into the room with his lieutenants, towering over them all.

“His Phase Shifter, Sir!” Hellbat chirped and held up the relic.

Smiling, Overlord leaned over and pinched the Phase Shifter between his finger and thumb.

“Such a powerful little toy…” he hummed. “It shouldn't be in the hands of Autobot protoforms.”

The relic exploded into pieces. When Smokescreen groaned again, Overlord turned and reached for him. Thick black fingers grasped Smokescreen's neck. With a holler, Smokescreen's eyes flared open and he floundered. Predaking's spark jumped and First Aid mewled in the background.

"A classic show of Autobot heroism... so eternally vexing," Overlord drawled. He hoisted Smokescreen into the air, pausing to watch him squirm. "You thought you could save your comrades without a plan. Because with enough spirit, you can achieve anything, hmm?"

"Sm-Smokescreen..." said a light voice.

Overlord gazed with everyone else at Arcee, rolled on her side on a distant berth. Her fearful eyes fought fatigue and pain to stay open. Slowly, Overlord looked back to Smokescreen and sighed.

“The price of what you have done, Smokescreen, will hurt them more than it hurts you...”

“No!” First Aid wailed.

An Autobot medic shushed him.

When Overlord spoke next, his voice rang from all speakers in the building: “Release the prisoners.”

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Continue to 5_26

Notes:

Art:
Trepan terrifies First Aid: HiddenAsAlways (Tumblr)
Overlord breaks the Phase Shifter: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 87: 5_38

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Edited by Shira_Illustra

Spitting Acid by White Bat Audio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG3hgKuqpIA

You chose Skylynx

 

“I will take Skylynx,” Predaking swallowed.

Skylynx was intelligent. However, his eyes rounded before he hesitantly spread his wings and glided into the arena. When Skylynx slammed down on wobbly legs, worry filled Predaking's spark.

I did not consider his injuries! Predaking’s pulse quickened.

“... Interesting.” Overlord blinked. “He must have a particular ability for you to have chosen the most severely wounded Predacon to fight with you!”

As Skylynx came to stand shakily beside Predaking, his leader looked over his weld marks with wide eyes. Then Predaking glanced at Overlord, who tilted his head in a way that innocently suggested, You made this decision, not me.

Skylynx gazed at Predaking in concern. Predaking told him, “Your wounds are welded and your intelligence is an advantage. We two Predacons, the mightiest of all Cybertronians, will defeat these two common beast-types!”

The Star Seeker Deathsaurus guffawed. “Such arrogance! He dragged a bot falling apart into the arena and he believes they can still defeat us based on their species? I feel embarrassed on their behalf.”

In a harsher voice and accent, Thundertron snarled, “Slaughter that pathetic Cybertronian beast, then join me in eviscerating his arrogant leader!”

[The leonine face exploded from Thundertron’s chest with igniting blue eyes. Falling onto all fours, Thundertron flung out long golden claws and dragged them over the energon-stained floor. While he bared his bright blue fangs, a thin bladed tail lashed behind his scarred body. Beside him, Deathsaurus burst into a white draconic beast with a long neck and tail. His wings whipped out and flashed razor-sharp feathers. A fanged beak replaced his scowling mouth and golden antlers sprouted from his head.]

Blinking, Predaking was shocked by Deathsaurus' resemblance to a Predacon; albeit, he was much smaller. Predaking transformed and loomed over the Star Seekers, flared his wings, and shrieked. Skylynx took a moment to participate in the show, but then he curled his claws, spread his wings, and shrieked with him. Together, they cast their shadows over their opponents. In response, Thundertron roared, Deathsaurus screeched, then they launched themselves at the Predacons.

The roars of the crowd became a muffled drone as Predaking zoned in on the battle. He braced himself for Thundertron, but flames shot from Deathsaurus' throat at his face. In the moment the light blinded Predaking, Thundertron lunged through the fire and sank his teeth into his muzzle. Golden claws raked his cheeks and Predaking thrashed his head, snarling and warming fire in his chest. Before Predaking released a ball of flame, metal wings flapped and Thundertron landed on Predaking's back.

Skylynx caterwauled; Predaking snapped his gaze to the side. Deathsaurus squatted on Skylynx’s back, biting into one of his wing joints. With a snap of Deathsaurus' beak, the wing separated from his body. Skylynx squealed, Predaking gawked, and Thundertron dove at Predaking’s throat and locked on. Predaking screeched and bounced on his claws, swatting at the Star Seeker and frantically tossing his neck. Thundertron fastened himself. Curling his body, Thundertron scored Predaking’s throat with his hind claws and ripped his face with his front ones. Teeth were torn from Predaking's mouth and his eyes shut to protect them. 

Shuddering in pain, Predaking nearly collapsed. At last, he wrapped his claws around Thundertron and pried the beast off his neck. Energon poured down his face into his eyes at the same time Skylynx screeched desperately. Abandoning Thundertron, Predaking charged toward him until his eyes cleared and saw Deathsaurus opening the welds on Skylynx's neck. Before Predaking could lunge, Thundertron slammed onto his back and shredded his wings. Predaking halted, unable to control his body as his back curled and he screeched.

Predaking rolled toward Skylynx. Suddenly, Deathsaurus twisted his head and spat directly at Predaking’s face. Something wet and sizzling splattered Predaking's eyes, burning them and blinding him. Predaking buckled, shrieking until he transformed to bot mode to restore his sight. He reached back and yanked Thundertron off him.

Predaking charged with a deafening roar, pulling a blaster from his arm and pointing it at Deathsaurus. Thundertron struck his arm, flinging it aside, before launching at his face. In the scramble to fight off Thundertron and reach Deathsaurus, Predaking could hardly see. There was a flash of a great puddle of energon around Skylynx. Then, Thundertron's blue mass leapt past his face. Deathsaurus' yellow beak shot at his eyes and his weight crashed into him.

Both Star Seekers shoved Predaking to the ground and tore into him. From where he lay, Predaking glimpsed Skylynx’s dimly glowing eyes and Overlord sitting far behind with a bored expression. However, Trepan's quick movements stole Predaking's attention as the two-wheeler pounded Overlord's arm.

You! This is your fault! Predaking's mind cried.

Predaking hollered, pointing his blaster at the medic.

If I must die, my final act shall be to take out the one pulling Overlord’s strings!

Predaking fired. Overlord's hand shot out in time to cover Trepan. The smaller bot yelped before Overlord exploded from the throne so fast that he nearly fell onto all fours. He sprinted across the field. One hand snatched Thundertron and the other Deathsaurus, then Overlord flung the Star Seekers aside and uncovered Predaking.

His foot slammed down on Predaking’s head before he could think another thought.

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Game Over: Even Overlord can’t fathom why you chose Skylynx

Notes:

Art:
Thundertron lunges through the fire, Predaking vs Thundertron: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Overlord stomps Predaking's head: AlexDeMaster

Chapter 88: 5_39

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Bumblebee

 

Predaking stayed frozen in fear, hoping for Overlord's intervention. He flinched when Overlord sailed from his throne faster than a bot his size ought to move. The crowd fell silent and Black Shadow halted at the thunder of Overlord's footsteps, looking back with his foot raised over Bumblebee. The Decepticon squeaked as Overlord's huge black hand seized his calves. Sweeping the Seeker off his feet, Overlord held Black Shadow upside down.

“Now what did I tell you?” Overlord boomed as Black Shadow struggled and shouted. “You were not permitted to kill this Autobot! He was one of the last to see Lord Megatron!”

Black Shadow screamed, “You’re breaking my—Aiiiiiiie! Stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Overlord carried Black Shadow back to the throne and dropped him beside it. The Seeker hit the floor, moaned, sat up, and reached for his crushed ankles. Sixshot fidgeted, then broke position and knelt beside Black Shadow. Trepan sprang across the throne and jumped down to treat him. Ignoring them, Overlord took his time to sit back down. All the while, medics scurried to take Bumblebee off the field.

“A little too much enthusiasm, Black Shadow...” Overlord said. “Entertaining, but something that must be kept in check.”

Black Shadow did not seem to hear him, leaning against Sixshot and squirming as Trepan worked.

Overlord called out, “Now! We have one more interloper to punish: Chromedome.”

The Autobot prisoners tossed Chromedome into the arena. After landing awkwardly, Chromedome stood straight and faced Overlord.

“You monster!” Chromedome snapped. He swept out his arm toward the other Autobot prisoners. “You, who pushed all these Autobots beyond their breaking points and now believe you can do the same to us! It will not happen!”

“Why do you assume you will be any different?” Overlord tapped the arms of his throne. “Do you believe that you are somehow stronger than your comrades? Than Fortress Maximus? Because I see the trembling of your knees and know that you are not.”

“I know help will come!” Chromedome growled. “We came here on a mission, and by now, all of Cybertron knows we’re missing! Ultra Magnus will attack Elba with the most powerful weapons at our disposal!”

Overlord tilted his head. “Let him come. That will be his mistake.”

Chromedome looked around in despair as the heads of the other prisoners hung.

“No, he will have something that can defeat you!” Chromedome cried back. “Something that affects you!”

“Even if such a weapon existed,” Overlord said, “how would he or anyone else know to bring it?”

Chromedome gaped.

“Oh yes, your Autobots will come with their ships armed and bristling… so ignorant just like you were. They will fall to me and share your fate…”

“N-no,” Chromedome choked.

Overlord chuckled then scanned the Decepticon crowd. Predaking's spark stopped as his gaze fell onto him.

“Krok!” Overlord exclaimed. “Prove to me that this Autobot is your enemy; prove to me that you are not a failure so embarrassing to the Decepticon cause that you ought to be locked up as well! Beat down Chromedome and his pride!”

Krok hopped up, his eyes in slits. Flashing down the stands, he leapt over the wall into the arena.

Chromedome whirled around to face Krok, visor and mouth plate sliding out to cover his face. “Even if Overlord mangles me for it, I’m going to beat the scrap out of you! You were never on our side, you damned Decepticon! I knew it all along. You were really just waiting for an opportunity to betray us, and then you found Overlord!”

“Overlord will bring retribution,” Krok uttered.

“He’ll kill everyone!”

“No, just the Autobots!”

Chromedome lunged at Krok, his fists flying at the Decepticon. Krok leapt back with a snarl but Chromedome charged after him. No longer able to speak, Chromedome screamed and punched, clacking metal and flinging Decepticon blood. The pain seemed to electrify Krok; his arms rose and accelerated to block Chromedome's attacks. Suddenly Krok ducked low then sprang, punching Chromedome's throat. The Autobot fell back, then he lowered his brows and rushed him again. Krok moved backwards in serpentine movements, evading the worst of Chromedome's punches and dealing out his own devastating blows.

Overlord bellowed, “Stop retreating, Krok! Have you really no combat skills left?”

Krok growled deeply. As Chromedome swung at him, Krok dropped onto all fours then pounced with hooked claws. Eight lines tore across Chromedome's chest and welled with energon. The Autobot gasped and trotted back, briefly dabbing at the wounds before glaring at Krok.

“I’m going to kill you,” Chromedome hissed.

Overlord sighed,  “Hmmm. With such a challenge, Krok, you ought to now kill this Autobot for the sake of your honour!”

Krok crouched, his claws flexed and taut. “I’ve survived far too much to fall to an Autobot like you, Chromedome. Today, you die.”

The short Decepticon sprang and latched onto Chromedome. Though the Autobot pounded him with his fists, Krok raked Chromedome's face, tearing through his visor and peeling off his mouth plate. The visor cracked, revealing a wide blue and yellow eye. Chromedome's mouth gaped. Grunting, the Autobot ripped off Krok, only for the Decepticon to bounce back to shred Chromedome's brown chest.

When Chromedome tripped, both combatants hit the ground in a violent, messy tangle: punching, rolling, scratching, and kicking. Krok threw off his own mouth plate, spat energon, then sank his teeth into one of Chromedome's arms. Hollering, Chromedome crushed one of Krok's wings until he let go. Both continued to beat and tear each other's bodies, but neither gave in, instead continuing to roll in a growing pool of their mixed energon.

Overlord watched unblinkingly while Trepan hopped back onto the throne after treating Black Shadow. Leaning in, Trepan whispered into Overlord's audio receptor. Predaking watched them, then glanced back at the fight after a gurgling scream. Chromedome collapsed, his hand over his gushing neck while Krok slowly pulled himself up to his feet. Looking down at Chromedome, Krok flexed his blood-soaked claws and poised to swipe again.

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Choice 1: Protect Chromedome..... Go to 5_15
Choice 2: Watch............................ Go to 5_35

Notes:

Art:
Overlord hurts Black Shadow: ARTificial Absinthe (artificial-absinthe on Tumblr)
Feral Krok: gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Tumblr)
Krok vs Chromedome: Akyuatron (Tumblr)

Chapter 89: 5_40

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You chose to protect Bumblebee

 

Predaking exploded from his seat, raced down the stairs, then leapt over the wall. The entire audience gasped as Predaking flew into the arena. Black Shadow hopped away from Bumblebee as Predaking charged him. Trotting back, the Seeker dodged Predaking's swiping hands and forced him to chase him. Finally, Black Shadow jumped aside and Predaking found himself standing before Overlord as he lifted himself up from the throne.

The Decepticon general reached his full height and glared down at him. The arena fell into complete silence as no Autobot, Decepticon, or Star Seeker moved or even whimpered.

Overlord stepped over the wall around the throne. Then he took another step, and another toward Predaking. Predaking started to backpedal.

“There is a law here,” Overlord said. “No one interrupts the fights."

As Overlord drew closer, each booming footstep shook Predaking’s spark. Black Shadow hurried behind Overlord and hopped back to his place beside Sixshot.

“I might have forgiven you if this were training,” Overlord continued, “but you just revealed where your true loyalties lie. Now a lesson must be taught, lest your fellow Predacons get any ideas of their own about opposing me...”

Overlord’s hand pulled back into his arm and a chainsaw shot out to replace it. He stepped on Bumblebee’s legs when passing him—who yowled—then Overlord powered on his chainsaw and swung it at Predaking.

Predaking's eyes were wide and unfathoming as he could not recall how he had ended up in the arena.

What was I thinking?

The unbreakable chain shoved into Predaking’s chest, the sharp teeth easily cutting through his metal and into his spark.

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Game Over: Don't interrupt the show

Notes:

Art:
Chainsaw death: JvpRizzo (Instagram)

Chapter 90: 5_41

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You chose to talk to Trepan

 

“Trepan!” Predaking called.

The doctor and his guards paused then turned.

“What? Do you need something?” Trepan asked.

Predaking ventilated slowly. He had been warned not to talk to Trepan; he didn't even know what he wanted to say. What was even safe to say that wouldn't make Trepan sic Overlord on him? Predaking was stalling, keeping Trepan close, taking a look at him. The two-wheeler was so small and delicate; he nearly looked innocent with his glasses on. But his eyes were extremely sharp behind them, his pupils narrowed and cagey.

Predaking blathered, “I gathered that Decepticons do not have non-combatant medics. So then, does that mean you used to be an Autobot? What inspired you to become a Decepticon?”

Both Trepan and the turquoise Seeker jolted and sharpened their gazes. Overlord's lieutenant uttered, “That is none of your business.”

Trepan glanced at the turquoise Seeker, then replied softly, “I became a Decepticon once I learned empathy for them. You understand, don't you? What many of them have lived through.”

Predaking nodded, his pulse picking up again. Trepan's gentle voice but sharp gaze made him extremely hard to read. He imagined Trepan had just written a mental note in his mind and it was time for Predaking to end this conversation.

“I apologize if my question was inappropriate,” Predaking gulped.

“It's alright. I am more suited for this faction; I see that now," Trepan said. "The Autobot cause is a terribly ignorant one… but thankfully, I had never actually identified as an Autobot. I had been neutral, which made Overlord more open to me.”

Receptive to me, Predaking heard Trepan imply.

Ushered by the turquoise Seeker, Trepan departed with his entourage. After the door shut, the room became dark and quiet. Sighing, Predaking enjoyed it for the time being: it helped him organize his thoughts.

The key to defeating Overlord simply had to be Trepan. Sixshot and Black Shadow had claimed that Overlord had been different before Elba. Could be possible that deep down, Overlord may not have truly liked how Trepan had changed him?

Can I turn them against each other somehow? Predaking thought. Can I make Overlord understand Trepan's manipulation? If Overlord suddenly decided to be rid of Trepan, would Trepan terminate Overlord? If anyone knew how to do it, surely, the doctor would know.

“Oi!”

Predaking jumped at the voice above him. Tilting back his head, he gawked at a smooth black lump of metal sticking to the ceiling above him. With the sudden sound of transformation, the lump became a Minicon. Rewind dropped and slid down Predaking's horn, landing on the hands he raised in amazement.

“Rewind?” Predaking gasped.

“Finally! You know it was scrappin' hard to catch you alone!” Rewind declared. “Now we can work together.”

Predaking blinked rapidly. “How have you avoided detection? Where did you vanish after Overlord felled the warship?”

Rewind replied, “Well, it may not look like it, but I can fly. When everyone was thrown outside, I clung onto the Nemesis an' hid inside it 'til things got quiet. Since then, I’ve been investigating the Institute and going through their files. Oh an' fun fact: my spark signal isn't registered even on Autobot scanners. I don't let anyone track me, even if that means no one can find me if I get hurt. So yeah, the Nemesis won't show me even if it shows all the other Autobots now. Yep, no one knows I’m here.”

“Did Krok not report to Overlord that you were missing?”

“Argh, with Minicons you are either invisible or seen as an attachment of another bot. If Krok remembered me, he might have just thought because Chromedome was captured, I was too. Well, 'til someone says, 'Oi Overlord, you got all ten Autobots, don't cha?' and he goes, 'Eh? I've only got nine!' I'm just gonna keep slipping around the place unnoticed.”

“Beware of our former Decepticon crewmates,” Predaking growled. “They have sided with Overlord.”

“Oh I already know. But right now, they're all out of commission. Misfire and Fulcrum are in that dark dungeon while Crankcase and Krok are lyin' in the med bay. And there, Spinister has his hands full. Though that makes it near impossible to talk to First Aid who's with him.”

“Is Ripclaw in the med bay as well?” Predaking asked.

“She's back in her cell now, recovering,” Rewind said. “Not to worry. Though the other Autobots are in the med bay.”

Predaking sighed, “How much time has passed since the gladiatorial matches?”

“Three solar cycles,” Rewind reported.

“Three? Already?” Predaking gasped.

“Yeah, you were recovering. Here, you cannot tell night from day. But, I set a timer the moment we were taken down. It has been almost four solar cycles since we got here, actually…”

Then, Rewind’s mood switched.

“Oh... Predaking… Ultra Magnus came for us.”

Predaking’s eyes slowly expanded.

“They came because we went missing,” Rewind uttered. “But as Overlord predicted, they came in their spaceships, unprepared… He took them all down. Ultra Magnus, Springer, a bunch of Wreckers… whoever didn't perish in the attack are now in the prison.”

Predaking's jaw dropped. Rewind shivered on Predaking’s hands.

“They had no idea what they had just walked into.”

Overlord’s words echoed in his mind and tormented Predaking: “Let them come. That will be their mistake.”

“It’s… up to us, Predaking,” Rewind inhaled. “I don't think anyone else is coming. We ain't got much time either. The 'Cons are repairing the Nemesis and it will be battle-ready in just a few solar cycles. Overlord's planning on flying that one back to Cybertron and startin' the slaughter of all Autobots. He's gonna wipe out everything and everyone bearing that symbol. And since that's the case... that'll be the New Sparks too—the kids. He won't know the difference.”

[Predaking jolted as he remembered the red New Spark that Sunstreaker had shown off to Sideswipe.]

“Even if we don't count Overlord, we're up against 314 Decepticons, 42 ships, and the three greatest warships in Cybertronian history. With that fleet, they could sweep across the galaxy and massacre all stray Autobots even without Overlord! They could conquer Cybertron and the colonies.”

Predaking stared at Rewind, his spark hammering.

“Then we cannot defeat them,” Predaking choked. “There is nothing we can do.”

“Nah nah nah, don't be like that! Scraplets, I gotta teach you a bit about the Autobot spirit! We've always been battling impossible odds 'n that's how we got this far! Alright, so here's what I'm thinking. First we gotta take out Overlord, yeah? Then we release the prisoners an' let there be a fair fight: a final stand to destroy the Decepticon army. We have Fortress Maximus and Star Saber at full health and four Predacons, so not bad right? So once Overlord's gone, we got the rest and then we take the ships all for ourselves! Then we're outta here.”

Predaking's shoulders relaxed. “It does appear feasible when divided into steps, but the fact remains: Overlord is invincible.”

“But there's something mighty suspicious about his and Trepan's relationship, isn't there?” Rewind said. “Trepan seems to be the one calling the shots; I heard what Sixshot and Black Shadow were telling you. Trepan basically operates Overlord like a weapon. So then, I wonder if we can get the operator to turn it off?”

Slowly, Predaking smiled in relief at the tiny Minicon in his hands.

“I have just gained much respect for the spirit of your faction,” Predaking said. “And I apologize for how my brethren and I scorned your species. You are admirable, Rewind: a force to be reckoned with.” 

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Continue to 5_53

Notes:

Art:
Predaking and Rewind: skullfacedlady (X)

Chapter 91: 5_42

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You chose to let Trepan leave

 

Predaking watched Trepan and his entourage depart. He had been warned not to talk to Trepan; he didn't even know what he had wanted to say. What was even safe to say that wouldn't make Trepan sic Overlord on him?  

After the door shut, the room became dark and quiet. Sighing, Predaking enjoyed it for the time being: it helped him organize his thoughts.

The key to defeating Overlord simply had to be Trepan. Sixshot and Black Shadow had claimed that Overlord had been different before Elba. Could be possible that deep down, Overlord may not have truly liked how Trepan had changed him?

Can I turn them against each other somehow? Predaking thought. Can I make Overlord understand Trepan's manipulation? If Overlord suddenly decided to be rid of Trepan, would Trepan terminate Overlord? If anyone knew how to do it, surely, the doctor would know.

“Oi!”

Predaking jumped at the voice above him. Tilting back his head, he gawked at a smooth black lump of metal sticking to the ceiling above him. With the sudden sound of transformation, the lump became a Minicon. Rewind dropped and slid down Predaking's horn, landing on the hands he raised in amazement.

“Rewind?” Predaking gasped.

“Finally! You know it was scrappin' hard to catch you alone!” Rewind declared. “Now we can work together.”

Predaking blinked rapidly. “How have you avoided detection? Where did you vanish after Overlord felled the warship?”

Rewind replied, “Well, it may not look like it, but I can fly. When everyone was thrown outside, I clung onto the Nemesis an' hid inside it 'til things got quiet. Since then, I’ve been investigating the Institute and going through their files. Oh an' fun fact: my spark signal isn't registered even on Autobot scanners. I don't let anyone track me, even if that means no one can find me if I get hurt. So yeah, the Nemesis won't show me even if it shows all the other Autobots now. Yep, no one knows I’m here.”

“Did Krok not report to Overlord that you were missing?”

“Argh, with Minicons you are either invisible or seen as an attachment of another bot. If Krok remembered me, he might have just thought because Chromedome was captured, I was too. Well, 'til someone says, 'Oi Overlord, you got all ten Autobots, don't cha?' and he goes, 'Eh? I've only got nine!' I'm just gonna keep slipping around the place unnoticed.”

“Beware of our former Decepticon crewmates,” Predaking growled. “They have sided with Overlord.”

“Oh I already know. But right now, they're all out of commission. Misfire and Fulcrum are in that dark dungeon while Crankcase and Krok are lyin' in the med bay. And there, Spinister has his hands full. Though that makes it near impossible to talk to First Aid who's with him.”

“Is Ripclaw in the med bay as well?” Predaking asked.

“She's back in her cell now, recovering,” Rewind said. “Not to worry. Though the other Autobots are in the med bay.”

Predaking sighed, “How much time has passed since the gladiatorial matches?”

“Three solar cycles,” Rewind reported.

“Three? Already?” Predaking gasped.

“Yeah, you were recovering. Here, you cannot tell night from day. But, I set a timer the moment we were taken down. It has been almost four solar cycles since we got here, actually…”

Then, Rewind’s mood switched.

“Oh... Predaking… Ultra Magnus came for us.”

Predaking’s eyes slowly expanded.

“They came because we went missing,” Rewind uttered. “But as Overlord predicted, they came in their spaceships, unprepared… He took them all down. Ultra Magnus, Springer, a bunch of Wreckers… whoever didn't perish in the attack are now in the prison.”

Predaking's jaw dropped. Rewind shivered on Predaking’s hands.

“They had no idea what they had just walked into.”

Overlord’s words echoed in his mind and tormented Predaking: “Let them come. That will be their mistake.”

“It’s… up to us, Predaking,” Rewind inhaled. “I don't think anyone else is coming. We ain't got much time either. The 'Cons are repairing the Nemesis and it will be battle-ready in just a few solar cycles. Overlord's planning on flying that one back to Cybertron and startin' the slaughter of all Autobots. He's gonna wipe out everything and everyone bearing that symbol. And since that's the case... that'll be the New Sparks too—the kids. He won't know the difference.”

[Predaking jolted as he remembered the red New Spark that Sunstreaker had shown off to Sideswipe.]

“Even if we don't count Overlord, we're up against 314 Decepticons, 42 ships, and the three greatest warships in Cybertronian history. With that fleet, they could sweep across the galaxy and massacre all stray Autobots even without Overlord! They could conquer Cybertron and the colonies.”

Predaking stared at Rewind, his spark hammering.

“Then we cannot defeat them,” Predaking choked. “There is nothing we can do.”

“Nah nah nah, don't be like that! Scraplets, I gotta teach you a bit about the Autobot spirit! We've always been battling impossible odds 'n that's how we got this far! Alright, so here's what I'm thinking. First we gotta take out Overlord, yeah? Then we release the prisoners an' let there be a fair fight: a final stand to destroy the Decepticon army. We have Fortress Maximus and Star Saber at full health and four Predacons, so not bad right? So once Overlord's gone, we got the rest and then we take the ships all for ourselves! Then we're outta here.”

Predaking's shoulders relaxed. “It does appear feasible when divided into steps, but the fact remains: Overlord is invincible.”

“But there's something mighty suspicious about his and Trepan's relationship, isn't there?” Rewind said. “Trepan seems to be the one calling the shots; I heard what Sixshot and Black Shadow were telling you. Trepan basically operates Overlord like a weapon. So then, I wonder if we can get the operator to turn it off?”

Slowly, Predaking smiled in relief at the tiny Minicon in his hands.

“I have just gained much respect for the spirit of your faction,” Predaking said. “And I apologize for how my brethren and I scorned your species. You are admirable, Rewind: a force to be reckoned with.”

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Continue to 5_53

Notes:

Art:
Predaking and Rewind: skullfacedlady (X)

Chapter 92: 5_43

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“Decepticons!” Overlord’s resounding cry rang through the speakers and every Decepticons' comm link. “Now is the time to gather before the Nemesis and await my command.”

Predaking and the Decepticon conspirators shared gazes with Arcee and Rewind.

It begins, their eyes declared. There is no going back.

Rewind transformed into his small black torpedo form and clung to Black Shadow's back, camouflaging as a piece of his armour. They left Arcee and headed to the warship with Sixshot and Black Shadow flying ahead to drop off the Minicon inside. In the meantime, Predaking, Krok, Spinister, and Crankcase walked over and merged with the growing horde of Decepticons.

The boom of a large jet engine cracked between the thunder. Overlord flew from the Institute with his lieutenants in tow, one of them carrying Trepan. Every Decepticon went still and silent, their wide-eyes tracking Overlord as he transformed and slammed down onto the centre spike protruding below the main windows of the Nemesis. Far above them, he stood and looked down. Suddenly the horde scrambled, organizing themselves into strict rows and saluting with their weapons. Lyzack and Leozack deposited Trepan behind Overlord before taking their places on a spike to Overlord's left, then Black Shadow and Sixshot emerged from the Nemesis and positioned themselves on a spike to Overlord's right.

Predaking’s mouth twitched. As Overlord spread his arms and cried out with theatrical gusto, Predaking understood why Black Shadow had believed Overlord to be undead. No matter how grand his voice and gestures were, it was no more than a performance. Everyone knew behind it all, the actor was soulless. His red eyes now glowed with full health but were still as cold and blank as ever.

“I understand everything now!” Overlord called. “Megatron cared nothing about us! He was absorbed by his lust for power and his obsession with Optimus Prime! He abandoned the cause long ago, not recently!”

The Decepticon army listened in stunned silence, while Black Shadow and Sixshot stared straight at Trepan across the gap.

“I will never abandon you. My Decepticons, I have no ambitions beyond defeating our enemy and bringing you justice! I saved you, protected you, entertained you!”

Trepan glanced at Sixshot and Black Shadow. They halted, but Trepan crept to Overlord's other side and put his large leg between them.

“Why bow to the betrayer now? He is no longer our leader or our brother; he is our enemy! I will kill Megatron!”

Every Decepticon jolted.

“Yes!” Overlord hollered. “Megatron turned his back on us—we who have done nothing but serve him loyally! We laid down our lives for him and his cause, yet this is how he repays us? I will find Megatron and destroy him! Justice shall be fulfilled!”

Black Shadow popped his thruster from his back and shot across the gap with a jet-boosted leap.

“FRAG IT!” Black Shadow screamed then tackled Trepan off the ship.

No one else realized what had happened at first. Overlord stared at Black Shadow when he hit the ground, then looked down to the empty spot now beside his leg. Black Shadow hopped up and turned, squeezing the yowling doctor against his chest and pressing a blaster against his head. The army gasped and scurried away from them.

“Don’t you move!” Black Shadow roared. “Move, and I will shoot him!”

Sixshot transformed his arms into blasters and pointed them at Leozack and Lyzack. Overlord turned his head, then he snapped his attention back to Black Shadow. The plates of Overlord’s abdomen shifted, and slowly he extended and raised dozens of guns.

“Stop right there!” Black Shadow shrieked.

“Do you want to die, Black Shadow?” Overlord uttered.

Hundreds of Decepticons raised their blasters at Black Shadow.

“Trepan is his weakness!” Black Shadow screamed. “He keeps Overlord online, and he will die without him!”

Overlord had started to raise the blasters on his arms, but then he halted.

“That’s right!” Black Shadow cried. “Shoot me, hit Trepan, and Overlord is dead! You are dead, Overlord! We know your secret!”

Trepan stopped struggling and shrieking. However, Overlord resumed slowly raising his arm blasters. That was when a ground bridge portal opened behind Black Shadow and an enormous Cybertronian charged through it. Maximus ripped Trepan from Black Shadow’s grasp and tightened his giant black hand around his body. Instantly, Trepan screeched and fought even more erratically than before. Scalpels shot from his fingers and he jabbed them into Maximus’ arm. The Autobot did not react; instead, he laughed maniacally.

Trepan screamed, “No! Max, no! Please!”

“Oh yes!” Maximus boomed. “How long I have waited to get a hold of your brittle body and squeeze the life out of you!”

He jostled Trepan, yet all the two-wheeler could do was shriek, kick his legs, and rake Maximus’ metal with his scalpels in vain.

“Overlord!” Maximus shouted. “Lower your weapons!”

Overlord did not. Instead, he charged his blasters with pink light. He called, “Oh, Max... do you realize what I will do if you terminate him?”

“What? Kill us all? HA! You think I won’t sacrifice myself, this two-wheeler, and all of my Autobots just to kill you? I’ll gladly lay down my life and crush Trepan if it means keeping you away from Cybertron! Try me, Overlord! I will do it! Kill us however you please! Or, listen to me now and don’t stand there thinking your army can kill me faster than I can kill Trepan!”

Maximus pressed his thumb against Trepan’s neck.

“Look at how easily I could break him! If I even slip, he’s dead, and so are you! So, so delicate, your doctor is…”

He applied a slight amount of pressure; Trepan screeched so loud that nearby Decepticons jumped.

Black Shadow raised his arms and yelled, “Decepticons, we have defeated Overlord! Stand down and we will leave this planet! Say goodbye to this insane weapon of mass destruction and return to Cybertron with me! Seventh Campaign, I command you as your leader! Put down your weapons!”

Shocked and silent Decepticons stared between the hostage and Overlord. Black Shadow trembled and kept his arms up, then hesitantly, a few Vehicons put away their blasters. After them, other Decepticons began to follow suit. A ripple swept across the army as more soldiers stored their blasters away.

“Enough is enough!” Sixshot shouted from above. “We do not need to fear Overlord any longer! Fifth Campaign, stand down!”

The crowd shifted and nearly all lights went out as blasters tucked back into arms. Around twenty Decepticons remained with their weapons still bared, quaking as hundreds of Decepticons turned to them. 

“Sixth Campaign!” Leozack called. “Stand down!”

All Decepticons dropped their weapons. The glow of Overlord’s blasters went out and he spun on Leozack.

Leozack called, “What are your demands, Maximus?”

“We are getting off this planet!” Maximus snarled. “Overlord is going to let us all march onto the Nemesis and leave. If he wants his doctor back, he is just going to stand there and watch.”

“When will you return Trepan?” Leozack cried.

“He comes with us until the Nemesis is ready to hyperwarp! Then, we’ll throw him out and you”—Maximus pointed the stump of his wrist at Overlord— “try your damnedest to catch him before he splats. And then you know what happens next? You two stay here on Elba forever. It shall be your prison, because if you even dare follow us to Cybertron, we will use our most powerful relics on you. Do you know what the Immobilizer is, Overlord? It is an experimental weapon that fires a beam which locks bots in stasis. Except it doesn’t affect the processor, Overlord. You aren’t immune to it because it targets your nervous system. Your body will freeze, although you remain fully conscious.”

Bumblebee's words. Predaking exhaled nervous heat from his system. He still did not know if the relic was real, but he hoped Overlord believed so.

“And even if the beam fails to penetrate your armour, you know what will? The Spark Extractor! We will beat you to Cybertron, prepare these weapons, and kill you if you dare return! So, Overlord, how do you want to proceed?”

Maximus shifted Trepan in his grip, then pinched both his wheels between his finger and thumb to rip them off. Over Trepan’s scream, Maximus blasted, “Do you want to die with Trepan, or live?”

Overlord lowered his arms and drew his blasters back into his body, his plates sliding back in place. His red eyes were hollow and his lips were parted, though no words escaped them.

“You aren’t invincible,” Maximus sneered. “And look at you now. That expression suits you, Overlord. Now get away from the Nemesis.”

Sixshot motioned at Lyzack and Leozack. After they hopped down, Overlord took a moment to join them. The colossal thud of his landing rattled the crowd, but no attack followed. 

“Everyone inside!” Black Shadow waved and took the lead.

The Decepticon army nervously marched with him up a wing into the warship, glancing at Overlord in passing. He paid them no mind as he stared hard at Maximus. The Autobot general never lost his focus on Overlord, and Maximus yelled out whenever Overlord's plates or guns twitched.

As the Decepticon army trickled inside, a ground bridge portal opened. Lines of Autobots strut past Overlord with smug expressions, and behind them prowled the Star Seekers who shot him hateful glares. All factions peacefully entered the warship before the portal closed and another opened. Patients limped through, otherwise carried by Skylynx, Darksteel, and Ripclaw. Predaking moved forward to aid them, entering the med bay and collecting Thundertron. As he passed Overlord, he shivered, glanced at his face, but Overlord looked beyond him.

Once all patients had been transported, Predaking and his brethren stayed in the main control room of the Nemesis. Crankcase took over the console, displaying a camera angle of Overlord and his lieutenants. Sixshot beckoned Leozack and Lyzack to leave Overlord's side, and after sharing a final word with him, they stalked up the wing into the ship. At last, Maximus stomped up to the Nemesis, never turning his back for even a moment. Backwards, he walked into the Nemesis with Trepan, then went inside with Sixshot.

Sixshot steered Overlord's lieutenants into the main control room while Maximus carried the shaking doctor. They were watched coldly by the original Nemesis crew minus a few and with the addition of Ultra Magnus, Star Saber, and Black Shadow.

“Scanners show everyone onboard,” Crankcase announced. 

The Nemesis rumbled to life then lifted off.

Crankcase said, “All Cybertronians, the hyperwarp countdown will now begin.”

90, 89, 88...

The camera stayed focused on Overlord. The higher the warship rose, the more he craned his neck and the smaller he became.

“So creepy,” Black Shadow said. “Oh—”

Overlord transformed and began to trail the ship.

“Hold on,” Crankcase said. “I'll tell him off.”

Crankcase selected Overlord's life signal and called him.

“I'd show you a video, but Max still has a real tight grip on your doctor. Keep your distance; we're watching you.”

Leozack pushed, “You should throw Trepan out now.”

“Not yet,” Maximus growled. He roughly stroked Trepan’s head with his thumb and chuckled when he whimpered.

“Stop tormenting him!” Lyzack cried.

Star Saber warned, “Max, leave him alone. Everything is going to plan; we don’t need to kill him.”

60, 59, 58...

“How about I just start pulling off parts of him?” Maximus uttered.

First Aid exclaimed, “Stop it! This isn’t necessary!”

“Do you think I care after everything he’s done?” Maximus snapped while Trepan wailed.

Star Saber argued, “But we don’t know if Trepan had been threatened by Overlord!”

40, 39, 38...

“Threatened? Trepan is a twisted little piece of scrap who loved seeing us get torn apart over and over again! He was always whispering into Overlord’s audio receptor to tell him who he wanted to watch fight next! He told Overlord to make us kill each other! Everything that ever happened to us was all because of him!”

“Wait, Maximus! I know he was afraid of something. When I asked him why he served Overlord, he became so scared!”

10, 9, 8...

“That’s obvious then. He was protecting his own life,” Maximus growled.

“We’re ready,” Crankcase announced.

“Let Trepan speak, at least!” Star Saber protested. “He was your medic, Max. He could not have always been like this. Don’t you remember how he was before?”

“I don’t think I ever knew who he really was.”

“Hey!” Leozack hollered. “Now is the time! Throw him out!”

“Please…” Trepan choked.

Overlord started to pick up speed and approach them. Crankcase quickly contacted Overlord, “We’re opening a ground bridge.”

Crankcase did in fact open one. The sight of the swirling green portal convinced Overlord to back off, but Trepan and the lieutenants realized there was no exit portal generated within the ship.

“What are you doing?” Leozack roared.

“Fulcrum, it’s time,” Krok announced.

“Awesome. If all works as it should, please look to your right...”

“Overlord!” Lyzack yelled. “It’s a trick!”

“...and enjoy the most spectacular explosion of your life and my career...”

A loud boom shook the world and a city-sized column of orange and smoke rushed to the sky. Instead of receiving Trepan, wind, fire, and debris blasted through the portal and struck Overlord point blank. He vanished in the explosion, but they watched Overlord’s life signal spiral out of control and fall in the fiery tornado.

Lyzack, Leozack, and Trepan screamed. As Crankcase teleported in Fulcrum and Misfire, Overlord's lieutenants pulled out their spears. Sixshot and Skylynx lunged but restrained them a moment too late. Two spears sunk into Maximus' side, though while he bellowed and spasmed, he did not drop Trepan. Instead, Maximus gritted his teeth and clenched his hand.

Trepan cried and thrashed, then after a crunch, wheezed and bent over. Maximus grinned as Trepan pawed pathetically at his wrist, then he slowly squeezed tighter.

“We don't need you anymore,” Maximus breathed over his small head.

Crankcase yelled, “Hyperwarping… now!”

As the air hummed and the colours of the room began to stretch, Star Saber leapt and drew his sword. He turned into a red blur haloed by an arc of silver, before all bots became incomprehensible streaks of colour. Maximus released a holler, but it was cut off along with all other sounds.

---

The purple sky of Elba vanished. A cloak of streaking stars enveloped the ship before the Nemesis settled in the silent void of space. When everybot came back into focus, Maximus was bent over his severed gushing arm. On the floor, Trepan lay in the grasp of his limp hand. But for a moment, all anyone did was look to the main screen and a radar sweeping for Overlord's life signal.

There was nothing; no trace of him.

“We made it,” Crankcase breathed.

Leozack and Lyzack broke free from restraint and hurried to Trepan. Pulling back Maximus' fingers, they freed him and set him over their laps. Lyzack stroked his face, but Trepan's eyes remained shut and blood leaked from his parted mouth.

“Come on,” Lyzack choked. “Wake up…”

First Aid shoved himself forward and knelt over Trepan. Lyzack and Leozack glanced at his insignia then leaned out of his way.

“Hey!” Maximus barked. He stomped toward the working medic, but Star Saber tackled him to the ground.

Star Saber rushed, “Max, we’re safe now. Overlord is gone, and he will never hurt anyone again. You’re okay now. You’re safe… Leave Trepan alone.”

“I have to kill him.”

“No, you don’t,” Star Saber breathed. “Overlord can’t get to him or us. Overlord is gone; he’s really gone.”

Maximus went silent, then, he began to shake. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the floor.

Spinister padded closer to treat Maximus’ wound. The general yanked his arm away from the Decepticon and snarled, “Don’t touch me, ‘Con.”

“Maximus…” Star Saber murmured.

“… Don’t touch me.”

Maximus pushed Star Saber away with the stump of his non-bleeding arm, then he lay on the floor leaking energon. To his side, Overlord’s lieutenants caressed Trepan as First Aid opened him up and operated.

“You idiots,” Lyzack choked. “Trepan was never scared of Overlord; Overlord never threatened him once! The only thing Trepan was afraid of was you... and what you would do to him if you knew the truth...”

Eyes fell on the silent two-wheeler, but almost all gazes were devoid of empathy as blood spread beneath him.

“He got what he deserved in the end,” Maximus rasped. “May my medic rust in peace, and you two shut your mouths before you join him...”

---

END PART 5

Continue to PART 6

Notes:

Art:
Maximus grabs Trepan: PetalBirdie (petalbirdie.carrd.co)

Chapter 93: 5_44

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You chose to let Trepan leave

 

Predaking watched Trepan and his entourage depart. He had been warned not to talk to Trepan; he didn't even know what he had wanted to say. What was even safe to say that wouldn't make Trepan sic Overlord on him?  

After the door shut, the room became dark and quiet. Sighing, Predaking enjoyed it for the time being: it helped him organize his thoughts.

The key to defeating Overlord simply had to be Trepan. Sixshot and Black Shadow had claimed that Overlord had been different before Elba. Could be possible that deep down, Overlord may not have truly liked how Trepan had changed him?

Can I turn them against each other somehow? Predaking thought. Can I make Overlord understand Trepan's manipulation? If Overlord suddenly decided to be rid of Trepan, would Trepan terminate Overlord? If anyone knew how to do it, surely, the doctor would know.

“Oi!”

Predaking jumped at the voice above him. Tilting back his head, he gawked at a smooth black lump of metal sticking to the ceiling above him. With the sudden sound of transformation, the lump became a Minicon. Rewind dropped and slid down Predaking's horn, landing on the hands he raised in amazement.

“Rewind?” Predaking gasped.

“Finally! You know it was scrappin' hard to catch you alone!” Rewind declared. “Now we can work together.”

Predaking blinked rapidly. “How have you avoided detection? Where did you vanish after Overlord felled the warship?”

Rewind replied, “Well, it may not look like it, but I can fly. When everyone was thrown outside, I clung onto the Nemesis an' hid inside it 'til things got quiet. Since then, I’ve been investigating the Institute and going through their files. Oh an' fun fact: my spark signal isn't registered even on Autobot scanners. I don't let anyone track me, even if that means no one can find me if I get hurt. So yeah, the Nemesis won't show me even if it shows all the other Autobots now. Yep, no one knows I’m here.”

“Did Krok not report to Overlord that you were missing?”

“Argh, with Minicons you are either invisible or seen as an attachment of another bot. If Krok remembered me, he might have just thought because Chromedome was captured, I was too. Well, 'til someone says, 'Oi Overlord, you got all ten Autobots, don't cha?' and he goes, 'Eh? I've only got nine!' I'm just gonna keep slipping around the place unnoticed.”

“Beware of our former Decepticon crewmates,” Predaking growled. “They have sided with Overlord.”

“Oh I already know. But right now, they're all out of commission. Misfire and Fulcrum are in that dark dungeon while Crankcase and Krok are lyin' in the med bay. And there, Spinister has his hands full. Though that makes it near impossible to talk to First Aid who's with him.”

“Is Ripclaw in the med bay as well?” Predaking asked.

“She's back in her cell now, recovering,” Rewind said. “Not to worry. Though the other Autobots are in the med bay.”

Predaking sighed, “How much time has passed since the gladiatorial matches?”

“Three solar cycles,” Rewind reported.

“Three? Already?” Predaking gasped.

“Yeah, you were recovering. Here, you cannot tell night from day. But, I set a timer the moment we were taken down. It has been almost four solar cycles since we got here, actually…”

Then, Rewind’s mood switched.

“Oh... Predaking… Ultra Magnus came for us.”

Predaking’s eyes slowly expanded.

“They came because we went missing,” Rewind uttered. “But as Overlord predicted, they came in their spaceships, unprepared… He took them all down. Ultra Magnus, Springer, a bunch of Wreckers… whoever didn't perish in the attack are now in the prison.”

Predaking's jaw dropped. Rewind shivered on Predaking’s hands.

“They had no idea what they had just walked into.”

Overlord’s words echoed in his mind and tormented Predaking: “Let them come. That will be their mistake.”

“It’s… up to us, Predaking,” Rewind inhaled. “I don't think anyone else is coming. We ain't got much time either. The 'Cons are repairing the Nemesis and it will be battle-ready in just a few solar cycles. Overlord's planning on flying that one back to Cybertron and startin' the slaughter of all Autobots. He's gonna wipe out everything and everyone bearing that symbol. And since that's the case... that'll be the New Sparks too—the kids. He won't know the difference.”

[Predaking jolted as he remembered the red New Spark that Sunstreaker had shown off to Sideswipe.]

“Even if we don't count Overlord, we're up against 314 Decepticons, 42 ships, and the three greatest warships in Cybertronian history. With that fleet, they could sweep across the galaxy and massacre all stray Autobots even without Overlord! They could conquer Cybertron and the colonies.”

Predaking stared at Rewind, his spark hammering.

“Then we cannot defeat them,” Predaking choked. “There is nothing we can do.”

“Nah nah nah, don't be like that! Scraplets, I gotta teach you a bit about the Autobot spirit! We've always been battling impossible odds 'n that's how we got this far! Alright, so here's what I'm thinking. First we gotta take out Overlord, yeah? Then we release the prisoners an' let there be a fair fight: a final stand to destroy the Decepticon army. We have Fortress Maximus and Star Saber at full health and four Predacons, so not bad right? So once Overlord's gone, we got the rest and then we take the ships all for ourselves! Then we're outta here.”

Predaking's shoulders relaxed. “It does appear feasible when divided into steps, but the fact remains: Overlord is invincible.”

“But there's something mighty suspicious about his and Trepan's relationship, isn't there?” Rewind said. “Trepan seems to be the one calling the shots; I heard what Sixshot and Black Shadow were telling you. Trepan basically operates Overlord like a weapon. So then, I wonder if we can get the operator to turn it off?”

Slowly, Predaking smiled in relief at the tiny Minicon in his hands.

“I have just gained much respect for the spirit of your faction,” Predaking said. “And I apologize for how my brethren and I scorned your species. You are admirable, Rewind: a force to be reckoned with.”

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Continue to 5_7

Notes:

Art:
Predaking and Rewind: skullfacedlady (X)

Chapter 94: 5_45

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You chose to not trust Krok

 

"We do not require your assistance," Predaking growled.

"Don't be so harsh," Sixshot said. "They sound sincere, Predaking. We should allow Krok to help us."

"Krok is not an ally!" Predaking flung out his arm.

"Stop being stubborn. I trust him. Let's share everything we know."

"Just like that? And what has he done to prove himself?"

Krok and Crankcase huffed in exasperation; Spinister crossed his arms.

"Now you sound like a stupid bloody Autobot," Crankcase muttered.

"Ignore him," Sixshot said. "This is everything we know and what we are doing now..."

Sixshot talked over Predaking's interruptions. Krok and his Decepticons, including those in their cells, calmly listened even after Sixshot revealed their spies.

“So Hall G, room 9,” Krok exhaled. “Whatever they see in there is all we have to possibly learn how to defeat Overlord.”

When Spinister spoke, Predaking nearly jolted. He had believed him to be mute, but now a smooth educated voice rang out behind his mask.

“I am not sure if it is still relevant, nevertheless, long ago I was one of the pit surgeons who installed more weaponry into Overlord's system. We met a few times and I believe he remembers me, thus is fond of me. If we need to mislead him, he may believe any lies that I speak.”

Krok blinked quickly at Spinister. “I did not know you had known him in the past. That may not be necessary, but we will keep it in—”

“Sixshot!” Black Shadow cried over the other general’s comms. “We got something! We’re coming!”

They all looked up when they heard skittering in the ceiling, then a sign popped from a wall and Rewind hopped out. Jumping across Sixshot, Rewind landed on Predaking's hand while Arcee widened the hole to slip through.

“I don’t know what we saw, but it’s something!" Rewind declared. "Trepan, he is brainwashing Overlord! We have the proof! Look!”

Although Black Shadow was still absent, Rewind could not wait to project the video onto a wall.

Predaking glared at Krok and his soldiers. "Should they be permitted to—"

"Shh!" Crankcase snarled.

---

Trepan paced until Lyzack and Overlord appeared, unaware of Rewind's camera and the eyes peeking through the ceiling in the back of the room. Overlord lay down on a flat berth adjusted to his size, then shifted the plates on his shoulder. Trepan slid a needle between them and turned a dial so that gas hissed into Overlord.

---

“He’s letting Trepan sedate him,” Sixshot whispered as they watched. “He doesn’t know better to resist.”

---

Overlord sat up slightly, propping himself up with his elbows. When Trepan sprang onto the berth behind him, Overlord shifted his helm plating to reveal an underlayer of blue metal. Two scalpels burst from Trepan's fingertips and cut into Overlord's metal.

---

Black Shadow arrived, saw the projection, and gasped, “What in the actual pits of Kaon?”

---

Trepan leaned in closer, blocking more of Rewind’s view. The doctor flicked on a light on his glasses then snuck his fingers into the back of Overlord’s head. Trepan fiddled for a few moments, then pulled back and closed the operation site. After which, Overlord shifted his impenetrable armour back in place.

---

“Overlord exposed his unarmoured metal to Trepan,” Sixshot breathed. “Why would he do that? I understand he isn’t fully conscious of his actions right now, but how did Trepan convince him to do that the first time?”

---

Trepan dragged in another needled tube and injected Overlord's other shoulder. Bright blue wormed through the tube into his body at the same time Overlord jolted and his eyes flew open. Making choking sounds, he writhed and nearly yanked free of the needles. Lyzack held his arm and pushed the needles deeper in. A few moments later, Overlord fell back and shut his eyes.

Lyzack and Trepan stepped back and watched Overlord, until Leozack burst into the room. Pausing, Leozack assessed the situation and sighed. 

“Thank Primus,” Leozack said. “He finally listened. I thought we would lose him for good after he ran off…”

“Stupid fragger,” Trepan muttered.

The three all continued to stare at Overlord, until Rewind and Arcee pulled back and the footage ended.

---

“By the Allspark, Sixshot!” Black Shadow gasped. “Those three—”

“It is not what it looks like,” Spinister interrupted. “It is not brainwashing. Trepan must be a medical genius because I believe he is treating a disease that is supposed to be fatal.”

Black Shadow spluttered.

Rewind exclaimed, “What?”

“The evidence for my hypothesis lies not only in this footage, but in everything we have learned about Overlord. First: Overlord lacks a sense of touch, as Star Saber described. Second: Overlord is nearly incapable of feeling emotion. Third: he was immune to Hellbat’s ability. Fourth: he did not appear to refuel or recharge. Now, the colour of Overlord’s optics revealed he was energon deficient. Why? Because he cannot refuel or recharge without Trepan. The back of the processor where Trepan just operated on is the region that controls these processes. It looks like Overlord has Regulatory Region Failure: RRF.”

Everyone stared at Spinister.

Spinister carried on, “The regulatory region is responsible for energon processing, recharge, and most of our emotions. Most often, patients with RRF do not survive longer than a decacycle without care, a lunarcycle with care. In conclusion, Overlord does not protect Trepan because he was brainwashed to do it; Trepan is the one keeping him online.”

Jaws dropped.

“Overlord’s weakness was Trepan all along,” Spinister said.

Black Shadow cried, “Then by killing Trepan, we kill Overlord? It's that simple?”

Krok held out his hands. “Hold it. Everyone, hold it. We have to plan smart. If we just kill Trepan, consider what will happen: Overlord will still not die immediately. Knowing he is doomed, Overlord will not hesitate to kill us all. What we do instead… is take Trepan hostage.”

Arcee said, “We’re listening.”

Krok nodded at her. “Within this building are the most strategic minds Optimus and Megatron ever selected for leadership: three Autobot Campaign leaders, three Decepticon Campaign leaders, and the Commander of the Wreckers. If we combine our heads, we can figure out how to get everyone off Elba while stranding Overlord here. Without Trepan and without a ship to escape, Overlord will just die of natural causes. We have one night to make that become a reality.”

“We can clear the prison levels of Decepticon guards.” Sixshot nodded at Black Shadow. “We have the authority to send them to the Nemesis. It has been decades since any of these prisoners attempted to escape; no one sees a point in standing guard anyway.”

“You just gave me an idea,” Krok said. “If we can work down here without being seen… Excellent. I have solved the problem of Overlord’s ship collection.”

“You have?” Sixshot asked.

“Fulcrum. Fulcrum unguarded with the supplies of this resource-rich science institute can produce a lot of bombs.”

Fulcrum made a nervous sound from his cell.

Sixshot pressed, “Could he blow up all the ships? What about the Ark, the Nemesis, and the Tidal Wave?”

Krok replied, “If all the ships are fuelled, you can bet Fulcrum will slap the biggest bombs onto their energon tanks to damage them beyond repair!”

Rewind said, “I know where the shipyard is. I can get the bombs out there without being seen.”

“Oh! Now I have an idea,” Black Shadow added. “We explode the other ships but keep the Nemesis. We can fit everyone in it and get off Elba. Let's snag it tomorrow once it's repaired.”

Sixshot said, “Let’s talk to Star Saber and Maximus to hear any additional ideas they may have.”

“Before we get ahead of ourselves,” Krok decided. “Let me check in with Fulcrum.”

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Continue to 5_67

Chapter 95: 5_46

Notes:

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“Decepticons!” Overlord’s resounding cry rang through the speakers and every Decepticons' comm link. “Now is the time to gather before the Nemesis and await my command.”

Predaking and the Decepticon conspirators shared gazes with Arcee and Rewind.

It begins, their eyes declared. There is no going back.

Rewind transformed into his small black torpedo form and clung to Black Shadow's back, camouflaging as a piece of his armour. They left Arcee and headed to the warship with Sixshot and Black Shadow flying ahead to drop off the Minicon inside. In the meantime, Predaking, Krok, Spinister, and Crankcase walked over and merged with the growing horde of Decepticons.

The boom of a large jet engine cracked between the thunder. Overlord flew from the Institute with his lieutenants in tow, one of them carrying Trepan. Every Decepticon went still and silent, their wide-eyes tracking Overlord as he transformed and slammed down onto the centre spike protruding below the main windows of the Nemesis. Far above them, he stood and looked down. Suddenly the horde scrambled, organizing themselves into strict rows and saluting with their weapons. Lyzack and Leozack deposited Trepan behind Overlord before taking their places on a spike to Overlord's left, then Black Shadow and Sixshot emerged from the Nemesis and positioned themselves on a spike to Overlord's right.

Predaking’s mouth twitched. As Overlord spread his arms and cried out with theatrical gusto, Predaking understood why Black Shadow had believed Overlord to be undead. No matter how grand his voice and gestures were, it was no more than a performance. Everyone knew behind it all, the actor was soulless. His red eyes now glowed with full health but were still as cold and blank as ever.

“I understand everything now!” Overlord called. “Megatron cared nothing about us! He was absorbed by his lust for power and his obsession with Optimus Prime! He abandoned the cause long ago, not recently!”

Overlord paused as two fliers whizzed toward the Nemesis. The Decepticon army all turned their heads, and Crankcase gasped beside Predaking, “Fulcrum and Misfire?”

“Oh scrap,” Krok uttered.

Predaking's blood froze as Fulcrum and Misfire passed over the army and landed at the feet of the curiously smiling Overlord.

“Sixshot and Black Shadow are going to attack Trepan!” Fulcrum cried.

Overlord turned and fired two shots at the Campaign leaders. Sixshot and Black Shadow soared off the Nemesis with hollers, then hit the ground wheezing and holding their burnt chests. Lyzack and Leozack jumped across the gap and stood on either side of Trepan, shielding him between them.

“What made you so certain?” Overlord gazed down at Fulcrum and Misfire.

“They plotted against you with the prisoners and two loose Autobot spies!” Fulcrum exclaimed. “They tried to use me to blow up your ships!”

Black Shadow roared, “Trepan is Overlord’s weakness!”

Overlord snapped his arm toward him and fired. Black Shadow’s head vanished and his smoking body flopped beside Sixshot. As the other Campaign Leader choked and stared at him, Overlord fired again and burned a hole through Sixshot’s spark.

“Did you believe you could wound me by eliminating Trepan?” Overlord called as Sixshot fell. “I would certainly be saddened by the loss of my dear little medic, but is that worth giving up your life for?”

The Decepticon army tensed; Predaking gaped and felt faint.

“Fulcrum,” Overlord said, “thank you for proving your loyalty. How shall I reward you?”

Fulcrum gasped, “Please, rid the universe of all Autobots! I can’t take them anymore…!”

“I will protect you from the Autobots; have no fear,” Overlord rumbled and knelt down. “Come closer; tell me the plan and who else was involved.”

Fulcrum scurried in and pressed himself against Overlord's chest. There he stood and whimpered to Overlord, who turned his audio receptor to him attentively.

“Ahhh…” Overlord sighed at last. “Rewind and Arcee ran around sabotaging and spying, working with Sixshot, Black Shadow, the Autobot prisoners…”

Overlord smiled and relished his own dramatic pause.

“...and Predaking.”

Overlord raised the two enormous cannons on his arms. Predaking transformed and launched into the air, but never made it close to Trepan before Overlord fired at his face. Heat seared his eyes and he dropped, blinded and feeling the air nip at his exposed processor. The last thing he heard was the thud of his own body, but not Overlord's foot slamming onto his head.

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Game Over: Fulcrum's Betrayal

Chapter 96: 5_47

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When Sixshot and Black Shadow led Predaking around a corner, another hall of prison cells stretched on. However, Predaking recognized the Decepticon guards at the end of it.

“I was in this hall!” he exclaimed.

Noticing four cells without numbered signs, Predaking rushed to them. He looked through the slot of the first door to find Ripclaw tucked in the back, blinking back at him with half-lidded eyes. She curled around her patched up belly as though to protect it from further assault.

Predaking softly asked, “Ripclaw, are you alright?”

Ripclaw growled and crawled up to the door. At the same time, Skylynx and Darksteel called out.

“Predaking?” Darksteel piped up.

“Predaking?” Skylynx gasped. “Why did they let you out of your cell?”

Predaking stepped back so he could see all three of them at once. “I am thankful that you all survived.”

As Black Shadow and Sixshot stopped beside him, Predaking added, “I am permitted freedom as long as I stay with my escorts. They were assigned to monitor me to test my loyalty. If I can prove to Overlord that we are loyal Decepticons, he will free us.”

Skylynx said, “So they may let us free, but what about the Autobots? Will they be executed?”

“I know that they are imprisoned. That is all.”

Sixshot replied, “Executed? No. Autobots are meant to be collected. Chromedome, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Smokescreen are in their cells. Sideswipe and Arcee were critically injured, thus are in the med bay. Your non-combatant medic was recruited to the medic team and is now helping treat them.”

Eight Autobots? Predaking's eyes bugged. They had come with ten Autobots and five Decepticons. Even subtracting Pipes, someone still wasn’t accounted for.

Who is missing...? Predaking thought. Then he said, “I will go, for now. Rest and stay out of trouble. Do not try to escape, or else—”

“Already understood,” Skylynx sighed.

“I will see you soon.”

Past Darksteel and Ripclaw, Predaking found his former cell. Shifting his jaw, he was fascinated how in his previous state of terror, he had never considered that he might have been beside his brethren all along. In the cells beside his or across the hall, he jolted to find his Autobot crewmates in the shadows. 412 hovered above them.

“Predaking?” Bumblebee murmured. His round blue eyes whirled in the dark.

“Try not to talk to them,” Sixshot warned Predaking. “The guards down the hall are watching.”

Every Autobot shuffled to their cell doors. Too short to peer through the upper slots, they fell onto their hands and knees to look through the lower slots into the hall.

“What a disgraceful design...” Predaking gulped. His crewmates looked pathetic, battered and on all fours, looking up at him with shocked eyes.

Black Shadow replied, “The cells were never finished, if you were wondering why they have those open windows. But when Overlord suddenly became invincible, it didn't matter that the cells weren't ready. He is the prison that holds them here.”

Sixshot added, “The upper windows were so that he would see the prisoners in their cells. The lower windows were meant for energon. But... they compel the average-sized bot to bow for a glimpse outside.”

“I am sorry,” Predaking murmured to his crewmates as he turned away. He stared down the hall at the Decepticon guards whose eyes bored into him.

“Eh, don't be,” Black Shadow said. “They—oh scrap! That cell is empty!”

The Seeker pointed at the cell beside Bulkhead's.

“An Autobot's escaped!”

The guards sprinted down the hall at his holler. They crouched, peeking through the lower slot while Predaking stared through the upper one. Inside, the cell was truly empty despite the marker of 412.

“General!” a guard shouted. “An Autobot escaped his cell! An Autobot is loose!”

Overlord’s smooth voice came over his comms. “And how did he manage that?”

Predaking backed away as though he would be blamed. As he did, he heard the faintest whisper of his name. His eyes flicked to the side, finding Chromedome in the back of his cell.

Chromedome whispered, “Have you seen…?”

He pointed at his shoulder. Finally, it clicked; Predaking knew who was missing.

Rewind!

In response, Predaking shook his head. Chromedome smiled and sank in relief.

Overlord’s voice echoed from every hall in the building: “It appears we have an escapee who does not yet understand the grave mistake he has just made. I want him captured alive. This foolish Autobot named Smokescreen is an average-sized four-wheeler, blue and yellow. And I know he hears me now. Smokescreen, the more trouble you cause me, the more pain you and your friends will endure. Surrender. You have no chance here."

“Come on!” Black Shadow pushed Predaking along. “We’re expected to join the hunt!”

Predaking froze, horrified as he imagined Smokescreen in Overlord’s clutches, squirming and wailing the same way as Pipes.

Sixshot shoved him a bit harder than Black Shadow had. “Do not hesitate; always obey his commands!”

Predaking and the Campaign leaders bolted to the nearest elevator while the guards held their positions. From a speaker within the elevator, they heard a Decepticon report: “Autobot spotted in Hall C! He, he just dove through a wall!”

Sixshot jabbed a different option on the elevator's keypad.

“I have a hunch,” Sixshot said, “that he’ll read a map and think there’s a big button in Hall S to unlock all the cells...”

“He does seem to have that level of stupidity,” Black Shadow agreed.

Once the door opened, Sixshot and Black Shadow jogged toward the signs pointing toward Security.

“Stay there; this area is forbidden to you!” Sixshot called. “Report or capture that Autobot if you see him!”

They left as more Decepticon voices called through the hall speakers.

“The Autobot is running through doors!”

“He has a Phaseshifter!”

“Hall F—”

There was a blastershot that had tried to silence the last Decepticon who spoke.

“—Gah! Dirty Autobot—he’s running! Dropped down to level 2!”

A new authoritative voice spoke, much lighter than Overlord’s: “Hellbat, report to Hall H.”

Hellbat? The assassin from that story is still alive? How? For what reason?

Predaking wondered if he should find this Decepticon who could serve as an ally. He could pretend to join the search for Smokescreen, however... he did not know if it was worth the risk of being caught without his escorts.

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Choice 1: Go to Hall H....................... Go to 5_19
Choice 2: Stay where you were told... Go to 5_21

Chapter 97: 5_48

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Edited by Shira_Illustra

Spitting Acid by White Bat Audio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG3hgKuqpIA

You chose Darksteel

 

“I will take Darksteel,” Predaking swallowed.

Darksteel was the least injured of the three. However, Darksteel’s eyes rounded before he hesitantly leapt into the arena. Once he reached Predaking's side, his expression relaxed as he examined their opponents. He remembered their fight was with them, not Overlord.

“Let’s make scrap outta them!” Darksteel snarled. “We’re stronger than them!”

The Star Seeker Deathsaurus sneered. “Oh, the arrogance of youth! They clearly lack battle experience if they believe that strength guarantees the victor. Let us teach them a lesson and give Overlord the show he desires.”

In a harsher voice and accent, Thundertron snarled, “I need no reason to make Cybertronians suffer! This I will do with pleasure!”

[The leonine face exploded from Thundertron’s chest with igniting blue eyes. Falling onto all fours, Thundertron flung out long golden claws and dragged them over the energon-stained floor. While he bared his bright blue fangs, a thin bladed tail lashed behind his scarred body. Beside him, Deathsaurus burst into a white draconic beast with a long neck and tail. His wings whipped out and flashed razor-sharp feathers. A fanged beak replaced his scowling mouth and golden antlers sprouted from his head.]

Blinking, Predaking was shocked by Deathsaurus' resemblance to a Predacon; albeit, he was much smaller. When Predaking and Darksteel transformed, they loomed over the Star Seekers, shrieked piercingly, and flared their wings. Together, they cast shadows over their opponents. In response, Thundertron roared, Deathsaurus screeched, then they launched themselves at the Predacons.

The roars of the crowd became a muffled drone as Predaking zoned in on the battle. He braced himself for Thundertron, but flames shot from Deathsaurus' throat at his face. As the light blinded Predaking, Thundertron lunged through the fire and sank his teeth into his muzzle. Golden claws raked his cheeks and Predaking thrashed his head, snarling and warming fire in his chest. Before Predaking released a ball of flame, metal wings flapped and Thundertron landed on Predaking's back.

Fangs ripped plates from between Predaking's wings. As he roared, Darksteel bounced in his peripheral vision with a white beast clinging to his back. Deathsaurus tore off a few of Darksteel's metal feathers before the Predacon rolled and knocked him off. Following his lead, Predaking rolled and crushed Thundertron beneath him. However, the Star Seeker's long claws embedded into his back and no amount of rolling dislodged him.

“You are open!” Deathsaurus cried.

Deathsaurus kicked off Darksteel and dove onto Predaking’s exposed stomach. Only for a few moments, Deathsaurus ripped into him before he leapt away. Darksteel blasted fire at Deathsaurus, but the pirate turned with a chuckle and absorbed the heat.

“Do you think that will harm me?” Deathsaurus sailed over the flame and blasted his own fire into Darksteel’s face.

Darksteel shut his eyes. Deathsaurus slammed into the Predacon once again and sank his claws and teeth into his metal.

Thundertron gave Predaking no time to aid his brother, biting into him and tearing him with his long claws. Trusting Darksteel to handle himself, Predaking slashed at Thundertron, but he was nimble for his size. He jumped back, landed on his toes, then darted under his stomach to bite his thigh. Predaking barely managed to kick off Thundertron before the feline beast clawed his haunch.

Why can we not grab hold of them?  Predaking thought with eyes wide and wild. Why can I not defeat them? I defeated both Optimus Prime and Megatron!

Something wet and sizzling splattered Predaking’s throat. He leapt back and screeched. As Predaking stumbled over his claws, Deathsaurus flew off Darksteel and landed on Predaking's bloody back. Another glob of acid hit his shoulder. Teeth clamped onto Predaking's throat after Thundertron lunged for it. Side to side, Predaking madly jumped and rolled with both Star Seekers on him. Thundertron's jaws locked while he tore Predaking's face with his front claws, knocking small teeth from Predaking's mouth.

Darksteel charged in, his smooth plates torn to shreds and wings bitten off to leave bloody nubs. Predaking stared in horror at his injuries. He wished he had not chosen Darksteel for the fight. Deathsaurus soared onto Darksteel and flattened him, stretching out over his back and neck. The Star Seeker crunched his fanged beak on the Predacon’s head before squirting acid into him.

"Stop the fight!" Trepan cried.

Darksteel spasmed and collapsed. Predaking shrieked, but Thundertron ploughed into his side with claws outstretched. Deathsaurus leapt off Darksteel and threw himself at Predaking as well. Both Star Seekers shoved Predaking to the ground and tore into him. From where he lay, Predaking glimpsed Darksteel’s dimly glowing eyes and Overlord sitting far behind with a bored expression. However, Trepan's quick movements stole Predaking's attention as the two-wheeler pounded Overlord's arm.

You! This is your fault! Predaking's mind cried.

Predaking hollered, pointing his blaster at the medic.

If I must die, my final act shall be to take out the one pulling Overlord’s strings!

Predaking fired. Overlord's hand shot out in time to cover Trepan. The smaller bot yelped before Overlord exploded from the throne so fast that he nearly fell onto all fours. He sprinted across the field. One hand snatched Thundertron and the other Deathsaurus, then Overlord flung the Star Seekers aside and uncovered Predaking.

His foot slammed down on Predaking’s head before he could think another thought.

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Game Over: Darksteel was not ready for this

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Art:
Thundertron lunges through the fire, Predaking vs Thundertron: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Overlord stomps Predaking's head: AlexDeMaster

Chapter 98: 5_49

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Once Sixshot and Black Shadow had finished speaking, Predaking begged them, “Will you escort me to where my Predacon brethren are being kept? I must see them. One was gravely wounded.”

“Oh yeah, yeah sure,” Black Shadow said. “We were going to take you all around for your tour anyway!”

Leaving the room, they headed back down the hall and stepped into the nearest elevator. As they descended, Predaking commented, “Nothing prevents anyone from entering or exiting the prison. And I had seen few guards there.”

The doors parted and they entered a hall of harsh shadows and light. Four Decepticons glanced at them as they walked by.

Black Shadow answered, “No need for much security when Overlord is scary enough. I mean the cells will shock a bot who tries to break the walls or door. But, yeah even if they can escape, they wouldn't dare.”

Predaking peered through the slots of the cells around him, finding scowling brutish bots, many with scars and tattoos.

Sixshot explained, “This level holds the most dangerous prisoners. These are some of the Star Seekers. Space pirates: enemies of the Decepticons and even the Autobots. They despise all Cybertronians.”

A voice growled, “With good reason.”

In the darkness of his cell, a bot stood with his red eyes penetrating the darkness.

“Thundertron,” Black Shadow said. “Leader of the Star Seekers and major enemy of Megatron. Very, very important prize Overlord captured.”

Predaking nodded. As they went on down the hall, he noticed that the electronic signs above these cells were blank.

“Previously, I had seen cells marked by numbers. What do they mean?” Predaking asked.

“Oh...” Black Shadow began. “We actually don’t know. It’s only for the Autobots though. It’s weird, but Overlord starts them at 412. Every time a bot fights in his random gladiator battles, the number goes down one. He said though that if you can guess the meaning of the number, you will be spared of the arena. But if you guess wrong, then you die. So... nobody guesses.”

Predaking’s eyebrows shot up. Black Shadow shrugged and pointed at the numbers now starting to reappear above cell doors.

Sixshot added, “ Even I did research and couldn’t find anything relating the number 412 to Overlord or Megatron. But if I had to guess, because I can say what I want without fear—”

He peeked at the Autobots in the adjacent cells. They didn’t appear to be listening.

“—it's part of Overlord's old designation. Like how Megatron was D-16. Overlord likely originated from the South despite his posh Polyhexian accent. He was probably a number before and 'Overlord' was a chosen name. What he is doing to these Autobots seems to be vengeance.”

“Vengeance...” rumbled an incredibly deep voice. Predaking, Sixshot, and Black Shadow peered through the slot of a cell to a red-eyed shadow as large as Overlord.

“Maximus,” Sixshot stated. “The Sixth Campaign Leader of the Autobots.”

The number 12 hung above his cell, the lowest Predaking had yet seen.

“How long before he makes me fight you, beast?” Maximus growled. “A monstrous Decepticon plaything… Predacons—they taunted me! Four Predacons to spice up the arena! I abhor you already. All the Autobots you will rip to shreds for his entertainment... Vengeance! No—only pleasure! But I will get my hands on you Predacons. I’ll mangle you and kill you all if I can get away with it!”

“Evening to you too,” Black Shadow said, then nudged Predaking with his wing. “He says something bloody every time you walk past him. He's so unstable that Overlord won't let Trepan treat him no matter how bad his wounds are!”

“Trepan!” Maximus hissed. “I will rip his limbs off one by one, peel him down to his wiring, and twist off his screaming head!”

“Ha!” Black Shadow laughed. “You would have already done that if you could! You wouldn’t even kill a Vehicon! Your frame just rattles at the thought of pissing off Overlord!”

Footsteps thumped up to the door. A blue Autobot appeared and gripped the upper window of the cell with one hand and set down the stub of the other. But now, Maximus had nothing to say. He snarled as the group walked away from him.

“And here is Star Saber,” Black Shadow carried. “Sixshot’s old rival from the Fifth Campaign.”

“A respectable opponent.” Sixshot peered into the cell. “Hello, Star Saber.”

Under the sign 104, a large red, white, and blue Autobot padded up to the window. He asked gently, “So Megatron has not come? I overheard that the Nemesis arrived… piloted by Autobots.”

“No word about Lord Megatron’s whereabouts yet,” Sixshot told him. “The Autobots claimed that the War is over, that Megatron renounced the cause and vanished. We saw a video of it, but it might be fake.”

“I do not believe the Autobots would fabricate such a thing,” Star Saber replied. “We have never used such a tactic before.”

“Hmm... Do you believe so?”

“I believe the video is real. The Autobots who came here must have been on a mission of peace…”

“Well, they must be very disappointed now.” Sixshot crossed his arms. “Overlord is not interested in peace with the Autobots. And honestly, it's for the best that Overlord thinks that video is fake. Lord Megatron is the only reason you are still online…”

He trailed off and shot an apologetic look at Star Saber.

“I hope you'll reach 0 on your count before we figure out what has happened to Lord Megatron.”

Sixshot drew away and they continued down the hall. Predaking hurried along, ever more impatient to find out the condition of his brethren.

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Continue to 5_47

 

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Chapter 99: 5_50

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Smokescreen

 

Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, and Chromedome fought free of the other prisoners who tried to restrain them. All four sailed over the wall and landed in the arena. Star Saber stared at them until the four tackled him to the ground. Bulkhead tore the sword from Star Saber's grasp and tossed it to Wheeljack, letting the small Autobot wield the blade as long as his body. Though it looked uncanny in his hands, Wheeljack firmly pointed it at Star Saber as he was let go.

“You’re supposed to be better than this,” Wheeljack growled. “Ol’ Mags used to speak highly of you! You were a real legend among the ranks... Look at what you’ve become.”

Star Saber stepped back as though the blade had struck him.

Overlord chuckled, “Yes, look at what he's become! And every Autobot here. There is no one left you can trust. Autobots, take Chromedome and Bumblebee out of the arena. Keep the other two in.”

Autobots flooded over the wall or down the stairs. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Chromedome, and Bumblebee jolted, unable to fire or fight back, when their own comrades pinned them or dragged them back into stands. Once his command had been fulfilled, Overlord waved at the medics across the field. They jogged toward Smokescreen with medical kits in their hands, but after a quick look over him, they simply hauled him away.

“What are you doing?” First Aid yelped.

One medic snapped, “Always clear the area as fast as possible! We'll treat him in the back.”

They rushed away, leaving a pool of energon behind.

“You may go, Star Saber,” Overlord rumbled. “Leave the sword.”

Star Saber hastened to depart.

Raising his upturned palm to the Decepticon spectators, Overlord called, “You two Vehicons! This is your time to shine! Put on a show for me, if you would be so kind. Autobots, release our next two combatants.”

Two purple grounder-type Vehicons threw themselves over the stands. After landing heavily, they squared their chests. One rolled his shoulders while both of them stared down Bulkhead and Wheeljack as they were released. The other Autobot prisoners drove or flew out of the arena.

“Vehicon troopers to fight?” Wheeljack growled. “Good. I’m in a mighty need of some stress relief.”

Wheeljack swung Star Saber's sword experimentally while Bulkhead transformed his arm into a bludgeon. They jolted when the Vehicons charged with ferocious screams. All members of the Nemesis crew gawked at the loud and unyielding aggression unlike anything they had ever seen from Vehicons before. As the clones lunged, Wheeljack and Bulkhead swung their weapons. The Vehicons flowed under the bludgeon and the blade, then jumped and uppercutted their jaws, snapping back the Wreckers’ stunned expressions.

Punches snapped their heads from side to side and the Wreckers stumbled. Giving up their weapons, Bulkhead and Wheeljack tried to jab back with their fists. Their knuckles barely scraped the Vehicons' bodies as they flitted out of the way. Bulkhead swung hard and wide, looking no more than a mindless brute who had stumbled into the arena, while his Vehicon opponent nailed him with precise, trained blows to his weak spots. Though Wheeljack was more agile than his comrade, his short stature brought his head within easy range of his opponent's lightning punches. 

The Wreckers lurched, blinded. The Vehicons glanced at each other, then rushed back for Star Saber’s sword. The two saw it fit to grab the handle together and charge point first at Bulkhead.

Predaking thought Overlord would intervene. However, Overlord watched while Trepan whispered into his audio receptor. Overlord straightened in his seat a moment before the Vehicons ran the Wrecker through.

At the shink and Bulkhead’s grunt, Wheeljack regained his senses and hollered. Predaking’s jaw fell. The Decepticon spectators cheered as Bulkhead dropped to his knees, energon oozing around the sword in his gut. One of the Vehicons yanked the blade free just as Wheeljack flew at them. Swinging it, the Vehicon caught Wheeljack in its arc.

After the sharp sound of sliced metal, Wheeljack collapsed beside Bulkhead. Both Wreckers twitched and clutched their gushing wounds as their crewmates screamed and the Decepticon audience jeered. Overlord’s fingers flicked at the med team, but Trepan sailed off the throne as well. To Bulkhead, Trepan went and shoved a small hand deep into his gut wound. He flicked on lights beside his glasses, then peered inside Bulkhead as he worked, ignoring the Wrecker’s moan of pain. Beside them, other medics tended to Wheeljack's deep side wound.

The Vehicons spun and basked in the praise of the Decepticon crowd. They raised their arms and would have sneered if they could have, showing off their energon-splattered bodies and Star Saber's drenched sword. The Vehicons sauntered up to Overlord and offered him the dripping blade. With the same drowsy expression, Overlord leaned forward to take it, then beckoned Star Saber to come to him.

Wheeljack was carried by the medics to the back of the field and dropped beside Smokescreen. However, Bulkhead was left where he was as Trepan continued his work. Some medics lingered around him in a ring but otherwise left him space. In the meantime, Star Saber slunk back into the arena to Overlord.

Overlord smirked in the direction of Bumblebee and Chromedome, his voice slapping them through the speakers. “Ah, how much you are learning today! It is not just me you will fear. You see, I have been specially training my Decepticons for the past century, preparing them for all situations, turning them into ultimate Autobot-killing machines… Each and every one of them is equipped and eager to take you down; they simply wait for my permission to harm you.”

Star Saber fidgeted in the presence of Overlord. When Overlord leaned forward to pass him back his sword, Star Saber shrunk and silently received it. Without cleaning it, Star Saber sheathed the blade and strode back to the stands.

At last, Trepan stood up and backed away from Bulkhead. He waved at the other medics with his arms soaked up to his elbows in energon. Bulkhead was carried off by the strongest medics like Spinister, and Trepan skittered back up onto Overlord's throne. The four bots who stood at Overlord's side did not react, did not even spare Trepan a glance. Silently they watched as the Vehicons proudly returned to the stands wearing Autobot blood.

“Good show!” Overlord called. “But we aren’t finished yet. Not even close.”

He snapped his cold eyes back at the new arrivals.

“Bumblebee,” Overlord announced.

Autobot prisoners hurled him into the field. He flailed then crashed on his feet, looking murderously at Overlord.

“Ah, Optimus’ little pet scout,” Overlord purred. “Do you think yourself a warrior now? How adorable. Well, let's see you try to fight. Because you interrupted one of my matches, I will have to punish you as well.”

Black Shadow turned his head to Overlord. “I’ll do it.”

What? Predaking nearly leapt from his seat and hollered.

“Oh, you volunteer?” Overlord spread his arms without knocking Trepan off the throne. “By all means, Black Shadow!”

Predaking leaned forward, rapidly blinking as though to clear away what he saw. Black Shadow leapt over the wall around the throne and strode into the arena.

Bumblebee stood his ground, but as Black Shadow stomped closer, their difference in power became apparent. The Decepticon Campaign leader was nearly twice Bumblebee's size. How Bumblebee's doors stayed raised in defiance, Predaking did not know. All the footage they had seen of Black Shadow now flashed through Predaking's mind: how Autobots had perished from just one of Black Shadow's kicks.

“I am going to enjoy this,” Black Shadow hissed.

The Decepticons erupted in fresh cries of excitement and shouted encouragement at the Seeker.

Bumblebee raised his fists. “We'll see. I might just put a few dents in you.”

“Ha! Primus, I am going to break you—”

Overlord said, “As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, do not terminate him. I intend to interrogate this one.”

“Alright then,” Black Shadow spat.

The Seeker snapped into jet mode and shot at Bumblebee as a streak of black and red. Baring his blasters, Bumblebee fired rapidly at the Seeker. Ignoring the blasts, Black Shadow changed to bot mode. Bumblebee transformed just before Black Shadow struck him, dropping onto his wheels and screeching toward Overlord. As Overlord sat tapping his cheek, Predaking panicked.

Stop! What do you intend to accomplish? 

Bumblebee transformed and whirled around to face Black Shadow, his blasters once again bared and firing at the Seeker. Predaking exhaled. The Seeker sprinted at Bumblebee, screaming, “You think you can keep your distance from me?”

Black Shadow's hip plates clacked with each thundering step. Bumblebee exchanged his blasters for his fists as Black Shadow launched at him.

A thick leg swung at the small Autobot; Bumblebee flitted to the side to dodge it. Cutting the kick short, Black Shadow slammed down his leg, spun on his heel, and shot out a back kick. The switch was so fast that Predaking barely saw what had happened.

Bumblebee hit the ground while the Decepticon crowd laughed and cheered.

Black Shadow uttered, “Get up.”

Bumblebee surged to his feet with a cry and pummelled out several speedy punches. Black Shadow’s hands moved faster: a white flurry of slaps that blocked every blow. Black Shadow booted him squarely in the chest and sent him flying. After skidding on his posterior, Bumblebee pulled himself onto one knee and wheezed, wrapping his arms over the fresh dent. The Autobot snapped his head up with spinning, sharp blue eyes.

“Are you mad?” Black Shadow snarled. “You think you’re going to avenge your friends now?”

Bumblebee roared and lunged at the Seeker. He swung for a punch, but a lightning kick struck Bumblebee's right elbow. There was a loud crack and pop as the joint busted, lubricant sprayed, and Bumblebee’s arm bent the wrong way. As the screaming Autobot fell, Black Shadow caught him and yanked him back to his feet. He let the Autobot stumble for balance before he fired a kick at Bumblebee's knee.

Metal crumpled and Bumblebee’s knee joint popped out from the side. Predaking's eyes bugged. He heard Krok huff, and when he glanced at him, Krok's eyes were bright in amusement.

Bumblebee shrieked and writhed on the ground, two of his limbs broken and flopping. Black Shadow stomped on Bumblebee's torso, snarling, “You are weak! You thought you could stand a chance against me? None of you Autobots stand a chance here!”

Black Shadow stomped on Bumblebee again and again. His metal cracked and energon flew upward. Predaking swayed and felt the urge to vomit. The Seeker did not look like he was about to stop even if he disobeyed Overlord’s command. Predaking realized Bumblebee could be killed right in front of him if he did not intervene.

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Choice 1: Protect Bumblebee...... Go to 5_40
Choice 2: Watch......................... Go to 5_4

Notes:

Art:
Wreckers vs Vehicons: Kaichdreis (X)
Black Shadow vs Bumblebee: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

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You chose to talk to First Aid

 

Predaking slunk over to the non-combatant medic. For a moment, he stayed silent. First Aid glanced at him with concerned eyes.

“Trepan,” Predaking murmured.

Much was revealed in First Aid's squeaky gasp.

“Th-there’s something wrong with that doctor!” First Aid choked. “He has scalpels in all his fingers… Who needs ten scalpels? An-and then I saw him carefully sharpening them in the side room… So creepy!"

Predaking whispered, “But has he tampered with the heads of any patients?”

“No,” First Aid whispered back. "Why?"

“Autobot inbound!” Sixshot called through Hellbat's comms.

The present Decepticons fell silent and Predaking stopped talking. Everyone watched Hellbat. His head spikes spread, stretching red membranes between them. As they began to quiver, a high-pitched buzzing commenced. Slowly, Hellbat's membranes warmed to pink. The decorative swirls upon them ignited with white light.

Smokescreen burst through the wall and zipped through a Decepticon. Hellbat twirled around and purred, "Sleep!"

The Autobot dropped to his knees. With a hanging jaw, Smokescreen struggled to lift his head as Hellbat stepped closer.

"Wha..." Smokescreen's eyes slid shut. He collapsed face-first into the floor.

"Shhhh..." Hellbat smiled and knelt. "Sleep."

Smokescreen lay sprawled and limp. After poking the Autobot, Hellbat unclipped the Phase Shifter from his arm. His bright membranes cooled back to red and the buzzing subsided. While holding the Phase Shifter, Hellbat scooped up Smokescreen then wrapped his arms around him.

“Hellbat, stop hugging the Autobot!” a Decepticon growled.

“Whoops! Force of habit,” he giggled.

Hellbat stood up, letting Smokescreen slip to the floor. The other Decepticons pounced and pinned the Autobot. Smokescreen groaned while one Decepticon reported into his comms, "Overlord, the loose Autobot's been captured in the med bay!"

Not long after, heavy footfalls shook the floor. Overlord marched into the room with his lieutenants, towering over them all.

“His Phase Shifter, Sir!” Hellbat chirped and held up the relic.

Smiling, Overlord leaned over and pinched the Phase Shifter between his finger and thumb.

“Such a powerful little toy…” he hummed. “It shouldn't be in the hands of Autobot protoforms.”

The relic exploded into pieces. When Smokescreen groaned again, Overlord turned and reached for him. Thick black fingers grasped Smokescreen's neck. With a holler, Smokescreen's eyes flared open and he floundered. Predaking's spark jumped and First Aid mewled in the background.

"A classic show of Autobot heroism... so eternally vexing," Overlord drawled. He hoisted Smokescreen into the air, pausing to watch him squirm. "You thought you could save your comrades without a plan. Because with enough spirit, you can achieve anything, hmm?"

"Sm-Smokescreen..." said a light voice.

Overlord gazed with everyone else at Arcee, rolled on her side on a distant berth. Her fearful eyes fought fatigue and pain to stay open. Slowly, Overlord looked back to Smokescreen and sighed.

“The price of what you have done, Smokescreen, will hurt them more than it hurts you...”

“No!” First Aid wailed.

An Autobot medic shushed him.

When Overlord spoke next, his voice rang from all speakers in the building: “Release the prisoners.”

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Continue to 5_76

Notes:

Art:
Trepan terrifies First Aid: HiddenAsAlways (Tumblr)
Overlord breaks the Phase Shifter: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

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The cells of his Autobot crewmates were empty. As for the Predacons, they were locked up where they had been before. Darksteel and Ripclaw were in beast-mode: Darksteel pacing in his cell while Ripclaw rested in hers. Predaking gazed at her sadly. Skylynx transformed to bot-form upon spotting Predaking.

“Ripclaw is recovering,” Skylynx told him.

Predaking asked, “How are you faring?”

“I am well. I imagine, your condition is worse than mine. How are things outside the prison?”

“Currently, I am on a perilous mission.”

Skylynx exhaled, “I see. I wish you luck... just take caution. Overlord wanders the prison levels.”

"I am already aware. I will take care to avoid him," Predaking breathed. "Have no fear."

Bidding his brethren farewell, Predaking drifted away. After only a few paces, he discovered Fulcrum and Misfire in separate cells. Both sat battered and in miserable balls, but glanced up hopefully as Predaking strode by. He did not stop for them, unsure how to feel about them.

Beyond them, Predaking discovered the new additions to Overlord’s collection. Despite however many Wreckers had originally come, there were now only around twenty survivors. Not a single one was conscious. Predaking found Ultra Magnus among them, drilled with holes from his head to his feet. Old energon pooled beneath him, and if the lights on his body had not been aglow, Ultra Magnus would have appeared dead.

“Ultra Magnus?” Predaking murmured.

He grunted but did not stir.

All the Wreckers had received minimal medical attention, perhaps just enough to keep them alive. They lay in their drying blood, some missing limbs, one missing the metal of his face. Predaking recognized Warpath in one of the cells, lying back with his chest cannon snapped in half.

Pity drowned Predaking's spark. He pictured the Wreckers courageously charging down to Elba in the belief that they would save the Nemesis crew. Now he dreaded what would happen to them if Overlord couldn't be stopped.

Will all prisoners eventually be disposed of? Would some of them be kept online to serve as fodder in a new arena on Cybertron?

With slow and heavy footsteps, Predaking finished a loop around the prison level. Once he returned to the guards from before, one teased him, “Did you learn much?”

“Yes," Predaking replied. "I have learned how Overlord demolished the Sixth Campaign army in one fell swoop and how he conquered the Fifth Autobot Campaign thereafter.”

“Impressive, isn’t it?” one of the Decepticons laughed.

They all smirked.

“Indeed,” Predaking lied.

He slipped out of the dark prison. As he ascended in an elevator to the ground level, he considered his options. Perhaps he could talk to Sixshot, if not Black Shadow, in case there were other possible Decepticon allies besides Hellbat. Gritting his teeth, Predaking mulled over the idea; Sixshot was still far too close to the one who had nearly killed Bumblebee.

For now, Predaking stopped the nearest Decepticon.

"Would you mind telling me about the one called 'Hellbat'? I heard that he has an unusual ability..." Predaking trailed off.

"Hellbat?" The Decepticon smirked. "Oh, he sure does. You'll love him. He's a white and blue Seeker with some yellow plating and red biolights. He has fin-like fans on the side of his head..."

The Decepticon mimed their shape.

"But you can easily identify him from behaviour alone. He's bubbly and skips around hugging bots. He usually hangs around the sleeping quarters down that way."

The Decepticon pointed down the right hall; Predaking immediately headed in that direction.

Hellbat was as easy to identify as the Decepticon had claimed. To see a bouncy Seeker bearing the name Hellbat however, was perplexing. His name had even a Predacon ring to it of some fiery beastly flier. Hellbat stopped swaying by a window at the approach of the newcomer. Turning around, he lay friendly eyes on Predaking and smiled.

"Hoi~!" Hellbat chirped. "What are you up to?"

The question startled Predaking. Sharp alertness may have been hiding behind a facade of innocence.

What if he made a deal with Overlord to be spared? Predaking wondered. Hellbat has a valuable and rare sleep-inducing ability that Overlord may not have wanted to part with... even if Hellbat had tried to terminate him.

Hellbat cocked his head when Predaking didn't answer, before carrying on himself.

"Is there something you need?" Hellbat asked.

"I was merely... curious about something..." Predaking mumbled.

"Hmm?"

Hellbat stepped closer. Predaking feared he was setting himself up for getting reported.

"You have... a particular ability..." Predaking began.

"I do! I give the best hugs. Just kidding, but that's true too. I can put others into powerdown or stasis lock..."

"You use that ability against Autobots?" Predaking inquired.

"Well, back when I was doing spy work and sneaking around! Or when Smokescreen got loose, I had to put him to sleep because no one could touch him... Usually, I just like helping bots sleep when they're having trouble. Decepticons, I mean."

"Decepticons?"

"Mmhmm!"

"I... heard a rumour that Overlord does not recharge."

Hellbat said, "Hmmm I don't know about that!"

Is he playing dumb? Predaking thought, before asking, "Have you ever... helped him recharge before?"

"Nope!" Hellbat answered. "I've never been asked to."

Predaking grunted, "I was told that... you attempted to use your ability on him before."

"Oh no, of course not! Who said that?" Hellbat blinked.

"You made... an attempt on Overlord's..."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Hellbat gazed up with the same round eyes. He clasped his arms behind his back and scrapped his foot on the ground.

Predaking no longer thought Hellbat was acting. Dread filled his spark. What if Trepan does not just brainwash Overlord? What if his control extends to other individuals?

A small group of Decepticons appeared at the end of the hall and Hellbat galloped toward them, singing a little tune. Predaking watched him leave, sighed, and walked on. Down a wing he had not yet explored, he stopped at a window. Beyond the glass, there sat the Nemesis under the storm. Dozens, perhaps a hundred, Decepticons worked on repairs at the front and back ends of the ship.

What if the vessel will be battle-ready before the time that Rewind predicted? he worried.

Someone called, “Hey, Predacon.”

He turned. Three Vehicons stood outside of a locked doorway. Predaking's mouth pulled to the side as he wondered if any of them had been the ones who stabbed Bulkhead and Wheeljack.

“Are you lost or looking for something?” one of them asked.

“No... I was just about to seek Sixshot,” he answered.

“Oh,” one said. “He just went into this hall.”

The Vehicon jerked his head toward the closed doors behind him.

“It’s not really a forbidden area. We’ll let you in if you want.”

Predaking checked the sign for the hall. Hall W? He was certain that had not been on Sixshot's list of halls to avoid.

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Choice 1: Go into the hall.............. Go to 5_31
Choice 2: Continue wandering....... Go to 5_68

Chapter 102: 5_53

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Rewind shared with Predaking everything he had learned from exploring the Institute and reading all archives pertaining to Overlord.

“The Nemesis still had files on him, but what was stored on Elba got deleted except for his old gladiatorial videos. And Overlord's signal is unregistered too! But the most suspicious thing is his medical profile got erased on Elba. I got a copy of it from the Nemesis' database... but there doesn't seem to be anything amiss. He just has two sets of every organ. But I'm gonna try to get to First Aid so he can have a look. You wanna in the meantime try to ask bots about Trepan without drawing suspicion?”

“I can try…” Predaking muttered.

Rewind advised, “Use your youth as an excuse for asking questions, since you don’t know much about the War at all.”

“Understood…”

Rewind held his chin. “There really is something weird going on with Overlord medically. While I've been watchin' him, he's never consumed energon or recharged. Though his optics are turning pink so he's becoming deficient. Why isn't he refuelling? And yeah, think about how he keeps a doctor real close to 'im. We gotta find out about that. Just be careful though, going around. Overlord is on patrol, circling through the warship, the prison levels, and all the halls. If you see him, act like a good Decepticon.”

“I wonder if defeating Overlord is as simple as terminating Trepan,” Predaking said. “Although, Sixshot and Black Shadow warned me that Overlord would react with extreme violence.”

“We won't assassinate Trepan,” Rewind affirmed. “That could guarantee a death sentence to all Autobots here. Just gather information for now without engaging with Trepan or Overlord.”

“At least, Overlord's approach would be audible thus I will be able to avoid him.”

“Right. Okay, off you go. Don't look for me; I'll find you later!”

Rewind transformed into a small black pod then flew up to the ceiling. He waited there until Predaking stepped out the doors, then Rewind slipped out like a silent shadow, following the edge of the ceiling and hiding behind the decorative beams of the hall. Predaking dropped his gaze to not draw attention to him.

Am I still expected to have my escorts? Predaking wondered while walking. One was injured regardless...

Predaking clenched his teeth at the thought of Black Shadow. But he wore the mask of a curious face as he wandered toward an elevator and headed down to a prison level. As he entered the dark hall with glaring white lights, Decepticon guards turned away from their electronic game.

“My knowledge concerning the Campaigns is lacking,” Predaking explained. “I wish to interrogate Autobots on how they were defeated. I was only recently created by Shockwave to serve Lord Megatron, therefore there is still much for me to learn.”

"So you wanna set off Max making him talk about how he lost?" a Decepticon chuckled. "Ha, go ahead!"

The Decepticons turned back to their game as Predaking padded down the hall.

It seems the Decepticons perceive me as one of them after I fought the Star Seekers... Unless the reveal of my beast-form simply reminded them of Shockwave. Nonetheless, it is not with them I now wish to converse. Sixshot said Trepan was taken from the prison before he took control of Overlord. Who did Trepan previously serve?

On his way to Maximus' cell, Predaking passed the Star Seekers. One of them lunged at the window of her cell and yelled at him in an accent so thick he barely understood her words. He paused, piecing together the message:

“You!” she had snarled. “Frag you, Cybertronian! Your friend paralyzed my leader and my partner!”

[The pirate was red with gold tattoos and piercings. Her fingers were clawed and beastly wings were tucked behind her back.] As savage as she was in appearance and mood, Predaking felt a twinge of sympathy. From the audience, she had been forced to watch strangers defeat her comrades.

Predaking replied, “I had not known Ripclaw had that ability, but the effects of her venom may wear off.”

“Is that what you think?” she hissed. “Even if it does, I will never forgive you! Never forgive damned sparkless Cybertronians!”

Predaking despised being unfairly judged. Yet as much as his honour wanted him to defend himself, he might not have time to dawdle. Overlord could show up before he had a chance to interrogate prisoners about Trepan.

However, if we do manage to defeat Overlord and release the prisoners, I do not wish for the Star Seekers to become our adversaries. We should stand united against the Decepticons as allies.

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Choice 1: Talk to the Star Seeker....... Go to 5_56
Choice 2: Go to Fortress Maximus..... Go to 5_72

Chapter 103: 5_54

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Smokescreen

 

Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, and Chromedome fought free of the other prisoners who tried to restrain them. All four sailed over the wall and landed in the arena. Star Saber stared at them until the four tackled him to the ground. Bulkhead tore the sword from Star Saber's grasp and tossed it to Wheeljack, letting the small Autobot wield the blade as long as his body. Though it looked uncanny in his hands, Wheeljack firmly pointed it at Star Saber as he was let go.

“You’re supposed to be better than this,” Wheeljack growled. “Ol’ Mags used to speak highly of you! You were a real legend among the ranks... Look at what you’ve become.”

Star Saber stepped back as though the blade had struck him.

Overlord chuckled, “Yes, look at what he's become! And every Autobot here. There is no one left you can trust. Autobots, take Chromedome and Bumblebee out of the arena. Keep the other two in.”

Autobots flooded over the wall or down the stairs. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Chromedome, and Bumblebee jolted, unable to fire or fight back, when their own comrades pinned them or dragged them back into stands. Once his command had been fulfilled, Overlord waved at the medics across the field. They jogged toward Smokescreen with medical kits in their hands, but after a quick look over him, they simply hauled him away.

“What are you doing?” First Aid yelped.

One medic snapped, “Always clear the area as fast as possible! We'll treat him in the back.”

They rushed away, leaving a pool of energon behind.

“You may go, Star Saber,” Overlord rumbled. “Leave the sword.”

Star Saber hastened to depart.

Raising his upturned palm to the Decepticon spectators, Overlord called, “You two Vehicons! This is your time to shine! Put on a show for me, if you would be so kind. Autobots, release our next two combatants.”

Two purple grounder-type Vehicons threw themselves over the stands. After landing heavily, they squared their chests. One rolled his shoulders while both of them stared down Bulkhead and Wheeljack as they were released. The other Autobot prisoners drove or flew out of the arena.

“Vehicon troopers to fight?” Wheeljack growled. “Good. I’m in a mighty need of some stress relief.”

Wheeljack swung Star Saber's sword experimentally while Bulkhead transformed his arm into a bludgeon. They jolted when the Vehicons charged with ferocious screams. All members of the Nemesis crew gawked at the loud and unyielding aggression unlike anything they had ever seen from Vehicons before. As the clones lunged, Wheeljack and Bulkhead swung their weapons. The Vehicons flowed under the bludgeon and the blade, then jumped and uppercutted their jaws, snapping back the Wreckers’ stunned expressions.

Punches snapped their heads from side to side and the Wreckers stumbled. Giving up their weapons, Bulkhead and Wheeljack tried to jab back with their fists. Their knuckles barely scraped the Vehicons' bodies as they flitted out of the way. Bulkhead swung hard and wide, looking no more than a mindless brute who had stumbled into the arena, while his Vehicon opponent nailed him with precise, trained blows to his weak spots. Though Wheeljack was more agile than his comrade, his short stature brought his head within easy range of his opponent's lightning punches. 

The Wreckers lurched, blinded. The Vehicons glanced at each other, then rushed back for Star Saber’s sword. The two saw it fit to grab the handle together and charge point first at Bulkhead.

Predaking thought Overlord would intervene. However, Overlord watched while Trepan whispered into his audio receptor. Overlord straightened in his seat a moment before the Vehicons ran the Wrecker through.

At the shink and Bulkhead’s grunt, Wheeljack regained his senses and hollered. Predaking’s jaw fell. The Decepticon spectators cheered as Bulkhead dropped to his knees, energon oozing around the sword in his gut. One of the Vehicons yanked the blade free just as Wheeljack flew at them. Swinging it, the Vehicon caught Wheeljack in its arc.

After the sharp sound of sliced metal, Wheeljack collapsed beside Bulkhead. Both Wreckers twitched and clutched their gushing wounds as their crewmates screamed and the Decepticon audience jeered. Overlord’s fingers flicked at the med team, but Trepan sailed off the throne as well. To Bulkhead, Trepan went and shoved a small hand deep into his gut wound. He flicked on lights beside his glasses, then peered inside Bulkhead as he worked, ignoring the Wrecker’s moan of pain. Beside them, other medics tended to Wheeljack's deep side wound.

The Vehicons spun and basked in the praise of the Decepticon crowd. They raised their arms and would have sneered if they could have, showing off their energon-splattered bodies and Star Saber's drenched sword. The Vehicons sauntered up to Overlord and offered him the dripping blade. With the same drowsy expression, Overlord leaned forward to take it, then beckoned Star Saber to come to him.

Wheeljack was carried by the medics to the back of the field and dropped beside Smokescreen. However, Bulkhead was left where he was as Trepan continued his work. Some medics lingered around him in a ring but otherwise left him space. In the meantime, Star Saber slunk back into the arena to Overlord.

Overlord smirked in the direction of Bumblebee and Chromedome, his voice slapping them through the speakers. “Ah, how much you are learning today! It is not just me you will fear. You see, I have been specially training my Decepticons for the past century, preparing them for all situations, turning them into ultimate Autobot-killing machines… Each and every one of them is equipped and eager to take you down; they simply wait for my permission to harm you.”

Star Saber fidgeted in the presence of Overlord. When Overlord leaned forward to pass him back his sword, Star Saber shrunk and silently received it. Without cleaning it, Star Saber sheathed the blade and strode back to the stands.

At last, Trepan stood up and backed away from Bulkhead. He waved at the other medics with his arms soaked up to his elbows in energon. Bulkhead was carried off by the strongest medics like Spinister, and Trepan skittered back up onto Overlord's throne. The four bots who stood at Overlord's side did not react, did not even spare Trepan a glance. Silently they watched as the Vehicons proudly returned to the stands wearing Autobot blood.

“Good show!” Overlord called. “But we aren’t finished yet. Not even close.”

He snapped his cold eyes back at the new arrivals.

“Bumblebee,” Overlord announced.

Autobot prisoners hurled him into the field. He flailed then crashed on his feet, looking murderously at Overlord.

“Ah, Optimus’ little pet scout,” Overlord purred. “Do you think yourself a warrior now? How adorable. Well, let's see you try to fight. Because you interrupted one of my matches, I will have to punish you as well.”

Black Shadow turned his head to Overlord. “I’ll do it.”

What? Predaking nearly leapt from his seat and hollered.

“Oh, you volunteer?” Overlord spread his arms without knocking Trepan off the throne. “By all means, Black Shadow!”

Predaking leaned forward, rapidly blinking as though to clear away what he saw. Black Shadow leapt over the wall around the throne and strode into the arena.

Bumblebee stood his ground, but as Black Shadow stomped closer, their difference in power became apparent. The Decepticon Campaign leader was nearly twice Bumblebee's size. How Bumblebee's doors stayed raised in defiance, Predaking did not know. All the footage they had seen of Black Shadow now flashed through Predaking's mind: how Autobots had perished from just one of Black Shadow's kicks.

“I am going to enjoy this,” Black Shadow hissed.

The Decepticons erupted in fresh cries of excitement and shouted encouragement at the Seeker.

Bumblebee raised his fists. “We'll see. I might just put a few dents in you.”

“Ha! Primus, I am going to break you—”

Overlord said, “As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, do not terminate him. I intend to interrogate this one.”

“Alright then,” Black Shadow spat.

The Seeker snapped into jet mode and shot at Bumblebee as a streak of black and red. Baring his blasters, Bumblebee fired rapidly at the Seeker. Ignoring the blasts, Black Shadow changed to bot mode. Bumblebee transformed just before Black Shadow struck him, dropping onto his wheels and screeching toward Overlord. As Overlord sat tapping his cheek, Predaking panicked.

Stop! What do you intend to accomplish? 

Bumblebee transformed and whirled around to face Black Shadow, his blasters once again bared and firing at the Seeker. Predaking exhaled. The Seeker sprinted at Bumblebee, screaming, “You think you can keep your distance from me?”

Black Shadow's hip plates clacked with each thundering step. Bumblebee exchanged his blasters for his fists as Black Shadow launched at him.

A thick leg swung at the small Autobot; Bumblebee flitted to the side to dodge it. Cutting the kick short, Black Shadow slammed down his leg, spun on his heel, and shot out a back kick. The switch was so fast that Predaking barely saw what had happened.

Bumblebee hit the ground while the Decepticon crowd laughed and cheered.

Black Shadow uttered, “Get up.”

Bumblebee surged to his feet with a cry and pummelled out several speedy punches. Black Shadow’s hands moved faster: a white flurry of slaps that blocked every blow. Black Shadow booted him squarely in the chest and sent him flying. After skidding on his posterior, Bumblebee pulled himself onto one knee and wheezed, wrapping his arms over the fresh dent. The Autobot snapped his head up with spinning, sharp blue eyes.

“Are you mad?” Black Shadow snarled. “You think you’re going to avenge your friends now?”

Bumblebee roared and lunged at the Seeker. He swung for a punch, but a lightning kick struck Bumblebee's right elbow. There was a loud crack and pop as the joint busted, lubricant sprayed, and Bumblebee’s arm bent the wrong way. As the screaming Autobot fell, Black Shadow caught him and yanked him back to his feet. He let the Autobot stumble for balance before he fired a kick at Bumblebee's knee.

Metal crumpled and Bumblebee’s knee joint popped out from the side. Predaking's eyes bugged. He heard Krok huff, and when he glanced at him, Krok's eyes were bright in amusement.

Bumblebee shrieked and writhed on the ground, two of his limbs broken and flopping. Black Shadow stomped on Bumblebee's torso, snarling, “You are weak! You thought you could stand a chance against me? None of you Autobots stand a chance here!”

Black Shadow stomped on Bumblebee again and again. His metal cracked and energon flew upward. Predaking swayed and felt the urge to vomit. The Seeker did not look like he was about to stop even if he disobeyed Overlord’s command. Predaking realized Bumblebee could be killed right in front of him if he did not intervene.

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Choice 1: Protect Bumblebee...... Go to 5_40
Choice 2: Watch......................... Go to 5_59

Notes:

Art:
Wreckers vs Vehicons: Kaichdreis (X)
Black Shadow vs Bumblebee: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 104: 5_55

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Edited by Shira_Illustra

Spitting Acid by White Bat Audio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG3hgKuqpIA

You chose Ripclaw

 

“I will take Ripclaw,” Predaking swallowed.

She jolted, first looking horrified that she had been chosen, before she shoved down her fear and leapt over the wall. Landing in the arena, she marched up to Predaking in bot mode while eyeing the blood under her feet, the patients in the back receiving medical attention, and Overlord watching from his throne.

Once Ripclaw reached Predaking's side, he growled encouragingly, “We will defeat them. Two Predacons against two common beast-type Cybertronians? They shall be the ones in need of medical attention!”

She nodded. The Star Seeker Deathsaurus guffawed. “Such arrogance! He thinks they can win just because of their species? This will be an easy battle, Thundertron. But let us give Overlord the show he desires.”

In a harsher voice and accent, Thundertron snarled, “I need no reason to make Cybertronians suffer! This I will do with pleasure!”

[The leonine face exploded from Thundertron’s chest with igniting blue eyes. Falling onto all fours, Thundertron flung out long golden claws and dragged them over the energon-stained floor. While he bared his bright blue fangs, a thin bladed tail lashed behind his scarred body. Beside him, Deathsaurus burst into a white draconic beast with a long neck and tail. His wings whipped out and flashed razor-sharp feathers. A fanged beak replaced his scowling mouth and golden antlers sprouted from his head.]

Blinking, Predaking was shocked by Deathsaurus' resemblance to a Predacon; albeit, he was much smaller. When Predaking and Ripclaw transformed, they loomed over the Star Seekers, shrieked piercingly, and flared their wings to cast shadows over their opponents. In response, Thundertron roared, Deathsaurus screeched, then they launched themselves at the Predacons.

The roars of the crowd became a muffled drone as Predaking zoned in on the battle. He braced himself for Thundertron, but flames shot from Deathsaurus' throat at his face. As the light blinded Predaking, Thundertron lunged through the fire and sank his teeth into his muzzle. Golden claws raked his cheeks and Predaking thrashed his head, snarling and warming fire in his chest. Before Predaking released a ball of flame, metal wings flapped and Thundertron landed on Predaking's back.

Fangs ripped plates from between Predaking's wings. His roar of pain was interrupted as Ripclaw rolled into his side, clawing at the white beast swirling around her. Following her lead, Predaking rolled and crushed Thundertron beneath him. However, the Star Seeker's long claws embedded into his back and no amount of rolling dislodged him.

“You are open!” Deathsaurus cried.

Deathsaurus kicked off Ripclaw and dove onto Predaking’s exposed stomach. Frantic scratches tore Predaking for a moment before Deathsaurus hopped away. A lunging Ripclaw missed him, crashing into Predaking. However, she roared and climbed around him, grabbing Thundertron with her claws and ripping him off Predaking's back. Struggling, Thundertron broke free and loped to Deathsaurus' side.

“They are slow and uncoordinated!” Deathsaurus sneered. “They have never been in a true battle!”

Thundertron snarled through his blood-stained teeth then charged. Predaking slashed at him, but he was nimble for his size: jumping back, landing on his toes, then darting under his stomach. Teeth sank into Predaking's brown thigh. Predaking hopped at the same time as Ripclaw, who hurried away from Deathsaurus, tail snapping but stinger missing and jabbing only the floor. Deathsaurus evaded her and tackled her from the side. As for Predaking, he barely managed to kick off Thundertron before the feline beast clawed his haunch.

Why can we not grab hold of them?  Predaking thought with eyes wide and wild. Why can I not defeat them? I defeated both Optimus Prime and Megatron!

Something wet and sizzling splattered Predaking’s throat. He leapt back and screeched. As Predaking stumbled over his claws, Deathsaurus flew off Ripclaw and landed on Predaking's bloody back. Another glob of acid hit his shoulder. Teeth clamped onto Predaking's throat after Thundertron lunged for it. Side to side, Predaking madly jumped and rolled with both Star Seekers on him. Thundertron's jaws locked while he tore Predaking's face with his front claws, knocking small teeth from Predaking's mouth.

Ripclaw charged in. Finally, Predaking took a good look at her face and realized he had forgotten something crucial: Ripclaw's teeth had been shattered by Overlord. Disadvantaged, she had been torn to shreds and gushed energon from countless cuts. Still, she threw herself at Deathsaurus only for him to spit acid at her. It struck her face and she shut her eyes, shrieked, and faltered. Deathsaurus let her spin on the ground in a pained tornado of spikes and flame. He continued biting into Predaking's wounds, petrifying him with agony.

Both Predaking and Ripclaw collapsed. Chuckling, Deathsaurus crawled off Predaking, prowled up to Ripclaw, and pawed her heavy head. He then exclaimed, "None of you were prepared and your beast forms are limited!"

Predaking growled weakly as energon poured out of his wounds. His vision and hearing grew fuzzy as Overlord commented, “I expected more from these prehistoric beasts. Now, it is no wonder why they went extinct.”

Thundertron and Deathsaurus cackled and tore Predaking further. That is until, Thundertron emitted a sharp mew and slid off. Deathsaurus yelped as well, then vanished. Cracking open his eyes, Predaking witnessed a needle slip out of Deathsaurus' back.

Ripclaw stood, heaving and dripping energon as she curled her tail. Both Star Seekers spasmed, before freezing like toppled statues. Ripclaw heaved a few more times, then sank to the ground.

At that moment, Predaking lost consciousness as well.

---

“Stop moving, idiot. I’m not done yet.”

The voice was light and mellifluous, despite the harsh words. Predaking lay still, feeling small fingers graze his bumpy scars.

“I suppose this means you are feeling better.”

Predaking jerked when needles tugged out of him. Although he struggled to open his eyes, once he did, all he could see were blotches of black.

“You will be stiff, but alright after some rest. Refrain from transforming; you can do it once right now to return to bot-form while I’m here to stop any leaking.”

Predaking transformed. Dizzy, he tottered into a wall, pressing his hands against it until his vision cleared. The metal around him was darker than the arena. All was quiet without the roars of the crowd around him. He sighed in relief.

“No bleeding... You're a tough Cybertronian, aren’t you?”

Predaking turned around. A tiny orange, black, and white two-wheeler slung on a medical backpack in the middle of an escort of guards. Standing beside him was Overlord's turquoise Seeker lieutenant, armed with his electric spear.

Trepan!

Predaking's eyes flared open from horror and rage.

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Choice 1: Let Trepan leave....... Go to 5_42
Choice 2: Talk to Trepan.......... Go to 5_41
Choice 3: Shoot Trepan............ Go to 5_87

Notes:

Art:
Thundertron lunges through the fire, Predaking vs Thundertron: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Trepan and his guards: ysf2iu (@ysf2iu on X)

Chapter 105: 5_56

You chose to talk to the Star Seeker

 

Predaking told her, “Although my creation was recent, I learned about the Star Seekers. Cybertron abandoned you on the colony worlds at the time of the Rust Plague, did they not?"

“You speak too mildly!” she snapped. “You left us with either death by the Plague or lack of fuel! We needed medicine, energon—we colonists died by the millions! We deserved retribution. Not to be murdered and played with by Decepticon Cybertronians!"

“I agree with you,” Predaking murmured. “You are right to crave retribution. As for Overlord, he is a monster for what he has done to you. I will end his tyranny.”

The Star Seeker furrowed her brows and looked at him suspiciously. “What?”

"Now let me emphasize that the crimes committed against the colonists were before my time. I played no part in them. I am no older than a stellar cycle and therefore I am new to this War as well.”

Her yellow eyes darted over him. “How can you only be a stellar cycle old?”

“The Decepticons learned how to create life with cloning technology. That was how I came to be. However, Cybertron has been restored and is now producing life again.”

“You fixed Cybertron? We heard you Cybertronians turned it into a dry husk!”

“On my spark, I swear this is the truth.” Predaking said. “Evil exists in this universe in the form of Cybertronians like Megatron and Overlord. In individuals, not in factions or species. There are Cybertronians with pure sparks who gave up their lives to repair Cybertron. And they are risking their lives right now to free the prisoners: you included.”

“You would free us?” the Star Seeker gasped. “But we were your mortal enemies!”

“The War between the Autobots and Decepticons is over on Cybertron. But that reality has not yet been accepted here. Our war with the Star Seekers can too come to an end. Look at how few of you remain. Will you fight until you go extinct, or lay down your arms to enjoy a life of peace?”

She hesitated. “I want peace, but not with you… I mean, homeworld Cybertronians. How can we ever forgive them or these Decepticons who murdered us, caged us, and tormented us?”

“You need not forgive Overlord and his Decepticons,” Predaking said. “Or those responsible for abandoning your worlds. Just determine those who truly are responsible for the crimes against you and those who are not. Align with me and you may have a chance to get revenge against the Decepticons as we escape. But then, lay down your arms. Seek a life of peace so that you do not perish never having known it."

She drew away from the window and looked down. Predaking eyed the Decepticon guards in the distance who were smirking at him, believing he had been taunting the Star Seeker.

“My name is Esmeral,” she said. “I may be considered the third-in-command. With Thundertron and Deathsaurus down, I am in charge of the Star Seekers. I see part of me within you, some kind of Star Seeker spirit. Though that may be because you are neither Autobot nor Decepticon, are you? And both factions have done you injustice in the past... You are wise for your age. And, you have tempted me to accept an alliance on behalf of my faction...”

Esmeral backed into her cell, signalling that she would consider his offer. With a satisfied spark, Predaking moved on to find Maximus. All allies in this nightmare were welcome. He felt sure that he had swayed her, though her pride would prevent her from accepting too quickly.

---

Continue to 5_60

Chapter 106: 5_57

Notes:

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After all guards had been sent away from the prison levels, Sixshot and Black Shadow released Misfire and Fulcrum. The two slunk from their cells then latched onto each other, looking warily at Arcee.

Fulcrum stammered, “Krok, you want me to make bombs for the... the Autobots?”

Krok said, “Yes, Fulcrum. You are an integral part to the plan.”

Fulcrum asked Arcee, “Y-y-you want us to k-keep the Nemesis and not the Ark?”

She exhaled, “The Nemesis is crawling with hundreds of Decepticons right now. This is the way it has to be.”

“You aren't tricking me... right? I won't be p-put on trial for this?” Fulcrum coughed.

Misfire squeezed him. “Why not take the opportunity to be the ‘Con that took out the Ark!”

Fulcrum panicked. “Bu-but the Autobots on Cybertron won't understand the situation! They'll freak out!”

Crankcase interrupted, “No, they will understand.”

Misfire told Fulcrum, “And if they don’t, we’ll run away, alright?”

“I-I don’t want to run anymore!” Fulcrum gasped. “Krok, why do we have to work with Autobots? Why can’t we just follow Overlord and leave with him?”

Arcee bristled; Krok glared at her. “Don't threaten him. Fulcrum, brother, is Overlord really the leader you want?”

“W-well no, I'd, I'd rather follow you, Krok...”

“I say we all get out of here: Decepticons, Autobots, even the Star Seekers. Working together's our only shot at beating that crazed general.”

Spinister rumbled, “You do not need to fear the Autobots, Fulcrum. They will not hurt us anymore.”

“Yes they will!” Fulcrum cried. “They are so vengeful and hateful! Remember how they treated us when we got to Cybertron? They would have shot us if Krok hadn’t reminded them of the Kaon Conventions! And then they slapped bombs around our throats, restricted our freedom, and mistreated us! I don’t want to help them escape! I just don't!”

Arcee’s back parts flared and her eyes expanded. “Look—”

Predaking snapped, “The stakes are too high for you to dwell on the past! You will produce the explosive devices we require!”

Fulcrum's brows flew up and he retreated back with Misfire.

"Lay off them." Black Shadow pressed a hand against Predaking's chest. "There is no reason for your aggression."

Arcee growled, "We need his help, no matter what it takes."

"No... no..." Fulcrum whimpered. "Leave me alone, Autobots...!"

Autobots? Does he believe I am one of them? Predaking thought with a scowl.

Krok stepped forward. “We simply have to save everyone; no one can be felt behind to help Overlord. I'm sorry. I know you don't want to help these Autobots, but we have no other choice... I'm asking you and Misfire to help. We can let Misfire place these bombs. And Misfire, if you are spotted and chased, keep flying across this planet and no one will catch you. When the time comes to leave, we will ground bridge you back.”

“K-K-Krok,” Fulcrum choked. "I-I don't..."

Misfire drew Fulcrum in against his chest and rubbed his back.

"You can do this," Misfire breathed. "Then we'll get to go home peacefully, alright? Just forget about the mean Autobots and do what Krok says..."

"Mmm..."

"Let's just pretend you and me are working on a project," Misfire finished. "You make some boomy doodads and I'll put them where you want them...”

---

As Krok's Decepticons began production with Arcee and Rewind, the others walked down to Ultra Magnus' cell. By now the Commander was conscious and had heard some of their plan, but Krok filled him in on the rest.

“Ultra Magnus,” Krok sighed. “I know it is hard to trust Decepticons like me. You may believe that we intend to dupe you Autobots, secretly modifying our plan so that the Autobots are used as a distraction and we take off with the Nemesis.”

The wounded commander stared hard at Krok.

Krok said, “But Overlord is no more than a living, deranged weapon of mass destruction now. Even if I wanted to betray you, leaving anybot behind with Overlord is a risk—anyone who could treat him or repair a ship for him. We agree that every Cybertronian must leave Elba so that he is guaranteed to waste away.”

“You are correct,” Ultra Magnus muttered. “Everyone, no matter their faction, must leave. Let us take control of the Nemesis so that we can use its ground bridge system to teleport all prisoners onboard.”

“And everyone in the med bay,” Krok added. 

“The Predacons can help carry the injured, as they did before.” Ultra Magnus glanced at Predaking. 

Krok concluded, “Then the first step is to take Trepan hostage, before seizing control of the Nemesis.”

---

When Predaking, Sixshot, Black Shadow, and Krok approached Maximus, Predaking explained everything to him.

“HA!” Maximus roared. “HAHAHA! Trepan is his weakness? That explains everything!”

“But we cannot simply terminate Trepan now, as I explained...” Predaking said.

“Oh I understand, don't worry,” Maximus uttered. “I'll help you however I can. But what are you going to do once we get everyone onboard? Overlord will just ram into the ship and take it down! If he gets Trepan back, he will attack everyone, and if he knows he won't get Trepan back, he'll attack us as his final stand.”

“Right,” Black Shadow inhaled.

Krok thought for a few moments. “We'll take Trepan onto the Nemesis and tell Overlord that we will toss him out if he keeps his distance. This time, we ready the hyperwarp so that we can jump just before Overlord realizes we're going to break our promise. If we can keep Overlord away from the ship just until the count of 90, we're out of here.”

The group moved on to Star Saber and Sixshot explained the situation to him.

Star Saber said, “What if we really do give Overlord the doctor? Must we kill Overlord? Or simply strand him here with Trepan and the energon they have? Let Elba be their prison.”

Sixshot responded, “For them, the energon will last for thousands upon thousands of stellar cycles. In that time, some ship may turn up on Elba. We need to be sure that Overlord perishes, and swiftly, to protect everyone.”

“We could throw Trepan's corpse outside,” Krok said. “Let him fall and let Overlord take the time to catch him, only to realize that Trepan is dead.”

---

“Kill the hostage?” Ultra Magnus raised his brows.

---

“Perfect!” Maximus boomed. “Trepan is a vile bot who deserves worse than death! He kept Overlord alive for the entertainment he provided him! There is no reason to hold back from killing him. His continued existence benefits no one but the monster!”

---

“That is immoral,” Star Saber protested. “We cannot condone killing the hostage just to guarantee time to escape. We must find another way!”

---

Now came the time to explain the escape plan to the Star Seekers. They found one of their members, the red one who had yelled at Predaking before, identifying as the third-in-command after Thundertron and Deathsaurus.

“You will take us with you as long as we don’t cause trouble?” she asked.

“All of you,” Sixshot confirmed. “And your leaders in the med bay. Just be calm and walk onto the warship with the other prisoners, then you will get off this planet.”

“Deal, Cybertronian,” she replied. “The Star Seekers will comply with your plan.”

---

Star Saber grew distressed in his cell as he learned the plan still included “kill Trepan”.

“We do not truly understand Trepan’s intentions,” he argued. “I do not believe our plan must include his death. Find another way.”

Black Shadow chuckled, “How about we cut off the doctor’s servos? Ha! Couldn’t operate on Overlord’s processor without them!”

“How barbaric...” Star Saber inhaled.

---

“Take no risks. What if Trepan still found a way to operate without his servos?” Maximus asserted. “Kill Trepan! Throw his corpse to Overlord!”

---

“Trepan identifies as a Decepticon now,” Krok told Ultra Magnus. “You are not sacrificing your own; we are, and this is fine with us.”

Ultra Magnus nodded slowly.

---

Predaking growled at Star Saber, “All the others agree it is best to terminate Trepan. You were wrong about him, I assure you. I heard for myself what Trepan whispered to Overlord. He was not trying to save the Autobots; he told Overlord to make the prisoners fight each other to the death. He urged Overlord to do it.”

“You must have misheard...” Star Saber replied.

“What Predaking says is true,” Sixshot sighed. “I heard every sick word. You believed Overlord was the cruel mastermind, but it was Trepan all along.”

Black Shadow said, “I think Overlord got so messed up in the Apex Project that LyLeo grabbed a non-combatant medic to fix him, except that one they chose happened to be the most fragged up one!”

---

“How do we ascertain that other Decepticons will not wrestle Trepan from our grasp?” Ultra Magnus asked.

Sixshot replied, “Nearly all Decepticons here are from the Fifth and Seventh Campaign. As of now, they are terrified of Overlord. The only issue we may face will be from the Sixth Campaign Decepticons and certainly Lyzack and Leozack, Overlord’s lieutenants. We will subdue any Overlord loyalists with numbers and force them at blasterpoint to board the warship. And someone strong will have to keep hold of Trepan the entire time.”

“We expect minimal resistance tomorrow,” Krok said. “But indeed, we cannot lose Trepan for even a nano-second”

---

Maximus rumbled, “A hostage situation only works when the other bot is scared that you will actually commit to the killing. You want Overlord to quake? Let me hold Trepan. Everyone knows how badly I want to crush him. The doctor wasn’t even allowed to treat me. Overlord will freeze up, and let me tell you, if I get my hands on Trepan, nothing will make me let go.”

---

Misfire darted in and out of the hall, stuffing Fulcrum’s bombs into his cockpit. Rewind could only carry one at a time, so he opted to take upon the task of keeping an eye on Overlord.

“The Ark and the Tidal Wave are done,” Misfire reported.

Rewind told them, “Overlord is in G-9 with Trepan, Lyzack, and Leozack, recharging.”

Fulcrum sat on the floor in his open cell, his hands moving like clockwork to grab and assemble the materials from the piles Arcee had dumped. To increase production, Spinister and Crankcase sat beside him, following his instructions and letting Fulcrum inspect their work. But no matter how hard Fulcrum worked, Arcee always spooked him whenever she poured deliveries out of the chain bag she had acquired. Whenever he made a request to her, he tripped over his words and pressed closer to Spinister. Each time Misfire returned, he passed a hug to Fulcrum and checked in with him.

No matter how many times Misfire left, he was fortunately never noticed darting back and forth behind the Institute. Before Overlord woke, every bomb had been set, the plan had been finalized, and Fulcrum and Misfire had left to wait at the shipyard.

---

Continue to 5_46

Notes:

Art:
Misfire and Fulcrum released: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 107: 5_58

Notes:

✓

You chose to talk to the Star Seeker

 

Predaking told her, “Although my creation was recent, I learned about the Star Seekers. Cybertron abandoned you on the colony worlds at the time of the Rust Plague, did they not?"

“You speak too mildly!” she snapped. “You left us with either death by the Plague or lack of fuel! We needed medicine, energon—we colonists died by the millions! We deserved retribution. Not to be murdered and played with by Decepticon Cybertronians!"

“I agree with you,” Predaking murmured. “You are right to crave retribution. As for Overlord, he is a monster for what he has done to you. I will end his tyranny.”

The Star Seeker furrowed her brows and looked at him suspiciously. “What?”

"Now let me emphasize that the crimes committed against the colonists were before my time. I played no part in them. I am no older than a stellar cycle and therefore I am new to this War as well.”

Her yellow eyes darted over him. “How can you only be a stellar cycle old?”

“The Decepticons learned how to create life with cloning technology. That was how I came to be. However, Cybertron has been restored and is now producing life again.”

“You fixed Cybertron? We heard you Cybertronians turned it into a dry husk!”

“On my spark, I swear this is the truth.” Predaking said. “Evil exists in this universe in the form of Cybertronians like Megatron and Overlord. In individuals, not in factions or species. There are Cybertronians with pure sparks who gave up their lives to repair Cybertron. And they are risking their lives right now to free the prisoners: you included.”

“You would free us?” the Star Seeker gasped. “But we were your mortal enemies!”

“The War between the Autobots and Decepticons is over on Cybertron. But that reality has not yet been accepted here. Our war with the Star Seekers can too come to an end. Look at how few of you remain. Will you fight until you go extinct, or lay down your arms to enjoy a life of peace?”

She hesitated. “I want peace, but not with you… I mean, homeworld Cybertronians. How can we ever forgive them or these Decepticons who murdered us, caged us, and tormented us?”

“You need not forgive Overlord and his Decepticons,” Predaking said. “Or those responsible for abandoning your worlds. Just determine those who truly are responsible for the crimes against you and those who are not. Align with me and you may have a chance to get revenge against the Decepticons as we escape. But then, lay down your arms. Seek a life of peace so that you do not perish never having known it."

She drew away from the window and looked down. Predaking eyed the Decepticon guards in the distance who were smirking at him, believing he had been taunting the Star Seeker.

“My name is Esmeral,” she said. “I may be considered the third-in-command. With Thundertron and Deathsaurus down, I am in charge of the Star Seekers. I see part of me within you, some kind of Star Seeker spirit. Though that may be because you are neither Autobot nor Decepticon, are you? And both factions have done you injustice in the past... You are wise for your age. And, you have tempted me to accept an alliance on behalf of my faction...”

Esmeral backed into her cell, signalling that she would consider his offer. With a satisfied spark, Predaking moved on to find Maximus. All allies in this nightmare were welcome. He felt sure that he had swayed her, though her pride would prevent her from accepting too quickly. 

---

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Chapter 108: 5_59

Notes:

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Bumblebee

 

Predaking stayed frozen in fear, hoping for Overlord's intervention. He flinched when Overlord sailed from his throne faster than a bot his size ought to move. The crowd fell silent and Black Shadow halted at the thunder of Overlord's footsteps, looking back with his foot raised over Bumblebee. The Decepticon squeaked as Overlord's huge black hand seized his calves. Sweeping the Seeker off his feet, Overlord held Black Shadow upside down.

“Now what did I tell you?” Overlord boomed as Black Shadow struggled and shouted. “You were not permitted to kill this Autobot! He was one of the last to see Lord Megatron!”

Black Shadow screamed, “You’re breaking my—Aiiiiiiie! Stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Overlord carried Black Shadow back to the throne and dropped him beside it. The Seeker hit the floor, moaned, sat up, and reached for his crushed ankles. Sixshot fidgeted, then broke position and knelt beside Black Shadow. Trepan sprang across the throne and jumped down to treat him. Ignoring them, Overlord took his time to sit back down. All the while, medics scurried to take Bumblebee off the field.

“A little too much enthusiasm, Black Shadow...” Overlord said. “Entertaining, but something that must be kept in check.”

Black Shadow did not seem to hear him, leaning against Sixshot and squirming as Trepan worked.

Overlord called out, “Now! We have one more interloper to punish: Chromedome.”

The Autobot prisoners tossed Chromedome into the arena. After landing awkwardly, Chromedome stood straight and faced Overlord.

“You monster!” Chromedome snapped. He swept out his arm toward the other Autobot prisoners. “You, who pushed all these Autobots beyond their breaking points and now believe you can do the same to us! It will not happen!”

“Why do you assume you will be any different?” Overlord tapped the arms of his throne. “Do you believe that you are somehow stronger than your comrades? Than Fortress Maximus? Because I see the trembling of your knees and know that you are not.”

“I know help will come!” Chromedome growled. “We came here on a mission, and by now, all of Cybertron knows we’re missing! Ultra Magnus will attack Elba with the most powerful weapons at our disposal!”

Overlord tilted his head. “Let him come. That will be his mistake.”

Chromedome looked around in despair as the heads of the other prisoners hung.

“No, he will have something that can defeat you!” Chromedome cried back. “Something that affects you!”

“Even if such a weapon existed,” Overlord said, “how would he or anyone else know to bring it?”

Chromedome gaped.

“Oh yes, your Autobots will come with their ships armed and bristling… so ignorant just like you were. They will fall to me and share your fate…”

“N-no,” Chromedome choked.

Overlord chuckled then scanned the Decepticon crowd. Predaking's spark stopped as his gaze fell onto him.

“Krok!” Overlord exclaimed. “Prove to me that this Autobot is your enemy; prove to me that you are not a failure so embarrassing to the Decepticon cause that you ought to be locked up as well! Beat down Chromedome and his pride!”

Krok hopped up, his eyes in slits. Flashing down the stands, he leapt over the wall into the arena.

Chromedome whirled around to face Krok, visor and mouth plate sliding out to cover his face. “Even if Overlord mangles me for it, I’m going to beat the scrap out of you! You were never on our side, you damned Decepticon! I knew it all along. You were really just waiting for an opportunity to betray us, and then you found Overlord!”

“Overlord will bring retribution,” Krok uttered.

“He’ll kill everyone!”

“No, just the Autobots!”

Chromedome lunged at Krok, his fists flying at the Decepticon. Krok leapt back with a snarl but Chromedome charged after him. No longer able to speak, Chromedome screamed and punched, clacking metal and flinging Decepticon blood. The pain seemed to electrify Krok; his arms rose and accelerated to block Chromedome's attacks. Suddenly Krok ducked low then sprang, punching Chromedome's throat. The Autobot fell back, then he lowered his brows and rushed him again. Krok moved backwards in serpentine movements, evading the worst of Chromedome's punches and dealing out his own devastating blows.

Overlord bellowed, “Stop retreating, Krok! Have you really no combat skills left?”

Krok growled deeply. As Chromedome swung at him, Krok dropped onto all fours then pounced with hooked claws. Eight lines tore across Chromedome's chest and welled with energon. The Autobot gasped and trotted back, briefly dabbing at the wounds before glaring at Krok.

“I’m going to kill you,” Chromedome hissed.

Overlord sighed,  “Hmmm. With such a challenge, Krok, you ought to now kill this Autobot for the sake of your honour!”

Krok crouched, his claws flexed and taut. “I’ve survived far too much to fall to an Autobot like you, Chromedome. Today, you die.”

The short Decepticon sprang and latched onto Chromedome. Though the Autobot pounded him with his fists, Krok raked Chromedome's face, tearing through his visor and peeling off his mouth plate. The visor cracked, revealing a wide blue and yellow eye. Chromedome's mouth gaped. Grunting, the Autobot ripped off Krok, only for the Decepticon to bounce back to shred Chromedome's brown chest.

When Chromedome tripped, both combatants hit the ground in a violent, messy tangle: punching, rolling, scratching, and kicking. Krok threw off his own mouth plate, spat energon, then sank his teeth into one of Chromedome's arms. Hollering, Chromedome crushed one of Krok's wings until he let go. Both continued to beat and tear each other's bodies, but neither gave in, instead continuing to roll in a growing pool of their mixed energon.

Overlord watched unblinkingly while Trepan hopped back onto the throne after treating Black Shadow. Leaning in, Trepan whispered into Overlord's audio receptor. Predaking watched them, then glanced back at the fight after a gurgling scream. Chromedome collapsed, his hand over his gushing neck while Krok slowly pulled himself up to his feet. Looking down at Chromedome, Krok flexed his blood-soaked claws and poised to swipe again.

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Choice 1: Protect Chromedome..... Go to 5_15
Choice 2: Watch............................ Go to 5_33

Notes:

Art:
Overlord hurts Black Shadow: ARTificial Absinthe (artificial-absinthe on Tumblr)
Feral Krok: gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Tumblr)
Krok vs Chromedome: Akyuatron (Tumblr)

Chapter 109: 5_60

Notes:

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Predaking arrived to the cell with the lowest number. Before he could say a word, Maximus flung himself against the door.

“I'm surprised he didn't pit you beasts against me!” Maximus snarled before Predaking could say a word. “That was the first time he allowed me to skip one of his fights! But next time when we do face each other, Predacon, I will destroy you!”

“There may not be a next time,” Predaking uttered. “In a few solar cycles, Overlord will leave Elba to massacre all Autobots on Cybertron.”

Maximus froze, his wrathful expression wiped blank.

“No,” he choked. “No, no, no… Overlord cannot leave Elba...”

“I am here to stop him,” Predaking whispered.

“He cannot be stopped.” Maximus’ red eyes went hollow. “He is a demon. An invincible spawn of Unicron that can only be appeased, not defeated.”

“He is no demon, but a Cybertronian experiment,” Predaking pressed. “Aid me in defeating him. Trepan is the key, do you not concur? The doctor controls Overlord.”

“Don't you touch Trepan.” Maximus jammed his good hand through the window but failed to grab Predaking. “Overlord will kill you then every last prisoner!”

The massive Autobot held his own face and backed away.

“Was killing Trepan not your intention?” Predaking questioned.

“Just a dream...” Maximus quaked.

“I do not intend to kill Trepan,” Predaking assured him. “I would prefer Overlord to attempt it himself.”

Maximus spread his fingers and peeked at him through them. “That would never happen.”

“They say Trepan experimented on Overlord and brainwashed him. What if Overlord would desire revenge if his free will were restored? And if Overlord could be made to attack Trepan, then Trepan may exploit a weakness of his to terminate him.”

“You believe Overlord is brainwashed?” Maximus grunted. “That is an odd hypothesis… I highly doubt Trepan has the ability to do that. And I don’t think turning Overlord against Trepan is as easy as flipping a switch.”

“I heard that Trepan used to be a famous processor surgeon.”

Maximus straightened, narrowing his pupils. “Trepan is just a doctor—albeit the sickest one in existence—who derives pleasure from watching bodies break over and over again. That is why Overlord likes him so much; Trepan feeds him ideas and fixes his toys. Overlord brings us to the verge of death and Trepan swoops in to repair us so they can do it all again.”

Predaking cut in, “But I also heard that Trepan and the twin lieutenants take Overlord to Hall G nearly every solar cycle. Seemingly to fine-tune their control over him.”

Maximus raised his brows.

Why has Rewind not seen that yet? Predaking wondered.

“Overlord obtained his invincibility from the Apex Project,” Predaking went on. “So before then, he behaved differently, correct?”

“Overlord was just a Decepticon brute,” Maximus muttered. “Strong, but manageable. I had eliminated most of his army and would have finished them all off if it weren’t for the success of that project! But when I first arrived here with my army, he had already taken over the Institute and forced the scientists to work for him.”

“And Trepan?”

Maximus bared his teeth. “Trepan? Trepan was my medic.”

“Your medic?”

“He is a traitor!” Maximus growled. “I never imagined this from him! One of my medics, the quietest one—seized the opportunity to side with Overlord!”

“So then Trepan came to Elba with you?”

“He did,” Maximus uttered. “Trepan was an Autobot. Now he calls himself a Decepticon and has a grand fun time with the enemy. I hate him, but oh how I hate him for playing innocent all that time when he had the slimiest spark of all!”

“When did he switch his allegiance?”

“Instantly. The cycle Overlord became invincible and massacred my army… when one hundred fell and the survivors were captured. I was with Trepan. Damn myself, I had protected that two-wheeler from Overlord’s blasterfire. I was imprisoned with Trepan when Leozack turned up to take him away. After that, Trepan went missing. And Overlord as well. But when I heard a rumour that Overlord was in stasis, I broke out and sought to kill as many ‘Cons as I could. He couldn’t stop me, I thought, and if I killed fast enough maybe they wouldn’t wake him in time. I did not get far before he appeared. Maybe the rumour had been false or they had simply woken him instantly… But Trepan was with him.”

Maximus sighed.

“Maybe… your hypothesis is true. Overlord acted strange the day he and Trepan returned. Trepan saw me first and started screaming. Then Overlord came charging in and he started screaming too. It sounded quite unlike him; gladiators don’t scream like that. Overlord brutally attacked me but stopped when Trepan told him to. Trepan told Overlord to… punish me instead. Until now, I just thought the sick idea appealed to Overlord, but… it could have been a command.”

“Overlord was screaming?” Predaking twitched at the thought.

“Yes, although that has not happened again since. Nowadays, Overlord just kills anyone who endangers Trepan before the doctor even has to say a word.” Maximus held his chin. “No one ever told me Trepan was continuously experimenting on Overlord. Hall G? Never heard of it. So you believe Trepan is operating on Overlord’s mind?”

“Undoubtedly. In fact, there is an Autobot Minicon spy who believes Overlord may have a medical issue. Overlord's medical profile was erased on Elba. Perhaps Overlord grants Trepan access to repair him and that is when Trepan fine-tunes his control.”

“Ha. If Overlord needs Trepan, then I should just kill him the first chance I get. Maybe now I am craving a jailbreak...”

“Wait!” Predaking gasped. “We are uncertain that is the truth. We must continue our investigation. Let us act together and not throw the lives of others in jeopardy. Perhaps Rewind will see what happens in Hall G.”

“... Did you say Rewind?”

Predaking blinked.

Maximus settled down. “... Rewind. Perhaps you do have a chance.”

“Rewind?” Predaking echoed.

“He, who once worked for Soundwave and shares his outlier ability, who can interact with technology and download data into his mind without damaging it... You are working with one of the stealthiest, most skilled Minicon spies of the Autobot faction…” Maximus grinned. “... and Overlord has no idea he is here. Alright, I will sit tight for now. But if you don't solve the mystery before Overlord prepares to leave Elba, I will break out and kill Trepan.”

“Very well,” Predaking said. “And is that all the information you can provide regarding Trepan?”

“Hm, that's about it. He wears glasses because he is far-sighted.”

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Predaking concluded. “You will be kept updated.”

Predaking strolled down the hall, speaking to other Autobots out of sight of the Decepticon guards around the corner. Even if Sixshot and Black Shadow were watching on camera, he felt at ease. Unfortunately, the other prisoners did not report any exploitable facts about Trepan. Each stressed their passionate hatred for Trepan because of his betrayal. Some admitted he was a medical prodigy with “the touch of Primus”. One Autobot told Predaking that Trepan used to work in the private hospital of Iacon, mainly as a processor surgeon but he also worked in the emergency room. The Autobot explained that he had been treated by Trepan once for a gut injury before the War.

“Bet he loved seeing the worst of the worst,” the Autobot grumbled.

Predaking met the prisoners from the Fifth Campaign. One of them claimed, “I was a biologist. Trepan, I knew of him. He did research on the processor when he wasn't doing shifts at the hospital… What you said could be true. He focused on psychology more than normal for a doctor… He worked with that psychiatrist, Froid, and if you ever met that vexing jerk—you would know anyone close to Froid is no better than him.”

Froid? Predaking was not surprised. Of course those two would have been colleagues.

The Autobot continued, “But if Trepan can’t physically cut into Overlord’s processor, I bet he found another way. Hypnosis, tricks—to gain control of his psyche.”

Predaking wondered, Can we undo mental damage that was not physically inflicted?

Predaking arrived at Star Saber’s cell, but his eyes immediately fell on the Autobot's sheathed sword. Wheeljack had been lacking his twin blades, but Star Saber was permitted to keep his weapon.

Because Star Saber is obedient. His sword is trusted to be turned on Autobots and never Decepticons.

“Is Sixshot there?” Star Saber asked.

“No, only me,” Predaking muttered.

Star Saber glanced away, avoiding eye contact.

Predaking sighed, “Can I ask you if you know anything about Trepan? Or Overlord? Any weakness I can exploit?”

Star Saber hurried to the window. “Are you on our side, Predaking?”

“Yes. I am here to gather information.”

“I’m afraid I have no idea as to how to defeat Overlord…” Star Saber sighed. “When Overlord arrived on Thrull, no ship could take him down. After he had done enough killing, he took my surviving army here with Sixshot's. Eventually, Sixshot disclosed that he was no happier than I with what had happened. He nearly felt as much as a prisoner. I did not know Overlord before, though what I know about him now is that his metal is impenetrable and he cannot feel pain.”

“Cannot feel pain?”

“Ah yes, not at all. Bots have tried other forms of attack on him, such as soundwaves, but he did not have a pain response and he destroyed the assassins. The ununtrium damaged Overlord’s pain receptors, it seems. I realize that Overlord is cruel, but I have seen him harm others unintentionally. It is possible he lacks a sense of touch entirely.”

Predaking thought back to Pipes: how Overlord’s hand had continued to crush him while the general hadn't been looking at him.

“Now Trepan,” Star Saber said, “he used to be Maximus’ medic. It deeply upsets him to see Trepan where he is now, but I do not share Maximus' hatred. Sixshot shared his hypothesis with me about Trepan having brainwashed Overlord. Trepan certainly has the background, and yet… I think there is something everyone has missed. I thought to myself, how could a non-combatant medic be this way? There are greater opportunities for evil; Trepan could have worked as one of Shockwave’s disciples. In principle, a non-combatant medic is sworn to do no harm, to show no partiality but help all factions, and prioritize patients simply by the severity of their wounds.”

Star Saber’s blue eyes radiated tender sadness.

“Trepan is quite reserved. He refuses to speak to his patients about Overlord, which drove Max even madder at the start. But for stellar cycles, I was kind to Trepan; I never snapped at him, never showed him anger. I asked him questions about his well-being instead of his betrayal. Finally, he relaxed his guard. I asked him then why he didn’t wear the Decepticon symbol. He said that his principles would never change. I asked him if he became a Decepticon willingly; he said that he had. Then I asked him why he served Overlord and he became frightened. Frightened, Predaking. Sixshot thinks I misunderstood, but Trepan had started shaking. If Trepan controlled Overlord, why would he be afraid of him?”

Star Saber shook his head.

“My spark knows bots, and I know that Trepan isn’t what they say he is. I see everything he does. I think Trepan gained Overlord’s trust in order to help us, and when he whispers to him, he's convincing him to choose less disturbing acts of violence. Maybe Overlord doesn’t realize Trepan is not an ally to him; Trepan could be hunting for his weakness.”

Predaking objected, “And yet he experiments on Overlord with the twins. What does he do during that time? Why does he not strike? He must be aware of a physical weakness by now.”

“I wish I knew more, but Trepan won’t tell. All I know is that something is scaring him and he has never harmed his patients by his own hands.”

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Chapter 110: 5_61

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Predaking, Sixshot, Black Shadow and Rewind met in the same room they had departed from, now with Arcee dropping in from a carved out hole in the ceiling. There, the Decepticon Campaign leaders shifted restlessly on their feet.

Black Shadow exclaimed, “We were able to convince the guards to let us into Hall G, so we snuck up on the sleeping slagger! But when we threatened him, Trepan panicked and told us he had a private comm link, so if we didn't leave, he'd call in Overlord. He also said he wouldn’t tell Overlord what happened if we let him go. I thought that was scrap, then out of nowhere, he scratches my arm with his scalpels!”

[Black Shadow lifted his hand off his forearm to flash his newly welded scars.]

“Ten of them! Frag! So then Sixshot grabs him but Trepan cries, ‘I won’t let him hurt the prisoners! I can make him not do it’! So then we demand info about Overlord’s weakness, but Trepan says Overlord doesn’t have one. Felt like he was lying, but he promised if we forgot about this, he wouldn't let Overlord attack us. That's when we heard Overlord over Trepan’s damn comm. He did have a private link! Overlord said he was coming back to G-9."

Sixshot finished, “We told Trepan that we had allies ready to kill him if anything happened to us. We spooked him. Trepan patched up Black Shadow’s arm and vacuumed up the blood, so now there's no trace of what happened. But if Overlord does dispatch us, remember that Overlord will still go to Hall G one way or another. With or without us, you must see what Trepan does when he is alone with Overlord.”

“We'll be ready,” Rewind said. “I pre-drilled peepholes into every room of Hall-G. Arcee and I won't miss it. Rely on us and you go back to what you were doing before: spreading fear of Overlord.”

The group separated again with Predaking following the Campaign leaders around the Institute. Before they travelled far, however, Overlord's voice came through the speakers. The group froze, listening intently to Overlord's flat voice devoid of its usual pomp.

“There has been a change of plans... Accelerate your efforts to repair the Nemesis. We will depart for Cybertron tomorrow...”

Decepticons surged through the halls like a wave heading out to the warship. Predaking, Black Shadow, and Sixshot pressed against the wall out of the way. Once they had passed, Sixshot said, "Actually, I think Shadow and I should return to Security. It's where we will be expected to be. Come with us though.”

They took Predaking into the empty Hall S then the Security room. The dozens of screens displayed more empty halls, but they watched Leozack jogging into Hall G.

“Yeah, no cameras in there,” Black Shadow sighed.

They could only wait. Soon however, a trio of slowly moving Decepticons caught their attention: Krok, Crankcase, and Spinister wandered through the halls.

“They are looking for something...” Sixshot said.

The Decepticons vanished into the elevator and reappeared on one of the sparsely guarded prison levels. Approaching Predaking's brethren, they spoke to them.

“... For you.” Black Shadow glanced at Predaking.

Sixshot led Predaking out of Security. “'Shadow, call me if you hear back from the Autobots. I think those three 'Cons might want to join our side.”

They descended to the prison level and found Krok, Spinister, and Crankcase comforting Misfire and Fulcrum in their cells.

“Predaking, there you are.” Krok turned. “We know you’re not onboard with what Overlord plans to do.”

Predaking steeled himself.

Krok said, “You lied to Overlord about being a true Decepticon, and I know you would have never killed that Autobot, Arcee. You are conspiring to stop him, but now we want to help you.”

Predaking squinted at them. Krok glanced at Crankcase.

Crankcase mumbled, “It’s not because Overlord gave us a rough time. It’s because in the med bay, I had to look at Sideswipe’s dumb face and it made me think of Sideswipe Jr., the kid. He had an Autobot symbol on his chest because the ‘Bots thought marking their kids with war insignias was a great idea. Except when Overlord reaches Cybertron and starts slaughtering, he won’t know the difference between the soldiers and the New Sparks…”

Crankcase sighed deeply.

“And more than just saving those kids' lives, we were thinking… Maybe it’s time we stopped fighting for their sake. If we drag on this war, all we’re doing is roping the youth into our past. We made that mistake with the last generation and with you, Predaking. No more. Cybertron has something decent going on right now, so we shouldn't ruin that.”

Krok continued, “No one ever trusted us on the Nemesis. The way they insulted us and wanted to restrain us only made us want to betray the Autobots. I took out my rage on Chromedome. But if you can forgive my actions in the arena, then we can work as allies. Tell me everything you know and I will help you formulate a plan to stop Overlord.”

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Choice 1: Trust Krok............ Go to 5_63
Choice 2: Don’t trust Krok... Go to 5_45

Chapter 111: 5_62

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You chose to rush Overlord

 

Predaking transformed and sprang with a shriek. In beast-form, Predaking swelled over the Decepticon, crashing down on Overlord and expecting to fell him. Instead, Overlord dropped Pipes and grabbed Predaking between his claws. His solid weight did not shift. Predaking's world zoomed by in a blur as Overlord hurled him sideways. Before he could blink, his shoulder hit the ground. Predaking growled and tripped over his claws trying to get to his feet. When he raised his head, Overlord's fist had already swung.

Predaking jerked back, but Overlord's knuckles clipped the side of his head. His vision flashed white then turned to black. Against his will, his body collapsed and refused his commands to rise. All he could do was listen to the multiple sounds of transformation which preceded the charge of several Predacons. His brethren threw themselves at Overlord, roaring and screeching their unique calls. There was a smack of metal and a heavy body crashed beside Predaking. Another crash followed it.

Once his vision cleared, he saw Darksteel's blue back. Predaking raised his neck after a spurt of gunfire and a flash of pink. Both Skylynx and Ripclaw shrieked in pain and leapt off Overlord. The Decepticon surged to his feet while Predaking wobbled onto his. Blasters all over Overlord's body continued to fire at his lunging brethren. Skylynx and Ripclaw dipped their heads and swiped their claws, which only slid harmlessly across Overlord's metal. A stinger shot out Ripclaw's tail tip, but the needle bounced off her opponent and green liquid splattered the ground.

Predaking took two steps before leaning precariously left and collapsing.

Get up!

Overlord’s fist collided with Ripclaw's muzzle and broke her teeth. She roared and dropped, energon oozing from her mouth. Skylynx pounced onto Overlord, biting frantically and coughing out short bursts of flame.

Get up!

[Predaking reached out his claws but lacked the strength to crawl. In front of him, Overlord jammed his fingers into Skylynx’s snapping mouth then thrust his arms sideways. Skylynx’s jaw ripped free from his head along with a long strip of neck. Energon sprayed yet Overlord continued to pull, splitting his neck in half.]

Predaking’s spark stopped.

[Skylynx hit the stone with a splat, throat torn open and leaking. At Predaking's earsplitting screech, Overlord turned around and charged him. A purple foot tapped Predaking's head, and this time, everything stayed black.]

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Predaking woke in beast form with a terrible headache throbbing under his dents. He tried to stand, only to fall against a cold wall. His eyes slid shut and he went still.

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Hands touched his face. Predaking pulled back and hissed, then saw a green bot skid away from him.

“W-wait!” he gasped. “I’m a medic. Crankhandle.”

An Autobot symbol marked his chest and at his feet was a case bearing the same insignia First Aid wore. Predaking closed his jaws, wondering what this new Autobot medic was doing here.

Where am—No! Skylynx!

Predaking growled and hopped up, but immediately collapsed.

“It’s okay… ” Crankhandle padded forward. “Er… You understand me, right?”

Predaking curled his claws and looked past the medic at a cell door. Eyes widening, Predaking stared around at the walls containing him.

“Um… Everyone is alright,” the medic said. “Their injuries are being treated. I’m here to help you.”

Predaking locked his eyes on Crankhandle. Do you mean Skylynx? Is Skylynx alright?

“Hold still, please.”

Predaking lay down and trembled. Quickly the medic worked, unpopping his dents and welding his small cuts, which eased some of his pain.

“You’re lucky,” Crankhandle murmured. “Overlord doesn’t always have good control. Here, have some energon.”

The Autobot medic took out a small energon cube from his case. He placed it on the ground, but instead of taking it, Predaking transformed to bot mode.

“Where are my brethren?” Predaking demanded.

Crankhandle jumped. “You actually do transform! The, the rumours were spreading but… Did Shockwave make you?”

“Answer me.” Predaking snarled. “Are my brethren alright? And the Autobots? Where is everyone?”

“Everyone survived,” Crankhandle soothed him. “Some were in really bad condition, but the team got to them right away. The one Predacon who was hurt terribly—he’s alright now. His plating was ripped but it wasn't a fatal wound. Er, three of the Autobots are in the med bay now. They were very close to joining the Allspark, but the head doctor got to them just in time.”

“Which Autobots were the gravely wounded ones?”

“Sideswipe, a blue four-wheeler, and a blue two-wheeler,” Crankhandle said.

“And the others?”

“In separate cells. You're in Overlord's prison.”

Predaking stomped up to the cell door with two slots that peered into a dark hall.

“Don't touch that!” Crankhandle yelped.

Predaking halted.

“D-do not try to break down that door,” the medic gulped. “I know you could, though it's electric. But if you try to escape, all your friends will be punished for your actions.”

Predaking stepped back from the door. “What do you mean?”

“Overlord will hurt them to teach you a lesson. They could even die. Do not try to escape, or you will regret it.”

A Decepticon chuckled from the hall, out of sight, “Heh, you better believe it. Overlord knows how to make you suffer.”

[Hellish memories invaded Predaking’s mind of fire, blood, and remorseless red eyes. The screams of the Autobots and his brethren echoed behind it all.]

“You done, medic?” the unseen Decepticon growled.

“Yes!” Crankhandle called while gathering his case. Then he whispered to Predaking, “Stay right there.”

Predaking flinched when the door opened to let the medic duck out into the hall. A lie of freedom lay beyond two glaring Decepticons. Then the door shut and Predaking fell against the back wall, sitting down and curling up. His spark pounded faster and faster in his chest until it burned painfully. The energon sat untouched beside him as he stared forward, shaking. Never before had he felt small and helpless as a Predacon. Never had he imagined an adversary who could not be fought, hurt, and most importantly—stopped. Even Megatron possessed by Unicron could be harmed; Overlord's invincibility was incomprehensible... beyond godlike.

For the first time in his life, Predaking longed for help. He just could not imagine who could help them now.

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Notes:

Art:
Predaking lunges at Overlord: Unusual Crow (Unusual_Crow on Instagram)
Overlord splits Skylynx's neck: Potato (tiredseapotato on Instgram, X, and Tumblr)

Chapter 112: 5_63

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You chose to trust Krok

 

“I understand why you craved retribution," Predaking said. "I will not blame you for it. What matters now is that you aid us when it matters most.”

Predaking explained everything they had learned thus far. Krok and his Decepticons, including those in their cells, calmly listened even after Predaking revealed their spies.

“So Hall G, room 9,” Krok exhaled. “Whatever they see in there is all we have to possibly learn how to defeat Overlord.”

When Spinister spoke, Predaking nearly jolted. He had believed him to be mute, but now a smooth educated voice rang out behind his mask.

“I am not sure if it is still relevant, nevertheless, long ago I was one of the pit surgeons who installed more weaponry into Overlord's system. We met a few times and I believe he remembers me, thus is fond of me. If we need to mislead him, he may believe any lies that I speak.”

Krok blinked quickly at Spinister. “I did not know you had known him in the past. That may not be necessary, but we will keep it in—”

“Sixshot!” Black Shadow cried over the other general’s comms. “We got something! We’re coming!”

They all looked up when they heard skittering in the ceiling, then a sign popped from a wall and Rewind hopped out. Jumping across Sixshot, Rewind landed on Predaking's hand while Arcee widened the hole to slip through.

“I don’t know what we saw, but it’s something!" Rewind declared. "Trepan, he is brainwashing Overlord! We have the proof! Look!”

Although Black Shadow was still absent, Rewind could not wait to project the video onto a wall.

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Trepan paced until Lyzack and Overlord appeared, unaware of Rewind's camera and the eyes peeking through the ceiling in the back of the room. Overlord lay down on a flat berth adjusted to his size, then shifted the plates on his shoulder. Trepan slid a needle between them and turned a dial so that gas hissed into Overlord.

---

“He’s letting Trepan sedate him,” Sixshot whispered as they watched. “He doesn’t know better to resist.”

---

Overlord sat up slightly, propping himself up with his elbows. When Trepan sprang onto the berth behind him, Overlord shifted his helm plating to reveal an underlayer of blue metal. Two scalpels burst from Trepan's fingertips and cut into Overlord's metal.

---

Black Shadow arrived, saw the projection, and gasped, “What in the actual pits of Kaon?”

---

Trepan leaned in closer, blocking more of Rewind’s view. The doctor flicked on a light on his glasses then snuck his fingers into the back of Overlord’s head. Trepan fiddled for a few moments, then pulled back and closed the operation site. After which, Overlord shifted his impenetrable armour back in place.

---

“Overlord exposed his unarmoured metal to Trepan,” Sixshot breathed. “Why would he do that? I understand he isn’t fully conscious of his actions right now, but how did Trepan convince him to do that the first time?”

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Trepan dragged in another needled tube and injected Overlord's other shoulder. Bright blue wormed through the tube into his body at the same time Overlord jolted and his eyes flew open. Making choking sounds, he writhed and nearly yanked free of the needles. Lyzack held his arm and pushed the needles deeper in. A few moments later, Overlord fell back and shut his eyes.

Lyzack and Trepan stepped back and watched Overlord, until Leozack burst into the room. Pausing, Leozack assessed the situation and sighed. 

“Thank Primus,” Leozack said. “He finally listened. I thought we would lose him for good after he ran off…”

“Stupid fragger,” Trepan muttered.

The three all continued to stare at Overlord, until Rewind and Arcee pulled back and the footage ended.

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“By the Allspark, Sixshot!” Black Shadow gasped. “Those three—”

“It is not what it looks like,” Spinister interrupted. “It is not brainwashing. Trepan must be a medical genius because I believe he is treating a disease that is supposed to be fatal.”

Black Shadow spluttered.

Rewind exclaimed, “What?”

“The evidence for my hypothesis lies not only in this footage, but in everything we have learned about Overlord. First: Overlord lacks a sense of touch, as Star Saber described. Second: Overlord is nearly incapable of feeling emotion. Third: he was immune to Hellbat’s ability. Fourth: he did not appear to refuel or recharge. Now, the colour of Overlord’s optics revealed he was energon deficient. Why? Because he cannot refuel or recharge without Trepan. The back of the processor where Trepan just operated on is the region that controls these processes. It looks like Overlord has Regulatory Region Failure: RRF.”

Everyone stared at Spinister.

Spinister carried on, “The regulatory region is responsible for energon processing, recharge, and most of our emotions. Most often, patients with RRF do not survive longer than a decacycle without care, a lunarcycle with care. In conclusion, Overlord does not protect Trepan because he was brainwashed to do it; Trepan is the one keeping him online.”

Jaws dropped.

“Overlord’s weakness was Trepan all along,” Spinister said.

Black Shadow cried, “Then by killing Trepan, we kill Overlord? It's that simple?”

Krok held out his hands. “Hold it. Everyone, hold it. We have to plan smart. If we just kill Trepan, consider what will happen: Overlord will still not die immediately. Knowing he is doomed, Overlord will not hesitate to kill us all. What we do instead… is take Trepan hostage.”

Arcee said, “We’re listening.”

Krok nodded at her. “Within this building are the most strategic minds Optimus and Megatron ever selected for leadership: three Autobot Campaign leaders, three Decepticon Campaign leaders, and the Commander of the Wreckers. If we combine our heads, we can figure out how to get everyone off Elba while stranding Overlord here. Without Trepan and without a ship to escape, Overlord will just die of natural causes. We have one night to make that become a reality.”

“We can clear the prison levels of Decepticon guards.” Sixshot nodded at Black Shadow. “We have the authority to send them to the Nemesis. It has been decades since any of these prisoners attempted to escape; no one sees a point in standing guard anyway.”

“You just gave me an idea,” Krok said. “If we can work down here without being seen… Excellent. I have solved the problem of Overlord’s ship collection.”

“You have?” Sixshot asked.

“Fulcrum. Fulcrum unguarded with the supplies of this resource-rich science institute can produce a lot of bombs.”

Fulcrum made a nervous sound from his cell.

Sixshot pressed, “Could he blow up all the ships? What about the Ark, the Nemesis, and the Tidal Wave?”

Krok replied, “If all the ships are fuelled, you can bet Fulcrum will slap the biggest bombs onto their energon tanks to damage them beyond repair!”

Rewind said, “I know where the shipyard is. I can get the bombs out there without being seen.”

“Oh! Now I have an idea,” Black Shadow added. “We explode the other ships but keep the Nemesis. We can fit everyone in it and get off Elba. Let's snag it tomorrow once it's repaired.”

Sixshot said, “Let’s talk to Star Saber and Maximus to hear any additional ideas they may have.”

“Before we get ahead of ourselves,” Krok decided. “Let me check in with Fulcrum.” 

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Predaking arrived to the cell with the lowest number. Before he could say a word, Maximus flung himself against the door.

“I'm surprised he didn't pit you beasts against me!” Maximus snarled before Predaking could say a word. “That was the first time he allowed me to skip one of his fights! But next time when we do face each other, Predacon, I will destroy you!”

“There may not be a next time,” Predaking uttered. “In a few solar cycles, Overlord will leave Elba to massacre all Autobots on Cybertron.”

Maximus froze, his wrathful expression wiped blank.

“No,” he choked. “No, no, no… Overlord cannot leave Elba...”

“I am here to stop him,” Predaking whispered.

“He cannot be stopped.” Maximus’ red eyes went hollow. “He is a demon. An invincible spawn of Unicron that can only be appeased, not defeated.”

“He is no demon, but a Cybertronian experiment,” Predaking pressed. “Aid me in defeating him. Trepan is the key, do you not concur? The doctor controls Overlord.”

“Don't you touch Trepan.” Maximus jammed his good hand through the window but failed to grab Predaking. “Overlord will kill you then every last prisoner!”

The massive Autobot held his own face and backed away.

“Was killing Trepan not your intention?” Predaking questioned.

“Just a dream...” Maximus quaked.

“I do not intend to kill Trepan,” Predaking assured him. “I would prefer Overlord to attempt it himself.”

Maximus spread his fingers and peeked at him through them. “That would never happen.”

“They say Trepan experimented on Overlord and brainwashed him. What if Overlord would desire revenge if his free will were restored? And if Overlord could be made to attack Trepan, then Trepan may exploit a weakness of his to terminate him.”

“You believe Overlord is brainwashed?” Maximus grunted. “That is an odd hypothesis… I highly doubt Trepan has the ability to do that. And I don’t think turning Overlord against Trepan is as easy as flipping a switch.”

“I heard that Trepan used to be a famous processor surgeon.”

Maximus straightened, narrowing his pupils. “Trepan is just a doctor—albeit the sickest one in existence—who derives pleasure from watching bodies break over and over again. That is why Overlord likes him so much; Trepan feeds him ideas and fixes his toys. Overlord brings us to the verge of death and Trepan swoops in to repair us so they can do it all again.”

Predaking cut in, “But I also heard that Trepan and the twin lieutenants take Overlord to Hall G nearly every solar cycle. Seemingly to fine-tune their control over him.”

Maximus raised his brows.

Why has Rewind not seen that yet? Predaking wondered.

“Overlord obtained his invincibility from the Apex Project,” Predaking went on. “So before then, he behaved differently, correct?”

“Overlord was just a Decepticon brute,” Maximus muttered. “Strong, but manageable. I had eliminated most of his army and would have finished them all off if it weren’t for the success of that project! But when I first arrived here with my army, he had already taken over the Institute and forced the scientists to work for him.”

“And Trepan?”

Maximus bared his teeth. “Trepan? Trepan was my medic.”

“Your medic?”

“He is a traitor!” Maximus growled. “I never imagined this from him! One of my medics, the quietest one—seized the opportunity to side with Overlord!”

“So then Trepan came to Elba with you?”

“He did,” Maximus uttered. “Trepan was an Autobot. Now he calls himself a Decepticon and has a grand fun time with the enemy. I hate him, but oh how I hate him for playing innocent all that time when he had the slimiest spark of all!”

“When did he switch his allegiance?”

“Instantly. The cycle Overlord became invincible and massacred my army… when one hundred fell and the survivors were captured. I was with Trepan. Damn myself, I had protected that two-wheeler from Overlord’s blasterfire. I was imprisoned with Trepan when Leozack turned up to take him away. After that, Trepan went missing. And Overlord as well. But when I heard a rumour that Overlord was in stasis, I broke out and sought to kill as many ‘Cons as I could. He couldn’t stop me, I thought, and if I killed fast enough maybe they wouldn’t wake him in time. I did not get far before he appeared. Maybe the rumour had been false or they had simply woken him instantly… But Trepan was with him.”

Maximus sighed.

“Maybe… your hypothesis is true. Overlord acted strange the day he and Trepan returned. Trepan saw me first and started screaming. Then Overlord came charging in and he started screaming too. It sounded quite unlike him; gladiators don’t scream like that. Overlord brutally attacked me but stopped when Trepan told him to. Trepan told Overlord to… punish me instead. Until now, I just thought the sick idea appealed to Overlord, but… it could have been a command.”

“Overlord was screaming?” Predaking twitched at the thought.

“Yes, although that has not happened again since. Nowadays, Overlord just kills anyone who endangers Trepan before the doctor even has to say a word.” Maximus held his chin. “No one ever told me Trepan was continuously experimenting on Overlord. Hall G? Never heard of it. So you believe Trepan is operating on Overlord’s mind?”

“Undoubtedly. In fact, there is an Autobot Minicon spy who believes Overlord may have a medical issue. Overlord's medical profile was erased on Elba. Perhaps Overlord grants Trepan access to repair him and that is when Trepan fine-tunes his control.”

“Ha. If Overlord needs Trepan, then I should just kill him the first chance I get. Maybe now I am craving a jailbreak...”

“Wait!” Predaking gasped. “We are uncertain that is the truth. We must continue our investigation. Let us act together and not throw the lives of others in jeopardy. Perhaps Rewind will see what happens in Hall G.”

“... Did you say Rewind?”

Predaking blinked.

Maximus settled down. “... Rewind. Perhaps you do have a chance.”

“Rewind?” Predaking echoed.

“He, who once worked for Soundwave and shares his outlier ability, who can interact with technology and download data into his mind without damaging it... You are working with one of the stealthiest, most skilled Minicon spies of the Autobot faction…” Maximus grinned. “... and Overlord has no idea he is here. Alright, I will sit tight for now. But if you don't solve the mystery before Overlord prepares to leave Elba, I will break out and kill Trepan.”

“Very well,” Predaking said. “And is that all the information you can provide regarding Trepan?”

“Hm, that's about it. He wears glasses because he is far-sighted.”

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Predaking concluded. “You will be kept updated.”

Predaking strolled down the hall, speaking to other Autobots out of sight of the Decepticon guards around the corner. Even if Sixshot and Black Shadow were watching on camera, he felt at ease. Unfortunately, the other prisoners did not report any exploitable facts about Trepan. Each stressed their passionate hatred for Trepan because of his betrayal. Some admitted he was a medical prodigy with “the touch of Primus”. One Autobot told Predaking that Trepan used to work in the private hospital of Iacon, mainly as a processor surgeon but he also worked in the emergency room. The Autobot explained that he had been treated by Trepan once for a gut injury before the War.

“Bet he loved seeing the worst of the worst,” the Autobot grumbled.

Predaking met the prisoners from the Fifth Campaign. One of them claimed, “I was a biologist. Trepan, I knew of him. He did research on the processor when he wasn't doing shifts at the hospital… What you said could be true. He focused on psychology more than normal for a doctor… He worked with that psychiatrist, Froid, and if you ever met that vexing jerk—you would know anyone close to Froid is no better than him.”

Froid? Predaking was not surprised. Of course those two would have been colleagues.

The Autobot continued, “But if Trepan can’t physically cut into Overlord’s processor, I bet he found another way. Hypnosis, tricks—to gain control of his psyche.”

Predaking wondered, Can we undo mental damage that was not physically inflicted?

Predaking arrived at Star Saber’s cell, but his eyes immediately fell on the Autobot's sheathed sword. Wheeljack had been lacking his twin blades, but Star Saber was permitted to keep his weapon.

Because Star Saber is obedient. His sword is trusted to be turned on Autobots and never Decepticons.

“Is Sixshot there?” Star Saber asked.

“No, only me,” Predaking muttered.

Star Saber glanced away, avoiding eye contact.

Predaking sighed, “Can I ask you if you know anything about Trepan? Or Overlord? Any weakness I can exploit?”

Star Saber hurried to the window. “Are you on our side, Predaking?”

“Yes. I am here to gather information.”

“I’m afraid I have no idea as to how to defeat Overlord…” Star Saber sighed. “When Overlord arrived on Thrull, no ship could take him down. After he had done enough killing, he took my surviving army here with Sixshot's. Eventually, Sixshot disclosed that he was no happier than I with what had happened. He nearly felt as much as a prisoner. I did not know Overlord before, though what I know about him now is that his metal is impenetrable and he cannot feel pain.”

“Cannot feel pain?”

“Ah yes, not at all. Bots have tried other forms of attack on him, such as soundwaves, but he did not have a pain response and he destroyed the assassins. The ununtrium damaged Overlord’s pain receptors, it seems. I realize that Overlord is cruel, but I have seen him harm others unintentionally. It is possible he lacks a sense of touch entirely.”

Predaking thought back to Pipes: how Overlord’s hand had continued to crush him while the general hadn't been looking at him.

“Now Trepan,” Star Saber said, “he used to be Maximus’ medic. It deeply upsets him to see Trepan where he is now, but I do not share Maximus' hatred. Sixshot shared his hypothesis with me about Trepan having brainwashed Overlord. Trepan certainly has the background, and yet… I think there is something everyone has missed. I thought to myself, how could a non-combatant medic be this way? There are greater opportunities for evil; Trepan could have worked as one of Shockwave’s disciples. In principle, a non-combatant medic is sworn to do no harm, to show no partiality but help all factions, and prioritize patients simply by the severity of their wounds.”

Star Saber’s blue eyes radiated tender sadness.

“Trepan is quite reserved. He refuses to speak to his patients about Overlord, which drove Max even madder at the start. But for stellar cycles, I was kind to Trepan; I never snapped at him, never showed him anger. I asked him questions about his well-being instead of his betrayal. Finally, he relaxed his guard. I asked him then why he didn’t wear the Decepticon symbol. He said that his principles would never change. I asked him if he became a Decepticon willingly; he said that he had. Then I asked him why he served Overlord and he became frightened. Frightened, Predaking. Sixshot thinks I misunderstood, but Trepan had started shaking. If Trepan controlled Overlord, why would he be afraid of him?”

Star Saber shook his head.

“My spark knows bots, and I know that Trepan isn’t what they say he is. I see everything he does. I think Trepan gained Overlord’s trust in order to help us, and when he whispers to him, he's convincing him to choose less disturbing acts of violence. Maybe Overlord doesn’t realize Trepan is not an ally to him; Trepan could be hunting for his weakness.”

Predaking objected, “And yet he experiments on Overlord with the twins. What does he do during that time? Why does he not strike? He must have be aware of a physical weakness by now.”

“I wish I knew more, but Trepan won’t tell. All I know is that something is scaring him and he has never harmed his patients by his own hands.”

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You chose to continue wandering

 

“Why are these doors locked and guarded?” Predaking squinted.

“Just extra security,” a Vehicon growled.

“It seems like an area I am not permitted to enter.”

Another Vehicon said, “Sixshot is in there.”

“By himself?” Predaking asked.

The Vehicons quickly answered, “Yes.”

Now Predaking was certain they were deceiving him. Sixshot was not likely to abandon Black Shadow in his current injured state. Predaking turned his back, but as soon as he did, the Vehicons shouted at him.

“What? You don’t trust your comrades?” one called.

Predaking kept walking.

“You know, all we have to do is start screaming, and Overlord will kill you!”

Predaking whirled around. “And why would you frame me as an assailant? How have I wronged you?”

One of them snarled, “We are not going to deal with you, savage experiment of Shockwave. We’d rather get you killed before Overlord decides to make us train with you!”

“That is the reason you wish to dispose of me? I would never obey a command to attack you!”

“What? You wouldn’t attack a Decepticon? You will have to. He will make you.”

Predaking thought he ought to run to escape the Vehicons. Instead, he stayed a few moments more.

“Because I would not attack a Vehicon,” Predaking rumbled. “On Cybertron, I was close to your kind. I feel kinship to you because we are both clones created to serve the Decepticons.”

Leaving the Vehicons stunned, Predaking hurried away to a quiet part of the wing.

“Oi.”

Predaking halted. After checking that no Decepticons were nearby, Predaking whispered back, “Rewind?”

Rewind manifested behind a decorative pillar, carrying a flask of energon half his height. “Have a listen, we got a new plan now.”

“We? Did First Aid discover a weakness in Overlord's medical profile?”

“Well he did see the profile, but it didn't show anythin' wrong with Overlord. But I got the chance to talk to Arcee. She's well enough to move—can you believe it? Small bots are a lot more resilient than they get credit for! So anyway, the 'Cons won’t be expecting her to escape.”

“But there are severe consequences for attempted escape…" Predaking gulped. “What is there to gain with this plan?”

“We're gonna stage her death just after her escape! I'll unregister her life signal from the Nemesis at the same time you claim to have consumed the escapee. The 'Cons'll think that's that, Overlord'll trust you more, an' we'll get a second secret spy!”

Rewind held up the flask of energon; Predaking knelt to take it from his small hands.

“I'll sneak over to the Nemesis on a supply cart and connect to the system. Arcee will break through the wall in the med bay and use my tunnels to get to Security. She'll cut the cams. Sixshot and Black Shadow are there right now, but she can damage the security system within the walls. Once cams are down, commit your 'murder' by Security.”

Predaking looked for a camera watching them now.

“Nah, don't worry!” Rewind said. “I know all the blind spots already. We’re safe.”

“Hm. So those two are watching?”

“Not really,” Rewind chuckled. “They don't do their jobs proper at all. Yeah, so to make it all clear an' simple: when you hear the call to pursue Arcee, go stand outside Hall S. Then when you hear the call that cams are down, spill the energon and make a ruckus, chew on the bottle, an' swallow it in front of some 'Cons!”

“Swallow the bottle...?”

“You should be fine, as a Predacon! You'll just regurgitate the metal later.”

“I suppose...” Predaking gawked at Rewind. As odd as the plan was, it was stunningly creative. He would have never devised anything like it.

“Let's get to it,” Rewind said.

Transforming, Rewind stuck to the wall and zipped silently across the ceiling. Predaking tucked the energon flask in the gap between his horn and shoulder before heading back down the way he had come. He waited in the centre wing of the Institute, double-checking a wall map and keeping an elevator steps away from him.

Pressure weighed on him as he considered just what could happen should any part of Rewind's plan fail. As Decepticons passed him, he restrained himself from quivering. He avoided eye contact, staring straight out a window. Outside, the purple storm writhed and its thunder grew louder the more he focused on it. Flashing lightning bolts relentlessly crossed every direction of the sky, taking the appearance of squirming white cage bars.

Tearing his gaze away, Predaking stared at the floor and tried to tune out the thunder. Yet he could not stop thinking about it; its booms hammered his spark.

“AN AUTOBOT HAS ESCAPED THE MED BAY!” a Decepticon roared over the speakers of the halls. “The blue two-wheeler!”

Predaking jumped up to the elevator and struck the button to summon it. He leapt inside just in time for its doors to close in the faces of sprinting Decepticons. Punching in the command for the top floor, Predaking ascended but jumped when Overlord's voice came from a speaker behind him.

“The Autobot really ought to have known better by now…” Overlord rumbled. “She will not be taken alive.”

Predaking tumbled out of the elevator and rushed past the sign pointing the way to Hall S. Before it came into sight, he stopped, recalling that forbidden areas were guarded by other Decepticons. He stood alone in a strip of hall, trying to control his ventilations. Heat radiated from his body as though a fire was burning in his chest, but he knew it was only his panic.

Focus! Do not be afraid, he commanded himself. I am a Predacon. I have courage; I have power!

He rehearsed the plan in his mind and filtered through the status updates of various Decepticons over the speakers.

Why have the cameras not been disconnected yet? Unless they already are? Did I miss the announcement? No, surely not...

From the level below him, Predaking began to hear deep thudding footfalls.

No.

Predaking’s body flew into a fit of shivers. He snapped his head from side-to-side.

This must be part of the plan... Of course Overlord would come here. Either someone is reporting Arcee's location to him or he expects her to attack Security as Smokescreen did before!

The footsteps thudded up to the elevator Predaking had used, then momentarily went silent.

“The Autobot cut cams!” Black Shadow hollered. “She’s here in Hall S!”

Predaking jammed his fingers into the gap in his horn, panicked when he felt nothing, then located the flask on his other shoulder. Yanking it out, he dropped it and transformed to beast-mode. Seizing it between his fangs, he punctured it and shook it aggressively until energon splattered over his mouth, the floor, and the walls. With a shriek, he spun, clawed the floor, and threw himself against a wall with a resounding bang. As Decepticons ran down the hall from one direction and Overlord thundered down the other, Predaking unfurled his wings and hid himself.

Behind orange walls, Predaking crunched on the flask as loudly as he could while the footsteps halted around him. He could feel Overlord's eyes on him, he dreaded facing him, but Predaking drew back his wings and bobbed his head to gulp down the flask. He counted to two, then slowly looked around him.

Overlord, Sixshot, and other Decepticons stared at him. Predaking transformed to bot-mode just as Black Shadow limped in.

Black Shadow cried, “Holy scrap! You ate the two-wheeler?”

Predaking gasped when Overlord’s hand seized the back of his neck. Time froze. Everything he saw burned into his memory in the belief this was his final moment alive. But before Overlord squeezed, his hand flew back as fast as it had come.

“You killed the Autobot?” Overlord asked. He stood beside Predaking and regarded the energon sprayed around them.

“A-as you commanded...” Predaking stuttered.

Overlord spoke into his comms, “What is the Autobot’s location?”

A Decepticon responded, “Her life signal is offline!”

Predaking caught the sigh in his throat before it spilled out. Overlord glanced at him, nodding with his brows lifted. Predaking struggled to meet Overlord's eyes to fake confidence in his deed. Once he finally did, he noticed that those eyes that had once been red were now solid pink. He started in surprise, but Overlord ignored it.

Overlord announced over the speakers, “The crisis is over. Predaking has terminated the Autobot.”

Overlord’s drowsy gaze and soft smile fully faced him.

“I did not realize you had this in you. But you are a Predacon, after all. You really are one of Shockwave’s monsters, aren’t you?”

The non-metallic smell of the energon reached Predaking. He could tell it was not Cybertronian blood, but none of the winged and wheeled Decepticons seemed to notice. So he thought, until he saw Sixshot glance at him with a quirked brow. Predaking suddenly remembered from the presentation that he had a beast-mode among his many forms.

However, Sixshot said nothing. Overlord continued, “If it satisfies your instincts, then I am not opposed… But you will not be permitted to continue this habit once no more Autobots remain on Cybertron."

Predaking internally begged for Overlord to leave already.

Overlord pursed his lips. “... In this way, you must have been useful to Lord Megatron. On Earth, you would have hunted the Autobots in hiding. Did you devour others?”

“None so small,” Predaking answered.

“Heh. I suppose not. To you, she was but a zap-mouse… I am impressed, Predaking. You are ruthless… and knew exactly where to find the Autobot.”

“The last Autobot came this way.”

Overlord blinked gently. “Yes, they certainly are predictable, aren’t they?”

Predaking still waited for him to leave.

Overlord said, “You were the last Decepticon to see Lord Megatron, the only one here to serve him on Earth… You must be eager to know his location as well. Will you join me, Predaking?”

Predaking stared wordlessly at him. Overlord’s eyes widened and he smiled broadly while spreading his arms.

“The Autobot escapee nearly interrupted the momentous occasion! But now, we shall learn the truth about where the Autobots have been keeping our Lord!”

Predaking furrowed his brows in confusion.

“The cortical psychic patch, dear Predaking! It is no longer just a concept. I never expected that one functioning machine would have been installed on the Nemesis after my deployment! No one had even been able to identify it until Trepan laid optics on it! Now there is no need to interrogate prisoners and risk being deceived by them. We will obtain nothing but the truth when we dive into Autobot memories themselves! Come now. And Sixshot, Black Shadow—you as well. Trepan has been waiting long enough.”

Overlord turned and sauntered ahead. There was no choice but to follow, however Predaking lagged behind to create distance.

Predaking squeezed his shoulders closer to his chest. He did not believe that the video of Megatron's defection was a recorded memory. When Overlord sees for himself that it was the truth all along, how will he react? Krok said that Megatron's defection would destroy Overlord. Will it, when Overlord is under someone else’s control? Will the attack on Cybertron proceed no matter what he learns?

Black Shadow tugged on his forearm. “Hey, I am so sorry for my terrible word choice! I didn’t mean to activate the whole Trepan trigger thing!”

Predaking shook off his hand, shot him a glare, then strode after Overlord.

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You chose to go after Leozack

 

“I will take Leozack,” Predaking announced.

Rewind said, “Basement level 7 is where the morgue is. I will sever comms before you all reach your targets.”

Rewind hopped off Predaking and the group split. As Predaking headed toward the nearest elevator, he considered if one of Overlord's lieutenants could pose him a threat.

I could handle one of their electric spears. I would tear it out of myself immediately. Apart from that weapon, Leozack would be just like Starscream.

Predaking slowed his pace.

However, I do not need to threaten Leozack if there is another way I can draw information from him...

Predaking wandered off to find a Decepticon and ask, “Where would I find Hellbat at this time?”

“Hellbat?” she said. “Huh, well if you need the therapy turbofox, he might still be hopping around on the ground floor.”

Predaking headed there before the basement. Soon enough, he found Hellbat passing out quick hugs and reassuring words to the other soldiers.

Hellbat told them, “Just because Megatron renounced the cause, doesn’t mean it’s over! It’s about more than him, isn’t it?”

“Hellbat,” Predaking said.

The white and blue Seeker twirled.

Predaking continued, “I require your assistance with something.”

“Oh? You do?”

“With Leozack.”

“Is he okay?” Hellbat gasped. “Do you know where he is? Oh, he must be so stressed after what just happened, but I didn't see him and I was afraid to call him...”

“I know his location,” Predaking replied.

Hellbat trotted after Predaking into the elevator which descended to basement level 7.

“The storage level? Oh… I see…” Hellbat trailed off.

The hall that opened before them was darker than the prison levels, lit by only one dim light. As Predaking stepped forward, another dim light powered on.

Hellbat said, “Thank you, Predaking. I’ll make him feel better!”

Lights illuminated the Seeker's path to a room ahead, where he stopped to open the door and step inside. 

Now I shall wait, Predaking thought. Leozack may be more cooperative if calm; furthermore, if Hellbat's old feelings against Overlord reawaken, he could convince this lieutenant to betray his general.

Predaking's thoughts drifted to Sixshot and Black Shadow: he hoped there had been no issues in cornering Trepan. If Overlord had already returned, the others could now be getting torn apart and he wouldn't hear their screams through the floors. Predaking shook his head, trying to banish the idea that spiked his pulse. He marched up to the room M-5 and barged in.

The immense room stretched on like a hall. The echoing open space halted Predaking mid-step and his eyes flickered over the hundreds of coffins stacked from the start to the end of the room. A chill skittered down his back as he saw the Autobot insignias scorched onto each one.

Hellbat was buried in the lieutenant's arms and running his hands soothingly down Leozack's wings. For a moment, Leozack's eyes remained half-closed, then they shot open and noticed Predaking. In a panic, Leozack shoved Hellbat back and drew a spear from the side of his hip.

“What are you doing here?” Leozack cried.

“He sent me,” Hellbat purred.

“He has no reason to care about me!" Leozack snapped. “I think he's here to squeeze information from me! He wouldn’t be the first!”

“I am not here to threaten you...” Predaking uttered. Leozack’s eyes hardened. “I simply want to know… why Overlord reacted the way he did.”

“That’s obvious.” Leozack tossed his head.

Hellbat chirped, “Well, Predaking’s young and wouldn’t know anything about gladiators, right? I guess it was a huge surprise to see Overlord's reaction! Is it true that he screamed?”

Leozack sighed, “Oh, he screamed… and that was only the weakest expression of what he truly felt. You cannot fathom it.”

Leozack's red eyes squinted as he glanced back at Predaking.

“Why did you ask me that? You could have asked Sixshot and Black Shadow, your escorts.”

“They do not know Overlord as well as you," Predaking replied. "Their explanations were lacking. Why does Megatron’s defection affect Overlord to this extent?”

Leozack slackened his grip on his spear slightly. “Well, everyone knows that Overlord’s feelings go beyond simple loyalty. He had always admired Megatron from the first speech he'd heard. And later on, Megatron had saved him on more than one occasion. Overlord was sure to serve Megatron with all of his spark ever since.”

“What will happen now? Will we still attack Cybertron?” Predaking asked.

“Most likely,” Leozack replied, “if we can just get him to calm down and see that the cause is more than Megatron. Because Megatron had such an impact on his life, he is the Decepticon cause to Overlord.”

“Do you believe that Overlord can be calmed?” 

“We will help him overcome this,” Leozack assured him. “Our general will be ready for the attack.”

Predaking pressed, “Are you not concerned for your own safety?”

“No, Overlord would never hurt us.”

“Yet he has gone mad."

Leozack set the butt of the spear onto the floor. “Overlord is not insane; he won’t lash out at loyal Decepticons.”

“How can you be sure? Did you see his optics?” Predaking demanded.

Hellbat said, “Leo, are you really sure he won’t hurt us now?”

“You should know better!” Leozack cried at Hellbat. “You are a Sixth Campaign Decepticon! Overlord cares about us and all Decepticons! Don't understate his courage when he risked his own life to become a test subject! If it weren’t for Overlord, all of us would have been killed by Maximus by now! Overlord finished the Elban war so no one else would die. He went to Thrull and to Gigantion to save more Decepticons from their conflicts. Whether Megatron is there to impress or not, Overlord protects every last Decepticon. He trains us hard so that when he isn’t there to protect us, we won’t fall.”

Leozack’s fingers curled tight around his spear again.

Coldly, he concluded, “You will never understand how much he sacrificed for us. I can’t even tell you.”

Predaking spotted movement behind a coffin in the room.

Hellbat whined, “Why not? If it’s so important, you should tell us! And you can tell me, can’t you? Aren’t we close?”

Arcee peeked out. She pointed up. Predaking glanced to the ceiling; Arcee shook her head and jerked her finger up a few times.

Leave? Go back up? Predaking was confused, then thought, Did they get somewhere with Trepan? Has Overlord returned?

“Drop it, Hellbat. You know I can’t tell you,” Leozack said.

Predaking rumbled, “I suppose if it is a secret of Overlord’s, you should not pry.”

Leozack looked surprised, then satisfied. He watched Predaking begin to leave, then told Hellbat, “Yes, exactly. Now, if you want to be a helper and not a pest, we might need to make a lot more coffins for tomorrow.”

Predaking slipped out of the room as Hellbat exclaimed, “I’m sorry that I was bothering you! I’ll help~!”

Arcee somehow popped out in front of the elevator to meet him.

“Overlord is back,” she said. “We need to regroup and share what we learned.”

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Leozack and Hellbat in the morgue: Roar/Breno

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After all guards had been sent away from the prison levels, Sixshot and Black Shadow released Misfire and Fulcrum. The two slunk from their cells then latched onto each other, looking warily at Arcee.

Fulcrum stammered, “Krok, you want me to make bombs for the... the Autobots?”

Krok said, “Yes, Fulcrum. You are an integral part to the plan.”

Fulcrum asked Arcee, “Y-y-you want us to k-keep the Nemesis and not the Ark?”

She exhaled, “The Nemesis is crawling with hundreds of Decepticons right now. This is the way it has to be.”

“You aren't tricking me... right? I won't be p-put on trial for this?” Fulcrum coughed.

Misfire squeezed him. “Why not take the opportunity to be the ‘Con that took out the Ark!”

Fulcrum panicked. “Bu-but the Autobots on Cybertron won't understand the situation! They'll freak out!”

Crankcase interrupted, “No, they will understand.”

Misfire told Fulcrum, “And if they don’t, we’ll run away, alright?”

“I-I don’t want to run anymore!” Fulcrum gasped. “Krok, why do we have to work with Autobots? Why can’t we just follow Overlord and leave with him?”

Arcee bristled; Krok glared at her. “Don't threaten him. Fulcrum, brother, is Overlord really the leader you want?”

“W-well no, I'd, I'd rather follow you, Krok...”

“I say we all get out of here: Decepticons, Autobots, even the Star Seekers. Working together's our only shot at beating that crazed general.”

Spinister rumbled, “You do not need to fear the Autobots, Fulcrum. They will not hurt us anymore.”

“Yes they will!” Fulcrum cried. “They are so vengeful and hateful! Remember how they treated us when we got to Cybertron? They would have shot us if Krok hadn’t reminded them of the Kaon Conventions! And then they slapped bombs around our throats, restricted our freedom, and mistreated us! I don’t want to help them escape! I just don't!”

Arcee’s back parts flared and her eyes expanded. “Look—”

Predaking snapped, “The stakes are too high for you to dwell on the past! You will produce the explosive devices we require!”

Fulcrum's brows flew up and he retreated back with Misfire.

"Lay off them." Black Shadow pressed a hand against Predaking's chest. "There is no reason for your aggression."

Arcee growled, "We need his help, no matter what it takes."

"No... no..." Fulcrum whimpered. "Leave me alone, Autobots...!"

Autobots? Does he believe I am one of them? Predaking thought with a scowl.

Krok stepped forward. “We simply have to save everyone; no one can be felt behind to help Overlord. I'm sorry. I know you don't want to help these Autobots, but we have no other choice... I'm asking you and Misfire to help. We can let Misfire place these bombs. And Misfire, if you are spotted and chased, keep flying across this planet and no one will catch you. When the time comes to leave, we will ground bridge you back.”

“K-K-Krok,” Fulcrum choked. "I-I don't..."

Misfire drew Fulcrum in against his chest and rubbed his back.

"You can do this," Misfire breathed. "Then we'll get to go home peacefully, alright? Just forget about the mean Autobots and do what Krok says..."

"Mmm..."

"Let's just pretend you and me are working on a project," Misfire finished. "You make some boomy doodads and I'll put them where you want them...”

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As Krok's Decepticons began production with Arcee and Rewind, the others walked down to Ultra Magnus' cell. By now the Commander was conscious and had heard some of their plan, but Krok filled him in on the rest.

“Ultra Magnus,” Krok sighed. “I know it is hard to trust Decepticons like me. You may believe that we intend to dupe you Autobots, secretly modifying our plan so that the Autobots are used as a distraction and we take off with the Nemesis.”

The wounded commander stared hard at Krok.

Krok said, “But Overlord is no more than a living, deranged weapon of mass destruction now. Even if I wanted to betray you, leaving anybot behind with Overlord is a risk—anyone who could treat him or repair a ship for him. We agree that every Cybertronian must leave Elba so that he is guaranteed to waste away.”

“You are correct,” Ultra Magnus muttered. “Everyone, no matter their faction, must leave. Let us take control of the Nemesis so that we can use its ground bridge system to teleport all prisoners onboard.”

“And everyone in the med bay,” Krok added. 

“The Predacons can help carry the injured, as they did before.” Ultra Magnus glanced at Predaking. 

Krok concluded, “Then the first step is to take Trepan hostage, before seizing control of the Nemesis.”

---

When Predaking, Sixshot, Black Shadow, and Krok approached Maximus, Predaking explained everything to him.

“HA!” Maximus roared. “HAHAHA! Trepan is his weakness? That explains everything!”

“But we cannot simply terminate Trepan now, as I explained...” Predaking said.

“Oh I understand, don't worry,” Maximus uttered. “I'll help you however I can. But what are you going to do once we get everyone onboard? Overlord will just ram into the ship and take it down! If he gets Trepan back, he will attack everyone, and if he knows he won't get Trepan back, he'll attack us as his final stand.”

“Right,” Black Shadow inhaled.

Krok thought for a few moments. “We'll take Trepan onto the Nemesis and tell Overlord that we will toss him out if he keeps his distance. This time, we ready the hyperwarp so that we can jump just before Overlord realizes we're going to break our promise. If we can keep Overlord away from the ship just until the count of 90, we're out of here.”

The group moved on to Star Saber and Sixshot explained the situation to him.

Star Saber said, “What if we really do give Overlord the doctor? Must we kill Overlord? Or simply strand him here with Trepan and the energon they have? Let Elba be their prison.”

Sixshot responded, “For them, the energon will last for thousands upon thousands of stellar cycles. In that time, some ship may turn up on Elba. We need to be sure that Overlord perishes, and swiftly, to protect everyone.”

“We could throw Trepan's corpse outside,” Krok said. “Let him fall and let Overlord take the time to catch him, only to realize that Trepan is dead.”

---

“Kill the hostage?” Ultra Magnus raised his brows.

---

“Perfect!” Maximus boomed. “Trepan is a vile bot who deserves worse than death! He kept Overlord alive for the entertainment he provided him! There is no reason to hold back from killing him. His continued existence benefits no one but the monster!”

---

“That is immoral,” Star Saber protested. “We cannot condone killing the hostage just to guarantee time to escape. We must find another way!”

---

Predaking took the Decepticon Campaign leaders to Esmeral to let her and nearby Star Seekers hear their current plan.

Esmeral asked, “You will take us with you as long as we don’t cause trouble?”

“All of you,” Sixshot confirmed. “And your leaders in the med bay. Just be calm and walk onto the warship with the other prisoners, then you will get off this planet.”

“Deal, Cybertronian,” she replied. “The Star Seekers will comply with your plan.”

---

Star Saber grew distressed in his cell as he learned the plan still included “kill Trepan”.

“We do not truly understand Trepan’s intentions,” he argued. “I do not believe our plan must include his death. Find another way.”

Black Shadow chuckled, “How about we cut off the doctor’s servos? Ha! Couldn’t operate on Overlord’s processor without them!”

“How barbaric...” Star Saber inhaled.

---

“Take no risks. What if Trepan still found a way to operate without his servos?” Maximus asserted. “Kill Trepan! Throw his corpse to Overlord!”

---

“Trepan identifies as a Decepticon now,” Krok told Ultra Magnus. “You are not sacrificing your own; we are, and this is fine with us.”

Ultra Magnus nodded slowly.

---

Predaking growled at Star Saber, “All the others agree it is best to terminate Trepan. You were wrong about him, I assure you. I heard for myself what Trepan whispered to Overlord. He was not trying to save the Autobots; he told Overlord to make the prisoners fight each other to the death. He urged Overlord to do it.”

“You must have misheard...” Star Saber replied.

“What Predaking says is true,” Sixshot sighed. “I heard every sick word. You believed Overlord was the cruel mastermind, but it was Trepan all along.”

Black Shadow said, “I think Overlord got so messed up in the Apex Project that LyLeo grabbed a non-combatant medic to fix him, except that one they chose happened to be the most fragged up one!”

---

“How do we ascertain that other Decepticons will not wrestle Trepan from our grasp?” Ultra Magnus asked.

Sixshot replied, “Nearly all Decepticons here are from the Fifth and Seventh Campaign. As of now, they are terrified of Overlord. The only issue we may face will be from the Sixth Campaign Decepticons and certainly Lyzack and Leozack, Overlord’s lieutenants. We will subdue any Overlord loyalists with numbers and force them at blasterpoint to board the warship. And someone strong will have to keep hold of Trepan the entire time.”

“We expect minimal resistance tomorrow,” Krok said. “But indeed, we cannot lose Trepan for even a nano-second”

---

Maximus rumbled, “A hostage situation only works when the other bot is scared that you will actually commit to the killing. You want Overlord to quake? Let me hold Trepan. Everyone knows how badly I want to crush him. The doctor wasn’t even allowed to treat me. Overlord will freeze up, and let me tell you, if I get my hands on Trepan, nothing will make me let go.”

---

Misfire darted in and out of the hall, stuffing Fulcrum’s bombs into his cockpit. Rewind could only carry one at a time, so he opted to take upon the task of keeping an eye on Overlord.

“The Ark and the Tidal Wave are done,” Misfire reported.

Rewind told them, “Overlord is in G-9 with Trepan, Lyzack, and Leozack, recharging.”

Fulcrum sat on the floor in his open cell, his hands moving like clockwork to grab and assemble the materials from the piles Arcee had dumped. To increase production, Spinister and Crankcase sat beside him, following his instructions and letting Fulcrum inspect their work. But no matter how hard Fulcrum worked, Arcee always spooked him whenever she poured deliveries out of the chain bag she had acquired. Whenever he made a request to her, he tripped over his words and pressed closer to Spinister. Each time Misfire returned, he passed a hug to Fulcrum and checked in with him.

No matter how many times Misfire left, he was fortunately never noticed darting back and forth behind the Institute. Before Overlord woke, every bomb had been set, the plan had been finalized, and Fulcrum and Misfire had left to wait at the shipyard.

---

Continue to 5_46

Notes:

Art:
Misfire and Fulcrum released: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 117: 5_68

Notes:

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You chose to continue wandering

 

“Why are these doors locked and guarded?” Predaking squinted.

“Just extra security,” a Vehicon growled.

“It seems like an area I am not permitted to enter.”

Another Vehicon said, “Sixshot is in there.”

“By himself?” Predaking asked.

The Vehicons quickly answered, “Yes.”

Now Predaking was certain they were deceiving him. Sixshot was not likely to abandon Black Shadow in his current injured state. Predaking turned his back, but as soon as he did, the Vehicons shouted at him.

“What? You don’t trust your comrades?” one called.

Predaking kept walking.

“You know, all we have to do is start screaming, and Overlord will kill you!”

Predaking whirled around. “And why would you frame me as an assailant? How have I wronged you?”

One of them snarled, “We are not going to deal with you, savage experiment of Shockwave. We’d rather get you killed before Overlord decides to make us train with you!”

“That is the reason you wish to dispose of me? I would never obey a command to attack you!”

“What? You wouldn’t attack a Decepticon? You will have to. He will make you.”

Predaking thought he ought to run to escape the Vehicons. Instead, he stayed a few moments more.

“Because I would not attack a Vehicon,” Predaking rumbled. “On Cybertron, I was close to your kind. I feel kinship to you because we are both clones created to serve the Decepticons.”

Leaving the Vehicons stunned, Predaking hurried away to a quiet part of the wing.

“Oi.”

Predaking halted. After checking that no Decepticons were nearby, Predaking whispered back, “Rewind?”

Rewind manifested behind a decorative pillar, carrying a flask of energon half his height. “Have a listen, we got a new plan now.”

“We? Did First Aid discover a weakness in Overlord's medical profile?”

“Well he did see the profile, but it didn't show anythin' wrong with Overlord. But I got the chance to talk to Arcee. She's well enough to move—can you believe it? Small bots are a lot more resilient than they get credit for! So anyway, the 'Cons won’t be expecting her to escape.”

“But there are severe consequences for attempted escape…" Predaking gulped. “What is there to gain with this plan?”

“We're gonna stage her death just after her escape! I'll unregister her life signal from the Nemesis at the same time you claim to have consumed the escapee. The 'Cons'll think that's that, Overlord'll trust you more, an' we'll get a second secret spy!”

Rewind held up the flask of energon; Predaking knelt to take it from his small hands.

“I'll sneak over to the Nemesis on a supply cart and connect to the system. Arcee will break through the wall in the med bay and use my tunnels to get to Security. She'll cut the cams. Sixshot and Black Shadow are there right now, but she can damage the security system within the walls. Once cams are down, commit your 'murder' by Security.”

Predaking looked for a camera watching them now.

“Nah, don't worry!” Rewind said. “I know all the blind spots already. We’re safe.”

“Hm. So those two are watching?”

“Not really,” Rewind chuckled. “They don't do their jobs proper at all. Yeah, so to make it all clear an' simple: when you hear the call to pursue Arcee, go stand outside Hall S. Then when you hear the call that cams are down, spill the energon and make a ruckus, chew on the bottle, an' swallow it in front of some 'Cons!”

“Swallow the bottle...?”

“You should be fine, as a Predacon! You'll just regurgitate the metal later.”

“I suppose...” Predaking gawked at Rewind. As odd as the plan was, it was stunningly creative. He would have never devised anything like it.

“Let's get to it,” Rewind said.

Transforming, Rewind stuck to the wall and zipped silently across the ceiling. Predaking tucked the energon flask in the gap between his horn and shoulder before heading back down the way he had come. He waited in the centre wing of the Institute, double-checking a wall map and keeping an elevator steps away from him.

Pressure weighed on him as he considered just what could happen should any part of Rewind's plan fail. As Decepticons passed him, he restrained himself from quivering. He avoided eye contact, staring straight out a window. Outside, the purple storm writhed and its thunder grew louder the more he focused on it. Flashing lightning bolts relentlessly crossed every direction of the sky, taking the appearance of squirming white cage bars.

Tearing his gaze away, Predaking stared at the floor and tried to tune out the thunder. Yet he could not stop thinking about it; its booms hammered his spark.

“AN AUTOBOT HAS ESCAPED THE MED BAY!” a Decepticon roared over the speakers of the halls. “The blue two-wheeler!”

Predaking jumped up to the elevator and struck the button to summon it. He leapt inside just in time for its doors to close in the faces of sprinting Decepticons. Punching in the command for the top floor, Predaking ascended but jumped when Overlord's voice came from a speaker behind him.

“The Autobot really ought to have known better by now…” Overlord rumbled. “She will not be taken alive.”

Predaking tumbled out of the elevator and rushed past the sign pointing the way to Hall S. Before it came into sight, he stopped, recalling that forbidden areas were guarded by other Decepticons. He stood alone in a strip of hall, trying to control his ventilations. Heat radiated from his body as though a fire was burning in his chest, but he knew it was only his panic.

Focus! Do not be afraid, he commanded himself. I am a Predacon. I have courage; I have power!

He rehearsed the plan in his mind and filtered through the status updates of various Decepticons over the speakers.

Why have the cameras not been disconnected yet? Unless they already are? Did I miss the announcement? No, surely not...

From the level below him, Predaking began to hear deep thudding footfalls.

No.

Predaking’s body flew into a fit of shivers. He snapped his head from side-to-side.

This must be part of the plan... Of course Overlord would come here. Either someone is reporting Arcee's location to him or he expects her to attack Security as Smokescreen did before!

The footsteps thudded up to the elevator Predaking had used, then momentarily went silent.

“The Autobot cut cams!” Black Shadow hollered. “She’s here in Hall S!”

Predaking jammed his fingers into the gap in his horn, panicked when he felt nothing, then located the flask on his other shoulder. Yanking it out, he dropped it and transformed to beast-mode. Seizing it between his fangs, he punctured it and shook it aggressively until energon splattered over his mouth, the floor, and the walls. With a shriek, he spun, clawed the floor, and threw himself against a wall with a resounding bang. As Decepticons ran down the hall from one direction and Overlord thundered down the other, Predaking unfurled his wings and hid himself.

Behind orange walls, Predaking crunched on the flask as loudly as he could while the footsteps halted around him. He could feel Overlord's eyes on him, he dreaded facing him, but Predaking drew back his wings and bobbed his head to gulp down the flask. He counted to two, then slowly looked around him.

Overlord, Sixshot, and other Decepticons stared at him. Predaking transformed to bot-mode just as Black Shadow limped in.

Black Shadow cried, “Holy scrap! You ate the two-wheeler?”

Predaking gasped when Overlord’s hand seized the back of his neck. Time froze. Everything he saw burned into his memory in the belief this was his final moment alive. But before Overlord squeezed, his hand flew back as fast as it had come.

“You killed the Autobot?” Overlord asked. He stood beside Predaking and regarded the energon sprayed around them.

“A-as you commanded...” Predaking stuttered.

Overlord spoke into his comms, “What is the Autobot’s location?”

A Decepticon responded, “Her life signal is offline!”

Predaking caught the sigh in his throat before it spilled out. Overlord glanced at him, nodding with his brows lifted. Predaking struggled to meet Overlord's eyes to fake confidence in his deed. Once he finally did, he noticed that those eyes that had once been red were now solid pink. He started in surprise, but Overlord ignored it.

Overlord announced over the speakers, “The crisis is over. Predaking has terminated the Autobot.”

Overlord’s drowsy gaze and soft smile fully faced him.

“I did not realize you had this in you. But you are a Predacon, after all. You really are one of Shockwave’s monsters, aren’t you?”

The non-metallic smell of the energon reached Predaking. He could tell it was not Cybertronian blood, but none of the winged and wheeled Decepticons seemed to notice. So he thought, until he saw Sixshot glance at him with a quirked brow. Predaking suddenly remembered from the presentation that he had a beast-mode among his many forms.

However, Sixshot said nothing. Overlord continued, “If it satisfies your instincts, then I am not opposed… But you will not be permitted to continue this habit once no more Autobots remain on Cybertron."

Predaking internally begged for Overlord to leave already.

Overlord pursed his lips. “... In this way, you must have been useful to Lord Megatron. On Earth, you would have hunted the Autobots in hiding. Did you devour others?”

“None so small,” Predaking answered.

“Heh. I suppose not. To you, she was but a zap-mouse… I am impressed, Predaking. You are ruthless… and knew exactly where to find the Autobot.”

“The last Autobot came this way.”

Overlord blinked gently. “Yes, they certainly are predictable, aren’t they? And they never learn…”

Predaking still waited for him to leave.

Overlord said, “You were the last Decepticon to see Lord Megatron, the only one here to serve him on Earth… You must be eager to know his location as well. Will you join me, Predaking?”

Predaking stared wordlessly at him. Overlord’s eyes widened and he smiled broadly while spreading his arms.

“The Autobot escapee nearly interrupted the momentous occasion! But now, we shall learn the truth about where the Autobots have been keeping our Lord!”

Predaking furrowed his brows in confusion.

“The cortical psychic patch, dear Predaking! It is no longer just a concept. I never expected that one functioning machine would have been installed on the Nemesis after my deployment! No one had even been able to identify it until Trepan laid eyes on it! Now there is no need to interrogate prisoners and risk being deceived by them. We will obtain nothing but the truth when we dive into Autobot memories themselves! Come now. And Sixshot, Black Shadow—you as well. Trepan has been waiting long enough.”

Overlord turned and sauntered ahead. There was no choice but to follow, however Predaking lagged behind to create distance.

Predaking squeezed his shoulders closer to his chest. He did not believe that the video of Megatron's defection was a recorded memory. When Overlord sees for himself that it was the truth all along, how will he react? Krok said that Megatron's defection would destroy Overlord. Will it, when Overlord is under someone else’s control? Will the attack on Cybertron proceed no matter what he learns?

Black Shadow tugged on his forearm. “Hey, I am so sorry for my terrible word choice! I didn’t mean to activate the whole Trepan trigger thing!”

Predaking shook off his hand, shot him a glare, then strode after Overlord.

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Chapter 118: 5_69

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Overlord had prepared for the occasion. His freshly washed armour glinted, sparkled, and even carried the scent of sweet cleaners.

Does he truly expect to meet Megatron so soon? Predaking wondered. Even if it were to happen, appearances are not likely to impress that tyrant...

Regardless, nothing astonished Predaking more than Overlord's pink eyes.

Just like Rewind reported. But it does not make sense.

No video or image had shown Overlord with pink eyes in the past. This did not seem to be an intentional choice of fashion; Overlord was just like the sickly, red-turned-pink-eyed Junkions.

Why would he be energon-deficient when they have stores of energon here? Predaking thought. Why has he not refuelled? Or allowed anyone to see him refuel? If he has a medical issue, it slipped past First Aid...

Predaking followed Overlord to the ground floor and past the sign “Hall H.” Behind them, Sixshot rolled forward in tank-mode to allow Black Shadow to sit on his roof and rest his ankles. When Overlord and Predaking entered the restricted med bay, doctors scuttled out of the way and bowed their heads to Overlord.

Overlord exclaimed, “I know exactly which one we will be taking! Predaking, fetch me Bumblebee.”

Dozens of berths filled the room, some now occupied by patients from the arena and the failed rescue mission. Predaking strode past Wreckers, Thundertron and Deathsaurus, Krok and Crankcase, Smokescreen, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Sideswipe, and Pipes. Spark heavy, Predaking approached Bumblebee, tugged syringes out from him, then cradled his battered body.

I will not let any further harm befall you, Predaking wished he could say.

Overlord turned, leaving Predaking and the other Campaign leaders to trail him. They emerged from the Institute into the roaring outside world. Bumblebee started awake at the claps of thunder and his eyes twirled to adjust to the flashing white lights. He looked from Predaking to his surroundings, freezing once he saw Overlord leading them to the Nemesis. When Bumblebee glanced back at Predaking in concern, Predaking cast him the most reassuring gaze he muster, but was not sure if he succeeded.

Decepticons had vanished inside the warship to work on further repairs. Their voices echoed down the halls, but for the most part, they did not cross paths with Overlord's entourage. When Overlord wasn't watching, Predaking glanced up, hoping Rewind was watching them on cameras or better—following them.

If only we had known this was coming and prepared accordingly. Rewind could have kept a sharper optic on Trepan instead of planning Arcee's escape.

Overlord led them through a lab into a small med bay. Within, Trepan clutched a cord and stood between Overlord’s lieutenants. Exhaling slowly, Predaking set Bumblebee down onto one of the two berths in the room.

“I trust that you can operate this without issue?” Overlord looked far down at Trepan. “Lord Megatron would be pleased to be gifted Bumblebee alive and without mental damage.”

Trepan tapped his glasses. “I can do it.”

“I volunteer,” one of the lieutenants said.

Overlord beamed. “Excellent, Lyzack! Tear through his memories; bring forth the truth!”

Lyzack walked over to the other berth and lay down. Her yellow eyes tracked Trepan until he fed the cable through the back of the berth and connected it to her head. Trepan then advanced on Bumblebee, but the Autobot's eyes stayed on Overlord.

“If you saw the video... it was real," Bumblebee murmured. "You will see it was always just my unaltered memory. The War is over, and Megatron... he is gone.”

Trepan connected the cord to Bumblebee and silenced him. Overlord, Sixshot, Black Shadow, and Predaking watched Trepan power on a monitor.

“Lord Megatron would never renounce the cause,” Overlord insisted. “He and I were the same. He suffered far too much pain and oppression to just surrender Cybertron to the higher castes, to the Autobots. He shall rule Cybertron, for no other leader would be more considerate toward all Cybertronians!”

[Lyzack confronted Bumblebee onscreen in an empty room with a yellow haze.]

“Where is Lord Megatron now?” she demanded.

[The room swirled away. The viewers stared through Bumblebee's eyes up at the hulking figure of Megatron. His body was different: broader, adorned with rusty spikes, and aglow with purple lights. However, there was no mistaking him and his voice.]

“Enough!” Megatron snapped at Starscream. “The Decepticons are no more, and that is final.”

“No!” Overlord charged at the screen. “No, this cannot be the memory!"

Megatron transformed and blasted away into the distance.

“NO!”

Overlord stumbled back, clutching his head and face. While Trepan hurriedly disconnected Lyzack then Bumblebee, Overlord slammed the side of his fist into the wall.

“Why? My Lord, why?" he hollered.

Predaking’s spark leapt. Is this reaction something I should celebrate or fear?

“Lord Megatron mustn't have been in the right state of mind!” the green-blue Seeker yelped. “We could change his mind!”

“He abandoned us!” Overlord jammed his fingers into his eyes. “Why? WHY?”

His legs buckled; Overlord nearly dropped to the floor. He screamed while tears exploded from his pink eyes.

“Oh, Primus!” Lyzack sprang from the berth but stopped out of reach of Overlord.

The turquoise Seeker lieutenant pulled Trepan in. “What should we do?”

Trepan’s jaw dropped, then he closed it and backed away. “I-I…”

“Everything! Everything was in vain!” Overlord screamed.

Black Shadow yipped, “Frag! Should we run?”

Sixshot supported him and the two generals began to inch toward the exit. They jumped when Overlord punched through the wall, clawed his face, and bellowed, “I sacrificed everything for you! Everything I did was for you! Why did you abandon me? WHY? WHY DON’T YOU CARE ABOUT ME?”

“Trepan!” the turquoise Seeker gasped. “Trepan—!”

Sixshot scooped up Black Shadow and pelted out the med bay.

Overlord whirled on his lieutenants, gold tears raining down his face. “Kill the prisoners. Kill every last one!”

Lyzack stammered, “Is, is that your command?”

“Megatron is gone! He is gone!”

Trepan rushed toward Bumblebee's berth as Overlord threw back his fist then swung at the Autobot.

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Choice 1: Shield Bumblebee.............. Go to 5_71
Choice 2: Don't shield Bumblebee..... Go to 5_74

Notes:

Art:
All scenes provided by Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)

Chapter 119: 5_70

Notes:

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Bumblebee

 

Predaking stayed frozen in fear, hoping for Overlord's intervention. He flinched when Overlord sailed from his throne faster than a bot his size ought to move. The crowd fell silent and Black Shadow halted at the thunder of Overlord's footsteps, looking back with his foot raised over Bumblebee. The Decepticon squeaked as Overlord's huge black hand seized his calves. Sweeping the Seeker off his feet, Overlord held Black Shadow upside down.

“Now what did I tell you?” Overlord boomed as Black Shadow struggled and shouted. “You were not permitted to kill this Autobot! He was one of the last to see Lord Megatron!”

Black Shadow screamed, “You’re breaking my—Aiiiiiiie! Stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Overlord carried Black Shadow back to the throne and dropped him beside it. The Seeker hit the floor, moaned, sat up, and reached for his crushed ankles. Sixshot fidgeted, then broke position and knelt beside Black Shadow. Trepan sprang across the throne and jumped down to treat him. Ignoring them, Overlord took his time to sit back down. All the while, medics scurried to take Bumblebee off the field.

“A little too much enthusiasm, Black Shadow...” Overlord said. “Entertaining, but something that must be kept in check.”

Black Shadow did not seem to hear him, leaning against Sixshot and squirming as Trepan worked.

Overlord called out, “Now! We have one more interloper to punish: Chromedome.”

The Autobot prisoners tossed Chromedome into the arena. After landing awkwardly, Chromedome stood straight and faced Overlord.

“You monster!” Chromedome snapped. He swept out his arm toward the other Autobot prisoners. “You, who pushed all these Autobots beyond their breaking points and now believe you can do the same to us! It will not happen!”

“Why do you assume you will be any different?” Overlord tapped the arms of his throne. “Do you believe that you are somehow stronger than your comrades? Than Fortress Maximus? Because I see the trembling of your knees and know that you are not.”

“I know help will come!” Chromedome growled. “We came here on a mission, and by now, all of Cybertron knows we’re missing! Ultra Magnus will attack Elba with the most powerful weapons at our disposal!”

Overlord tilted his head. “Let him come. That will be his mistake.”

Chromedome looked around in despair as the heads of the other prisoners hung.

“No, he will have something that can defeat you!” Chromedome cried back. “Something that affects you!”

“Even if such a weapon existed,” Overlord said, “how would he or anyone else know to bring it?”

Chromedome gaped.

“Oh yes, your Autobots will come with their ships armed and bristling… so ignorant just like you were. They will fall to me and share your fate…”

“N-no,” Chromedome choked.

Overlord chuckled then scanned the Decepticon crowd. Predaking's spark stopped as his gaze fell onto him.

“Krok!” Overlord exclaimed. “Prove to me that this Autobot is your enemy; prove to me that you are not a failure so embarrassing to the Decepticon cause that you ought to be locked up as well! Beat down Chromedome and his pride!”

Krok hopped up, his eyes in slits. Flashing down the stands, he leapt over the wall into the arena.

Chromedome whirled around to face Krok, visor and mouth plate sliding out to cover his face. “Even if Overlord mangles me for it, I’m going to beat the scrap out of you! You were never on our side, you damned Decepticon! I knew it all along. You were really just waiting for an opportunity to betray us, and then you found Overlord!”

“Overlord will bring retribution,” Krok uttered.

“He’ll kill everyone!”

“No, just the Autobots!”

Chromedome lunged at Krok, his fists flying at the Decepticon. Krok leapt back with a snarl but Chromedome charged after him. No longer able to speak, Chromedome screamed and punched, clacking metal and flinging Decepticon blood. The pain seemed to electrify Krok; his arms rose and accelerated to block Chromedome's attacks. Suddenly Krok ducked low then sprang, punching Chromedome's throat. The Autobot fell back, then he lowered his brows and rushed him again. Krok moved backwards in serpentine movements, evading the worst of Chromedome's punches and dealing out his own devastating blows.

Overlord bellowed, “Stop retreating, Krok! Have you really no combat skills left?”

Krok growled deeply. As Chromedome swung at him, Krok dropped onto all fours then pounced with hooked claws. Eight lines tore across Chromedome's chest and welled with energon. The Autobot gasped and trotted back, briefly dabbing at the wounds before glaring at Krok.

“I’m going to kill you,” Chromedome hissed.

Overlord sighed,  “Hmmm. With such a challenge, Krok, you ought to now kill this Autobot for the sake of your honour!”

Krok crouched, his claws flexed and taut. “I’ve survived far too much to fall to an Autobot like you, Chromedome. Today, you die.”

The short Decepticon sprang and latched onto Chromedome. Though the Autobot pounded him with his fists, Krok raked Chromedome's face, tearing through his visor and peeling off his mouth plate. The visor cracked, revealing a wide blue and yellow eye. Chromedome's mouth gaped. Grunting, the Autobot ripped off Krok, only for the Decepticon to bounce back to shred Chromedome's brown chest.

When Chromedome tripped, both combatants hit the ground in a violent, messy tangle: punching, rolling, scratching, and kicking. Krok threw off his own mouth plate, spat energon, then sank his teeth into one of Chromedome's arms. Hollering, Chromedome crushed one of Krok's wings until he let go. Both continued to beat and tear each other's bodies, but neither gave in, instead continuing to roll in a growing pool of their mixed energon.

Overlord watched unblinkingly while Trepan hopped back onto the throne after treating Black Shadow. Leaning in, Trepan whispered into Overlord's audio receptor. Predaking watched them, then glanced back at the fight after a gurgling scream. Chromedome collapsed, his hand over his gushing neck while Krok slowly pulled himself up to his feet. Looking down at Chromedome, Krok flexed his blood-soaked claws and poised to swipe again.

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Choice 1: Protect Chromedome..... Go to 5_15
Choice 2: Watch............................ Go to 5_83

Notes:

Art:
Overlord hurts Black Shadow: ARTificial Absinthe (artificial-absinthe on Tumblr)
Feral Krok: gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Tumblr)
Krok vs Chromedome: Akyuatron (Tumblr)

Chapter 120: 5_71

Notes:

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You chose to shield Bumblebee

 

Predaking knocked over Trepan as he threw himself in front of Bumblebee. Overlord’s punch ploughed through Predaking’s frantic expression, crushing his eyeballs and shattering his face into shards.

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Game Over: Metal meat shield

Chapter 121: 5_72

Notes:

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You chose to go to Fortress Maximus

 

Predaking apologized quickly to the Star Seeker and departed, fearing that Overlord may interrupt his gathering of intel. He left her snarling in her cell as he headed down to the Sixth Autobot Campaign Leader.

Predaking arrived to the cell with the lowest number. Before he could say a word, Maximus flung himself against the door.

“I'm surprised he didn't pit you beasts against me!” Maximus snarled before Predaking could say a word. “That was the first time he allowed me to skip one of his fights! But next time when we do face each other, Predacon, I will destroy you!”

“There may not be a next time,” Predaking uttered. “In a few solar cycles, Overlord will leave Elba to massacre all Autobots on Cybertron.”

Maximus froze, his wrathful expression wiped blank.

“No,” he choked. “No, no, no… Overlord cannot leave Elba...”

“I am here to stop him,” Predaking whispered.

“He cannot be stopped.” Maximus’ red eyes went hollow. “He is a demon. An invincible spawn of Unicron that can only be appeased, not defeated.”

“He is no demon, but a Cybertronian experiment,” Predaking pressed. “Aid me in defeating him. Trepan is the key, do you not concur? The doctor controls Overlord.”

“Don't you touch Trepan.” Maximus jammed his good hand through the window but failed to grab Predaking. “Overlord will kill you then every last prisoner!”

The massive Autobot held his own face and backed away.

“Was killing Trepan not your intention?” Predaking questioned.

“Just a dream...” Maximus quaked.

“I do not intend to kill Trepan,” Predaking assured him. “I would prefer Overlord to attempt it himself.”

Maximus spread his fingers and peeked at him through them. “That would never happen.”

“They say Trepan experimented on Overlord and brainwashed him. What if Overlord would desire revenge if his free will were restored? And if Overlord could be made to attack Trepan, then Trepan may exploit a weakness of his to terminate him.”

“You believe Overlord is brainwashed?” Maximus grunted. “That is an odd hypothesis… I highly doubt Trepan has the ability to do that. And I don’t think turning Overlord against Trepan is as easy as flipping a switch.”

“I heard that Trepan used to be a famous processor surgeon.”

Maximus straightened, narrowing his pupils. “Trepan is just a doctor—albeit the sickest one in existence—who derives pleasure from watching bodies break over and over again. That is why Overlord likes him so much; Trepan feeds him ideas and fixes his toys. Overlord brings us to the verge of death and Trepan swoops in to repair us so they can do it all again.”

Predaking cut in, “But I also heard that Trepan and the twin lieutenants take Overlord to Hall G nearly every solar cycle. Seemingly to fine-tune their control over him.”

Maximus raised his brows.

Why has Rewind not seen that yet? Predaking wondered.

“Overlord obtained his invincibility from the Apex Project,” Predaking went on. “So before then, he behaved differently, correct?”

“Overlord was just a Decepticon brute,” Maximus muttered. “Strong, but manageable. I had eliminated most of his army and would have finished them all off if it weren’t for the success of that project! But when I first arrived here with my army, he had already taken over the Institute and forced the scientists to work for him.”

“And Trepan?”

Maximus bared his teeth. “Trepan? Trepan was my medic.”

“Your medic?”

“He is a traitor!” Maximus growled. “I never imagined this from him! One of my medics, the quietest one—seized the opportunity to side with Overlord!”

“So then Trepan came to Elba with you?”

“He did,” Maximus uttered. “Trepan was an Autobot. Now he calls himself a Decepticon and has a grand fun time with the enemy. I hate him, but oh how I hate him for playing innocent all that time when he had the slimiest spark of all!”

“When did he switch his allegiance?”

“Instantly. The cycle Overlord became invincible and massacred my army… when one hundred fell and the survivors were captured. I was with Trepan. Damn myself, I had protected that two-wheeler from Overlord’s blasterfire. I was imprisoned with Trepan when Leozack turned up to take him away. After that, Trepan went missing. And Overlord as well. But when I heard a rumour that Overlord was in stasis, I broke out and sought to kill as many ‘Cons as I could. He couldn’t stop me, I thought, and if I killed fast enough maybe they wouldn’t wake him in time. I did not get far before he appeared. Maybe the rumour had been false or they had simply woken him instantly… But Trepan was with him.”

Maximus sighed.

“Maybe… your hypothesis is true. Overlord acted strange the day he and Trepan returned. Trepan saw me first and started screaming. Then Overlord came charging in and he started screaming too. It sounded quite unlike him; gladiators don’t scream like that. Overlord brutally attacked me but stopped when Trepan told him to. Trepan told Overlord to… punish me instead. Until now, I just thought the sick idea appealed to Overlord, but… it could have been a command.”

“Overlord was screaming?” Predaking twitched at the thought.

“Yes, although that has not happened again since. Nowadays, Overlord just kills anyone who endangers Trepan before the doctor even has to say a word.” Maximus held his chin. “No one ever told me Trepan was continuously experimenting on Overlord. Hall G? Never heard of it. So you believe Trepan is operating on Overlord’s mind?”

“Undoubtedly. In fact, there is an Autobot Minicon spy who believes Overlord may have a medical issue. Overlord's medical profile was erased on Elba. Perhaps Overlord grants Trepan access to repair him and that is when Trepan fine-tunes his control.”

“Ha. If Overlord needs Trepan, then I should just kill him the first chance I get. Maybe now I am craving a jailbreak...”

“Wait!” Predaking gasped. “We are uncertain that is the truth. We must continue our investigation. Let us act together and not throw the lives of others in jeopardy. Perhaps Rewind will see what happens in Hall G.”

“... Did you say Rewind?”

Predaking blinked.

Maximus settled down. “... Rewind. Perhaps you do have a chance.”

“Rewind?” Predaking echoed.

“He, who once worked for Soundwave and shares his outlier ability, who can interact with technology and download data into his mind without damaging it... You are working with one of the stealthiest, most skilled Minicon spies of the Autobot faction…” Maximus grinned. “... and Overlord has no idea he is here. Alright, I will sit tight for now. But if you don't solve the mystery before Overlord prepares to leave Elba, I will break out and kill Trepan.”

“Very well,” Predaking said. “And is that all the information you can provide regarding Trepan?”

“Hm, that's about it. He wears glasses because he is far-sighted.”

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Predaking concluded. “You will be kept updated.”

Predaking strolled down the hall, speaking to other Autobots out of sight of the Decepticon guards around the corner. Even if Sixshot and Black Shadow were watching on camera, he felt at ease. Unfortunately, the other prisoners did not report any exploitable facts about Trepan. Each stressed their passionate hatred for Trepan because of his betrayal. Some admitted he was a medical prodigy with “the touch of Primus”. One Autobot told Predaking that Trepan used to work in the private hospital of Iacon, mainly as a processor surgeon but he also worked in the emergency room. The Autobot explained that he had been treated by Trepan once for a gut injury before the War.

“Bet he loved seeing the worst of the worst,” the Autobot grumbled.

Predaking met the prisoners from the Fifth Campaign. One of them claimed, “I was a biologist. Trepan, I knew of him. He did research on the processor when he wasn't doing shifts at the hospital… What you said could be true. He focused on psychology more than normal for a doctor… He worked with that psychiatrist, Froid, and if you ever met that vexing jerk—you would know anyone close to Froid is no better than him.”

Froid? Predaking was not surprised. Of course those two would have been colleagues.

The Autobot continued, “But if Trepan can’t physically cut into Overlord’s processor, I bet he found another way. Hypnosis, tricks—to gain control of his psyche.”

Predaking wondered, Can we undo mental damage that was not physically inflicted?

Predaking arrived at Star Saber’s cell, but his eyes immediately fell on the Autobot's sheathed sword. Wheeljack had been lacking his twin blades, but Star Saber was permitted to keep his weapon.

Because Star Saber is obedient. His sword is trusted to be turned on Autobots and never Decepticons.

“Is Sixshot there?” Star Saber asked.

“No, only me,” Predaking muttered.

Star Saber glanced away, avoiding eye contact.

Predaking sighed, “Can I ask you if you know anything about Trepan? Or Overlord? Any weakness I can exploit?”

Star Saber hurried to the window. “Are you on our side, Predaking?”

“Yes. I am here to gather information.”

“I’m afraid I have no idea as to how to defeat Overlord…” Star Saber sighed. “When Overlord arrived on Thrull, no ship could take him down. After he had done enough killing, he took my surviving army here with Sixshot's. Eventually, Sixshot disclosed that he was no happier than I with what had happened. He nearly felt as much as a prisoner. I did not know Overlord before, though what I know about him now is that his metal is impenetrable and he cannot feel pain.”

“Cannot feel pain?”

“Ah yes, not at all. Bots have tried other forms of attack on him, such as soundwaves, but he did not have a pain response and he destroyed the assassins. The ununtrium damaged Overlord’s pain receptors, it seems. I realize that Overlord is cruel, but I have seen him harm others unintentionally. It is possible he lacks a sense of touch entirely.”

Predaking thought back to Pipes: how Overlord’s hand had continued to crush him while the general hadn't been looking at him.

“Now Trepan,” Star Saber said, “he used to be Maximus’ medic. It deeply upsets him to see Trepan where he is now, but I do not share Maximus' hatred. Sixshot shared his hypothesis with me about Trepan having brainwashed Overlord. Trepan certainly has the background, and yet… I think there is something everyone has missed. I thought to myself, how could a non-combatant medic be this way? There are greater opportunities for evil; Trepan could have worked as one of Shockwave’s disciples. In principle, a non-combatant medic is sworn to do no harm, to show no partiality but help all factions, and prioritize patients simply by the severity of their wounds.”

Star Saber’s blue eyes radiated tender sadness.

“Trepan is quite reserved. He refuses to speak to his patients about Overlord, which drove Max even madder at the start. But for stellar cycles, I was kind to Trepan; I never snapped at him, never showed him anger. I asked him questions about his well-being instead of his betrayal. Finally, he relaxed his guard. I asked him then why he didn’t wear the Decepticon symbol. He said that his principles would never change. I asked him if he became a Decepticon willingly; he said that he had. Then I asked him why he served Overlord and he became frightened. Frightened, Predaking. Sixshot thinks I misunderstood, but Trepan had started shaking. If Trepan controlled Overlord, why would he be afraid of him?”

Star Saber shook his head.

“My spark knows bots, and I know that Trepan isn’t what they say he is. I see everything he does. I think Trepan gained Overlord’s trust in order to help us, and when he whispers to him, he's convincing him to choose less disturbing acts of violence. Maybe Overlord doesn’t realize Trepan is not an ally to him; Trepan could be hunting for his weakness.”

Predaking objected, “And yet he experiments on Overlord with the twins. What does he do during that time? Why does he not strike? He must have be aware of a physical weakness by now.”

“I wish I knew more, but Trepan won’t tell. All I know is that something is scaring him and he has never harmed his patients by his own hands.”

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Chapter 122: 5_73

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You chose to not shield Bumblebee

 

Trepan vaulted up in front of Bumblebee. Overlord’s arm whipped sideways to avoid him, missing Bumblebee and crushing the upper half of the berth. After a moment of silence, Overlord retracted his arm and leaned down, lower, and lower, until his moon-like face dropped in front of Trepan’s.

“Were you trying to get yourself killed just now, Trepan?”  His voice was like a cold wind.

“N-no…” Trepan breathed.

“Step. Aside.”

The turquoise Seeker called out, “Trepan! Do what he says… He isn’t thinking clearly.”

“Don't make me move you.” Overlord raised his hands and crooked his fingers like talons over Trepan. The two-wheeler’s eyes widened as the massive fingers crept in on him.

“Wait, I... I have an idea, Overlord,” Trepan stammered. “Something better... Listen to me.”

Trepan made a beckoning motion then cupped his hands. Overlord dropped his arms, stared at the doctor, then turned his audio receptor to him. Although Trepan tried not to be heard, Predaking caught every word.

“Why would you simply terminate all the prisoners? Wouldn’t it be a more satisfying conclusion to have them terminate each other?”

Everyone in the room heard his whisper and rounded their eyes. However, Overlord drew back and did not lunge at Bumblebee again. Instead, his twisted expression softened slightly. 

“Interesting…" he sighed. "That would be a satisfying conclusion indeed... but how would we compel the prisoners to do that?”

“I'll think of a way…” Trepan breathed. “Leave it to me. Don't terminate the prisoners, just… focus on our departure for now.”

“Departure?”

“You don’t need Megatron as a reason to leave Elba, Overlord. You never needed his permission either—”

Overlord hollered, spun, and charged past Predaking out the door.

The turquoise Seeker took Overlord’s place and shoved his face near Trepan’s. “I thought you knew what you were doing!”

“I-I do…” Trepan choked.

“How are you going to calm him down from this?”

“I just need one night to talk to him! He just hasn’t been listening to me, Leozack! He’s been so distracted that he just won’t come to…”

Leozack's red eyes were wide with despair. He grabbed Trepan and tore out of the room with Lyzack. Predaking found himself alone and forgotten: the most ideal state in the chaos. Quickly, he scooped up Bumblebee and headed out of the med bay.

Bumblebee groaned. “We have to stop them!”

“We shall!” Predaking jogged through the halls and noticed all Decepticons seemed to have gone into hiding. Something black flew past them then clipped to Predaking's back.

Rewind said, “He can make Autobots fight each other, but kill each other? That's just not within the realm of possibility! They'd off themselves before doing that.”

“Maybe that's Trepan’s brilliant plan,” Predaking snarled. “I am sure that would entertain Overlord more than simply terminating the Autobots in their cells!” 

Outside the warship under the storm, Predaking thought only the most bitter of thoughts about Trepan.

Star Saber was utterly wrong about Trepan's true nature.

When Predaking arrived with Bumblebee at Hall H, nervous guards let them inside without dispute. In the med bay, Predaking lay Bumblebee back down on his original energon-crusted berth.

“Keep going,” Bumblebee whispered. "Find a way to defeat Overlord."

Predaking nodded and exited Hall H. Once they were alone in a section of hallway, Rewind spoke on his back, “I'll find Arcee and we'll split to find Overlord and Trepan. You wanna see if Sixshot and Black Shadow are interested in overthrowing the crazed general?”

Rewind detached from Predaking's body and slid away on the ceiling, leaving him to find an elevator. Upon the fifth floor, Predaking approached the guarded doors to Hall S.

“I must speak to Sixshot and Black Shadow,” he growled. “It is an urgent matter.”

The shaky Decepticon guards opened the doors.

Perhaps I missed an announcement; they all seem to know what has happened.

[Predaking stomped down the hall to the sign which read Security. Pressing the button to open the door, he entered the room. Against one wall were multiple screens showing different camera angles around Elba. But the chairs close to the screens were empty. Black Shadow and Sixshot sat on a thick bench of metal at the back of the room, leaning into each other. Both sets of scared red eyes locked onto him.]

“Predaking?” Sixshot murmured.

The door shut behind Predaking. “It seems that Overlord has not been going to Hall G. Trepan's control has never been weaker! After your departure, Overlord nearly grabbed him.”

Black Shadow whispered, “Does pink mean Trepan has less control? His optics have never been pink before.”

Predaking glared at him then back to Sixshot.

“Is what he says true?” Predaking demanded. “You have never seen them pink?”

“Why are you mad at me?” Black Shadow snapped. “I’m not on Overlord’s side!”

Sixshot said, “Black Shadow did not mean to endanger you, Predaking.”

Predaking cried, “That incident is not why I bear a grudge! I resent him for he did to Bumblebee!”

“Bumblebee?” Black Shadow scoffed. “Frag him! Overlord should have let me kill the slagger!”

“What has he ever done to you?” Predaking hissed.

“Are you stupid?” Black Shadow snapped. “Autobots kill Decepticons! He isn't innocent, despite how much he tries to act like some kind of cute Autobot mascot!”

“What else do you expect in war?”

“Frag you! What do you know about anything? He killed my partner!”

Predaking’s mouth hung open.

“I think,” Black Shadow choked. “One of the Autobots beside Optimus did it…”

Black Shadow flopped his head against Sixshot's.

“We had survived so much together… It was hard to believe he could just taken down like that. One of Iacon’s ground-to-air missiles hit Bacchus right beside me. I don't know if he died instantly or suffered. I couldn't even follow his body. Missiles were flying everywhere and we had to retreat, but, I got one look at the bots behind the guns straight ahead of us. Prowl, Ironhide, Bumblebee… one of those damn Autobots did it. And I will never know which one, so I will just have to kill them all.”

Black Shadow glared at Predaking.

“Don’t you dare defend Bumblebee in front of my face or say some bloody Autobot slag like 'oh, revenge doesn’t bring back the dead'! What do you expect me to do? Just watch the murderers of my lifetime friend live merrily beside me? I hate the Autobots. They think they’re model Cybertronians, so kindhearted and morally superior. But they started this War. They had been hurting Decepticons from the start and couldn't take their due punishment. When we treat them the same way they treated us, suddenly we're the monsters? They kill us, we kill them—it should end there. But then they want their stupid revenge and they lash out again. So we go back and forth and that's how Bacchus fragging got killed.”

The memories of Obsidian’s trial struck Predaking.

“The one thing I like about Overlord is his gladiatorial fights. Frag, we all love him for them. The fights are supposed to be a lesson, but those Autobots are too full of themselves to understand that. They don’t get that what they are experiencing right now is still nothing compared to what real gladiators had experienced on Cybertron. This is just a taste of what the slaves lived through! The Autobots still get to live, to have medical attention, energon, and a safe cell. But instead of realizing, ‘Wow, this is what it was like for those gladiators we used to watch for entertainment! Our cause is wrong! We should admit that!’, they go, ‘Look how evil Decepticons are! They deserve to die!’. Why do you think Overlord just won’t stop making them fight over and over again? I hate Overlord, but I totally get why he is running those matches!”

After a pause, Predaking asked, “Why four hundred and twelve fights?”

Sixshot said, “No one knows. Overlord was only recorded as having fought thirty matches. I still believe the number used to be part of his designation.”

“Is there anyone here who knew Overlord before he became a gladiator?”

Sixshot shook his head. “No one here recalls working with him in the mines or the factories. He doesn't look like a slave, but he might have heavily modified his original appearance for the arena. He has a slave's fury, that is certain. But it is a mystery where he came from.”

Black Shadow grumbled, “Sixshot, don’t you see Predaking trying to defeat Overlord to help the Autobots? We don't have to answer his questions.”

“‘Shadow, I too have lost friends to this War. But Predaking is right: that is war. In my time here on Elba, I have grown so tired. Boredom made me speak with my former enemy, but then I learned things from Star Saber. Not all Autobots are sparkless; some of them are noble and cherish life. All they ever wanted was for suffering to end on Cybertron. We had the same desires, except they did not want the government to be overthrown, but changed through elections.”

“Are you some kind of secret Autobot?” Black Shadow cried.

“No. But, there is no fault in opening one’s mind to other perspectives and truly understanding one’s enemy. Predaking cares about Bumblebee; I can't help but care about Star Saber. I do not wish him dead even if he never becomes a Decepticon.”

Predaking reported, “Overlord intends to kill all the prisoners by making them fight each other to the death. We are pressed for time.”

Sixshot turned Black Shadow’s head to face his. “Enough is enough. It is time for these Autobots to be free.”

“If we free them, the prisoners will turn on us!” Black Shadow protested. “Without the threat of Overlord, you know they will go crazy and try eliminating us all!”

“Not if we join forces with them,” Sixshot said. “You and I, we are Campaign Leaders. The vast majority of Decepticons on Elba are our soldiers! If we command them, Overlord wouldn’t have many soldiers—”

“Our armies love him like a hero for saving us and protecting us!”

“Everyone is still afraid of him. Everyone. And Overlord’s madness is apparent now. He was terrifying before, even when he barely showed any emotions. Now he is suffering from insanity and has gone missing. We should capitalize on everyone's fear, convince them that Overlord is a danger! Without Megatron, nothing holds him together; there is no one to impress, no reason to keep the Decepticon headcount high.”

Black Shadow groaned, “Now you’re scaring me. Is he going to stop holding back on us? Frag! Do you and I still even matter to him?”

“Come, let us spread your fear among our own soldiers! While Overlord and his posse are absent!”

Predaking’s spark burned with hope as Sixshot helped Black Shadow stand.

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Chapter 123: 5_74

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You chose to not shield Bumblebee

 

Trepan vaulted up in front of Bumblebee. Overlord’s arm whipped sideways to avoid him, missing Bumblebee and crushing the upper half of the berth. After a moment of silence, Overlord retracted his arm and leaned down, lower, and lower, until his moon-like face dropped in front of Trepan’s.

“Were you trying to get yourself killed just now, Trepan?”  His voice was like a cold wind.

“N-no…” Trepan breathed.

“Step. Aside.”

The turquoise Seeker called out, “Trepan! Do what he says… He isn’t thinking clearly.”

“Don't make me move you.” Overlord raised his hands and crooked his fingers like talons over Trepan. The two-wheeler’s eyes widened as the massive fingers crept in on him.

“Wait, I... I have an idea, Overlord,” Trepan stammered. “Something better... Listen to me.”

Trepan made a beckoning motion then cupped his hands. Overlord dropped his arms, stared at the doctor, then turned his audio receptor to him. Although Trepan tried not to be heard, Predaking caught every word.

“Why would you simply terminate all the prisoners? Wouldn’t it be a more satisfying conclusion to have them terminate each other?”

Everyone in the room heard his whisper and rounded their eyes. However, Overlord drew back and did not lunge at Bumblebee again. Instead, his twisted expression softened slightly. 

“Interesting…" he sighed. "That would be a satisfying conclusion indeed... but how would we compel the prisoners to do that?”

“I'll think of a way…” Trepan breathed. “Leave it to me. Don't terminate the prisoners now, just… focus on our departure for now.”

“Departure?”

“You don’t need Megatron as a reason to leave Elba, Overlord. You never needed his permission either—”

Overlord hollered, spun, and charged past Predaking out the door.

The turquoise Seeker took Overlord’s place and shoved his face near Trepan’s. “I thought you knew what you were doing!”

“I-I do…” Trepan choked.

“How are you going to calm him down from this?”

“I just need one night to talk to him! He just hasn’t been listening to me, Leozack! He’s been so distracted that he just won’t come to…”

Leozack's red eyes were wide with despair. He grabbed Trepan and tore out of the room with Lyzack. Predaking found himself alone and forgotten: the most ideal state in the chaos. Quickly, he scooped up Bumblebee and headed out of the med bay.

Bumblebee groaned. “We have to stop them!”

“We shall!” Predaking jogged through the halls and noticed all Decepticons seemed to have gone into hiding. Something black flew past them then clipped to Predaking's back.

Rewind said, “He can make Autobots fight each other, but kill each other? That's just not within the realm of possibility! They'd off themselves before doing that.”

“Maybe that's Trepan’s brilliant plan,” Predaking snarled. “I am sure that would entertain Overlord more than simply terminating the Autobots in their cells!” 

Outside the warship under the storm, Predaking thought only the most bitter of thoughts about Trepan.

Star Saber was utterly wrong about Trepan's true nature.

When Predaking arrived with Bumblebee at Hall H, nervous guards let them inside without dispute. In the med bay, Predaking lay Bumblebee back down on his original energon-crusted berth.

“Keep going,” Bumblebee whispered. "Find a way to defeat Overlord."

Predaking nodded and exited Hall H. Once they were alone in a section of hallway, Rewind spoke on his back, “I'll find Arcee and we'll split to find Overlord and Trepan. You wanna see if Sixshot and Black Shadow are interested in overthrowing the crazed general?”

Rewind detached from Predaking's body and slid away on the ceiling, leaving him to find an elevator. Upon the fifth floor, Predaking approached the guarded doors to Hall S.

“I must speak to Sixshot and Black Shadow,” he growled. “It is an urgent matter.”

The shaky Decepticon guards opened the doors.

Perhaps I missed an announcement; they all seem to know what has happened.

[Predaking stomped down the hall to the sign which read Security. Pressing the button to open the door, he entered the room. Against one wall were multiple screens showing different camera angles around Elba. But the chairs close to the screens were empty. Black Shadow and Sixshot sat on a thick bench of metal at the back of the room, leaning into each other. Both sets of scared red eyes locked onto him.]

“Predaking?” Sixshot murmured.

The door shut behind Predaking. “It seems that Overlord has not been going to Hall G. Trepan's control has never been weaker! After your departure, Overlord nearly grabbed him.”

Black Shadow whispered, “Does pink mean Trepan has less control? His optics have never been pink before.”

Predaking glared at him then back to Sixshot.

“Is what he says true?” Predaking demanded. “You have never seen them pink?”

“Why are you mad at me?” Black Shadow snapped. “I’m not on Overlord’s side!”

Sixshot said, “Black Shadow did not mean to endanger you, Predaking.”

Predaking cried, “That incident is not why I bear a grudge! I resent him for he did to Bumblebee!”

“Bumblebee?” Black Shadow scoffed. “Frag him! Overlord should have let me kill the slagger!”

“What has he ever done to you?” Predaking hissed.

“Are you stupid?” Black Shadow snapped. “Autobots kill Decepticons! He isn't innocent, despite how much he tries to act like some kind of cute Autobot mascot!”

“What else do you expect in war?”

“Frag you! What do you know about anything? He killed my partner!”

Predaking’s mouth hung open.

“I think,” Black Shadow choked. “One of the Autobots beside Optimus did it…”

Black Shadow flopped his head against Sixshot's.

“We had survived so much together… It was hard to believe he could just taken down like that. One of Iacon’s ground-to-air missiles hit Bacchus right beside me. I don't know if he died instantly or suffered. I couldn't even follow his body. Missiles were flying everywhere and we had to retreat, but, I got one look at the bots behind the guns straight ahead of us. Prowl, Ironhide, Bumblebee… one of those damn Autobots did it. And I will never know which one, so I will just have to kill them all.”

Black Shadow glared at Predaking.

“Don’t you dare defend Bumblebee in front of my face or say some bloody Autobot slag like 'oh, revenge doesn’t bring back the dead'! What do you expect me to do? Just watch the murderers of my lifetime friend live merrily beside me? I hate the Autobots. They think they’re model Cybertronians, so kindhearted and morally superior. But they started this War. They had been hurting Decepticons from the start and couldn't take their due punishment. When we treat them the same way they treated us, suddenly we're the monsters? They kill us, we kill them—it should end there. But then they want their stupid revenge and they lash out again. So we go back and forth and that's how Bacchus fragging got killed.”

The memories of Obsidian’s trial struck Predaking.

“The one thing I like about Overlord is his gladiatorial fights. Frag, we all love him for them. The fights are supposed to be a lesson, but those Autobots are too full of themselves to understand that. They don’t get that what they are experiencing right now is still nothing compared to what real gladiators had experienced on Cybertron. This is just a taste of what the slaves lived through! The Autobots still get to live, to have medical attention, energon, and a safe cell. But instead of realizing, ‘Wow, this is what it was like for those gladiators we used to watch for entertainment! Our cause is wrong! We should admit that!’, they go, ‘Look how evil Decepticons are! They deserve to die!’. Why do you think Overlord just won’t stop making them fight over and over again? I hate Overlord, but I totally get why he is running those matches!”

After a pause, Predaking asked, “Why four hundred and twelve fights?”

Sixshot said, “No one knows. Overlord was only recorded as having fought thirty matches. I still believe the number used to be part of his designation.”

“Is there anyone here who knew Overlord before he became a gladiator?”

Sixshot shook his head. “No one here recalls working with him in the mines or the factories. He doesn't look like a slave, but he might have heavily modified his original appearance for the arena. He has a slave's fury, that is certain. But it is a mystery where he came from.”

Black Shadow grumbled, “Sixshot, don’t you see Predaking trying to defeat Overlord to help the Autobots? We don't have to answer his questions.”

“‘Shadow, I too have lost friends to this War. But Predaking is right: that is war. In my time here on Elba, I have grown so tired. Boredom made me speak with my former enemy, but then I learned things from Star Saber. Not all Autobots are sparkless; some of them are noble and cherish life. All they ever wanted was for suffering to end on Cybertron. We had the same desires, except they did not want the government to be overthrown, but changed through elections.”

“Are you some kind of secret Autobot?” Black Shadow cried.

“No. But, there is no fault in opening one’s mind to other perspectives and truly understanding one’s enemy. Predaking cares about Bumblebee; I can't help but care about Star Saber. I do not wish him dead even if he never becomes a Decepticon.”

Predaking reported, “Overlord intends to kill all the prisoners by making them fight each other to the death. We are pressed for time.”

Sixshot turned Black Shadow’s head to face his. “Enough is enough. It is time for these Autobots to be free.”

“If we free them, the prisoners will turn on us!” Black Shadow protested. “Without the threat of Overlord, you know they will go crazy and try eliminating us all!”

“Not if we join forces with them,” Sixshot said. “You and I, we are Campaign Leaders. The vast majority of Decepticons on Elba are our soldiers! If we command them, Overlord wouldn’t have many soldiers—”

“Our armies love him like a hero for saving us and protecting us!”

“Everyone is still afraid of him. Everyone. And Overlord’s madness is apparent now. He was terrifying before, even when he barely showed any emotions. Now he is suffering from insanity and has gone missing. We should capitalize on everyone's fear, convince them that Overlord is a danger! Without Megatron, nothing holds him together; there is no one to impress, no reason to keep the Decepticon headcount high.”

Black Shadow groaned, “Now you’re scaring me. Is he going to stop holding back on us? Frag! Do you and I still even matter to him?”

“Come, let us spread your fear among our own soldiers! While Overlord and his posse are absent!”

Predaking’s spark burned with hope as Sixshot helped Black Shadow stand.

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Continue to 5_11

Notes:

Art:
Black Shadow leans against Sixshot: skiel-infinty (Tumblr)

Chapter 124: 5_75

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Edited by Shira_Illustra

Spitting Acid by White Bat Audio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG3hgKuqpIA

You chose Ripclaw

 

“I will take Ripclaw,” Predaking swallowed.

She jolted, first looking horrified that she had been chosen, before she shoved down her fear and leapt over the wall. Landing in the arena, she marched up to Predaking in bot mode while eyeing the blood under her feet, the patients in the back receiving medical attention, and Overlord watching from his throne.

Once Ripclaw reached Predaking's side, he growled encouragingly, “We will defeat them. Two Predacons against two common beast-type Cybertronians? They shall be the ones in need of medical attention!”

She nodded. The Star Seeker Deathsaurus guffawed. “Such arrogance! He thinks they can win just because of their species? This will be an easy battle, Thundertron. But let us give Overlord the show he desires.”

In a harsher voice and accent, Thundertron snarled, “I need no reason to make Cybertronians suffer! This I will do with pleasure!”

[The leonine face exploded from Thundertron’s chest with igniting blue eyes. Falling onto all fours, Thundertron flung out long golden claws and dragged them over the energon-stained floor. While he bared his bright blue fangs, a thin bladed tail lashed behind his scarred body. Beside him, Deathsaurus burst into a white draconic beast with a long neck and tail. His wings whipped out and flashed razor-sharp feathers. A fanged beak replaced his scowling mouth and golden antlers sprouted from his head.]

Blinking, Predaking was shocked by Deathsaurus' resemblance to a Predacon; albeit, he was much smaller. When Predaking and Ripclaw transformed, they loomed over the Star Seekers, shrieked piercingly, and flared their wings to cast shadows over their opponents. In response, Thundertron roared, Deathsaurus screeched, then they launched themselves at the Predacons.

The roars of the crowd became a muffled drone as Predaking zoned in on the battle. He braced himself for Thundertron, but flames shot from Deathsaurus' throat at his face. As the light blinded Predaking, Thundertron lunged through the fire and sank his teeth into his muzzle. Golden claws raked his cheeks and Predaking thrashed his head, snarling and warming fire in his chest. Before Predaking released a ball of flame, metal wings flapped and Thundertron landed on Predaking's back.

Fangs ripped plates from between Predaking's wings. His roar of pain was interrupted as Ripclaw rolled into his side, clawing at the white beast swirling around her. Following her lead, Predaking rolled and crushed Thundertron beneath him. However, the Star Seeker's long claws embedded into his back and no amount of rolling dislodged him.

“You are open!” Deathsaurus cried.

Deathsaurus kicked off Ripclaw and dove onto Predaking’s exposed stomach. Frantic scratches tore Predaking for a moment before Deathsaurus hopped away. A lunging Ripclaw missed him, crashing into Predaking. However, she roared and climbed around him, grabbing Thundertron with her claws and ripping him off Predaking's back. Struggling, Thundertron broke free and loped to Deathsaurus' side.

“They are slow and uncoordinated!” Deathsaurus sneered. “They have never been in a true battle!”

Thundertron snarled through his blood-stained teeth then charged. Predaking slashed at him, but he was nimble for his size: jumping back, landing on his toes, then darting under his stomach. Teeth sank into Predaking's brown thigh. Predaking hopped at the same time as Ripclaw, who hurried away from Deathsaurus, tail snapping but stinger missing and jabbing only the floor. Deathsaurus evaded her and tackled her from the side. As for Predaking, he barely managed to kick off Thundertron before the feline beast clawed his haunch.

Why can we not grab hold of them?  Predaking thought with eyes wide and wild. Why can I not defeat them? I defeated both Optimus Prime and Megatron!

Something wet and sizzling splattered Predaking’s throat. He leapt back and screeched. As Predaking stumbled over his claws, Deathsaurus flew off Ripclaw and landed on Predaking's bloody back. Another glob of acid hit his shoulder. Teeth clamped onto Predaking's throat after Thundertron lunged for it. Side to side, Predaking madly jumped and rolled with both Star Seekers on him. Thundertron's jaws locked while he tore Predaking's face with his front claws, knocking small teeth from Predaking's mouth.

Ripclaw charged in. Finally, Predaking took a good look at her face and realized he had forgotten something crucial: Ripclaw's teeth had been shattered by Overlord. Disadvantaged, she had been torn to shreds and gushed energon from countless cuts. Still, she threw herself at Deathsaurus only for him to spit acid at her. It struck her face and she shut her eyes, shrieked, and faltered. Deathsaurus let her spin on the ground in a pained tornado of spikes and flame. He continued biting into Predaking's wounds, petrifying him with agony.

Both Predaking and Ripclaw collapsed. Chuckling, Deathsaurus crawled off Predaking, prowled up to Ripclaw, and pawed her heavy head. He then exclaimed, "None of you were prepared and your beast forms are limited!"

Predaking growled weakly as energon poured out of his wounds. His vision and hearing grew fuzzy as Overlord commented, “I expected more from these prehistoric beasts. Now, it is no wonder why they went extinct.”

Thundertron and Deathsaurus cackled and tore Predaking further. That is until, Thundertron emitted a sharp mew and slid off. Deathsaurus yelped as well, then vanished. Cracking open his eyes, Predaking witnessed a needle slip out of Deathsaurus' back.

Ripclaw stood, heaving and dripping energon as she curled her tail. Both Star Seekers spasmed, before freezing like toppled statues. Ripclaw heaved a few more times, then sank to the ground.

At that moment, Predaking lost consciousness as well.

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“Stop moving, idiot. I’m not done yet.”

The voice was light and mellifluous, despite the harsh words. Predaking lay still, feeling small fingers graze his bumpy scars.

“I suppose this means you are feeling better.”

Predaking jerked when needles tugged out of him. Although he struggled to open his eyes, once he did, all he could see were blotches of black.

“You will be stiff, but alright after some rest. Refrain from transforming; you can do it once right now to return to bot-form while I’m here to stop any leaking.”

Predaking transformed. Dizzy, he tottered into a wall, pressing his hands against it until his vision cleared. The metal around him was darker than the arena. All was quiet without the roars of the crowd around him. He sighed in relief.

“No bleeding... You're a tough Cybertronian, aren’t you?”

Predaking turned around. A tiny orange, black, and white two-wheeler slung on a medical backpack in the middle of an escort of guards. Standing beside him was Overlord's turquoise Seeker lieutenant, armed with his electric spear.

Trepan!

Predaking's eyes flared open from horror and rage.

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Choice 1: Let Trepan leave....... Go to 5_44
Choice 2: Talk to Trepan.......... Go to 5_91
Choice 3: Shoot Trepan............ Go to 5_87

Notes:

Art:
Thundertron lunges through the fire, Predaking vs Thundertron: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Trepan and his guards: ysf2iu (@ysf2iu on X)

Chapter 125: 5_76

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Song of the arena: The Ultimate Drug by White Bat Audio

Everyone emptied the med bay. Overlord strode ahead while his lieutenants marched Smokescreen out with spear points at his neck. Predaking hopped into the pack of Decepticon soldiers, trying to fit in. He wondered if Overlord had even noticed him yet without his escorts. If he had, Predaking hoped he had seemed like a loyal enough Decepticon to make up for it.

The medics poured out behind them and to Predaking's shock, Arcee and Sideswipe were pushed out on their berths.

This must be one of those gladiatorial fights Overlord has called. But even the wounded must be forced to attend? Please forbid they don't have to participate...

Hellbat skipped up to him. “So you’re a Predacon right? A real one?”

Predaking's eyes stuck to Overlord's back and the spot of pink-purple metal which seemed to be part of a cannon.

“Yes,” Predaking breathed.

“What’s your name?”

The innocent questions stressed Predaking; he wanted to snap and holler at Hellbat for his help. Instead, he lumbered on and exhaled after a pause:

“Predaking.”

“I’m Hellbat. Can I sit beside you?”

Predaking nodded along without understanding, his gaze shifting to Smokescreen. Though he barely knew the Autobot, a protective urge swept over him.

What will become of him? Will he be terminated? Is there nothing I can do to save him?

Another large set of doors parted, revealing the largest indoor space Predaking had ever seen. A circular field lay beneath a glass dome which poured in the sky's purple light. Surrounding it all were two levels of stands, now being filled on one side by Decepticons. Hellbat tugged on Predaking's arm to lead him toward a set of stairs, but before they headed up, Black Shadow and Sixshot manifested beside Predaking.

“Why did you run off?” Black Shadow asked. “That was dangerous, mate.”

Predaking felt thankful for their concern. However, he had no chance to reply as Sixshot said, “Sit tight. We’ll meet with you after.”

Sixshot and Black Shadow jogged after Overlord and his lieutenants as they crossed the field.

“You’re so tall—let's sit at the back!” Hellbat chuckled. “So everyone else can see!”

Predaking obeyed, ascending to the top of the second level of seating. As they settled on a bench, Predaking caught a flash of Krok's bright yellow thighs. Krok, leading Crankcase, Fulcrum, and Misfire, came up to sit beside him. They did not exchange a word, but Predaking nervously set his hands down on the bench.

They wish for revenge on the Autobots. They support Overlord, it seems. Are they here to spy on me?

“Hellbat...” Predaking mumbled. In his peripheral vision, Krok's head turned slightly. “Is the Autobot likely to be executed?”

“Nah,” Hellbat said. “Close to it though! He'll probably get thrown into an unfair match.”

Predaking inhaled slowly. His fingers tapped the bench, but he froze them as Krok watched. Staring ahead, Predaking observed prisoners filling the stands on the other side of the arena: Star Seekers on the top level and Autobots on the lower one. The patients from the med bay were carried up by the medics then left in front row seats. Finally, Predaking spotted Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Chromedome. All four were heavily guarded while led up to the seats beside Sideswipe and Arcee. After them, Ripclaw padded in with her tail dragging. Skylynx and Darksteel trudged in behind her. His brethren searched for Predaking, perking up when they located him among the Decepticons.

Guards seated the three Predacons with their Autobot crewmates, then left. His brethren continued to gaze across the way at Predaking.

If I do nothing to aid the Autobots, then the freedom and safety of my brethren are assured, he thought. Yet I cannot forsake the Autobots, even if that may lead to our extermination... I must find a way to save us all. Is that why my brethren watch me? Have they realized the responsibility and risk is upon me?

The stands bubbled with heads. Predaking estimated three hundred Decepticons, one hundred Autobots, and fifty Star Seekers had been assembled. By now, Overlord had sat down comfortably upon his throne. Sixshot and Black Shadow stood to one side of him, the twin Seeker lieutenants to the other, while Smokescreen crouched in front of them. For now, Smokescreen stayed where he was, staring at his comrades in the stands. Just as Predaking pondered Trepan's whereabouts, the two-wheeler scampered away from the medics setting up a station at the back of the field. He wore a small backpack and slipped around the arena, hopping up onto the throne arm beside Overlord. At once, the two-wheeler leaned close to Overlord to whisper something.

You will see it; Trepan tells him something, then right after, Overlord makes a decision. It couldn’t be clearer.

The truth of Sixshot’s observation chilled Predaking.

Mind control.

Around Predaking, Decepticons gossiped, chuckled, and pointed at Smokescreen. Predaking jumped when Hellbat wrapped his arms around his and leaned into him. More strongly than ever, Predaking realized he did not belong here with them. His spark hammered as he watched Smokescreen. He was not like the others; he was not ready to see him break.

Overlord’s sonorous call shot through speakers at Predaking's feet. He jumped again as the rest of the crowd fell silent.

“This Autobot fancied a little jailbreak!”

Smokescreen stood up and stared at Overlord, trying to puff his chest despite how his lowered back parts gave away his fear.

“That doesn’t happen here,” Overlord said. “No one tries to leave.”

“Yeah?” Smokescreen countered, his tight voice stabbing through the speakers as well. “Just you try stopping us! We’ll find a way out.”

He glanced at the mass of prisoners, hoping find inspired faces. He found none. Every longtime Autobot prisoner stared blankly at him or with pity; Smokescreen’s crewmates waved at him to keep quiet.

Overlord sighed, “Oh my, we can’t have this rowdiness, and I would hate for you to somehow succeed in inspiring your fellows…”

Overlord raised his arm, pointing an enormous black blaster at Smokescreen.

“The price of attempted escape is death…”

Predaking snapped his head to Hellbat. The Autobots of the Nemesis crew screamed and hollered, then tried to climb over the wall of the stands. Overlord casually raised his other arm to aim a blaster at them as well. When Overlord continued to speak, the Autobots froze.

“But…” Overlord lowered his blasters without batting an eye. “All of you are new here and do not yet understand. No, you need to be taught a lesson and killing this child will not suffice. What you truly need to learn is that there is no hope here. Every Autobot bends to my will for their continued existence and to be spared of greater pain. Allow me to demonstrate my control: Star Saber, come forward.”

The Fifth Campaign leader of the Autobots rose. The jaws of the Autobot crewmates dropped as the powerful red, blue, and white Autobot strode past them and hopped over the wall into the arena.

Overlord commanded, “Punish him.”

The Decepticon audience whistled and stomped the floor as Star Saber pulled out a sword and advanced on the much smaller Autobot.

“I am sorry…” Star Saber's voice was strained. “This will be fast.”

“What?” Smokescreen darted away. Star Saber stalked after him, his blade and eyes tracking his movements. Even the thuds of Star Saber's footsteps and Smokescreen's skittering ones pounded through the speakers. All Predaking could think was how much he did not want to hear it all.

But I cannot interrupt the fight with Overlord right there! he despaired.

“Look at what Star Saber is willing to do!” Overlord cried. “The gentle, noble Autobot is willing to harm one of his own simply than oppose me.”

Bulkhead boomed from across the arena, “Star Saber! What are you doing? He’s just a kid!”

Star Saber closed in on Smokescreen. “If it’s not me, it will be Overlord. I have to.”

Smokescreen bore his blasters but hesitated to fire at the Autobot general. 

Whose cruel idea was this? Predaking glanced at the throne. Overlord’s or Trepan’s?

Overlord watched the proceeding with a blank expression, zoned out from either boredom or detachment from the horror taking place. To see that instead of humour on Overlord’s face made Predaking certain he had never seen greater evil.

“Stay back!” Smokescreen wailed, his doors rattling. He leapt away from Star Saber and fired a shot, but the Autobot general dodged it and prowled closer.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack roared and fired their blasters into the arena. Star Saber’s great sword was struck and went flying from his hands. Shocked, Star Saber glanced their way as other prisoners pounced on the Wreckers to restrain them. Shouts of disapproval rang out from the Autobot side of the arena; the Decepticons chuckled. Smokescreen suddenly dove for the sword, grabbing it and hopping back. He backed up to a wall and held out the blade between quivering, stiff arms.

Overlord said, “Go on, Star Saber. Finish him so that I may punish the interlopers next.”

The red warrior charged and backhanded the blade out of Smokescreen’s hands. As it fell, Star Saber rushed through Smokescreen’s panicked blasts, ignoring the sizzling of his own metal. Smokescreen yelped and tried to transform, but Star Saber swung at his gut and cut him off. The smaller Autobot hit the wall and crashed onto his side, coughed, then jumped back to his feet. Star Saber was already upon Smokescreen before he could react, another punch striking his chest and a second smashing Smokescreen’s face like a bludgeon.

Smokescreen stumbled, arm blasters flailing before Star Saber drove his knee into him. When Smokescreen fell, Star Saber pinned him under a knee and raised his fist one last time. Smokescreen gasped loudly, then after a bang, went still. Applause exploded from the Decepticon stands while Star Saber stood up, hung his head, and trudged back to his sword. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and the rest of the Autobot crewmates were too stunned to even holler at the general again.

“You disappoint me, Star Saber,” Overlord sighed. “You avoided using your sword…”

Star Saber froze like a statue halfway through sheathing his weapon.

“... And you knew I wanted you to use it.”

“I-I p-punished him...” Star Saber inhaled.

“That? That was nothing, no grander than a bar fight! No. Use your imagination, Star Saber.”

Star Saber redrew his sword and turned back to Smokescreen as the young Autobot groaned and stirred.

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Choice 1: Protect Smokescreen.......... Go to 5_89
Choice 2: Watch................................. Go to 5_28

 

Star Saber:

Notes:

Art:
The arena: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Overlord and Trepan: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Star Saber punches Smokescreen: chaos_birdie (Tumblr)
Star Saber knees Smokescreen: Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)
Star Saber concept: forgedcold (Instagram)

Chapter 126: 5_77

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Predaking followed Sixshot and Black Shadow as they slowly strolled around the Institute, speaking with individuals and small groups to instill fear of Overlord. Only a few Decepticons were avoided, likely Overlord's original Sixth Campaign soldiers.

Sixshot would ask the soldiers, “If somehow Overlord could be incapacitated... would you remain loyal to him or take the opportunity to escape?”

Time passed by with still no word of Overlord's return. Sixshot and Black Shadow visited the guards in the prison levels and the Nemesis full of Decepticons too anxious to continue repairs. When they returned to the Institute, Predaking spoke up in an empty hall: “So you two are officially committed to betraying Overlord if given the chance.”

“Always have been,” Black Shadow said. “But I'm still not going to act unless there is a hundred percent chance we can end him. Otherwise, we're fragged.”

Predaking told them, “Since we are allies, let me now divulge that we have Autobot spies aiding us.”

“You mean like, Autobots running around here?” Black Shadow blinked.

“Indeed. Let me share more in a private room.”

Predaking and the Campaign leaders stepped out of the hall to behind closed doors.

“Arcee's termination was staged,” Predaking admitted. “She is free and her life signal has been unregistered from the system. The mastermind behind this plan was Rewind, who has been travelling around the Institute undetected all this time.”

Sixshot’s thick eyebrows raised. “I know of Rewind. He could sneak into Hall G and figure out what goes on in there.”

The Minicon dropped from the ceiling, transformed, and landed on Predaking's shoulder.

“You bet!” Rewind declared. “I've already had a look around there, but what I'm really waitin' to see is Trepan and Overlord in Hall G. Otherwise there ain't anything suspicious to see.” 

“Scrap! Right above us?” Black Shadow exclaimed. “I didn't even hear you!”

“I've been following you for cycles.”

“You'd make a scary assassin, frag. You're good.”

Rewind clapped his hands. “Anyway, are you all ready for some intel? Because I think now's the time to act. Trepan is in powerdown in Hall G room 9.”

[Rewind projected a recording on the wall from the camera on his head: Trepan lay over a berth adjusted to his size, his head over his crossed arms and his eyes closed.]

“Ohh so he's totally alone?” Black Shadow grinned. “How about we snatch him now and squeeze Overlord’s weakness out of him!”

Rewind said, “Yeah, Trepan's alone. Lyzack's missing, gone after Overlord, and Leozack's in the morgue. But who knows when Overlord will come back? If you want Trepan, you better get to it.”

Black Shadow proclaimed, “Alright, but we better shut off the comms so Trepan can’t call for help!”

Sixshot warned, “I know you've always wanted to get your hands on him, but if Trepan doesn't spill any secrets, we're done for when Overlord gets back.”

“Now's also a good time to interrogate Leozack,” Rewind added. “He should know everything Trepan does.”

Black Shadow said, “Divide and conquer then, if we jump both Leozack and Trepan now. we might get some useful information before Overlord returns!”

“I'll go with you,” Sixshot declared. “And if we go after one, Predaking can go after the other.”

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Choice 1: Go after Trepan.......... Go to 5_78
Choice 2: Go after Leozack........ Go to 5_79

Chapter 127: 5_78

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You chose to go after Trepan

 

“Leave Trepan to me,” Predaking growled.

“Alright,” Rewind replied. “If you’re sure, then wait for me to unlock the doors to Hall G.”

“Scrap, taking the fun one?” Black Shadow said. “Watch out. Two-wheelers are slippery!”

Rewind hopped off Predaking and the group split. Consulting wall maps, Predaking made his way to Hall G while creeping past Decepticons. Finally, he saw the simple yet intimidating sign. Two guards stood outside of the thick metal doors sealing the hall, worriedly whispering to each other. While waiting for Rewind, Predaking looked out a window and pretended to be interested in the storm.

Predaking's watched the tumultuous purple clouds with dread as he imagined Overlord breaking through them at any moment. The more time that passed, the hotter and sicker Predaking felt wondering if they would lose their chance to get Trepan. He kept waiting for the doors to open, until he realized that Rewind had said nothing about opening them, just unlocking them.

Predaking spun and charged toward the doors.

One of the guards hollered, “Hey! Hey!”

They raised their blasters and fired. Predaking hurled both guards aside and punched the button to open the doors, but the pad blared in refusal without a given code.

One guard rolled across the floor and shouted, “Overlord! The Predacon is trying to enter Hall G!”

There was silence in response.

“Overlord?”

Predaking transformed and lunged at the doors, raking claws and blasting fire. Alarms triggered, shrilly ringing and flashing lights until they were abruptly turned off. Rewind had no chance to take further action before Predaking tore down the doors himself. Surging through the smoking wreckage, Predaking streaked past numbered rooms, rounded a corner, and skidded to a halt when Trepan stepped out in front of him. The small doctor groggily gazed at him and fumbled while putting on his glasses.

“It’s about time—” Trepan began, before his drowsiness faded and his eyes flew open.

Predaking transformed to snarl, "Overlord's weakness—tell me it now!"

Trepan's pupils narrowed and his jaw hung. From his shaking hands, his glasses tumbled to the floor.

Predaking's arm changed into a blaster and pointed at Trepan. A shriek flew out Trepan's throat before he darted back into the room he had come from. Predaking sprang forward but doors closed in his face.

"G-9! Predaking!” Trepan cried from within.

Claws digging into metal, Predaking ripped down the door. “Overlord cannot hear you!”

An orange, black, and white streak shot through his legs. Predaking’s wild eyes rolled and he spun around to the two-wheeler zipping down the hall. Claws replaced his blaster as Predaking hit the ground in beast-form, shrieking and scrambling after Trepan.

The doctor veered around the corner and dodged a beam of fire. The flames hit the wall before Predaking slammed into it then charged on. The two-wheeler swerved side-to-side but Predaking's second beam caught Trepan and enveloped him in flames. Screaming, Trepan pushed on before he transformed and sailed over the wreckage of the doorway. He somersaulted a few times then he fell on his front with flopped arms and legs. As Trepan pushed himself up, he noticed Sixshot and Black Shadow jogging down the hall.

“Help me!” Trepan screeched.

Predaking prowled over the wreckage. Choking, Trepan scooted closer to the other Decepticons.

Sixshot chuckled, “You couldn't do it quietly, Predaking?”

“W-what?” Trepan whispered.

A slow smile spread across Black Shadow's face and he stalked forward as though he no longer felt his injuries.

“Come here, cyberkitten," the Seeker jeered.

“Overlord!” Trepan shrieked.

Trepan darted between them and tried to transform, yet a lightning-fast kick knocked off his front wheel. The doctor crashed down in bot-mode with energon dripping from his back. As Trepan's wheel bounced off the ceiling back to the floor, Black Shadow grasped his own ankle and bellowed in pain.

“Ow, frag!” Black Shadow roared.

Sixshot dove at Trepan. The large Decepticon dropped to the floor, his hands wrestling a writhing, caterwauling blur. While Sixshot grunted and struggled, everyone heard the slashing shrieks of sliced metal. Suddenly, Sixshot pulled back with a holler and Trepan shot free. The doctor sprinted away with bloodied scalpels extended from his fingertips, leaving Sixshot to gawk at his own shredded forearms.

Decepticon soldiers bolted into the hall from the commotion. They jumped back when Trepan pushed through them, then screamed when a gnashing Predacon charged in behind him. Eyes locked on Trepan, Predaking carelessly clawed aside all other Decepticons to clear the way. Whichever Decepticons fired at his back, he struck down with his lashing, bladed tail. At last, Predaking lunged for Trepan but missed as the two-wheeler hopped into a stairwell.

Jamming himself in the doorway, Predaking snarled and tugged until he squeezed through. Trepan rapidly ascended, leaping and climbing the stair rails. Clambering, Predaking raced up the flights of stairs after him.

Trepan reached the top floor and sprinted out into the hall.

“Please help!” he sobbed. “Hall T—”

Predaking exploded from the stairwell and thundered after the doctor. Trepan squalled and fled, his lithe legs a blur beneath him. While he was swift, Predaking’s bounds carried him far and closed the gap between them.

Trepan threw himself at a keypad on a wall, jabbing its buttons with a smooth finger. Without his glasses, he struggled and screamed until the door behind him shut on Predaking's fanged face. The barrier did not last long before Predaking tore it down and raced on. They pelted past a shining stretch of windows, Predaking once again gaining on Trepan.

A turquoise jet burst through the glass. Shards sparkled and flew as Leozack transformed to bot-mode and hurled a spear into Predaking's chest. Electricity jolted him but did not stop him from pouncing on Leozack and slamming him down. At the last moment, Predaking noticed Hellbat had been standing behind the lieutenant. Powerful waves struck Predaking with extreme fatigue and immediately his grip on Leozack loosened. His chin hit the floor and through fluttering eyes, Predaking watched Hellbat drag Leozack to safety behind him so he could rise and prepare another spear.

Two massive jets zipped through the broken windows and transformed. Black Shadow hit Hellbat with a flying punch, crunching the side of his head and mangling his membranes. Sixshot slammed his giant foot against Leozack, crushing the small Seeker into the wall.

Black Shadow tore the spear from Predaking's chest. "Let's go!"

Hellbat dropped without a sound. Leozack fell to his knees, wheezing, as Predaking leapt over him. Sixshot and Black Shadow transformed and jetted down the hall, keeping ahead of Predaking until they all caught back up with Trepan. They spied the heel of his vanishing foot up one last flight of stairs, then they ran up the way he had gone.

Above them, they heard him weep, “They’re trying to kill me...”

“Are you on the roof now?” Overlord’s smooth voice flowed from Trepan’s comm link.

“Y-yes... I-I made it but...”

Trepan caterwauled when Sixshot, Black Shadow, and Predaking emerged onto the rooftop with blasters aimed at him.

“You sneaky glitch!” Black Shadow shouted over the thunder. “A private comm link?”

“P-please, stop...” Trepan backed away.

“Don’t you fragging move!” Black Shadow snapped. “Tell us right now what Overlord’s weakness is! Tell us how we kill him!”

“N-no!” Trepan wailed.

“For every time you don't give me an answer, I'll take a body part off you!”

“No! No!”

“Trepan, speak!” Sixshot barked.

Blasterfire peppered them. Trepan balled up on the ground and his assailants snapped their gazes up to a small blue jet.

“It’s Lyzack!” Black Shadow called.

They glanced behind her, but Overlord was not in sight. Sixshot fired at Lyzack while Black Shadow snatched Trepan, fighting to hold him down as he kicked and scratched.

“How do we kill him?” Black Shadow roared over Trepan’s yowling.

A spear shot through Black Shadow's head and out his mouth. Predaking gaped; Sixshot stopped firing.

Leozack heaved at the doorway with his chest plates cracked and oozing. Sixshot stared at him, his eyes wide and body motionless. Predaking fired at Leozack, ignoring Lyzack’s blasts as they scorched his back. Leozack jumped down the stairs, but Predaking did not pursue him as orange moved in his peripheral vision. Trepan skittered to the edge of the roof and waved desperately at Lyzack. She hurtled toward Trepan, yet just as Predaking aimed at her, Overlord’s voice rang out again.

“Get down, Trepan.”

Trepan dropped and covered his head.

After a boom, pink light flashed. Sixshot’s head and upper torso vanished, replaced by air and sizzling metal. Then, his body dropped beside Black Shadow's.

Slowly, Predaking turned to look behind him. A tank-jet descended from the storm clouds, lightning striking it and wrapping around its blue, white, and turquoise form. Predaking threw himself to the side before Overlord's cannon fired again. The rooftop shuddered from the blast. Heat seared Predaking's legs and he was knocked off his feet As the smoke cleared, Lyzack landed on the roof. She scooped up Trepan then jumped off the roof and disappeared.

Predaking looked over the bodies of the Campaign Leaders then to Overlord. Shock petrified him as he realized he was now alone.

Transforming, Predaking took off into the sky. His wings became a snapping orange blur and his spark burned like a fire in his chest. His eyes locked onto the horizon and he could think no clear thoughts, hoping only that somehow he could fly faster than the heavy jet. The thunder deafened Predaking as he streaked over the glimmering land, rasping in fear. He could not distinguish the sound of Overlord’s engines from the thunder until it was too late.

An impenetrable force dive-bombed Predaking and snapped his back. Predaking curled the wrong way and clucked, then plummeted. Staring upward, Predaking watched Overlord transform and fall after him. He feebly tried to turn, but Overlord crashed onto his back, kicked and broke one of his wings, then wrapped his legs around his neck. Hands clenched the sides of Predaking’s face, but he was too hurt to fight Overlord’s hold. For a moment, Predaking saw the white face and crazed pink eyes over him, before Overlord messily tore his head from his body.

---

Game Over: Why do I hear boss music?

Notes:

I wrote this scene to JoJo Golden Wind. I imagined Overlord appearing at the piano part haha

Art:
Game over scenes: Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)

Chapter 128: 5_79

Notes:

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You chose to go after Leozack

 

“I will take Leozack,” Predaking announced.

Rewind said, “Basement level 7 is where the morgue is. I will sever comms before you all reach your targets.”

Rewind hopped off Predaking and the group split. As Predaking headed toward the nearest elevator, he considered if one of Overlord's lieutenants could pose him a threat.

I could handle one of their electric spears. I would tear it out of myself immediately. Apart from that weapon, Leozack would be just like Starscream.

Predaking slowed his pace.

However, I do not need to threaten Leozack if there is another way I can draw information from him...

Predaking wandered off to find a Decepticon and ask, “Where would I find Hellbat at this time?”

“Hellbat?” she said. “Huh, well if you need the therapy turbofox, he might still be hopping around on the ground floor.”

Predaking headed there before the basement. Soon enough, he found Hellbat passing out quick hugs and reassuring words to the other soldiers.

Hellbat told them, “Just because Megatron renounced the cause, doesn’t mean it’s over! It’s about more than him, isn’t it?”

“Hellbat,” Predaking said.

The white and blue Seeker twirled.

Predaking continued, “I require your assistance with something.”

“Oh? You do?”

“With Leozack.”

“Is he okay?” Hellbat gasped. “Do you know where he is? Oh, he must be so stressed after what just happened, but I didn't see him and I was afraid to call him...”

“I know his location,” Predaking replied.

Hellbat trotted after Predaking into the elevator which descended to basement level 7.

“The storage level? Oh… I see…” Hellbat trailed off.

The hall that opened before them was darker than the prison levels, lit by only one dim light. As Predaking stepped forward, another dim light powered on.

Hellbat said, “Thank you, Predaking. I’ll make him feel better!”

Lights illuminated the Seeker's path to a room ahead, where he stopped to open the door and step inside. 

Now I shall wait, Predaking thought. Leozack may be more cooperative if calm; furthermore, if Hellbat's old feelings against Overlord reawaken, he could convince this lieutenant to betray his general.

Predaking's thoughts drifted to Sixshot and Black Shadow: he hoped there had been no issues in cornering Trepan. If Overlord had already returned, the others could now be getting torn apart and he wouldn't hear their screams through the floors. Predaking shook his head, trying to banish the idea that spiked his pulse. He marched up to the room M-5 and barged in.

The immense room stretched on like a hall. The echoing open space halted Predaking mid-step and his eyes flickered over the hundreds of coffins stacked from the start to the end of the room. A chill skittered down his back as he saw the Autobot insignias scorched onto each one.

Hellbat was buried in the lieutenant's arms and running his hands soothingly down Leozack's wings. For a moment, Leozack's eyes remained half-closed, then they shot open and noticed Predaking. In a panic, Leozack shoved Hellbat back and drew a spear from the side of his hip.

“What are you doing here?” Leozack cried.

“He sent me,” Hellbat purred.

“He has no reason to care about me!" Leozack snapped. “I think he's here to squeeze information from me! He wouldn’t be the first!”

“I am not here to threaten you...” Predaking uttered. Leozack’s eyes hardened. “I simply want to know… why Overlord reacted the way he did.”

“That’s obvious.” Leozack tossed his head.

Hellbat chirped, “Well, Predaking’s young and wouldn’t know anything about gladiators, right? I guess it was a huge surprise to see Overlord's reaction! Is it true that he screamed?”

Leozack sighed, “Oh, he screamed… and that was only the weakest expression of what he truly felt. You cannot fathom it.”

Leozack's red eyes squinted as he glanced back at Predaking.

“Why did you ask me that? You could have asked Sixshot and Black Shadow, your escorts.”

“They do not know Overlord as well as you," Predaking replied. "Their explanations were lacking. Why does Megatron’s defection affect Overlord to this extent?”

Leozack slackened his grip on his spear slightly. “Well, everyone knows that Overlord’s feelings go beyond simple loyalty. He had always admired Megatron from the first speech he'd heard. And later on, Megatron had saved him on more than one occasion. Overlord was sure to serve Megatron with all of his spark ever since.”

“What will happen now? Will we still attack Cybertron?” Predaking asked.

“Most likely,” Leozack replied, “if we can just get him to calm down and see that the cause is more than Megatron. Because Megatron had such an impact on his life, he is the Decepticon cause to Overlord.”

“Do you believe that Overlord can be calmed?” 

“We will help him overcome this,” Leozack assured him. “Our general will be ready for the attack.”

Predaking pressed, “Are you not concerned for your own safety?”

“No, Overlord would never hurt us.”

“Yet he has gone mad."

Leozack set the butt of the spear onto the floor. “Overlord is not insane; he won’t lash out at loyal Decepticons.”

“How can you be sure? Did you see his optics?” Predaking demanded.

Hellbat said, “Leo, are you really sure he won’t hurt us now?”

“You should know better!” Leozack cried at Hellbat. “You are a Sixth Campaign Decepticon! Overlord cares about us and all Decepticons! Don't understate his courage when he risked his own life to become a test subject! If it weren’t for Overlord, all of us would have been killed by Maximus by now! Overlord finished the Elban war so no one else would die. He went to Thrull and to Gigantion to save more Decepticons from their conflicts. Whether Megatron is there to impress or not, Overlord protects every last Decepticon. He trains us hard so that when he isn’t there to protect us, we won’t fall.”

Leozack’s fingers curled tight around his spear again.

Coldly, he concluded, “You will never understand how much he sacrificed for us. I can’t even tell you.”

Predaking spotted movement behind a coffin in the room.

Hellbat whined, “Why not? If it’s so important, you should tell us! And you can tell me, can’t you? Aren’t we close?”

Arcee peeked out. She pointed up. Predaking glanced to the ceiling; Arcee shook her head and jerked her finger up a few times.

Leave? Go back up? Predaking was confused, then thought, Did they get somewhere with Trepan? Has Overlord returned?

“Drop it, Hellbat. You know I can’t tell you,” Leozack said.

Predaking rumbled, “I suppose if it is a secret of Overlord’s, you should not pry.”

Leozack looked surprised, then satisfied. He watched Predaking begin to leave, then told Hellbat, “Yes, exactly. Now, if you want to be a helper and not a pest, we might need to make a lot more coffins for tomorrow.”

Predaking slipped out of the room as Hellbat exclaimed, “I’m sorry that I was bothering you! I’ll help~!”

Arcee somehow popped out in front of the elevator to meet him.

“Overlord is back,” she said. “We need to regroup and share what we learned.”

---

Continue to 5_12

Notes:

Art:

Leozack and Hellbat in the morgue: Roar/Breno

Chapter 129: 5_80

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You chose to not trust Krok

 

"We do not require your assistance," Predaking growled.

"Don't be so harsh," Sixshot said. "They sound sincere, Predaking. We should allow Krok to help us."

"Krok is not an ally!" Predaking flung out his arm.

"Stop being stubborn. I trust him. Let's share everything we know."

"Just like that? And what has he done to prove himself?"

Krok and Crankcase huffed in exasperation; Spinister crossed his arms.

"Now you sound like a stupid bloody Autobot," Crankcase muttered.

"Ignore him," Sixshot said. "This is everything we know and what we are doing now..."

Sixshot talked over Predaking's interruptions. Krok and his Decepticons, including those in their cells, calmly listened even after Sixshot revealed their spies.

“So Hall G, room 9,” Krok exhaled. “Whatever they see in there is all we have to possibly learn how to defeat Overlord.”

When Spinister spoke, Predaking nearly jolted. He had believed him to be mute, but now a smooth educated voice rang out behind his mask.

“I am not sure if it is still relevant, nevertheless, long ago I was one of the pit surgeons who installed more weaponry into Overlord's system. We met a few times and I believe he remembers me, thus is fond of me. If we need to mislead him, he may believe any lies that I speak.”

Krok blinked quickly at Spinister. “I did not know you had known him in the past. That may not be necessary, but we will keep it in—”

“Sixshot!” Black Shadow cried over the other general’s comms. “We got something! We’re coming!”

They all looked up when they heard skittering in the ceiling, then a sign popped from a wall and Rewind hopped out. Jumping across Sixshot, Rewind landed on Predaking's hand while Arcee widened the hole to slip through.

“I don’t know what we saw, but it’s something!" Rewind declared. "Trepan, he is brainwashing Overlord! We have the proof! Look!”

Although Black Shadow was still absent, Rewind could not wait to project the video onto a wall.

Predaking glared at Krok and his soldiers. "Should they be permitted to—"

"Shh!" Crankcase snarled.

---

Trepan paced until Lyzack and Overlord appeared, unaware of Rewind's camera and the eyes peeking through the ceiling in the back of the room. Overlord lay down on a flat berth adjusted to his size, then shifted the plates on his shoulder. Trepan slid a needle between them and turned a dial so that gas hissed into Overlord.

---

“He’s letting Trepan sedate him,” Sixshot whispered as they watched. “He doesn’t know better to resist.”

---

Overlord sat up slightly, propping himself up with his elbows. When Trepan sprang onto the berth behind him, Overlord shifted his helm plating to reveal an underlayer of blue metal. Two scalpels burst from Trepan's fingertips and cut into Overlord's metal.

---

Black Shadow arrived, saw the projection, and gasped, “What in the actual pits of Kaon?”

---

Trepan leaned in closer, blocking more of Rewind’s view. The doctor flicked on a light on his glasses then snuck his fingers into the back of Overlord’s head. Trepan fiddled for a few moments, then pulled back and closed the operation site. After which, Overlord shifted his impenetrable armour back in place.

---

“Overlord exposed his unarmoured metal to Trepan,” Sixshot breathed. “Why would he do that? I understand he isn’t fully conscious of his actions right now, but how did Trepan convince him to do that the first time?”

---

Trepan dragged in another needled tube and injected Overlord's other shoulder. Bright blue wormed through the tube into his body at the same time Overlord jolted and his eyes flew open. Making choking sounds, he writhed and nearly yanked free of the needles. Lyzack held his arm and pushed the needles deeper in. A few moments later, Overlord fell back and shut his eyes.

Lyzack and Trepan stepped back and watched Overlord, until Leozack burst into the room. Pausing, Leozack assessed the situation and sighed. 

“Thank Primus,” Leozack said. “He finally listened. I thought we would lose him for good after he ran off…”

“Stupid fragger,” Trepan muttered.

The three all continued to stare at Overlord, until Rewind and Arcee pulled back and the footage ended.

---

“By the Allspark, Sixshot!” Black Shadow gasped. “Those three—”

“It is not what it looks like,” Spinister interrupted. “It is not brainwashing. Trepan must be a medical genius because I believe he is treating a disease that is supposed to be fatal.”

Black Shadow spluttered.

Rewind exclaimed, “What?”

“The evidence for my hypothesis lies not only in this footage, but in everything we have learned about Overlord. First: Overlord lacks a sense of touch, as Star Saber described. Second: Overlord is nearly incapable of feeling emotion. Third: he was immune to Hellbat’s ability. Fourth: he did not appear to refuel or recharge. Now, the colour of Overlord’s optics revealed he was energon deficient. Why? Because he cannot refuel or recharge without Trepan. The back of the processor where Trepan just operated on is the region that controls these processes. It looks like Overlord has Regulatory Region Failure: RRF.”

Everyone stared at Spinister.

Spinister carried on, “The regulatory region is responsible for energon processing, recharge, and most of our emotions. Most often, patients with RRF do not survive longer than a decacycle without care, a lunarcycle with care. In conclusion, Overlord does not protect Trepan because he was brainwashed to do it; Trepan is the one keeping him online.”

Jaws dropped.

“Overlord’s weakness was Trepan all along,” Spinister said.

Black Shadow cried, “Then by killing Trepan, we kill Overlord? It's that simple?”

Krok held out his hands. “Hold it. Everyone, hold it. We have to plan smart. If we just kill Trepan, consider what will happen: Overlord will still not die immediately. Knowing he is doomed, Overlord will not hesitate to kill us all. What we do instead… is take Trepan hostage.”

Arcee said, “We’re listening.”

Krok nodded at her. “Within this building are the most strategic minds Optimus and Megatron ever selected for leadership: three Autobot Campaign leaders, three Decepticon Campaign leaders, and the Commander of the Wreckers. If we combine our heads, we can figure out how to get everyone off Elba while stranding Overlord here. Without Trepan and without a ship to escape, Overlord will just die of natural causes. We have one night to make that become a reality.”

“We can clear the prison levels of Decepticon guards.” Sixshot nodded at Black Shadow. “We have the authority to send them to the Nemesis. It has been decades since any of these prisoners attempted to escape; no one sees a point in standing guard anyway.”

“You just gave me an idea,” Krok said. “If we can work down here without being seen… Excellent. I have solved the problem of Overlord’s ship collection.”

“You have?” Sixshot asked.

“Fulcrum. Fulcrum unguarded with the supplies of this resource-rich science institute can produce a lot of bombs.”

Fulcrum made a nervous sound from his cell.

Sixshot pressed, “Could he blow up all the ships? What about the Ark, the Nemesis, and the Tidal Wave?”

Krok replied, “If all the ships are fuelled, you can bet Fulcrum will slap the biggest bombs onto their energon tanks to damage them beyond repair!”

Rewind said, “I know where the shipyard is. I can get the bombs out there without being seen.”

“Oh! Now I have an idea,” Black Shadow added. “We explode the other ships but keep the Nemesis. We can fit everyone in it and get off Elba. Let's snag it tomorrow once it's repaired.”

Sixshot said, “Let’s talk to Star Saber and Maximus to hear any additional ideas they may have.”

“Before we get ahead of ourselves,” Krok decided. “Let me check in with Fulcrum.”

---

Continue to 5_57

Chapter 130: 5_81

Notes:

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You chose to go after Leozack

 

“I will take Leozack,” Predaking announced.

Rewind said, “Basement level 7 is where the morgue is. I will sever comms before you all reach your targets.”

Rewind hopped off Predaking and the group split. As Predaking headed toward the nearest elevator, he considered if one of Overlord's lieutenants could pose him a threat.

I could handle one of their electric spears. I would tear it out of myself immediately. Apart from that weapon, Leozack would be just like Starscream.

Predaking slowed his pace then waited at the elevator to provide Rewind more time to prepare. Finally, he entered and headed down to the deepest level of the Institute. The hall that opened before him was darker than the prison levels, lit by only one dim light. As he stepped forward, another dim light powered on. All was silent except for the faintest of scraping noises. Predaking thudded toward the sounds and switched one of his arms into a blaster. The sounds paused, but Predaking had already deduced the room they had originated: M-5.

Predaking struck the button to open the door, then barged in. Leozack froze with his spear already drawn as Predaking's blaster landed on him.

"I see," Leozack muttered.

Predaking growled, "I have questions for you."

"If you walk away..." Leozack replied. "You get to live. I won't mention this interaction with Overlord."

"This ends now. I will not allow Overlord to reach Cybertron and slaughter hundreds. You will tell me how Overlord can be defeated."

"Last chance," Leozack said.

"No," Predaking hissed. "Answer me. Overlord cannot hear you."

Leozack narrowed his eyes. "You cut the comms?"

"Communications are down. You and I are alone here." Predaking bobbed his blaster to remind him of its presence.

"Predaking," Leozack sighed. "I will never betray Overlord. Kill me then, so be it. At least I am already in the morgue."

Predaking's eyes lifted over Leozack's head, soaking in the immense room which stretched on like a hall. Hundreds of coffins were stacked on each side of the room, each stamped with the Autobot insignia.

"Are you a killer, Predaking?" Leozack's face was deadpan. "What was your plan if I refused to talk? You won't get anything out of me if I am offline. So what, will you torture me? Start now, then. Waste your time until Overlord comes back."

"Pain may weaken your resolve," Predaking uttered.

"My loyalty is infallible. I will do nothing that will harm those I care about."

"Can you not see that Overlord is a monster?"

"Monster?" Leozack scoffed. "No, he isn't. Overlord is a hero, Predaking. The monster here is Fortress Maximus. He was a Guildmaster before the War. He assigned children to slavery and lonely, gruesome deaths. He and thousands of other Decepticons are the victims of the Autobots who now call themselves good moral bots. Overlord has every right to despise the Autobots and punish them."

"I do not know the past, but I know the present: the Autobots have established peace on Cybertron and have allowed Decepticons to live alongside them."

Leozack huffed, "Allowed, huh?"

"Not in the negative sense of the word."

"Oh?" Leozack chuckled dryly. "Are you saying no Decepticons have been locked up? That the Autobots accepted them with open arms? And compared to how many Decepticons have been locked up, how many Autobots are also in prison for their 'war crimes'?"

"Things are changing for the better. There will be an election to appoint Autobot and Decepticon leaders on Cybertron so that they may share power."

"Overlord will not accept sharing power with those that scarred him."

Predaking responded, "Precisely why we must stop him."

"You don't want to stop him; you want to kill him," Leozack said. "And you cannot convince me to end his life after everything he sacrificed for us."

Predaking bared his teeth. His blaster arm twitched then shot Leozack in the wing. The Seeker cried and spun as a piece of metal flew away, then he dropped to the floor with his wing sizzling at the tip. Predaking stomped up to where he lay.

"No more discussion!" Predaking roared.

Leozack gasped in pain and glanced at Predaking, wide-eyed.

"Are you ready to reveal Overlord's weakness?" Predaking aimed his blaster at the Seeker's other wing.

Leozack yelled, "Do as you will! Even now, I am still loyal!"

Predaking fired. A hole burned through Leozack's other wing. Shouting in agony, Leozack rolled to his other side and pressed into the ground.

Predaking lowered his blaster to Leozack's lower leg, but his aim trembled with his spark.

Leozack wheezed, "I will never—"

"Your body will be destroyed," Predaking coughed. "Speak now!"

Leozack did not. Predaking's gut clenched when he fired again, incinerating Leozack's knee and only receiving a scream as response. Leozack's lower leg crumbled off at the joint, and the Seeker pulled his thigh in to hug it. Golden tears streamed down his face and his teeth were bared in a grimace.

"What is Overlord's weakness?" Predaking's shaking blaster shifted to Leozack's other leg.

"You're dead," Leozack sobbed.

"You are at my mercy... Answer me now!"

"I have a family... You may kill me and that will cut them deep, but by Primus, you'll never make me hurt them! If I betrayed them, I couldn't live with myself anyway..."

Predaking stumbled back as the faces of his brethren flashed through his mind. He felt washed in shame and disgust in himself as he gazed at the Seeker he had mutilated. However, the distress to protect his own loved ones kept him from retracting his blaster.

Something flitted behind Leozack. Predaking's eyes rose to where Arcee jumped out from behind a coffin. Her arms flailed and her fingers jabbed upward.

Leave? Predaking's eyebrows furrowed.

When Predaking stared at her motionlessly for too long, Arcee shouted, "Overlord is coming!"

Leozack buried his face into his arm and wept, "Save me..."

The floor began to tremble underfoot. Predaking's jaw slowly dropped.

"Run!" Acree cried.

Heavy booms clapped down the hall and the all loose objects in the room shook. As his body stiffened, Arcee called at him one last time before she vanished.

"I warned you," Leozack choked. "I warned you... then I let him listen to our conversation through our private comm link..."

The door exploded after a massive blue and white body charged through it. Predaking hollered and tripped backward, but thick hands wrapped around his head before he could fall. Crazed pink eyes filled his vision, then one squeeze brought him darkness.

---

Game Over: You were already dead

Notes:

Leozack: "Omae wa mou shinde iru"
Predaking: "Nani?!"

Art:
Leozack in the morgue: Roar/ Breno
Leozack torture: Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)

Chapter 131: 5_82

Notes:

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Edited by Shira_Illustra

Spitting Acid by White Bat Audio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG3hgKuqpIA

You chose Ripclaw

 

“I will take Ripclaw,” Predaking swallowed.

She jolted, first looking horrified that she had been chosen, before she shoved down her fear and leapt over the wall. Landing in the arena, she limped up to Predaking in beast mode.

I did not consider her injuries! Predaking’s pulse quickened.

“Interesting!” Overlord called from his throne. “Her tail must be a formidable weapon for you to have chosen the most severely wounded Predacon to fight with you!”

As Ripclaw came to stand shakily beside Predaking, he looked over her dents with wide eyes. Then he glanced at Overlord, who tilted his head in a way that innocently suggested, You made this decision, not me.

Ripclaw growled worriedly. Predaking told her, “Your wounds are welded and your armour is strong. We two Predacons, the mightiest of all Cybertronians, will defeat these two common beast-types!”

The Star Seeker Deathsaurus guffawed. “Such arrogance! He dragged a bot falling apart into the arena and he believes they can still defeat us based on their species? I feel embarrassed on their behalf.”

In a harsher voice and accent, Thundertron snarled, “Slaughter that pathetic Cybertronian beast, then join me in eviscerating her arrogant leader!”

[The leonine face exploded from Thundertron’s chest with igniting blue eyes. Falling onto all fours, Thundertron flung out long golden claws and dragged them over the energon-stained floor. While he bared his bright blue fangs, a thin bladed tail lashed behind his scarred body. Beside him, Deathsaurus burst into a white draconic beast with a long neck and tail. His wings whipped out and flashed razor-sharp feathers. A fanged beak replaced his scowling mouth and golden antlers sprouted from his head.]

Blinking, Predaking was shocked by Deathsaurus' resemblance to a Predacon; albeit, he was much smaller. Predaking transformed and loomed over the Star Seekers, flared his wings, and shrieked. Ripclaw took a moment to participate in the show, but then she curled her claws, spread her wings, and shrieked with him. Together, they cast their shadows over their opponents. In response, Thundertron roared, Deathsaurus screeched, then they launched themselves at the Predacons.

The roars of the crowd became a muffled drone as Predaking zoned in on the battle. He braced himself for Thundertron, but flames shot from Deathsaurus' throat at his face. As the light blinded Predaking, Thundertron lunged through the fire and sank his teeth into his muzzle. Golden claws raked his cheeks and Predaking thrashed his head, snarling and warming fire in his chest. Before Predaking released a ball of flame, metal wings flapped and Thundertron landed on Predaking's back.

Ripclaw sharply shrieked; Predaking snapped his gaze to the side. Deathsaurus squatted on Ripclaw’s back, holding her tail and biting it below the pincer. With a snap of Deathsaurus' beak, the grasping pincer fell free. As Predaking gawked, Thundertron dove and locked his jaws onto his throat. Predaking screeched and bounced on his claws, swatting at the Star Seeker and frantically tossing his neck. Thundertron fastened himself. Curling his body, Thundertron scored Predaking’s throat with his hind claws and ripped his face with his front ones. Teeth were torn from Predaking's mouth and his eyes shut to protect them. 

Shuddering in pain, Predaking nearly collapsed. At last, he wrapped his claws around Thundertron and pried the beast off his neck. Energon poured down his face into his eyes at the same time Ripclaw roared desperately. Abandoning Thundertron, Predaking charged toward her until his eyes cleared and saw Deathsaurus slicing into her injured gut. Before Predaking could lunge, Thundertron slammed onto his back and shredded his wings. Predaking halted, unable to control his body as his back curled and he screeched.

Predaking rolled toward Ripclaw as Deathsaurus pulled off her abdominal plates. Suddenly, Deathsaurus twisted his head and spat directly at Predaking’s face. Something wet and sizzling splattered Predaking's eyes, burning them and blinding him. Predaking buckled, shrieking until he transformed to bot mode to restore his sight. He reached back and yanked Thundertron off him.

"Stop the fight!" Trepan cried.

Overlord did not respond. Predaking bellowed when Deathsaurus shoved his face into Ripclaw's stomach and yanked out a string of organs.

"How disappointing," Overlord rumbled. "I expected better from Shockwave."

Predaking charged with a deafening roar, pulling a blaster from his arm and pointing it at Deathsaurus. Thundertron struck his arm, flinging it aside, before launching at his face. In the scramble to fight off Thundertron and reach Deathsaurus, Predaking could hardly see. There was a flash of a great puddle of energon around Ripclaw. Then, Thundertron's blue mass leapt past his face. Deathsaurus' yellow beak shot at his eyes and his weight crashed into him.

Both Star Seekers shoved Predaking to the ground and tore into him. From where he lay, Predaking glimpsed Ripclaw’s dimly glowing eyes and Overlord sitting far behind with a bored expression. However, Trepan's quick movements stole Predaking's attention as the two-wheeler pounded Overlord's arm.

You! This is your fault! Predaking's mind cried.

Predaking hollered, pointing his blaster at the medic.

If I must die, my final act shall be to take out the one pulling Overlord’s strings!

Predaking fired. Overlord's hand shot out in time to cover Trepan. The smaller bot yelped before Overlord exploded from the throne so fast that he nearly fell onto all fours. He sprinted across the field. One hand snatched Thundertron and the other Deathsaurus, then Overlord flung the Star Seekers aside and uncovered Predaking.

His foot slammed down on Predaking’s head before he could think another thought.

---

Game Over: Ripclaw was not ready for this

Notes:

Art:
Thundertron lunges through the fire, Predaking vs Thundertron: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)
Overlord stomps Predaking's head: AlexDeMaster

Chapter 132: 5_83

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You chose to watch and do nothing for Chromedome

 

Predaking’s spark screamed at him to act, but still, he was petrified by fear.

“Heh,” Overlord said suddenly. “Always so clever.”

Trepan slid back from Overlord's audio receptor.

Overlord went on, “I do like the idea of adding another Campaign Leader to my collection. Chromedome is no renowned warrior, but the Fourth Campaign Leader indeed he was!—And to have the Fourth, the Fifth, and the Sixth Autobot Campaign Leaders all in my custody... Lord Megatron will be unable to contain his delight!”

Overlord waved at Krok, who hesitantly backed away from the bleeding Autobot. Trepan raced to Chromedome with scalpels and welding torches flying out from his fingertips.

“You are lucky that Optimus made you special,” Overlord told Chromedome. “Now, you can live and join Star Saber and Maximus as my trophies.”

As the doctor knelt down to repair Chromedome's neck, he stared at Overlord and his unfaltering smirk.

“Damn… you…” Chromedome croaked. “I won’t be… your…”

“Shht!” Trepan hissed.

Overlord summoned the other medics. Spinister nearly teleported into the field, scooping up Krok and taking him to the back. Other Decepticon medics helped repair Krok while the Autobot ones worked on Chromedome's lower injuries, leaving Trepan to the mortal wound. Finally, Chromedome was carried away and Trepan returned to his post.

Overlord announced. “Now, shall we continue the program?”

The sea of Decepticons cheered and whistled.

“I am saving a special fight for the end!” Overlord proclaimed. “But just before that spectacular conclusion, there is another test I wish to perform. Krok’s Decepticons, our new comrades—I am curious to see what level of combat skill you possess! And I hope you match your leader’s fervour!”

Beside Predaking, Fulcrum inhaled, “U-us?”

“Come on.” Crankcase pulled up Misfire and Fulcrum. The three headed down the stairs and slid over the wall. When they dropped into the arena, Misfire and Fulcrum instantly huddled and stared at the Autobots in the opposite stands.

Spinister started to enter the field, but Overlord called out, “No, not you, Spinister. Stay where you are.”

The Decepticon medic retreated while Overlord scanned the Autobots.

“Wing and Waver, into the arena!”

Two red and white Autobots leapt from the stands into the field. Misfire and Fulcrum scrambled back until they pressed against the wall.

“Oh dear,” Overlord sighed. “Are you afraid to fight Autobots? Where is the Decepticon fire in your sparks?”

Crankcase changed his arm into a blaster and growled at his comrades, “Pull yourselves together! There’s only two of them! Let’s kick some Autobot tailpipe!”

Fulcrum and Misfire transformed their arms into blasters as the Autobots stalked closer. One of the Autobots taunted, “Come on, you slimy ‘Cons. Afraid to go hand to hand?”

The other Autobot transformed to jet mode and rushed them. Misfire hollered and shot wildly, his blasts pelting the Star Seeker audience instead. As individual bots yelped in pain, Overlord nearly left his seat.

“What is with that atrocious aim?” he boomed.

Crankcase clipped the Seeker—presumably Wing, but the Autobot ignored the new burn on his metal. Wing dropped down on top of them and that was the end of Misfire’s and Fulcrum’s brave stands. They scattered and screamed while Crankcase swore.

For a moment, Wing stood and looked around him. “Now that is just sad.”

Waver called, “Let’s finish this fast!”

Wing flew back to Waver, but transformed to bot mode above him. With a shinking sound of transformation, their bodies latched together. As soon as Misfire and Fulcrum looked back and saw the combined Autobots, they nearly sank to the floor.

Overlord chuckled, “Well, now it’s three against one. Doesn’t that make you feel better?”

“Scrap!” Crankcase yelled.

“You ought to be prepared to face anything,” Overlord carried on. “You never know when you could encounter Autobots of the Multiforce experiments. Why would I provide you with a warning?”

Overlord was nearly cut off as the Combiner charged and Misfire and Fulcrum shrieked. They transformed and flew a panicked circle around the room, before locating an exit and beelining toward it.

Overlord exhaled, “LyLeo.”

His twin lieutenants drew back their arms and aimed their spears. Once Misfire and Fulcrum landed in bot form and pounded at the locked door, the twins hurled their weapons. Slicing through the air and boosted by small jets, the spears crossed the arena and sank into Misfire's and Fulcrum's wings.

The fleeing Decepticons screamed in a new way as arcs of electricity jumped over their bodies, then they fell and convulsed on the ground. Crankcase and the Autobot Combiner stared as Overlord's lieutenants jetted across the arena, yanked out their spears, and dragged the two runaways to Overlord. As they did, Trepan whispered to the general until they all came close.

“You actually tried to flee from Autobots?” Overlord exclaimed. “You are a disgrace to your faction! Lord Megatron would have none of this! You will go behind bars and only emerge for training until this behaviour is fixed! But for now…”

He pointed his giant arm blasters at their heads.

“Get back to your fight!”

Misfire and Fulcrum glanced from Overlord's blasters to the Autobot Combiner who pounced on Crankcase and pummelled him. They raced to his aid, but arrived just as their battered comrade fell unconscious. The Combiner turned to them, the Decepticons clung to each other, but they too were beaten to stillness. Overlord waved and the Combiner carried all three Decepticons to the medics, then exited the arena.

Overlord sighed, “Oh Krok, at least you never fell that low! What a lacklustre match, but, only the penultimate fight. I would never allow the show to end on such a disappointing note. No, for our most exciting battle…”

Overlord’s gaze snapped back to Predaking.

“The self-acclaimed leader of Shockwave’s pets!” he cried. “A transforming Predacon: Predaking!”

Nearby Decepticons turned and grinned at him while others began to whoop. Predaking rose but felt as though chains had lifted him against his own accord.

“Now as for your opponent...” Overlord gazed at the Autobot spectators. “I should have saved one of the crew members you arrived with to test your loyalty... Then again, that would be a battle too swiftly decided! Now Maximus, you would be a more suitable opponent, wouldn't you? As the largest, most powerful Autobot here...”

Trepan whispered to Overlord again, who paused to listen.

Overlord cried, “Well! What a violent suggestion! But you’ve captured my interest. It would be extremely entertaining to witness a clash of the beasts! Thundertron, come on down!”

One of the largest of the Star Seekers hurled himself with a roar into the arena, his head and chin spikes rattling upon impact. Fixing Predaking with a dirty glare, Thundertron bared his teeth and flexed his arms to display the long claws packed on them. Silver scars crossed his body and his blue plating was dented and chipped: indications of the countless battles he had survived and his refusal to receive proper medical treatment.

“Forward, Predaking. Fight this famous enemy of the Decepticons!” Overlord bent his finger and Predaking moved. He jumped down into the arena, suppressing a chill as he stepped on warm energon.

“Now, now, now… we could make this even more interesting, couldn’t we?” Overlord tutted. “Deathsaurus, join your leader!”

Another large Star Seeker threw himself into the arena. Unlike Thundertron, he was gleaming blue and decorated with shiny gold curves. However, equal hatred and confidence glowed in the four eyes he locked onto Predaking. Chest puffed, Deathsaurus crossed his arms and laid his clawed fingers over his elbows.

Overlord ordered, “Predaking, choose one of your Predacons to fight alongside you!”

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Choice 1 Skylynx......... Go to 5_36
Choice 2 Darksteel...... Go to 5_48
Choice 3 Ripclaw......... Go to 5_82

 

Thundertron (unblemished):

Notes:

Art:
Lyzack and Leozack throw their spears: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Thundertron concept: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)

Chapter 133: 5_84

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Predaking's eyes flicked over the faces of Sixshot and Black Shadow. When any of them made eye contact with him, they glanced away. Both passed by and entered the hall, waving for Predaking to follow them.

“Come on then,” Sixshot said.

Predaking tried to slow his pace so his rush to escape Overlord wouldn't be obvious. In the hall, he relaxed his shoulders and felt a flood of warmth in his veins. His pulse rate steadied now that Overlord was out of sight, but he knew his safety was only temporary.

As Predaking shook himself, Black Shadow murmured, “Sorry you're trapped here with us now.”

Predaking mumbled, “Thank you, for...”

Predaking looked around them.

“Yeah,”  Black Shadow said.

They headed toward a new elevator. Through the long window beside them, Predaking watched the purple storm rage. Its claps of thunder were muffled inside the building, becoming an ominous and endless rumbling.

How can we escape this planet? Predaking's spark sank. With an atmosphere like that, we would have to acquire another powerful ship... under Overlord's watch.

Sixshot and Black Shadow led him into the elevator. Behind closed doors, Sixshot rumbled, “I can tell Overlord likes you, but in this case, that’s not a good thing.”

Predaking inhaled. “Why is that?” 

“Sometimes, Overlord likes bots in a way that he won’t hurt them, won’t let anyone hurt them. If you are a medic, you are safe on Elba. Spinister? He is lucky. Very lucky. But you, me, and Black Shadow? Overlord likes us in the bad way.”

The door opened to a relatively empty hall, grey but well lit unlike the prison hall. Local Decepticons turned their heads to stare at Predaking suspiciously as he passed by with the Campaign leaders.

Sixshot went on, “You’re new and exciting—a big strong Predacon. He will want to train himself and other Decepticons with you. Overlord believes that we should always be at the top of our game. But, sparring with him whenever he asks—and you can't say no—means a lot of trips to the med bay. I am sorry, injury is unavoidable here. Overlord is very serious about training.” 

“Primus!” Black Shadow exclaimed. “One time he cuffed my wings and started throwing knives at me to test how well I could dodge!”

As they walked further down the wing and away from other Decepticons, Sixshot sighed, “You will get acquainted with the medics here, but if your injuries are serious enough, then the head doctor Trepan will treat you.”

“Agh,” Black Shadow shuddered. “Fraggin’ Trepan.”

Predaking asked, “Has he done something wrong?”

Black Shadow looked around then vented, “Oh he's a sleazy little slagger! The bot is a twisted freak and so suspicious that oh, if I could kill him, I would! I’d dropkick that two-wheeler—”

“—off the roof,” Sixshot finished, then winked at Black Shadow. “And if your kick didn’t kill him, I’d run him over.”

Sixshot adopted a serious tone.

“Predaking, right? Stay away from Trepan. He is a little two-wheeler: black, white, and orange. Wears glasses and glares at everyone. When you see him, don’t talk to him or do anything that could upset him. That bot can make Overlord kill anyone he chooses. If Trepan’s treating you, just stay dead still. If you even look at him wrong, Overlord will kill you in an instant. Someone once accidentally bumped into Trepan right in front of Overlord and… I’ve never seen anyone get decapitated so fast.”

Predaking raised his brows. “Does Overlord perceive Trepan to be his most valuable medic?”

“Without a doubt, but…” Sixshot squinted at Predaking. “Do you want to know what’s really going on?”

Predaking gave one quick nod, yearning for any information that might tell him how he could defeat Overlord.

Sixshot and Black Shadow stepped into a side room. Predaking followed them inside as the two took a seat on a table. After the door shut, Predaking sat down on the floor, glad to rest his quivering legs.

Sixshot began, “Every Decepticon here has their own ideas on what is wrong with Overlord. Because something is wrong with him. Overlord was not like this before his deployment. I don’t just mean his impenetrable armour, but his personality.”

“But how did he become invincible?” Predaking asked.

“The Apex Project,” Sixshot said. “An insane project that was conducted here. To begin, Elba was a colony world yet one best known for this research institute. Yes, despite the storm, Cybertronians came here to collect and study the ultra rare elements found here. The Rust Plague reached Elba but lasers quarantined this building, and so a few scientists were still online by the time Overlord was deployed here. He claimed the Institute for the Decepticons and had the scientists continue their research on ununtrium, an element the scientists believed was behind the invincibility of the legendary Apex Armour. Instead of creating a new set of armour however, Overlord became living Apex Armour himself by fusing his own metal with ununtrium.”

Black Shadow shook his head. “But something else must've happened because this isn't Overlord anymore. He is a demon now.”

Sixshot pointed his thumb at Black Shadow. “Well, that’s his take, but something else is definitely wrong with Overlord.”

Black Shadow jumped in, “Overlord isn’t actually alive. He might be some sort of artificial intelligence even!”

Sixshot snorted.

“Okay, but get this,” Black Shadow elaborated. “No one ever sees Overlord consume energon. Not once in the last one hundred cycles. A bot his size would consume a lot of fuel, right? I think he gets his energy from the lightning.”

“I don’t believe this, just so you know.” Sixshot told Predaking. “It’s plausible that Overlord just refuels in private.”

“Who does that?” Black Shadow scoffed. “You don’t think he would be the type to sip something fancy while chilling on his throne? That he’s shy? And another thing: he doesn't seem to ever recharge! Every other solar cycle, he goes into Hall G and no one else is allowed in except the twins and Trepan. What is going on in there? Well, one Minicon who's now dead snuck in and took a video.”

“Which still may not reveal what Overlord does every night,” Sixshot cautioned.

Black Shadow said, “In that video, Overlord is just sitting there watching a compilation of Megatron recordings. Just creepily staring at the screen with his dead optics… for joors. Then he got up and continued on with his day. Lyzack found the Minicon who had started sharing it and killed him. We don’t have the footage anymore, but the story did make its way around.”

Black Shadow shivered.

“And,” Black Shadow added, “we know he can’t powerdown. Sixshot thinks Overlord works differently because he has two sets of organs. But, we have a shadow-caster here named Hellbat who can force bots into powerdown. He was part of an assassination attempt and the whole idea was Hellbat would sneak up behind Overlord and put him into powerdown so that the others would try to find a weak spot on him. Hellbat’s sleeping spell always works, except Overlord didn’t even notice it. Hellbat jumped out and hit him with his powers, but Overlord just kept walking. That bot is not alive.”

Sixshot replied, “He is alive.”

“You can’t track his life signal. Nothing shows up.”

“He could have just removed himself from the system, so no one knows where he is and can act behind his back.”

Black Shadow glanced at Predaking. “You look at Overlord, really look into his optics, and you just see nothing. An absence. That is what a corpse would look like if its optics were lit; no emotion, just… death. There is something fake about him that is so unnerving. Sure he smiles, laughs, and acts dramatic, but it's like he is running on autopilot. The body moves, but the spark just isn’t there. Possessed. Demon. A.I.. Something.”

Predaking paused, then revealed, “Overlord’s life signal appeared on our scanners.”

Black Shadow cried, “What?”

“Ha!” Sixshot crossed his arms. “I knew it. If he appeared on the Nemesis’ scanners, then Overlord has a spark. He did remove his signal from our own systems!”

Black Shadow stammered and gripped his head.

“Now,” Sixshot went on. “Let me tell you what I think happened: mind control. Lyzack and Leozack used Trepan to control Overlord, although now it's Trepan using Overlord as a puppet of destruction. Before the War, Trepan was Cybertron’s top processor surgeon. He would know the deepest darkest secrets of the mind. After Overlord slaughtered most of Maximus' army, Lyzack and Leozack allegedly took Trepan from the prison to Hall G. Hall G is where it all began and where they keep going. It contains a lot of scientific equipment and is, like we said, off-limits to everyone else but those three and Overlord. Trepan goes in there to finetune his control.”

Black Shadow sighed, “Yes… that's the theory many believe too.”

“You’ll subscribe to it now?” Sixshot asked.

“I suppose… but it's nowhere near as fun as mine was!”

Sixshot said, “The Autobots think Overlord values Trepan just because he keeps everyone alive for his games. But it is more than that because why else would the doctor stand beside him all the time and whisper into his audio receptor? It is way too suspicious. You will see it; Trepan tells him something, then right after, Overlord makes a decision. It couldn’t be clearer. And Trepan has made himself untouchable. Overlord is overly protective of him like a guard rusthound, and he never touches Trepan himself lest he hurt him. We know we just can't take out Trepan and the twins since Overlord would go crazy and slaughter everyone. It is better to just accept the messed up things around here because right now, Overlord keeps us safe. In his own twisted way, Overlord cares a lot about Decepticons. Even if he can be harsh, he doesn’t kill any of us unless we do something to set him off. So from me to you, follow this list and you’ll be fine…”

Predaking listened intently.

“Do not enter forbidden areas. They will be locked by keypads and guarded, but you should read the signs and wall maps so you don't even get close to them and look suspicious. Note four places in particular: Hall S which is Security, which we can access but you can’t, Hall G: the experimental area, Hall H: the med bay, which is for medics and patients only, and the Dome A.K.A. Overlord’s gladiatorial arena, unless he calls for a show...”

Predaking said, “... Gladiatorial arena?”

“Mm yeah,” Black Shadow said. “That's a whole thing: the 'games' Sixshot meant. Overlord randomly calls for everyone, and I mean even the prisoners, to come out and spectate. He randomly picks a couple of prisoners and usually makes them fight their own comrades. Sometimes he asks one of us to participate too. Whatever he thinks makes a good lesson.”

“Never interrupt a gladiatorial match,” Sixshot continued. “The next rule is obey whatever Lyzack, Leozack, and Overlord command. Do not hesitate. No matter how frightening the command may be, worse things will happen if you don’t follow it.”

“Un... understood,” Predaking replied.

Sixshot continued, “The third rule is just don’t go near any medics in general. Even outside of Hall H, you don’t want to set off Overlord by being close to them. No visitors allowed in Hall H either, so don’t even ask.”

Predaking thought of Sideswipe and Arcee, whom he was desperate to hear from. They must have been in Hall H.

Black Shadow offered, “It’s not so difficult. Just behave and do as you’re told.

Predaking pushed, “Why do you obey him? Do you not wish to overthrow him?”

The two Decepticons jumped.

“Buddy, you are bold,” Black Shadow said. “But every little assassination attempt failed and it’s just not worth it anymore.”

“You tried to warn us,” Predaking went on. “You risked your safety to do so. Clearly, you do not enjoy the situation you are in. How did you come to be on this planet?”

Sixshot and Black Shadow swelled up.

“Because Overlord is a glory hog,” Black Shadow spat. “The truth is, he was losing on Elba and most of his army got killed by Maximus. If he didn’t get lucky with the Apex Project, he would be dead too. He steals whatever he can to try to hide his failures and impress Megatron. He hoards ships, prisoners, bodies, energon, and now, our armies!”

Sixshot grumbled, “Overlord came to me first without permission. He decided to finish my war for me, then he made everyone go back to Elba with him. Now my army hardly recognizes me as an authority figure because of him.”

“I had sent out a call for help,” Black Shadow sighed. “At the time, my army was hiding from these crazy pirate Star Seekers piloting two giant death vessels: the Tidal Wave and the Ark. Anyway…Overlord came from Thrull to Gigantion. Then he just… took down both ships by flying into them. He slaughtered our old enemies like it was nothing, crashing into every ship, then blasting and chasing down the bots who tried to run. Then he made us fix the warships and round up the surviving Star Seekers for his collection. We searched around a bit for any Autobots, but I told him they must have run out because none ever came to Gigantion. He told me to come with him, and well—when you see a bot take out two star-class ships and decimate a whole faction, are you going to tell him no? Overlord also just saved our lives and probably all Decepticon lives before the Star Seekers swept the galaxy with those ships! At first, we were intimidated yet in awe of him. I… see him differently now, but I think most ‘Cons just see him as their saviour.”

“So you have been here ever since,” Predaking concluded.

“I feel like his trophy.” Black Shadow crossed his arms. “He wanted to show off to Megatron, to say, ‘Look! I am so much better than them that I rescued them!’ I hate it so much. Yeah we’re free, but still his prizes like Maximus and Star Saber.”

Sixshot nodded slowly.

“But whatever,” Black Shadow scowled. “I just want to go home. Fine, have the glory, Overlord. Like it will matter because Megatron isn’t ever going to care about anyone but Optimus. Overlord, zombie freak, pointlessly obsessed with one thing.”

“You claimed that he used to be different,” Predaking said. “In what way has he changed?”

Sixshot replied, “Before deployment, Overlord dreamt of becoming Megatron’s second-in-command. He did everything he possibly could to impress Megatron so he would be chosen to replace Starscream. But back then he was energetic, begging for missions, always a bother. Soundwave had to investigate him—he was so suspicious. But now the energy is gone. To give Black Shadow credit, Overlord does now act like a drone programmed to be loyal to Megatron. ”

Black Shadow sighed, “Yeah.”

“He is a soulless puppet,” Sixshot exhaled. “Controlled by Trepan and the twins. Somehow, they use his past motivations to convince Overlord to do what they want.”

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Notes:

Art:
Black Shadow and Sixshot in the elevator: Machina (double_ex_machina on Instagram)

Chapter 134: 5_85

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You chose to trust Krok

 

“I understand why you craved retribution," Predaking said. "I will not blame you for it. What matters now is that you aid us when it matters most.”

Predaking explained everything they had learned thus far. Krok and his Decepticons, including those in their cells, calmly listened even after Predaking revealed their spies.

“So Hall G, room 9,” Krok exhaled. “Whatever they see in there is all we have to possibly learn how to defeat Overlord.”

When Spinister spoke, Predaking nearly jolted. He had believed him to be mute, but now a smooth educated voice rang out behind his mask.

“I am not sure if it is still relevant, nevertheless, long ago I was one of the pit surgeons who installed more weaponry into Overlord's system. We met a few times and I believe he remembers me, thus is fond of me. If we need to mislead him, he may believe any lies that I speak.”

Krok blinked quickly at Spinister. “I did not know you had known him in the past. That may not be necessary, but we will keep it in—”

“Sixshot!” Black Shadow cried over the other general’s comms. “We got something! We’re coming!”

They all looked up when they heard skittering in the ceiling, then a sign popped from a wall and Rewind hopped out. Jumping across Sixshot, Rewind landed on Predaking's hand while Arcee widened the hole to slip through.

“I don’t know what we saw, but it’s something!" Rewind declared. "Trepan, he is brainwashing Overlord! We have the proof! Look!”

Although Black Shadow was still absent, Rewind could not wait to project the video onto a wall.

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Trepan paced until Lyzack and Overlord appeared, unaware of Rewind's camera and the eyes peeking through the ceiling in the back of the room. Overlord lay down on a flat berth adjusted to his size, then shifted the plates on his shoulder. Trepan slid a needle between them and turned a dial so that gas hissed into Overlord.

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“He’s letting Trepan sedate him,” Sixshot whispered as they watched. “He doesn’t know better to resist.”

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Overlord sat up slightly, propping himself up with his elbows. When Trepan sprang onto the berth behind him, Overlord shifted his helm plating to reveal an underlayer of blue metal. Two scalpels burst from Trepan's fingertips and cut into Overlord's metal.

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Black Shadow arrived, saw the projection, and gasped, “What in the actual pits of Kaon?”

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Trepan leaned in closer, blocking more of Rewind’s view. The doctor flicked on a light on his glasses then snuck his fingers into the back of Overlord’s head. Trepan fiddled for a few moments, then pulled back and closed the operation site. After which, Overlord shifted his impenetrable armour back in place.

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“Overlord exposed his unarmoured metal to Trepan,” Sixshot breathed. “Why would he do that? I understand he isn’t fully conscious of his actions right now, but how did Trepan convince him to do that the first time?”

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Trepan dragged in another needled tube and injected Overlord's other shoulder. Bright blue wormed through the tube into his body at the same time Overlord jolted and his eyes flew open. Making choking sounds, he writhed and nearly yanked free of the needles. Lyzack held his arm and pushed the needles deeper in. A few moments later, Overlord fell back and shut his eyes.

Lyzack and Trepan stepped back and watched Overlord, until Leozack burst into the room. Pausing, Leozack assessed the situation and sighed. 

“Thank Primus,” Leozack said. “He finally listened. I thought we would lose him for good after he ran off…”

“Stupid fragger,” Trepan muttered.

The three all continued to stare at Overlord, until Rewind and Arcee pulled back and the footage ended.

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“By the Allspark, Sixshot!” Black Shadow gasped. “Those three—”

“It is not what it looks like,” Spinister interrupted. “It is not brainwashing. Trepan must be a medical genius because I believe he is treating a disease that is supposed to be fatal.”

Black Shadow spluttered.

Rewind exclaimed, “What?”

“The evidence for my hypothesis lies not only in this footage, but in everything we have learned about Overlord. First: Overlord lacks a sense of touch, as Star Saber described. Second: Overlord is nearly incapable of feeling emotion. Third: he was immune to Hellbat’s ability. Fourth: he did not appear to refuel or recharge. Now, the colour of Overlord’s optics revealed he was energon deficient. Why? Because he cannot refuel or recharge without Trepan. The back of the processor where Trepan just operated on is the region that controls these processes. It looks like Overlord has Regulatory Region Failure: RRF.”

Everyone stared at Spinister.

Spinister carried on, “The regulatory region is responsible for energon processing, recharge, and most of our emotions. Most often, patients with RRF do not survive longer than a decacycle without care, a lunarcycle with care. In conclusion, Overlord does not protect Trepan because he was brainwashed to do it; Trepan is the one keeping him online.”

Jaws dropped.

“Overlord’s weakness was Trepan all along,” Spinister said.

Black Shadow cried, “Then by killing Trepan, we kill Overlord? It's that simple?”

Krok held out his hands. “Hold it. Everyone, hold it. We have to plan smart. If we just kill Trepan, consider what will happen: Overlord will still not die immediately. Knowing he is doomed, Overlord will not hesitate to kill us all. What we do instead… is take Trepan hostage.”

Arcee said, “We’re listening.”

Krok nodded at her. “Within this building are the most strategic minds Optimus and Megatron ever selected for leadership: three Autobot Campaign leaders, three Decepticon Campaign leaders, and the Commander of the Wreckers. If we combine our heads, we can figure out how to get everyone off Elba while stranding Overlord here. Without Trepan and without a ship to escape, Overlord will just die of natural causes. We have one night to make that become a reality.”

“We can clear the prison levels of Decepticon guards.” Sixshot nodded at Black Shadow. “We have the authority to send them to the Nemesis. It has been decades since any of these prisoners attempted to escape; no one sees a point in standing guard anyway.”

“You just gave me an idea,” Krok said. “If we can work down here without being seen… Excellent. I have solved the problem of Overlord’s ship collection.”

“You have?” Sixshot asked.

“Fulcrum. Fulcrum unguarded with the supplies of this resource-rich science institute can produce a lot of bombs.”

Fulcrum made a nervous sound from his cell.

Sixshot pressed, “Could he blow up all the ships? What about the Ark, the Nemesis, and the Tidal Wave?”

Krok replied, “If all the ships are fuelled, you can bet Fulcrum will slap the biggest bombs onto their energon tanks to damage them beyond repair!”

Rewind said, “I know where the shipyard is. I can get the bombs out there without being seen.”

“Oh! Now I have an idea,” Black Shadow added. “We explode the other ships but keep the Nemesis. We can fit everyone in it and get off Elba. Let's snag it tomorrow once it's repaired.”

Sixshot said, “Let’s talk to Star Saber and Maximus to hear any additional ideas they may have.”

“Before we get ahead of ourselves,” Krok decided. “Let me check in with Fulcrum.”

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Predaking's eyes flicked over the faces of Sixshot and Black Shadow. When any of them made eye contact with him, they glanced away. Both passed by and entered the hall, waving for Predaking to follow them.

“Come on then,” Sixshot said.

Predaking tried to slow his pace so his rush to escape Overlord wouldn't be obvious. In the hall, he relaxed his shoulders and felt a flood of warmth in his veins. His pulse rate steadied now that Overlord was out of sight, but he knew his safety was only temporary.

As Predaking shook himself, Black Shadow murmured, “Sorry you're trapped here with us now.”

Predaking mumbled, “Thank you, for...”

Predaking looked around them.

“Yeah,”  Black Shadow said.

They headed toward a new elevator. Through the long window beside them, Predaking watched the purple storm rage. Its claps of thunder were muffled inside the building, becoming an ominous and endless rumbling.

How can we escape this planet? Predaking's spark sank. With an atmosphere like that, we would have to acquire another powerful ship... under Overlord's watch.

Sixshot and Black Shadow led him into the elevator. Behind closed doors, Sixshot rumbled, “I can tell Overlord likes you, but in this case, that’s not a good thing.”

Predaking inhaled. “Why is that?” 

“Sometimes, Overlord likes bots in a way that he won’t hurt them, won’t let anyone hurt them. If you are a medic, you are safe on Elba. Spinister? He is lucky. Very lucky. But you, me, and Black Shadow? Overlord likes us in the bad way.”

The door opened to a relatively empty hall, grey but well lit unlike the prison hall. Local Decepticons turned their heads to stare at Predaking suspiciously as he passed by with the Campaign leaders.

Sixshot went on, “You’re new and exciting—a big strong Predacon. He will want to train himself and other Decepticons with you. Overlord believes that we should always be at the top of our game. But, sparring with him whenever he asks—and you can't say no—means a lot of trips to the med bay. I am sorry, injury is unavoidable here. Overlord is very serious about training.” 

“Primus!” Black Shadow exclaimed. “One time he cuffed my wings and started throwing knives at me to test how well I could dodge!”

As they walked further down the wing and away from other Decepticons, Sixshot sighed, “You will get acquainted with the medics here, but if your injuries are serious enough, then the head doctor Trepan will treat you.”

“Agh,” Black Shadow shuddered. “Fraggin’ Trepan.”

Predaking asked, “Has he done something wrong?”

Black Shadow looked around then vented, “Oh he's a sleazy little slagger! The bot is a twisted freak and so suspicious that oh, if I could kill him, I would! I’d dropkick that two-wheeler—”

“—off the roof,” Sixshot finished, then winked at Black Shadow. “And if your kick didn’t kill him, I’d run him over.”

Sixshot adopted a serious tone.

“Predaking, right? Stay away from Trepan. You saw him: the little two-wheeler with glasses. Don’t do anything that could upset him; don't even talk to him. That bot can make Overlord kill anyone he chooses. If Trepan’s treating you, just stay dead still. If you even look at him wrong, Overlord will kill you in an instant. Someone once accidentally bumped into Trepan right in front of Overlord and… I’ve never seen anyone get decapitated so fast.”

Predaking raised his brows. “Does Overlord perceive Trepan to be his most valuable medic?”

“Without a doubt, but…” Sixshot squinted at Predaking. “Do you want to know what’s really going on?”

Predaking gave one quick nod, yearning for any information that might tell him how he could defeat Overlord.

Sixshot and Black Shadow stepped into a side room. Predaking followed them inside as the two took a seat on a table. After the door shut, Predaking sat down on the floor, glad to rest his quivering legs.

Sixshot began, “Every Decepticon here has their own ideas on what is wrong with Overlord. Because something is wrong with him. Overlord was not like this before his deployment. I don’t just mean his impenetrable armour, but his personality.”

“But how did he become invincible?” Predaking asked.

“The Apex Project,” Sixshot said. “An insane project that was conducted here. To begin, Elba was a colony world yet one best known for this research institute. Yes, despite the storm, Cybertronians came here to collect and study the ultra rare elements found here. The Rust Plague reached Elba but lasers quarantined this building, and so a few scientists were still online by the time Overlord was deployed here. He claimed the Institute for the Decepticons and had the scientists continue their research on ununtrium, an element the scientists believed was behind the invincibility of the legendary Apex Armour. Instead of creating a new set of armour however, Overlord became living Apex Armour himself by fusing his own metal with ununtrium.”

Black Shadow shook his head. “But something else must've happened because this isn't Overlord anymore. He is a demon now.”

Sixshot pointed his thumb at Black Shadow. “Well, that’s his take, but something else is definitely wrong with Overlord.”

Black Shadow jumped in, “Overlord isn’t actually alive. He might be some sort of artificial intelligence even!”

Sixshot snorted.

“Okay, but get this,” Black Shadow elaborated. “No one ever sees Overlord consume energon. Not once in the last one hundred cycles. A bot his size would consume a lot of fuel, right? I think he gets his energy from the lightning.”

“I don’t believe this, just so you know.” Sixshot told Predaking. “It’s plausible that Overlord just refuels in private.”

“Who does that?” Black Shadow scoffed. “You don’t think he would be the type to sip something fancy while chilling on his throne? That he’s shy? And another thing: he doesn't seem to ever recharge! Every other solar cycle, he goes into Hall G and no one else is allowed in except the twins and Trepan. What is going on in there? Well, one Minicon who's now dead snuck in and took a video.”

“Which still may not reveal what Overlord does every night,” Sixshot cautioned.

Black Shadow said, “In that video, Overlord is just sitting there watching a compilation of Megatron recordings. Just creepily staring at the screen with his dead optics… for joors. Then he got up and continued on with his day. Lyzack found the Minicon who had started sharing it and killed him. We don’t have the footage anymore, but the story did make its way around.”

Black Shadow shivered.

“And,” Black Shadow added, “we know he can’t powerdown. Sixshot thinks Overlord works differently because he has two sets of organs. But, we have a shadow-caster here named Hellbat who can force bots into powerdown. He was part of an assassination attempt and the whole idea was Hellbat would sneak up behind Overlord and put him into powerdown so that the others would try to find a weak spot on him. Hellbat’s sleeping spell always works, except Overlord didn’t even notice it. Hellbat jumped out and hit him with his powers, but Overlord just kept walking. That bot is not alive.”

Sixshot replied, “He is alive.”

“You can’t track his life signal. Nothing shows up.”

“He could have just removed himself from the system, so no one knows where he is and can act behind his back.”

Black Shadow glanced at Predaking. “You look at Overlord, really look into his optics, and you just see nothing. An absence. That is what a corpse would look like if its optics were lit; no emotion, just… death. There is something fake about him that is so unnerving. Sure he smiles, laughs, and acts dramatic, but it's like he is running on autopilot. The body moves, but the spark just isn’t there. Possessed. Demon. A.I.. Something.”

Predaking paused, then revealed, “Overlord’s life signal appeared on our scanners.”

Black Shadow cried, “What?”

“Ha!” Sixshot crossed his arms. “I knew it. If he appeared on the Nemesis’ scanners, then Overlord has a spark. He did remove his signal from our own systems!”

Black Shadow stammered and gripped his head.

“Now,” Sixshot went on. “Let me tell you what I think happened: mind control. Lyzack and Leozack used Trepan to control Overlord, although now it's Trepan using Overlord as a puppet of destruction. Before the War, Trepan was Cybertron’s top processor surgeon. He would know the deepest darkest secrets of the mind. After Overlord slaughtered most of Maximus' army, Lyzack and Leozack allegedly took Trepan from the prison to Hall G. Hall G is where it all began and where they keep going. It contains a lot of scientific equipment and is, like we said, off-limits to everyone else but those three and Overlord. Trepan goes in there to finetune his control.”

Black Shadow sighed, “Yes… that's the theory many believe too.”

“You’ll subscribe to it now?” Sixshot asked.

“I suppose… but it's nowhere near as fun as mine was!”

Sixshot said, “The Autobots think Overlord values Trepan just because he keeps everyone alive for his games. But it is more than that because why else would the doctor stand beside him all the time and whisper into his audio receptor? It is way too suspicious. You will see it; Trepan tells him something, then right after, Overlord makes a decision. It couldn’t be clearer. And Trepan has made himself untouchable. Overlord is overly protective of him like a guard rusthound, and he never touches Trepan himself lest he hurt him. We know we just can't take out Trepan and the twins since Overlord would go crazy and slaughter everyone. It is better to just accept the messed up things around here because right now, Overlord keeps us safe. In his own twisted way, Overlord cares a lot about Decepticons. Even if he can be harsh, he doesn’t kill any of us unless we do something to set him off. So from me to you, follow this list and you’ll be fine…”

Predaking listened intently.

“Do not enter forbidden areas. They will be locked by keypads and guarded, but you should read the signs and wall maps so you don't even get close to them and look suspicious. Note four places in particular: Hall S which is Security, which we can access but you can’t, Hall G: the experimental area, Hall H: the med bay, which is for medics and patients only, and the Dome A.K.A. Overlord’s gladiatorial arena, unless he calls for a show...”

Predaking said, “... Gladiatorial arena?”

“Mm yeah,” Black Shadow said. “That's a whole thing: the 'games' Sixshot meant. Overlord randomly calls for everyone, and I mean even the prisoners, to come out and spectate. He randomly picks a couple of prisoners and usually makes them fight their own comrades. Sometimes he asks one of us to participate too. Whatever he thinks makes a good lesson.”

“Never interrupt a gladiatorial match,” Sixshot continued. “The next rule is obey whatever Lyzack, Leozack, and Overlord command. Do not hesitate. No matter how frightening the command may be, worse things will happen if you don’t follow it.”

“Un... understood,” Predaking replied.

Sixshot continued, “The third rule is just don’t go near any medics in general. Even outside of Hall H, you don’t want to set off Overlord by being close to them. No visitors allowed in Hall H either, so don’t even ask.”

Predaking thought of Sideswipe, Pipes, and Arcee who he was desperate to hear from. They must be in Hall H, but from what Trepan had whispered, he had worked on them. Whatever that entailed.

Black Shadow offered, “It’s not so difficult. Just behave and do as you’re told.

Predaking pushed, “Why do you obey him? Do you not wish to overthrow him?”

The two Decepticons jumped.

“Buddy, you are bold,” Black Shadow said. “But every little assassination attempt failed and it’s just not worth it anymore.”

“You tried to warn us,” Predaking went on. “You risked your safety to do so. Clearly, you do not enjoy the situation you are in. How did you come to be on this planet?”

Sixshot and Black Shadow swelled up.

“Because Overlord is a glory hog,” Black Shadow spat. “The truth is, he was losing on Elba and most of his army got killed by Maximus. If he didn’t get lucky with the Apex Project, he would be dead too. He steals whatever he can to try to hide his failures and impress Megatron. He hoards ships, prisoners, bodies, energon, and now, our armies!”

Sixshot grumbled, “Overlord came to me first without permission. He decided to finish my war for me, then he made everyone go back to Elba with him. Now my army hardly recognizes me as an authority figure because of him.”

“I had sent out a call for help,” Black Shadow sighed. “At the time, my army was hiding from these crazy pirate Star Seekers piloting two giant death vessels: the Tidal Wave and the Ark. Anyway…Overlord came from Thrull to Gigantion. Then he just… took down both ships by flying into them. He slaughtered our old enemies like it was nothing, crashing into every ship, then blasting and chasing down the bots who tried to run. Then he made us fix the warships and round up the surviving Star Seekers for his collection. We searched around a bit for any Autobots, but I told him they must have run out because none ever came to Gigantion. He told me to come with him, and well—when you see a bot take out two star-class ships and decimate a whole faction, are you going to tell him no? Overlord also just saved our lives and probably all Decepticon lives before the Star Seekers swept the galaxy with those ships! At first, we were intimidated yet in awe of him. I… see him differently now, but I think most ‘Cons just see him as their saviour.”

“So you have been here ever since,” Predaking concluded.

“I feel like his trophy.” Black Shadow crossed his arms. “He wanted to show off to Megatron, to say, ‘Look! I am so much better than them that I rescued them!’ I hate it so much. Yeah we’re free, but still his prizes like Maximus and Star Saber.”

Sixshot nodded slowly.

“But whatever,” Black Shadow scowled. “I just want to go home. Fine, have the glory, Overlord. Like it will matter because Megatron isn’t ever going to care about anyone but Optimus. Overlord, zombie freak, pointlessly obsessed with one thing.”

“You claimed that he used to be different,” Predaking said. “In what way has he changed?”

Sixshot replied, “Before deployment, Overlord dreamt of becoming Megatron’s second-in-command. He did everything he possibly could to impress Megatron so he would be chosen to replace Starscream. But back then he was energetic, begging for missions, always a bother. Soundwave had to investigate him—he was so suspicious. But now the energy is gone. To give Black Shadow credit, Overlord does now act like a drone programmed to be loyal to Megatron. ”

Black Shadow sighed, “Yeah.”

“He is a soulless puppet,” Sixshot exhaled. “Controlled by Trepan and the twins. Somehow, they use his past motivations to convince Overlord to do what they want.”

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Continue to 5_5

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Art:
Black Shadow and Sixshot in the elevator: Machina (double_ex_machina on Instagram)

Chapter 136: 5_87

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You chose to shoot Trepan

 

Predaking transformed his arm into a blaster; Overlord's turquoise lieutenant reacted instantly. As the shot charged and fired, the Seeker jumped in front of Trepan. A powerful blast struck him in the chest, obliterating it, then the remains of his body fell.

“Leozack!” Trepan screeched.

Trepan dropped to the Seeker's side. His other two guards hollered and fired at Predaking.

“Predaking killed Leozack!”

“He tried to kill Trepan!”

Predaking aimed at Trepan and fired again, but one of the rushing guards stepped in the way. Pieces of blue armour exploded across the room before the last guard snatched onto Predaking's blaster. Yipping, Trepan sprinted into the hall. Realizing there was no going back, Predaking flung the pink guard aside and charged after the doctor.

Throwing off his backpack, Trepan transformed. Predaking burst into the hall as his tires hit the ground. He fired and struck him in the back, sending the two-wheeler spinning through the air. Shifting to bot mode, Trepan crashed and skidded across the floor. Parts of his legs rained down as Trepan shrieked and stared at his smouldering thighs.

“Wait! Don’t!” he screamed.

Predaking fired and Trepan’s face and chest blew away. His body flopped back as new Decepticons flooded into the hall and gawked.

“Oh frag!”

“He killed Trepan!”

Transforming, Predaking raced away in beast mode and clawed past every Decepticon in his path. Somewhere far away, there was a deep bellowing scream. Predaking ran even faster.

A high-pitched voice over the speakers screamed, “By Overlord's command, kill every last enemy prisoner and medic!"

Predaking skidded to a halt.

No—NO!

In harmony with Overlord’s distant screaming, a new chorus of shots and death cries arose beneath the floors. Louder down the hall came the fresh screams of dying Autobots. Predaking charged toward them, knocking back every Decepticon trying to report his location.

What did I do?  Predaking thought. I killed them all!

He flashed past the sign for Hall H and the doors of the forbidden hall were open. First Aid lay sprawled on the floor where his attempt to flee had failed. The Decepticon medics stood at the door of the med bay, blasters still hot. They turned their weapons on Predaking as soon as he arrived.

Wrath blinded him and he swung his claws, hurling every Decepticon to the distant walls not caring if they lived or died. The strong scent of burning metal and energon struck his sensors and then he saw the bleeding bodies of the Autobot doctors on the floor and the patients in their berths. Predaking’s huge yellow eyes passed over the individuals: Smokescreen, Wheeljack, Bulkhead, Chromedome, Arcee, Sideswipe, Pipes…

Krok and Crankcase sat up blinking at him.

Where is—

Bumblebee was right below him, blown to scattered pieces.

Predaking transformed to bot mode. “‘Bee… I-I am so sorry…”

He froze, realizing that his brethren counted as prisoners. Were they about to be slaughtered as well? Whirling around, Predaking prepared to sprint to the elevator. However, light footsteps sprinted for Predaking accompanied by shrill, deranged screaming. Overlord's blue Seeker lieutenant burst into the med bay and hurled her spear. It shot straight through Predaking's eye, doing more than blind him, but bring him eternal darkness.

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Game Over: Rewind—sole survivor

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Lyzack kills Predaking: Darksteel (darkslair on Tumblr)

Chapter 137: 5_88

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After all guards had been sent away from the prison levels, Sixshot and Black Shadow released Misfire and Fulcrum. The two slunk from their cells then latched onto each other, looking warily at Arcee.

Fulcrum stammered, “Krok, you want me to make bombs for the... the Autobots?”

Krok said, “Yes, Fulcrum. You are an integral part to the plan.”

Fulcrum asked Arcee, “Y-y-you want us to k-keep the Nemesis and not the Ark?”

She exhaled, “The Nemesis is crawling with hundreds of Decepticons right now. This is the way it has to be.”

“You aren't tricking me... right? I won't be p-put on trial for this?” Fulcrum coughed.

Misfire squeezed him. “Why not take the opportunity to be the ‘Con that took out the Ark!”

Fulcrum panicked. “Bu-but the Autobots on Cybertron won't understand the situation! They'll freak out!”

Crankcase interrupted, “No, they will understand.”

Misfire told Fulcrum, “And if they don’t, we’ll run away, alright?”

“I-I don’t want to run anymore!” Fulcrum gasped. “Krok, why do we have to work with Autobots? Why can’t we just follow Overlord and leave with him?”

Arcee bristled; Krok glared at her. “Don't threaten him. Fulcrum, brother, is Overlord really the leader you want?”

“W-well no, I'd, I'd rather follow you, Krok...”

“I say we all get out of here: Decepticons, Autobots, even the Star Seekers. Working together's our only shot at beating that crazed general.”

Spinister rumbled, “You do not need to fear the Autobots, Fulcrum. They will not hurt us anymore.”

“Yes they will!” Fulcrum cried. “They are so vengeful and hateful! Remember how they treated us when we got to Cybertron? They would have shot us if Krok hadn’t reminded them of the Kaon Conventions! And then they slapped bombs around our throats, restricted our freedom, and mistreated us! I don’t want to help them escape! I just don't!”

Arcee’s back parts flared and her eyes expanded. “Look—”

Predaking interrupted, “Fulcrum, Arcee can get you all the materials you require. She can sneak through the walls and do your bidding. Let her show her willingness to cooperate.”

Arcee quirked her brows at Predaking. Fulcrum clenched his teeth.

“Misfire,” Krok said. “You can help place bombs with Rewind. At least if you are spotted, you look like any common Decepticon. And if you are chased, just flee and later we will ground bridge you back.”

“Uhhh, sure,” Misfire replied.

“K-Krok,” Fulcrum choked.

“Fulcrum, if you save these Autobots,” Predaking said, “imagine how favourably the rest of their kind will perceive you.”

Misfire squashed Fulcrum against his chest. “He’s right, Fulcrum! The Autobots’ll love us!”

“O-okay…” Fulcrum gulped. “I will do it…”

“We will do it!" Misfire exclaimed. "You make the doodads and I will place them where you want them!”

---

As Krok's Decepticons began production with Arcee and Rewind, the others walked down to Ultra Magnus' cell. By now the Commander was conscious and had heard some of their plan, but Krok filled him in on the rest.

“Ultra Magnus,” Krok sighed. “I know it is hard to trust Decepticons like me. You may believe that we intend to dupe you Autobots, secretly modifying our plan so that the Autobots are used as a distraction and we take off with the Nemesis.”

The wounded commander stared hard at Krok.

Krok said, “But Overlord is no more than a living, deranged weapon of mass destruction now. Even if I wanted to betray you, leaving anybot behind with Overlord is a risk—anyone who could treat him or repair a ship for him. We agree that every Cybertronian must leave Elba so that he is guaranteed to waste away.”

“You are correct,” Ultra Magnus muttered. “Everyone, no matter their faction, must leave. Let us take control of the Nemesis so that we can use its ground bridge system to teleport all prisoners onboard.”

“And everyone in the med bay,” Krok added. 

“The Predacons can help carry the injured, as they did before.” Ultra Magnus glanced at Predaking. 

Krok concluded, “Then the first step is to take Trepan hostage, before seizing control of the Nemesis.”

---

When Predaking, Sixshot, Black Shadow, and Krok approached Maximus, Predaking explained everything to him.

“HA!” Maximus roared. “HAHAHA! Trepan is his weakness? That explains everything!”

“But we cannot simply terminate Trepan now, as I explained...” Predaking said.

“Oh I understand, don't worry,” Maximus uttered. “I'll help you however I can. But what are you going to do once we get everyone onboard? Overlord will just ram into the ship and take it down! If he gets Trepan back, he will attack everyone, and if he knows he won't get Trepan back, he'll attack us as his final stand.”

“Right,” Black Shadow inhaled.

Krok thought for a few moments. “We'll take Trepan onto the Nemesis and tell Overlord that we will toss him out if he keeps his distance. This time, we ready the hyperwarp so that we can jump just before Overlord realizes we're going to break our promise. If we can keep Overlord away from the ship just until the count of 90, we're out of here.”

The group moved on to Star Saber and Sixshot explained the situation to him.

Star Saber said, “What if we really do give Overlord the doctor? Must we kill Overlord? Or simply strand him here with Trepan and the energon they have? Let Elba be their prison.”

Sixshot responded, “For them, the energon will last for thousands upon thousands of stellar cycles. In that time, some ship may turn up on Elba. We need to be sure that Overlord perishes, and swiftly, to protect everyone.”

“We could throw Trepan's corpse outside,” Krok said. “Let him fall and let Overlord take the time to catch him, only to realize that Trepan is dead.”

---

“Kill the hostage?” Ultra Magnus raised his brows.

---

“Perfect!” Maximus boomed. “There is no reason to hold back from killing him. His continued existence benefits no one but the monster!”

---

“That is immoral,” Star Saber protested. “We cannot condone killing the hostage just to guarantee time to escape. We must find another way!”

---

Predaking took the Decepticon Campaign leaders to Esmeral to let her and nearby Star Seekers hear their current plan.

Esmeral asked, “You will take us with you as long as we don’t cause trouble?”

“All of you,” Sixshot confirmed. “And your leaders in the med bay. Just be calm and walk onto the warship with the other prisoners, then you will get off this planet.”

“Deal, Cybertronian,” she replied. “The Star Seekers will comply with your plan.”

---

Star Saber grew distressed in his cell as he learned the plan still included “kill Trepan”.

“We do not truly understand Trepan’s intentions,” he argued. “I do not believe our plan must include his death. Find another way.”

Black Shadow chuckled, “How about we cut off the doctor’s servos? Ha! Couldn’t operate on Overlord’s processor without them!”

“How barbaric...” Star Saber inhaled.

---

“Take no risks. What if Trepan still found a way to operate without his servos?” Maximus asserted. “Kill Trepan! Throw his corpse to Overlord!”

---

“Trepan identifies as a Decepticon now,” Krok told Ultra Magnus. “You are not sacrificing your own; we are, and this is fine with us.”

Ultra Magnus nodded slowly.

---

Predaking growled at Star Saber, “All the others agree it is best to terminate Trepan. You were wrong about him, I assure you. I heard for myself what Trepan whispered to Overlord. He was not trying to save the Autobots; he told Overlord to make the prisoners fight each other to the death. He urged Overlord to do it.”

“You must have misheard...” Star Saber replied.

“What Predaking says is true,” Sixshot sighed. “I heard every sick word. You believed Overlord was the cruel mastermind, but it was Trepan all along.”

Black Shadow said, “I think Overlord got so messed up in the Apex Project that LyLeo grabbed a non-combatant medic to fix him, except that one they chose happened to be the most fragged up one!”

---

“How do we ascertain that other Decepticons will not wrestle Trepan from our grasp?” Ultra Magnus asked.

Sixshot replied, “Nearly all Decepticons here are from the Fifth and Seventh Campaign. As of now, they are terrified of Overlord. The only issue we may face will be from the Sixth Campaign Decepticons and certainly Lyzack and Leozack, Overlord’s lieutenants. We will subdue any Overlord loyalists with numbers and force them at blasterpoint to board the warship. And someone strong will have to keep hold of Trepan the entire time.”

“We expect minimal resistance tomorrow,” Krok said. “But indeed, we cannot lose Trepan for even a nano-second.”

---

Maximus rumbled, “A hostage situation only works when the other bot is scared that you will actually commit to the killing. You want Overlord to quake? Let me hold Trepan. Everyone knows how badly I want to crush him. The doctor wasn’t even allowed to treat me. Overlord will freeze up, and let me tell you, if I get my hands on Trepan, nothing will make me let go.”

---

Misfire darted in and out of the hall, stuffing Fulcrum’s bombs into his cockpit. Rewind could only carry one at a time, so he opted to take upon the task of keeping an eye on Overlord.

“The Ark and the Tidal Wave are done,” Misfire reported.

Rewind told them, “Overlord is in G-9 with Trepan, Lyzack, and Leozack, recharging.”

Fulcrum sat on the floor in his open cell, his hands moving like clockwork to grab and assemble the materials from the piles Arcee had dumped. To increase production, Spinister and Crankcase sat beside him, following his instructions and letting Fulcrum inspect their work. The thin Decepticon hardly paid Arcee mind as she came and left, emptying chain bags of materials on the floor. Voice steady and clear, he called out whatever he needed next.

Misfire was never noticed darting back and forth behind the Institute. Before Overlord woke, every bomb had been set, the plan had been finalized, and Fulcrum and Misfire had left to wait at the shipyard.

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Continue to 5_43

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Misfire and Fulcrum released: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)

Chapter 138: 5_89

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You chose to protect Smokescreen

 

Predaking exploded from his seat, raced down the stairs, then leapt over the wall. The entire audience gasped as Predaking flew into the arena. Star Saber turned as Predaking rushed him.

“No, what are you doing?” Star Saber gasped with rounded blue eyes.

Star Saber scrambled back, trying to keep Predaking from tackling him.

“You cannot interrupt a fight!” Star Saber yelped.

Star Saber crashed into the blue wall of Overlord’s chest. Predaking halted, speechless, as Overlord brushed Star Saber to the side. The Decepticon had moved so fast that Predaking hadn’t even registered that Overlord had left his throne. Now, Overlord glared down at Predaking and the arena fell into complete silence as no Autobot, Decepticon, or Star Seeker moved or whimpered.

Overlord took a step, then another, toward Predaking.

“There is a law here,” Overlord said. “No one interrupts the fights."

As Overlord drew closer, each booming footstep shook Predaking’s spark. Star Saber wrung his wrists and quaked behind Overlord's back.

“I might have forgiven you if this were training,” Overlord continued, “but you just revealed where your true loyalties lie. Now a lesson must be taught, lest your fellow Predacons get any ideas of their own about opposing me...”

Overlord’s hand pulled back into his arm and a chainsaw shot out to replace it. While Predaking stood frozen in shock, Overlord powered on the chainsaw then swung it at him.

Predaking's eyes were wide and unfathoming as he could not recall how he had ended up in the arena.

What was I thinking?

The unbreakable chain shoved into Predaking’s chest, the sharp teeth easily cutting through his metal and into his spark.

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Game Over: Let the child suffer

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Chainsaw death: JvpRizzo (Instagram)

Chapter 139: 5_90

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Overlord had prepared for the occasion. His freshly washed armour glinted, sparkled, and even carried the scent of sweet cleaners.

Does he truly expect to meet Megatron so soon? Predaking wondered. Even if it were to happen, appearances are not likely to impress that tyrant...

Regardless, nothing astonished Predaking more than Overlord's pink eyes.

Just like Rewind reported. But it does not make sense.

No video or image had shown Overlord with pink eyes in the past. This did not seem to be an intentional choice of fashion; Overlord was just like the sickly, red-turned-pink-eyed Junkions.

Why would he be energon-deficient when they have stores of energon here? Predaking thought. Why has he not refuelled? Or allowed anyone to see him refuel? If he has a medical issue, it slipped past First Aid...

Predaking followed Overlord to the ground floor and past the sign “Hall H.” Behind them, Sixshot rolled forward in tank-mode to allow Black Shadow to sit on his roof and rest his ankles. When Overlord and Predaking entered the restricted med bay, doctors scuttled out of the way and bowed their heads to Overlord.

Overlord exclaimed, “I know exactly which one we will be taking! Predaking, fetch me Bumblebee.”

Dozens of berths filled the room, some now occupied by patients from the arena and the failed rescue mission. Predaking strode past Wreckers, Thundertron and Deathsaurus, Krok and Crankcase, Smokescreen, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Sideswipe, and Pipes. Spark heavy, Predaking approached Bumblebee, tugged syringes out from him, then cradled his battered body.

I will not let any further harm befall you, Predaking wished he could say.

Overlord turned, leaving Predaking and the other Campaign leaders to trail him. They emerged from the Institute into the roaring outside world. Bumblebee started awake at the claps of thunder and his eyes twirled to adjust to the flashing white lights. He looked from Predaking to his surroundings, freezing once he saw Overlord leading them to the Nemesis. When Bumblebee glanced back at Predaking in concern, Predaking cast him the most reassuring gaze he muster, but was not sure if he succeeded.

Decepticons had vanished inside the warship to work on further repairs. Their voices echoed down the halls, but for the most part, they did not cross paths with Overlord's entourage. When Overlord wasn't watching, Predaking glanced up, hoping Rewind was watching them on cameras or better—following them.

If only we had known this was coming and prepared accordingly. Rewind could have kept a sharper optic on Trepan instead of planning Arcee's escape.

Overlord led them through a lab into a small med bay. Within, Trepan clutched a cord and stood between Overlord’s lieutenants. Exhaling slowly, Predaking set Bumblebee down onto one of the two berths in the room.

“I trust that you can operate this without issue?” Overlord looked far down at Trepan. “Lord Megatron would be pleased to be gifted Bumblebee alive and without mental damage.”

Trepan tapped his glasses. “I can do it.”

“I volunteer,” one of the lieutenants said.

Overlord beamed. “Excellent, Lyzack! Tear through his memories; bring forth the truth!”

Lyzack walked over to the other berth and lay down. Her yellow eyes tracked Trepan until he fed the cable through the back of the berth and connected it to her head. Trepan then advanced on Bumblebee, but the Autobot's eyes stayed on Overlord.

“If you saw the video... it was real," Bumblebee murmured. "You will see it was always just my unaltered memory. The War is over, and Megatron... he is gone.”

Trepan connected the cord to Bumblebee and silenced him. Overlord, Sixshot, Black Shadow, and Predaking watched Trepan power on a monitor.

“Lord Megatron would never renounce the cause,” Overlord insisted. “He and I were the same. He suffered far too much pain and oppression to just surrender Cybertron to the higher castes, to the Autobots. He shall rule Cybertron, for no other leader would be more considerate toward all Cybertronians!”

[Lyzack confronted Bumblebee onscreen in an empty room with a yellow haze.]

“Where is Lord Megatron now?” she demanded.

[The room swirled away. The viewers stared through Bumblebee's eyes up at the hulking figure of Megatron. His body was different: broader, adorned with rusty spikes, and aglow with purple lights. However, there was no mistaking him and his voice.]

“Enough!” Megatron snapped at Starscream. “The Decepticons are no more, and that is final.”

“No!” Overlord charged at the screen. “No, this cannot be the memory!"

Megatron transformed and blasted away into the distance.

“NO!”

Overlord stumbled back, clutching his head and face. While Trepan hurriedly disconnected Lyzack then Bumblebee, Overlord slammed the side of his fist into the wall.

“Why? My Lord, why?" he hollered.

Predaking’s spark leapt. Is this reaction something I should celebrate or fear?

“Lord Megatron mustn't have been in the right state of mind!” the green-blue Seeker yelped. “We could change his mind!”

“He abandoned us!” Overlord jammed his fingers into his eyes. “Why? WHY?”

His legs buckled; Overlord nearly dropped to the floor. He screamed while tears exploded from his pink eyes.

“Oh, Primus!” Lyzack sprang from the berth but stopped out of reach of Overlord.

The turquoise Seeker lieutenant pulled Trepan in. “What should we do?”

Trepan’s jaw dropped, then he closed it and backed away. “I-I…”

“Everything! Everything was in vain!” Overlord screamed.

Black Shadow yipped, “Frag! Should we run?”

Sixshot supported him and the two generals began to inch toward the exit. They jumped when Overlord punched through the wall, clawed his face, and bellowed, “I sacrificed everything for you! Everything I did was for you! Why did you abandon me? WHY? WHY DON’T YOU CARE ABOUT ME?”

“Trepan!” the turquoise Seeker gasped. “Trepan—!”

Sixshot scooped up Black Shadow and pelted out the med bay.

Overlord whirled on his lieutenants, gold tears raining down his face. “Kill the prisoners. Kill every last one!”

Lyzack stammered, “Is, is that your command?”

“Megatron is gone! He is gone!”

Trepan rushed toward Bumblebee's berth as Overlord threw back his fist then swung at the Autobot.

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Choice 1: Shield Bumblebee.............. Go to 5_71
Choice 2: Don't shield Bumblebee..... Go to 5_73

Notes:

Art:
All scenes provided by Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)

Chapter 140: 5_91

Notes:

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You chose to talk to Trepan

 

“Trepan!” Predaking called.

The doctor and his guards paused then turned.

“What? Do you need something?” Trepan asked.

Predaking ventilated slowly. He had been warned not to talk to Trepan; he didn't even know what he wanted to say. What was even safe to say that wouldn't make Trepan sic Overlord on him? Predaking was stalling, keeping Trepan close, taking a look at him. The two-wheeler was so small and delicate; he nearly looked innocent with his glasses on. But his eyes were extremely sharp behind them, his pupils narrowed and cagey.

Predaking blathered, “I gathered that Decepticons do not have non-combatant medics. So then, does that mean you used to be an Autobot? What inspired you to become a Decepticon?”

Both Trepan and the turquoise Seeker jolted and sharpened their gazes. Overlord's lieutenant uttered, “That is none of your business.”

Trepan glanced at the turquoise Seeker, then replied softly, “I became a Decepticon once I learned empathy for them. You understand, don't you? What many of them have lived through.”

Predaking nodded, his pulse picking up again. Trepan's gentle voice but sharp gaze made him extremely hard to read. He imagined Trepan had just written a mental note in his mind and it was time for Predaking to end this conversation.

“I apologize if my question was inappropriate,” Predaking gulped.

“It's alright. I am more suited for this faction; I see that now," Trepan said. "The Autobot cause is a terribly ignorant one… but thankfully, I had never actually identified as an Autobot. I had been neutral, which made Overlord more open to me.”

Receptive to me, Predaking heard Trepan imply.

Ushered by the turquoise Seeker, Trepan departed with his entourage. After the door shut, the room became dark and quiet. Sighing, Predaking enjoyed it for the time being: it helped him organize his thoughts.

The key to defeating Overlord simply had to be Trepan. Sixshot and Black Shadow had claimed that Overlord had been different before Elba. Could be possible that deep down, Overlord may not have truly liked how Trepan had changed him?

Can I turn them against each other somehow? Predaking thought. Can I make Overlord understand Trepan's manipulation? If Overlord suddenly decided to be rid of Trepan, would Trepan terminate Overlord? If anyone knew how to do it, surely, the doctor would know.

“Oi!”

Predaking jumped at the voice above him. Tilting back his head, he gawked at a smooth black lump of metal sticking to the ceiling above him. With the sudden sound of transformation, the lump became a Minicon. Rewind dropped and slid down Predaking's horn, landing on the hands he raised in amazement.

“Rewind?” Predaking gasped.

“Finally! You know it was scrappin' hard to catch you alone!” Rewind declared. “Now we can work together.”

Predaking blinked rapidly. “How have you avoided detection? Where did you vanish after Overlord felled the warship?”

Rewind replied, “Well, it may not look like it, but I can fly. When everyone was thrown outside, I clung onto the Nemesis an' hid inside it 'til things got quiet. Since then, I’ve been investigating the Institute and going through their files. Oh an' fun fact: my spark signal isn't registered even on Autobot scanners. I don't let anyone track me, even if that means no one can find me if I get hurt. So yeah, the Nemesis won't show me even if it shows all the other Autobots now. Yep, no one knows I’m here.”

“Did Krok not report to Overlord that you were missing?”

“Argh, with Minicons you are either invisible or seen as an attachment of another bot. If Krok remembered me, he might have just thought because Chromedome was captured, I was too. Well, 'til someone says, 'Oi Overlord, you got all ten Autobots, don't cha?' and he goes, 'Eh? I've only got nine!' I'm just gonna keep slipping around the place unnoticed.”

“Beware of our former Decepticon crewmates,” Predaking growled. “They have sided with Overlord.”

“Oh I already know. But right now, they're all out of commission. Misfire and Fulcrum are in that dark dungeon while Crankcase and Krok are lyin' in the med bay. And there, Spinister has his hands full. Though that makes it near impossible to talk to First Aid who's with him.”

“Is Ripclaw in the med bay as well?” Predaking asked.

“She's back in her cell now, recovering,” Rewind said. “Not to worry. Though the other Autobots are in the med bay.”

Predaking sighed, “How much time has passed since the gladiatorial matches?”

“Three solar cycles,” Rewind reported.

“Three? Already?” Predaking gasped.

“Yeah, you were recovering. Here, you cannot tell night from day. But, I set a timer the moment we were taken down. It has been almost four solar cycles since we got here, actually…”

Then, Rewind’s mood switched.

“Oh... Predaking… Ultra Magnus came for us.”

Predaking’s eyes slowly expanded.

“They came because we went missing,” Rewind uttered. “But as Overlord predicted, they came in their spaceships, unprepared… He took them all down. Ultra Magnus, Springer, a bunch of Wreckers… whoever didn't perish in the attack are now in the prison.”

Predaking's jaw dropped. Rewind shivered on Predaking’s hands.

“They had no idea what they had just walked into.”

Overlord’s words echoed in his mind and tormented Predaking: “Let them come. That will be their mistake.”

“It’s… up to us, Predaking,” Rewind inhaled. “I don't think anyone else is coming. We ain't got much time either. The 'Cons are repairing the Nemesis and it will be battle-ready in just a few solar cycles. Overlord's planning on flying that one back to Cybertron and startin' the slaughter of all Autobots. He's gonna wipe out everything and everyone bearing that symbol. And since that's the case... that'll be the New Sparks too—the kids. He won't know the difference.”

[Predaking jolted as he remembered the red New Spark that Sunstreaker had shown off to Sideswipe.]

“Even if we don't count Overlord, we're up against 314 Decepticons, 42 ships, and the three greatest warships in Cybertronian history. With that fleet, they could sweep across the galaxy and massacre all stray Autobots even without Overlord! They could conquer Cybertron and the colonies.”

Predaking stared at Rewind, his spark hammering.

“Then we cannot defeat them,” Predaking choked. “There is nothing we can do.”

“Nah nah nah, don't be like that! Scraplets, I gotta teach you a bit about the Autobot spirit! We've always been battling impossible odds 'n that's how we got this far! Alright, so here's what I'm thinking. First we gotta take out Overlord, yeah? Then we release the prisoners an' let there be a fair fight: a final stand to destroy the Decepticon army. We have Fortress Maximus and Star Saber at full health and four Predacons, so not bad right? So once Overlord's gone, we got the rest and then we take the ships all for ourselves! Then we're outta here.”

Predaking's shoulders relaxed. “It does appear feasible when divided into steps, but the fact remains: Overlord is invincible.”

“But there's something mighty suspicious about his and Trepan's relationship, isn't there?” Rewind said. “Trepan seems to be the one calling the shots; I heard what Sixshot and Black Shadow were telling you. Trepan basically operates Overlord like a weapon. So then, I wonder if we can get the operator to turn it off?”

Slowly, Predaking smiled in relief at the tiny Minicon in his hands.

“I have just gained much respect for the spirit of your faction,” Predaking said. “And I apologize for how my brethren and I scorned your species. You are admirable, Rewind: a force to be reckoned with.”

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Continue to 5_7

Notes:

Art:
Predaking and Rewind: skullfacedlady (X)

Chapter 141: 5_92

Notes:

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You chose to continue wandering

 

“Why are these doors locked and guarded?” Predaking squinted.

“Just extra security,” a Vehicon growled.

“It seems like an area I am not permitted to enter.”

Another Vehicon said, “Sixshot is in there.”

“By himself?” Predaking asked.

The Vehicons quickly answered, “Yes.”

Now Predaking was certain they were deceiving him. Sixshot was not likely to abandon Black Shadow in his current injured state. Predaking turned his back, but as soon as he did, the Vehicons shouted at him.

“What? You don’t trust your comrades?” one called.

Predaking kept walking.

“You know, all we have to do is start screaming, and Overlord will kill you!”

Predaking whirled around. “And why would you frame me as an assailant? How have I wronged you?”

One of them snarled, “We are not going to deal with you, savage experiment of Shockwave. We’d rather get you killed before Overlord decides to make us train with you!”

“That is the reason you wish to dispose of me? I would never obey a command to attack you!”

“What? You wouldn’t attack a Decepticon? You will have to. He will make you.”

Predaking thought he ought to run to escape the Vehicons. Instead, he stayed a few moments more.

“Because I would not attack a Vehicon,” Predaking rumbled. “On Cybertron, I was close to your kind. I feel kinship to you because we are both clones created to serve the Decepticons.”

Leaving the Vehicons stunned, Predaking hurried away to a quiet part of the wing.

“Oi.”

Predaking halted. After checking that no Decepticons were nearby, Predaking whispered back, “Rewind?”

Rewind manifested behind a decorative pillar, carrying a flask of energon half his height. “Have a listen, we got a new plan now.”

“We? Did First Aid discover a weakness in Overlord's medical profile?”

“Well he did see the profile, but it didn't show anythin' wrong with Overlord. But I got the chance to talk to Arcee. She's well enough to move—can you believe it? Small bots are a lot more resilient than they get credit for! So anyway, the 'Cons won’t be expecting her to escape.”

“But there are severe consequences for attempted escape…" Predaking gulped. “What is there to gain with this plan?”

“We're gonna stage her death just after her escape! I'll unregister her life signal from the Nemesis at the same time you claim to have consumed the escapee. The 'Cons'll think that's that, Overlord'll trust you more, an' we'll get a second secret spy!”

Rewind held up the flask of energon; Predaking knelt to take it from his small hands.

“I'll sneak over to the Nemesis on a supply cart and connect to the system. Arcee will break through the wall in the med bay and use my tunnels to get to Security. She'll cut the cams. Sixshot and Black Shadow are there right now, but she can damage the security system within the walls. Once cams are down, commit your 'murder' by Security.”

Predaking looked for a camera watching them now.

“Nah, don't worry!” Rewind said. “I know all the blind spots already. We’re safe.”

“Hm. So those two are watching?”

“Not really,” Rewind chuckled. “They don't do their jobs proper at all. Yeah, so to make it all clear an' simple: when you hear the call to pursue Arcee, go stand outside Hall S. Then when you hear the call that cams are down, spill the energon and make a ruckus, chew on the bottle, an' swallow it in front of some 'Cons!”

“Swallow the bottle...?”

“You should be fine, as a Predacon! You'll just regurgitate the metal later.”

“I suppose...” Predaking gawked at Rewind. As odd as the plan was, it was stunningly creative. He would have never devised anything like it.

“Let's get to it,” Rewind said.

Transforming, Rewind stuck to the wall and zipped silently across the ceiling. Predaking tucked the energon flask in the gap between his horn and shoulder before heading back down the way he had come. He waited in the centre wing of the Institute, double-checking a wall map and keeping an elevator steps away from him.

Pressure weighed on him as he considered just what could happen should any part of Rewind's plan fail. As Decepticons passed him, he restrained himself from quivering. He avoided eye contact, staring straight out a window. Outside, the purple storm writhed and its thunder grew louder the more he focused on it. Flashing lightning bolts relentlessly crossed every direction of the sky, taking the appearance of squirming white cage bars.

Tearing his gaze away, Predaking stared at the floor and tried to tune out the thunder. Yet he could not stop thinking about it; its booms hammered his spark.

“AN AUTOBOT HAS ESCAPED THE MED BAY!” a Decepticon roared over the speakers of the halls. “The blue two-wheeler!”

Predaking jumped up to the elevator and struck the button to summon it. He leapt inside just in time for its doors to close in the faces of sprinting Decepticons. Punching in the command for the top floor, Predaking ascended but jumped when Overlord's voice came from a speaker behind him.

“The Autobot really ought to have known better by now…” Overlord rumbled. “She will not be taken alive.”

Predaking tumbled out of the elevator and rushed past the sign pointing the way to Hall S. Before it came into sight, he stopped, recalling that forbidden areas were guarded by other Decepticons. He stood alone in a strip of hall, trying to control his ventilations. Heat radiated from his body as though a fire was burning in his chest, but he knew it was only his panic.

Focus! Do not be afraid, he commanded himself. I am a Predacon. I have courage; I have power!

He rehearsed the plan in his mind and filtered through the status updates of various Decepticons over the speakers.

Why have the cameras not been disconnected yet? Unless they already are? Did I miss the announcement? No, surely not...

From the level below him, Predaking began to hear deep thudding footfalls.

No.

Predaking’s body flew into a fit of shivers. He snapped his head from side-to-side.

This must be part of the plan... Of course Overlord would come here. Either someone is reporting Arcee's location to him or he expects her to attack Security as Smokescreen did before!

The footsteps thudded up to the elevator Predaking had used, then momentarily went silent.

“The Autobot cut cams!” Black Shadow hollered. “She’s here in Hall S!”

Predaking jammed his fingers into the gap in his horn, panicked when he felt nothing, then located the flask on his other shoulder. Yanking it out, he dropped it and transformed to beast-mode. Seizing it between his fangs, he punctured it and shook it aggressively until energon splattered over his mouth, the floor, and the walls. With a shriek, he spun, clawed the floor, and threw himself against a wall with a resounding bang. As Decepticons ran down the hall from one direction and Overlord thundered down the other, Predaking unfurled his wings and hid himself.

Behind orange walls, Predaking crunched on the flask as loudly as he could while the footsteps halted around him. He could feel Overlord's eyes on him, he dreaded facing him, but Predaking drew back his wings and bobbed his head to gulp down the flask. He counted to two, then slowly looked around him.

Overlord, Sixshot, and other Decepticons stared at him. Predaking transformed to bot-mode just as Black Shadow limped in.

Black Shadow cried, “Holy scrap! You ate the two-wheeler?”

Predaking gasped when Overlord’s hand seized the back of his neck. Time froze. Everything he saw burned into his memory in the belief this was his final moment alive. But before Overlord squeezed, his hand flew back as fast as it had come.

“You killed the Autobot?” Overlord asked. He stood beside Predaking and regarded the energon sprayed around them.

“A-as you commanded...” Predaking stuttered.

Overlord spoke into his comms, “What is the Autobot’s location?”

A Decepticon responded, “Her life signal is offline!”

Predaking caught the sigh in his throat before it spilled out. Overlord glanced at him, nodding with his brows lifted. Predaking struggled to meet Overlord's eyes to fake confidence in his deed. Once he finally did, he noticed that those eyes that had once been red were now solid pink. He started in surprise, but Overlord ignored it.

Overlord announced over the speakers, “The crisis is over. Predaking has terminated the Autobot.”

Overlord’s drowsy gaze and soft smile fully faced him.

“I did not realize you had this in you. But you are a Predacon, after all. You really are one of Shockwave’s monsters, aren’t you?”

The non-metallic smell of the energon reached Predaking. He could tell it was not Cybertronian blood, but none of the winged and wheeled Decepticons seemed to notice. So he thought, until he saw Sixshot glance at him with a quirked brow. Predaking suddenly remembered from the presentation that he had a beast-mode among his many forms.

However, Sixshot said nothing. Overlord continued, “If it satisfies your instincts, then I am not opposed… But you will not be permitted to continue this habit once no more Autobots remain on Cybertron."

Predaking internally begged for Overlord to leave already.

Overlord pursed his lips. “... In this way, you must have been useful to Lord Megatron. On Earth, you would have hunted the Autobots in hiding. Did you devour others?”

“None so small,” Predaking answered.

“Heh. I suppose not. To you, she was but a zap-mouse… I am impressed, Predaking. You are ruthless… and knew exactly where to find the Autobot.”

“The last Autobot came this way.”

Overlord blinked gently. “Yes, they certainly are predictable, aren’t they? And they never learn…”

Predaking still waited for him to leave.

Overlord said, “You were the last Decepticon to see Lord Megatron, the only one here to serve him on Earth… You must be eager to know his location as well. Will you join me, Predaking?”

Predaking stared wordlessly at him. Overlord’s eyes widened and he smiled broadly while spreading his arms.

“The Autobot escapee nearly interrupted the momentous occasion! But now, we shall learn the truth about where the Autobots have been keeping our Lord!”

Predaking furrowed his brows in confusion.

“The cortical psychic patch, dear Predaking! It is no longer just a concept. I never expected that one functioning machine would have been installed on the Nemesis after my deployment! No one had even been able to identify it until Trepan laid eyes on it! Now there is no need to interrogate prisoners and risk being deceived by them. We will obtain nothing but the truth when we dive into Autobot memories themselves! Come now. And Sixshot, Black Shadow—you as well. Trepan has been waiting long enough.”

Overlord turned and sauntered ahead. There was no choice but to follow, however Predaking lagged behind to create distance.

Predaking squeezed his shoulders closer to his chest. He did not believe that the video of Megatron's defection was a recorded memory. When Overlord sees for himself that it was the truth all along, how will he react? Krok said that Megatron's defection would destroy Overlord. Will it, when Overlord is under someone else’s control? Will the attack on Cybertron proceed no matter what he learns?

Black Shadow tugged on his forearm. “Hey, I am so sorry for my terrible word choice! I didn’t mean to activate the whole Trepan trigger thing!”

Predaking shook off his hand, shot him a glare, then strode after Overlord.

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Continue to 5_20

Chapter 142: 5_93

Notes:

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Predaking followed Sixshot and Black Shadow as they slowly strolled around the Institute, speaking with individuals and small groups to instill fear of Overlord. Only a few Decepticons were avoided, likely Overlord's original Sixth Campaign soldiers.

Sixshot would ask the soldiers, “If somehow Overlord could be incapacitated... would you remain loyal to him or take the opportunity to escape?”

Time passed by with still no word of Overlord's return. Sixshot and Black Shadow visited the guards in the prison levels and the Nemesis full of Decepticons too anxious to continue repairs. When they returned to the Institute, Predaking spoke up in an empty hall: “So you two are officially committed to betraying Overlord if given the chance.”

“Always have been,” Black Shadow said. “But I'm still not going to act unless there is a hundred percent chance we can end him. Otherwise, we're fragged.”

Predaking told them, “Since we are allies, let me now divulge that we have Autobot spies aiding us.”

“You mean like, Autobots running around here?” Black Shadow blinked.

“Indeed. Let me share more in a private room.”

Predaking and the Campaign leaders stepped out of the hall to behind closed doors.

“Arcee's termination was staged,” Predaking admitted. “She is free and her life signal has been unregistered from the system. The mastermind behind this plan was Rewind, who has been travelling around the Institute undetected all this time.”

Sixshot’s thick eyebrows raised. “I know of Rewind. He could sneak into Hall G and figure out what goes on in there.”

The Minicon dropped from the ceiling, transformed, and landed on Predaking's shoulder.

“You bet!” Rewind declared. “I've already had a look around there, but what I'm really waitin' to see is Trepan and Overlord in Hall G. Otherwise there ain't anything suspicious to see.” 

“Scrap! Right above us?” Black Shadow exclaimed. “I didn't even hear you!”

“I've been following you for cycles.”

“You'd make a scary assassin, frag. You're good.”

Rewind clapped his hands. “Anyway, are you all ready for some intel? Because I think now's the time to act. Trepan is in powerdown in Hall G room 9.”

[Rewind projected a recording on the wall from the camera on his head: Trepan lay over a berth adjusted to his size, his head over his crossed arms and his eyes closed.]

“Ohh so he's totally alone?” Black Shadow grinned. “How about we snatch him now and squeeze Overlord’s weakness out of him!”

Rewind said, “Yeah, Trepan's alone. Lyzack's missing, gone after Overlord, and Leozack's in the morgue. But who knows when Overlord will come back? If you want Trepan, you better get to it.”

Black Shadow proclaimed, “Alright, but we better shut off the comms so Trepan can’t call for help!”

Sixshot warned, “I know you've always wanted to get your hands on him, but if Trepan doesn't spill any secrets, we're done for when Overlord gets back.”

“Now's also a good time to interrogate Leozack,” Rewind added. “He should know everything Trepan does.”

Black Shadow said, “Divide and conquer then, if we jump both Leozack and Trepan now. we might get some useful information before Overlord returns!”

“I'll go with you,” Sixshot declared. “And if we go after one, Predaking can go after the other.”

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Choice 1: Go after Trepan.......... Go to 5_78
Choice 2: Go after Leozack........ Go to 5_66

Chapter 143: PART 6

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As soon as Cybertron came into sight, Predaking felt like melting into the floor. The Nemesis crew sighed while the other Autobots and Decepticons in the room gasped at the colourful planet decorated in lines of glowing blue. The only ones who did not react were Lyzack and Leozack, focused solely on Trepan with First Aid. 

When the Nemesis sent out a call to Cybertron, a gasping Jetfire instantly answered and whipped out questions. Ultra Magnus stepped forward to speak and ease his—or rather all of Cybertron's—fears of invasion.

Jetfire laughed nervously, “We were even planning a defence plan with Obsidian and Strika.”

“Have those two meet us at the spaceport,” Ultra Magnus advised. “We are transporting approximately three hundred more Decepticons to Cybertron.”

“Oh... Well, it's better than three hundred Quintessons, I suppose. Alright, I'll get them there.”

As the Nemesis descended through the atmosphere and clouds, burning then cooling, memories that seemed so distant now flooded Predaking. He missed their simpler excursions, though he was not keen on making another ever again. The ship landed and Predaking and his brethren trudged out with three other factions, smiling at the silver metal ground beneath their feet. Then, they smiled at the sky: the one that was quiet, grey, and cloudy.

A crowd of Autobots had come to meet them, but Strika and Obsidian stomped out from their numbers. Small camera drones floated after them, but Strika swatted them away.

“Welcome, Decepticons!” Strika called.

The Decepticon soldiers who were still pouring out of the warship snapped their heads to the other generals and widened their eyes. Ultra Magnus beelined to Strika and Obsidian, but Strika spoke before him, “I take it there are far too many Decepticons here for you to put on trial.”

“And I presume you will suggest that they should not be put on trial.”

Obsidian said, “Best not to upset a whole army, wouldn't you agree?. Tell them that they are free to go. Give them a chance.”

Ultra Magnus frowned. As Sixshot helped Black Shadow limp up to them, Obsidian and Strika perked up.

“Now there's a sight for sore optics,” Strika rumbled. “Hello, Sixshot. And Black Shadow, we were not acquainted before, but we since learned that you became the Seventh Campaign leader.”

“Strika, Obsidian.” Sixshot bowed slightly. “You won your Campaigns?”

“Correct,” Strika replied.

“You're lucky you didn't get interrupted like us,” Black Shadow groaned. “You remember pretty suck-up Overlord, right? Ho Primus, he turned into an absolute nightmare! I don't even know where to start.”

Every bot had now exited the Nemesis, naturally forming their groups even while looking around themselves in wonder.

“I see about fifty of those Star Seekers,” Strika uttered. “They're more dangerous than that whole army of Decepticons, I assure you, Ultra Magnus. You ought to lock up their leaders for now and let the others assimilate.”

“I agree with your suggestion,” Ultra Magnus said. “Due to my lack of experience with this faction, however, I am uncertain who their leaders are.”

“I can help with that,” Star Saber spoke up.

Ultra Magnus nodded, then ordered Jetfire and headquarter staff to fetch stasis cuffs.

Sixshot said, “While you're at it, you see those twin Seekers there with that medic? Those are Overlord's second-in-commands. They'll have to be locked up for now so they can't escape Cybertron to help him.”

Ultra Magnus stared at Trepan. “And that is the doctor who kept the 'Con-turned-superweapon online?”

Black Shadow said, “Yep… I think it would ease a lot of worries if Trepan just passed away.”

Star Saber replied, “It is not the Autobot way to take a life just because it makes things easier.”

“Oh, is that so?” Black Shadow huffed sarcastically.

Star Saber led the Autobots holding cuffs and other restraints to Thundertron, Deathsaurus, and Esmeral.

“Eh, what're you doing?” Esmeral blasted. She snarled and lashed out, just to be tackled and cuffed.

“It is just a temporary arrangement,” Star Saber promised. “We do not want any trouble on Cybertron, so we need time to negotiate peace with the leaders of the Star Seekers. The other pirates may roam free—”

She didn't listen, but erupted into curse words and kicked him. Jetfire pulled her back and smiled awkwardly at Star Saber. Dropping his shoulders, Star Saber slowly approached Leozack and Lyzack.

“I'm sorry, but you two will have to remain in custody for now,” he told them.

Autobots with cuffs closed in on them.

“Don't let Overlord die! He doesn't deserve it!” Lyzack yelled.

Leozack snapped, “You Autobots broke your word! Trepan was supposed to be left with Overlord! Let us go back!”

They jumped back as Autobots dove on them. First Aid bent over Trepan and shielded him from the brief tussle as the lieutenants were cuffed. Then, Maximus growled and thudded up to the twins, towering over them at double their height. Stomping a foot as large and heavy as Overlord’s, he spat, “Overlord must die! If anyone goes back to help him, that invincible monster will come back to Cybertron and commit a massacre!”

“He wouldn’t!” Lyzack exclaimed. “Trepan changed his mind! All Overlord wants to do now is to kill Megatron. That’s it!”

“You imagine he would come to Cybertron to search peacefully for Megatron?” Maximus scoffed. “No. We all know what he would do. What he always does: act out to get Megatron’s attention. And as he blazes a trail of carnage, Overlord will remember just how much he loves the sound of screaming innocents.”

The twins looked at each other uncomfortably.

Krok sighed, “You two are just Seekers who got caught in Overlord's spiral into madness. I don’t even blame you for being loyal to him, as you were his lieutenants. But now it's time to let him go.”

Lyzack insisted, “Leo, we can’t let him die. He went through all that pain for us; we can’t abandon him!”

Leozack closed his eyes. “We can't convince them to let us go back… And it's probably true that Overlord would never stop fighting Autobots after what he lived through. Maybe… Overlord is beyond help.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Ly, Overlord can't feel anything right now. It won’t hurt him or stress him. It will be a quiet, painless death.”

“He can feel! Only very powerful emotions, but he will certainly feel this! He’s all alone… we can’t let him die like that! We should be there, even if we can’t take Trepan!”

Maximus exploded, “What is this snivelling about? Poor Overlord! Let him waste away like the miserable sludge he is! This is better than just a quick violent death! I can imagine him now, wandering the planet hopelessly as he realizes he is doomed. A real slowburn. That is justice, deliciously sweet!”

“No!” Lyzack wailed.

“Ly, we can’t do anything,” Leozack pressed, his own voice shaking.

“But we can tell them how he really is! Everything he lived through, everything he did—”

Leozack exhaled, “Ly, if we irk them anymore, they will just take it out on Trepan.”

“No…” she whimpered.

“They disgust me,” Maximus hissed. “Someone take them away already!”

Hellbat pranced forward. “Please, arrest me too! Let me go with them—I want to go with Leozack.”

Black Shadow scoffed. “What, so you can use your sleeping spell and help them escape? Nice try, Hellbat. We’ll lock you up and put a box over your head for a few decacycles until Overlord’s dead!”

Krok nodded, “And only then will we consider letting you three out.”

The three Seekers gawked at the stern Autobot and Decepticon faces, before a ring of hands closed in on them.

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Continue to 6_2

Chapter 144: 6_2

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The prisoners were sent to the jailhouse of Kaon and the critically injured to the hospital of Iacon. After which, the rest of the returning armies were offered ground bridges to the southern and northern capitals. The Decepticons headed to Kaon, the Autobots to Iacon, and the Star Seekers simply dispersed into the world.

It is for the best that they keep to themselves, Predaking thought.

Predaking wanted to release a long growling sigh to release the stress built up inside him. But his voice box choked up, refusing to allow him more than a soft exhale. A thought took over Predaking's mind: as long as Overlord was still online, he could not feel at ease. They could wait however many decacycles until he was supposed to have passed, but unless he saw Overlord's black-eyed cadaver... the dread would live in his spark.

He was glad when Ultra Magnus bid the Nemesis crew to assemble in the spaceport headquarters. Everyone except for Pipes, Sideswipe, and First Aid appeared, taking a seat on the floor if their injuries hindered them from standing. While Obsidian and Strika had left to chaperone the Decepticons to Kaon, Sixshot and Black Shadow had been invited to join the meeting.

Ultra Magnus leaned his weight on a desk and began, “I would like to thank all the present Decepticons for the key roles they played in defeating Overlord. We would not have survived without you. All Autobots on Cybertron would have been imperilled and likely eliminated. Your decision to protect us is nothing short of heroic and you should be commended. You valued life above the differing emblems which we wear.” 

Misfire's wings rose and Fulcrum's face softened. The other Decepticons smiled and Black Shadow said, “It's nice hearing that... I mean it.” 

“Before embarking to Elba,” Ultra Magnus continued, “we had planned elections for a council comprising Autobot, Decepticon, and Neutral members. However, the disappearance of the Nemesis caused the vote to be delayed. We shall now set the new election date for tonight. We need a strong, united leadership to plan a defence against the threat that Overlord still poses. Sixshot and Black Shadow, you should promote yourselves as candidates in the meantime.”

Sixshot said, “This will be a new High Council then, with its members chosen by the public?”

“Precisely, with five Autobot Councillors, five Decepticon Councillors, and three Neutral ones.”

Black Shadow replied, “If we get to represent the needs of our faction, I'm down for it.”

“You may go to Kaon as soon as this meeting is concluded,” Ultra Magnus said. “For now, it may be worthwhile to consider weapons or relics that could be effective against Overlord. I will certainly ask for the Immobilizer to be brought out of storage.”

Ultra Magnus nodded at a golden orb in Fulcrum's arms.

"Is that a weapon that you obtained on Elba?" he asked.

"I... u-uh..." Fulcrum lifted up what appeared to be a piece of technology with blue lights and one large lens.

Misfire stammered to the Autobots, "We didn't want to bother you..."

"What have you obtained?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"Go on..." Misfire tapped Fulcrum.

Fulcrum tried to pass the golden item to Misfire. "B-but you were the one who—"

Misfire pushed it back.

Fulcrum choked, "It's... apparently... Teletraan-1..."

"Teletraan-1?" the Autobots yelled.

Fulcrum jumped. "Mi-Misfire g-got Teletraan-1 to..."

Misfire explained, "I mean, I had heard that your computer thing in the Ark was basically alive. So I said, 'Hey, do you want to be blown up or can I do anything for you?' He said I 'was not crew' but after I explained everything, he said would put himself into this emergency backup... thing... He trusted me. I'm not sure why... but yeah, good for him 'cause here he is."

"You saved Teletraan-1..." Ultra Magnus stared at the Decepticons with awe.

"H-he's important to you A-Autobots, right?" Fulcrum whispered.

"Here, let me have a look." Wheeljack extended his hands.

Fulcrum and Misfire approached Wheeljack on the floor. As Fulcrum turned Teletraan-1 to him, it faced Bulkhead, scanned him, then announced, "Crew member Bulkhead confirmed. Access granted."

Bulkhead guffawed and dragged the two Decepticons and Teletraan-1 into a hug.

Fulcrum yipped, "Ah-ai-e-e! A-ah...... Oh."

The Decepticons relaxed in Bulkhead's arms the longer they were held.

Ultra Magnus told them, "Fulcrum and Misfire, thank you for creating and planting the bombs which allowed for the success of our escape plan. And now, I must voice my deepest thanks to you on behalf of the Autobot faction for rescuing Teletraan-1 entirely on your own accord."

Spinister stomped the floor to start an applause, and when the Autobots joined in stamping or hitting the floor as well, Misfire and Fulcrum smiled.

Misfire breathed, "Wow, they like us, Fulcrum!"

Bulkhead slowly released the Decepticons and Teletraan-1 was given to Wheeljack to examine. Fulcrum rubbed his arms while stepping back. "I'm s...sorry to distract. Let's talk about what we'll do if Overlord gets back here on a ship we didn't know about."

"I don't even want to consider that," Crankcase muttered.

Discussion recommenced. Predaking learned about the Spark Extractor, which had not been a bluff but a real weapon, albeit damaged and not in working condition at the moment.

Chromedome said, “We can put Brainstorm up to the task of fixing it. It’s just white energon at the core, isn’t it? If we still have the white energon, we can remake it.”

“The Spark Extractor is like a bomb,” Arcee pointed out. “Activating it terminates everyone in its radius. Is there a way Brainstorm can remodel it to be a focused weapon?”

“Definitely. He was a weapons engineer first and foremost,” Chromedome replied.

Ultra Magnus prompted, “What other relics do we have at our disposal?”

“The Polarity Gauntlet may be effective on Overlord,” Bumblebee said. “It may slow him down and buy us time to use other relics.”

“The Apex Armour, right?” Bulkhead grunted. “It's gonna be either tougher or just as tough as Overlord's metal.” 

“Whoever wears it could stand a real chance of damaging him,” Arcee affirmed.

“I guess the Star Saber wouldn’t be useful,” Smokescreen sighed. “But I bet the Phase Shifter would have been great.”

“It would have been perfect!” Black Shadow exclaimed. “You had a chance on Elba to attack him, but you just ran around trying to sabotage things instead! I know what I would've done—stick my hands right into him and scramble his organs!”

Smokescreen gaped.

“Bah, you were too soft to even think about that,” Black Shadow grunted.

“We could uh, try sickening Overlord,” Bulkhead carried on. “If anyone can find some Tox-En kicking around…”

Arcee proposed, “Do you think stasis gas or dark energon exposure might also affect him? We could set up a trap employing such substances to weaken him.”

“Perhaps a flash grenade could blind him momentarily?” Sixshot said. “I don't see why he would be immune to it. Light can enter his optics and damage them from within.”

“Good thinking, everyone,” Ultra Magnus declared. “I will start the assembly of these weapons and relics before the election takes place.” 

The list that they had created allowed Predaking to emit a longer sigh, no longer feeling as helpless as before.

---

When Predaking learned that Trepan was being guarded at the Iacon hospital, he volunteered to stand right by his side.

He will not escape, Predaking thought. I will tear him apart or anyone who dares help him do so!

Autobots guarded the hospital inside and out, even standing by the elevators, in the halls, and right up to the door of Trepan's room. However, Predaking regarded the window with suspicion; a Seeker could burst through it at any moment. He positioned himself between the window and the berth on which Trepan lay, bound by energy restraints.

Regarding his unresponsive body, Predaking growled and clicked his claw tips together. As Black Shadow had suggested, it would have been much easier if Trepan were no longer alive. Nonetheless, Predaking made no move toward him. Every image of Trepan whispering to Overlord flashed through his mind, yet there lay the villain broken, restrained, and so pathetically tiny. Not even Starscream had looked so fragile and small.

Trepan has committed far worse deeds than Starscream.

Indeed, Predaking's past grievances with Starscream now felt petty in comparison. His thoughts then drifted and he wondered where the Seeker was now. All throughout the night and until the first rays of dawn, Predaking watched the window and processed his life up to that point. He was interrupted by footsteps approaching the room; Predaking confronted the intruder, but it was only Slingshot the Aerialbot at the door.

Slingshot passed a datapad to the Predacon. “It's voting time. Scan your spark and enter your choices.”

Predaking handled the device carefully between his sharp fingers. When he stepped back, the door closed, and he was able to read the screen in private.

Confirm your identity by scanning your spark. You may only vote once.

Predaking tapped the only button currently onscreen.

Point the screen at your spark chamber.

Predaking obeyed; the device scanned him.

Predaking:

Please write the names of the five Autobots you would like to serve in the new High Council.

Bumblebee came instantly to mind. Predaking typed his name and then Ultra Magnus, hoping that he had gotten the spellings right. After them, Predaking was less certain who to choose but eventually filled the blanks with Rewind, Arcee, and Jetfire. He did not know if they desired the positions, but he considered them capable enough.

The device then prompted him:

Predaking:

Please write the names of the five Decepticons you would like to serve in the new High Council. Currently incarcerated Decepticons will not be considered.

Predaking had an easier time summoning five Decepticon names to mind: Sixshot, Black Shadow, Krok, Obsidian, and Strika.

The next prompt came:

Predaking:

Please write the names of the three unaligned bots you would like to serve in the new High Council.

He typed: Predaking, Skylynx, Ripclaw.

Tapping the screen, Predaking wondered if his brethren would accept the positions if given to them. If it were true that the Vehicons would guarantee his position as a High Councillor, then perhaps they would guarantee positions to his brethren as well. But the concept of leading the world alongside two of his brethren seemed like fantasy. Leading without them too seemed like fantasy.

He submitted his choices but held onto the pad for a while, staring out the window again. Golden buildings glinted in the rising sun, drawing him closer to the glass. When he looked down to the street, he could see Autobots driving by.

I could be their leader, he thought. 

It still did not feel possible even when he thought it.

Is this something I desire?

All he had ever desired to be was the ruler of his kind, although over time, he had rather taken on the role of a protector. And as Crankcase had told him, hadn't he been arrogant to try to be a king without any leadership experience?

Am I prepared for such a responsibility? Will it still even come to pass that enough Cybertronians will elect me for the position?  But if not me, who else will fill the Neutral seats? I can imagine Override, the Velocitronian leader, becoming a Councillor. Am I arrogant now if I desire to be chosen as an equal to her? As a Councillor, it would give me a say in the matter of Overlord's possible return. I could even address the issue of prejudice in the Autobot faction and the violent vengeful tendencies of the Decepticon one... Knowing their flaws, would I truly be satisfied to sit back and wait for others to identify and conquer them? No, surely not... it would frustrate me to no end. I want to take control, to change this society for the better after all I have learned.

Predaking turned and watched Trepan, silently resting.

I can be a calm and rational leader, willing to listen to all sides. I can reserve my power for when it is truly needed: to keep the peace.

As much as he despised the two-wheeler and feared his continued existence, Predaking kept his claws curled inward.

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Continue to 6_3

Notes:

*Teletraan-1 will be drawn with Fulcrum in the finale of Part 5, visible to the player although not mentioned in the text during all the chaos. Fulcrum is able to hover in bot form, so he flew in carrying him in his arms. Unless a player has watched Cyberverse, they may not recognize what/who was in Fulcrum's arms and believed with Predaking that he was simply some tech.

https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Teletraan-X_(Cyberverse)

Chapter 145: 6_3

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Trepan never moved, never made a sound. He may have been dead for all Predaking could tell, but doctors including First Aid checked on the two-wheeler from time to time. Unfortunately, Trepan was faring well and would not pass away from his grievous wounds.

Predaking alternated between sitting, standing, and pacing, but mostly he passed the time looking out the window. By evening, the election closed and Bumblebee called him.

“You’re in!” Bumblebee cried. “You got an overwhelming amount of votes for the Neutral position!”

“Who won the other Neutral seats?” Predaking inquired.

“Override and Ransack. They campaigned together and promoted themselves as qualified due to their experience leading Velocitron and making peace after their own war.”

“None of my brethren won?” Predaking frowned.

“I’m sorry. Maybe the votes were divided between them, though Override and Ransack were tough competition anyway. You had the advantage over your brethren for being more prolific, for having Vehicon support, and for Sixshot and Black Shadow endorsing you. Ultimately, you got almost 1000 votes!”

Predaking was stunned as he tried to imagine one thousand individuals writing his name.

Bumblebee said, “It will be nice serving with you. Stand by because we’ll start official business soon. Ultra Magnus will give you a call.”

“Wait!" Predaking gasped. "You were elected as well?”

“Yes! Along with Ultra Magnus, Ironhide, Silverbolt, and Kup!”

“Chromedome did not win a seat?”

“I’m surprised, but no, not even with his Campaign supporting him... I beat him out. Um, it looks like I had the majority Decepticon vote!”

“Interesting...”

Bumblebee continued, “As for the Decepticons, the five Campaign Leaders naturally won: Obsidian, Strika, Krok, Sixshot, and Black Shadow. The Decepticon population was unanimous in their choices, but it looks like they earned the respect of many Autobots as well.”

Predaking nodded. “They were whom I had also chosen.”

“Anyway, how is it going over there?” Bumblebee asked.

Predaking sighed, “Everything is fine. Trepan has not moved and no one has come for him.”

“So no one else has tried to kill Trepan yet? Not even Maximus?”

“No.”

“That’s good,” Bumblebee sighed. “By the way, let us know when you want to switch with someone else. You must be getting tired.”

“I will stay.”

“Don’t forget that you need to rest too, especially after Elba.”

“... Later,” Predaking mumbled. “Not now.”

“... Alright. But let me know, okay? Or any other Autobot.”

Loneliness washed over Predaking when Bumblebee vanished. He longed to sink to the floor and drift off to the sound of his kind voice. However, to relax would be to declare that they were now safe; certainly, that call could not yet be made.

---

Two pairs of footsteps approached Trepan’s room: one heavy, one light. Predaking shoved himself into the threshold of the doorway, facing Fireflight and Froid.

Predaking growled, “What are you doing here?”

Froid’s eyes rounded. “They let me in.”

“It’s just Froid,” Fireflight grunted. “I think we can handle him if he tries anything funny.”

Froid tried to slip inside, but Predaking blocked Froid's path with his thick leg.

“Why are we allowing this?” Predaking demanded.

Froid stammered, “I... know Trepan.”

“I trust you less for that.”

Froid tried to dart around Predaking’s other side but was blocked by another sidestep.

Froid's voice shook. “I knew him before the War! And I didn’t know he was still alive until now, but I heard he was hurt and badly. I need to see him. Just let me—”

“Why do you feel concern for Trepan?” Predaking growled.

As he squinted down at Froid, the Autobot removed his mask to show his sincere and stressed face in full.

“He was my colleague before the War,” Froid said. “Even though he was a surgeon, we both researched the Cybertronian processor. Me, I specialized in the mental aspect: the thoughts, disorders… him, the physical aspect: the structure, diseases… We had so much to share. He was passionate and studious… We used to discuss better treatment options for our patients…”

“Let him in,” Fireflight sighed. “Or we’ll never hear the end of his whining. Just don’t let him touch Trepan.”

Predaking stepped aside and Froid dashed to Trepan on sight. Fireflight huffed and stepped out of the room, letting the door shut.

“Trepan?” Froid sat on the berth, putting his mask in his cockpit. He brushed Trepan's shoulder. “It’s me.”

Trepan twitched. Froid yelped when Predaking yanked him away from the berth by his arm.

"What is your malfunction?" Froid tried to pull himself free while pushing against Predaking's chest. "I am not doing any harm! You must be quite sensitive if—"

"No matter who enters this room, I will be vigilant."

"I am not here to break him out! How could I manage that?"

Predaking spat, “Why are you here to comfort Trepan? Do you not know what he has done?”

“No.” Froid tried again to free himself in vain.

“Did you not hear the news?”

Froid muttered, “I heard the news, but that doesn’t mean I know what he did.”

“He kept a monster alive,” Predaking hissed. “An invincible Decepticon general who tortured prisoners by forcing them fight each other in gladiatorial battles—a general who planned to use his invincibility to slaughter every Autobot on Cybertron! How do you fail to comprehend the severity of his actions?”

“A lot of what you just said is untrue...” Froid glared at the clawed fingers clenching his thin arm. “Trepan is one of the kindest Cybertronians in existence, and if he were just a sadistic Decepticon, he wouldn’t still be wearing the insignia of non-combatant medics.”

Predaking scoffed but unintentionally loosened his grip, allowing Froid to slip free and dart back to the berth. Predaking lunged at him, yet halted when Froid sat and traced Trepan’s black insignia with his fingertips.

“...That is who Trepan is," Froid murmured. "He would willingly help anyone in the universe.”

Froid shot a glare back at Predaking and his hovering, flexed claws.

“Before the War, Trepan worked mainly in palliative care," Froid said. "His life was dedicated to reducing the suffering of dying patients and finding cures for them if he could. I guarantee that on Elba, Trepan was trying to create the least amount of suffering and death possible.”

Predaking uttered, “I heard him tell Overlord to make the prisoners fight each other to the death, because it would be more satisfying than to simply kill them. Explain that.”

“I don’t believe you. You are missing something.”

Trepan stirred. His yellow eyes opened and his sharp orange pupils shifted to his visitor, but it still took a moment for Trepan to identify his surroundings. Then, he croaked, “Froid? You’re alive…”

“You never needed to worry. I was safe,” Froid replied.

“Is this real? I had assumed you were dead by now… Are you really here?”

“Those are the questions I asked myself when I heard that you were back.”

“Why did you leave?” Trepan whined.

Froid sighed, “I’m sorry. I... had to."

"Still the same reason?"

"I'm sorry... Yes. He's still around... I'm very sorry. It hurt to leave you, but if the War's over now, we can be together again."

Trepan’s face contorted and he whimpered. “I want that so much, but I need to go back first to Elba.”

“Shh, don’t stress," Froid hushed. "Now tell me, what happened?”

“I was supposed to stay with Overlord…!" Trepan gasped. "They took me from him and now he’s going to die! He isn’t evil; they hate him and they're punishing him for something that isn’t his fault! It’s mine, not his! He doesn’t deserve to die. They don’t know what he lived through; it’s not fair!”

Trepan tried to sit up but was grabbed by his restraints. He yelped in pain and Froid tried to soothe him into lying still.

“It’s murder!” Trepan yipped. “This isn’t necessary! They just don’t understand! We can fix him!”

Trepan thrashed against his tight bonds, crying out. Froid powered off the energy restraints and slipped into the berth, scooping Trepan and hugging him before Predaking could shout. However, he froze, watching Froid and Trepan go still and quiet. Murmuring over Trepan's head, Froid held him carefully and stroked his lower back; Trepan clung to Froid as though he would fall apart if let go.

“I knew you hadn’t changed,” Froid sighed. “Oh, how you and I are so alike… You care so much about life, but they are saying awful things about you now. And they hurt you so much… Poor thing.”

[Trepan slammed his eyes shut and trembled.]

“They hate me so much,” he choked. “They all want to kill me.”

“Why?” Froid asked.

“Because they think I was just as bad as Overlord,” Trepan whimpered. “They thought I wanted everyone to suffer! I was just trying to prevent the worst things from happening...”

“So you had to be clever?”

“It was so hard. Overlord hates Autobots so much and I understand why. He treats them the way he was treated and he really doesn't know any better. It was always up to me to try to steer him away from his worst revenge fantasies.”

Froid said, “And you couldn’t kill him. You can’t kill anyone.”

“I would never, especially not him. It’s not fair… how much he has suffered.”

“So the Autobots hate you because you kept Overlord alive, which allowed him to keep hurting them.”

Golden tears leaked out Trepan’s eyes.

“All that time I couldn’t even defend myself!” Trepan choked out between coughs. “Every Autobot started saying horrible things about me, but I couldn’t ever tell them why I was helping Overlord... They would have killed me!—Out of hatred for me or just to kill Overlord by proxy… I tried to tell them that I was convincing Overlord to keep them alive, but no one believed me... I know how bad my words all sounded, the image I was creating of myself… but I couldn’t do anything about it! And it was true that I was on his side! I didn't like Maximus anymore after what Overlord told me. He was a Guildmaster, Froid, so you know what they did, right? It's too terrible. I didn’t wish for Maximus to die, but the things he did to newly forged Cybertronians like Overlord…”

“So you spoke with Overlord and learned his story?” Froid murmured.

Trepan nodded in response.

“That made you become a Decepticon?”

He nodded again slowly.

Froid said, “That doesn’t bother me. You can be a Decepticon if it makes sense to you… I was never a very loyal Autobot anyway after how they treated me. Do you want to tell me more? I’ll listen to you when no one else did. I can take off my insignias too if it makes you happy.”

Trepan hugged Froid as tight as his weakened body could. “I wish you could have been there with me on Elba.”

“I’m sorry we had to go our separate ways… I couldn’t board the Ark at launch. And later when I was dragged into space and forced to serve onboard the Ark... I had to leave you again too soon...”

“I'm not mad at you, Froid. I was just worried for you and hoping you were safe wherever you were. But if you had been on Elba... I would have felt better with your support while all the other Autobots despised me..."

Froid chuckled, "Oh, and I would have defended you the best that I could... but Autobots hate me too. Ah, that’s just something we have in common, hmm?”

He rubbed his thumb against the corner of Trepan’s timid smile. Froid suddenly glanced at Predaking and narrowed his eyes.

“I knew you were wrong," Froid uttered. "You were all wrong about him. And according to Trepan, you’re even wrong about Overlord. Look at what you’ve done now: hospitalizing a medic for having a spark, preventing him from treating his patient.”

Predaking's spark faltered from a twinge of guilt, then he steeled himself. He grunted, “Overlord must perish. He is too dangerous to be kept alive.”

Trepan shuddered. “No…”

“Do you deny the danger he poses?” Predaking snarled. He encouraged anger to course through him by replaying his memory of Overlord tearing apart Skylynx.

Trepan gasped, “I can—”

“You were too weak to make the right choice!” Predaking shouted. “Imagine the suffering you would have prevented if you killed Overlord when you had the chance! You let him torture everyone over and over again, physically and psychologically; you allowed for bots to die trying to escape or assassinate Overlord!”

Fresh tears burst from Trepan’s eyes; he tried to speak but choked. Froid held him, but said no more as he glared harshly at Predaking.

Authoritative footsteps approached the door. When it opened, Fireflight spotted Trepan without his restraints.

“Hey!” the Aerialbot cried.

Predaking sighed and waved away the blaster the Aerialbot drew on Froid and Trepan. The Autobot lowered it slightly, but frowned even more deeply.

“That’s enough time, Froid,” Fireflight uttered.

“Everything will be alright.” Froid drew away from Trepan. “I promise.”

He swiped away Trepan's tears, then fixed his glasses over his eyes.

“I understand how you feel more than you can imagine," Froid said. "My spark goes out to you, and I want you to know that someone trusts that everything you did was right.”

Fireflight bristled. Froid glanced his way, then opened his cockpit and took out a small blue sculpture to place in Trepan’s hands.

“What is that?” the Aerialbot growled.

“Just a little flower,” Froid answered. “A craft made of metal.”

“I don’t trust it.”

Trepan brought it closer to his chest.

“A piece of painted metal?” Froid scoffed. “Do you honestly believe an injured two-wheeler is going to overpower you and your Predacon security with that? It’s certainly not a spark extractor, my dear.”

Fireflight bared his teeth.

“Until we meet again.” Froid’s fingers glided down Trepan’s arm before he departed.

Trembling, Trepan clutched the flower and watched Froid leave. As Fireflight pushed Froid along, he turned to Predaking and thrust his finger in Trepan's direction.

“Lock him back up, now,” Fireflight ordered.

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Continue to 6_4

Notes:

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Froid hugs Trepan: cuppajj (Tumblr)

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Something Sinister by White Bat Audio
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1mDdhDssNc

Begin at the sound of footsteps

Predaking let Trepan hold his gift, though he leaned his fragile, shivering body back down to reset his bonds. Once locked in place, Trepan stared at the ceiling and refused to answer any of the questions which Predaking then posed. Even if Predaking asked with more force, all it did was frighten Trepan into trembling silence.

Through the window beside him, Predaking watched the sun set before a blanket of darkness fell over the city. Lights flickered on and the street outside quieted, groups of bots dispersing as the temperature dropped. The silence grew heavier, pulling down on Predaking’s eyelids, but he jumped up alert when footsteps trudged toward the room.

After opening the door, Predaking jolted to find just an empty hall.

There is no one here.

Predaking's nerves tingled and his claws flexed.

You must be tired and imagining things.

Predaking couldn’t tear his gaze away from the middle point of the hallway. A shadow flickered, but when his eyes locked onto it, it vanished from existence. As his spark rate rapidly increased, his energon boiled.

Go back inside. There is nothing here.

Predaking's fear begin to fade and he chastised himself for imagining things. He stepped back inside and checked on Trepan. The two-wheeler’s head was now raised and looking in the direction of the door.

“Did you hear…?” Predaking began to ask.

His spark rate started to increase again. Predaking heard the door slide open, but then he thought, The door did not open. You are still hearing and seeing things.

When Predaking turned, there was nothing behind him. It even appeared that the door was still closed. For some reason however, the metallic scent of blood-energon entered the room.

Trepan’s eyes rounded and he made a high-pitched noise.

Don’t be afraid.

“Wh-who are you?” Trepan quaked.

Predaking felt a strong wave of calm hit him.

There is nothing wrong.

A friend of your friend.

Nothing is happening. You don’t hear anything.

I was sent for you.

Predaking thought he heard more footsteps, then that he didn’t hear any. Next he found himself thinking it would perfectly alright to sit on the floor and get some rest, so he headed to the wall, sank down, and shut his eyes.

Trepan cannot go anywhere. He is restrained and too injured to move. It will be alright to sleep for a while.

Trepan will be there when you wake.

Everything will be fine.

Everything is fine.

---

Predaking slept, waking only when Ultra Magnus called him through his comms. When Predaking jumped to his feet, he gaped at the berth that used to contain Trepan.

---

What have I done?

Predaking stared between his fingers latched to his face. His body quaked although no one had yelled at him.

I failed them all. I have doomed this planet!

The High Council had gathered in a private room within a new building of Iacon. [Five Autobots faced five Decepticons at a round table, with Predaking separating them on one side and Override and Ransack on the other.] Tapping his fingers on the table, Black Shadow glanced at Bumblebee more than once while Krok stared down Silverbolt. Obsidian, Strika, and Sixshot sat still and patiently like the Velocitronians beside them, but a bumble-puppy bobbed in Obsidian's lap and looked excitedly at everyone present.

Ultra Magnus grimaced while shifting to find a less painful position for himself. Ironhide and Kup glanced at each other, then Ironhide took it upon himself to begin the meeting.

Ironhide drawled, “Now I know we got a lotta tension at the table—t’is to be expected putting any ‘Bots and ‘Cons together in a room… But we’re not here t’ worry about our own personal feelings. Our job’s t’ worry about Cybertron only an' everyone on it.”

“Agreed,” Silverbolt said.

Krok looked away from him.

Obsidian ran his hand down the back of his bumble-puppy. “We may disagree on faults of the past, but none of that is relevant for today’s discussion.”

Ultra Magnus stated, “Although the Autobot faction may be the target of his wrath, Overlord poses a threat to all with his strength, outlier ability, and invincible armour. Nothing stops him from attempting to rule Cybertron himself.”

Sixshot agreed, “Without having Megatron to look up to any longer, Overlord could consider taking full command.”

“No one wants that,” Black Shadow said. “And if you say you're Neutral? Forget it. He'd force you to choose a side.”

Ransack murmured to Override, “He could find out you were an Autobot sympathizer and close to Optimus Prime.”

Override spoke up, “Whether this 'Overlord' punishes me is not my concern. I want to stop him before he can harm anyone on Cybertron.”

Predaking buried his face deeper into his hands.

“Predaking,” Bumblebee murmured. “No one is blaming you for what happened.”

“Right, lad!” Kup raised his voice. “If you couldn’t have stopped it, then none of us could have!”

“What happened, precisely?” Strika prompted. “How was Trepan stolen? We were not adequately filled in with the details.”

Ironhide held up a small rectangular device. “We called ya here without sayin' much because just tellin' ya wouldn't suffice… Me ‘n Prowl collected all the footage we could t’ figure out how in the name of Primus Trepan was spirited away.”

[Ironhide got up and plugged his device into a console on the wall. Video clips began to play on the large screen overlooking the table.]

“There were cameras outside the hospital an’ inside it,” Ironhide explained as they watched from a view outside the front entrance. “It happened early in the night: a brown bot turned up with Autobot insignias but he doesn't match anyone in the Autobot and Decepticon databases!”

Something moved in the shadows in front of the hospital. It slowly crept across the street while avoiding the circles of light under the street lamps. At last, the large figure stepped from the darkness, through the front doors, and into the light of the hospital lobby. The camera angle switched and a shiver ran down Predaking's back. A broad brown and red bot prowled inside, turning his head slowly, and taking in all seven lobby guards and the lone secretary. [One of his eyes was rather a black pit in his cracked face; the other which functioned was the colour of dark energon. His jaw was unnaturally extended to reveal long teeth which were stained by the glowing blue of energon. As for his hands, his fingers were spindly and tipped with claws. Many of his features were spindly, spiky, and eerie, yet indeed, red Autobot insignias marked his shoulders.]

“Primus!” Obsidian cried. His bumble-puppy sat up and placed its paws on his chest.

On camera, every Autobot in the lobby stared at the bot who had entered. Their eyes widened, then widened further, but no one made a sound. Their mouths dropped and they began to tremble, some slowly raising their blasters. The brown and red bot padded backwards toward the elevator, sweeping his head left and right to keep check of every bot in the room. Whenever he looked away from one of them, they started to move, until he fixed them with a stare and whispered a few hoarse words.

“An outlier!” Kup said. “He’s doing some kind of mind-control with that dish on his head!”

The Autobots onscreen lowered their weapons and stopped shaking. They could not stop staring, however, and they watched the intruder take the elevator. After he left, the Autobots slowly recovered: their round eyes returning to normal size and their conversation continuing where it had left off.

Following this, the guards in the upper hall reacted the same way to the brown and red bot's presence. Each guard stiffened, stared at him as he passed, then seemed to forget about him once he left their sight. Such occurred when he walked past every guard again, carrying the patient whom they were meant to contain within the hospital.

“Can you identify him?” Ultra Magnus asked the Decepticons. “He may be faking his Autobot allegiance.”

Obsidian cut in, “No, I do not believe he is a Decepticon. I recognize him, however. He is the Tetrahex Ripper.”

Ultra Magnus lifted a brow.

“An urban legend,” Obsidian exhaled and stroked his pet's ears. “Smaller bots began to go missing in my home city and puddles of blood were found in alleys. One night, a Minicon passed by an alley and saw this creature ripping into a bot. Eating him. But when police arrived, there was nothing but blood. The Minicon drew a picture of what the killer looked like… He had that face. Bots said it wasn't a Cybertronian, but a ghoul.”

“Ghouls do not exist; that’s a myth,” Kup said. “We’re looking at a Cybertronian, maybe predatory, but a Cybertronian who is making bots not see him with shadow-casting powers.”

“I… did not see him,” Predaking whispered. “I do not remember anything.”

Bumblebee patted his arm. “Neither did every guard and staff member in the building. There was nothing you could have done.”

Silverbolt agreed, “I didn't see anything either.”

Strika remarked, "He would not have revealed himself just to steal and devour one two-wheeler. He helped Trepan escape so that he may return to Overlord. The question is, why?”

The next footage was taken from the spaceport in the morning. The brown and red bot slipped through the shipyard with Trepan in his arms, gliding through the shadows and sneaking up on every guard. Without being touched or visibly threatened, each guard slowly lay onto the ground and stayed there.

Ultra Magnus swelled in horror and wrath as he watched the spaceport staff fall.

“Frag,” Black Shadow breathed. “He’s like Hellbat.”

The intruder slipped into a small sleek ship with Trepan.

“Our Shooting Star,” Krok growled. “If they left in that, there will be no catching up with them. And it's certainly a ship that can shoot through Elba's atmosphere.”

“My Shooting Star,” Silverbolt corrected.

The brown and red bot left the ship, leaving Trepan. He transformed then began to drive away as the ship rumbled to life, rising to the sky and drawing out surprised Autobots from the headquarters. Seekers jetted off toward the Shooting Star, but to no avail as it accelerated into a purple and silver streak. It zipped across the horizon, tilted up, then shot through the clouds and atmosphere with the quickest blip of fire.

Sixshot sighed, "The best case scenario would be Overlord is already dead by the time Trepan gets to Elba. But we have to prepare for the worst."

“Correct,” Ultra Magnus uttered. “However, we should do everything in our power to prevent Overlord from reaching Cybertron at all. I propose we switch to the offensive and take the fight off-planet to Overlord.”

---

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Art:
The reflection: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Obsidian, a pup, and Strika: ARTificial Absinthe (artificial-absinthe on Tumblr)
Sunder enters the hospital: Captain Nemesis (captain_nemesis_ on Instagram)

Chapter 147: 6_5

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The Councillors launched into a discussion about Overlord, sharing everything they knew about him and their current ideas to combat him.

Strika suggested, “We can use Overlord's desire to kill Megatron to direct him away from Cybertron. Convince him that Megatron is elsewhere and lay a trap there.”

Override asked, “Just how would we convince him? Even if we sent out a call to Overlord telling him that Megatron is on another planet, what reason does he have to believe us?”

Bumblebee said, “Overlord will be expecting more tricks and traps from us, that's certain. Even if we faked a message from Megatron himself... he won't believe it.”

“Definitely,” Black Shadow agreed.

“We need someone he will believe,” Strika went on. “Someone who Overlord would not doubt if they said Megatron was on another planet.”

“Leozack and Lyzack?” Black Shadow pondered. “But his second-in-commands would never comply. Unless we let them escape with information they think is true.”

Strika replied, “That may work, but I have a better idea. We get someone who is known for wanting Megatron dead to pretend to help Overlord.”

Bumblebee jolted. “Are you suggesting… Starscream?”

“I am.”

Silverbolt cried, “Starscream has been missing since Megatron’s defection! And how could we ever trust him? Starscream would gladly turn on us to watch Overlord crush his Autobot enemies!”

Obsidian chuckled. “Oh, Starscream is more manageable than you realize. All we have to do is convince him that defeating Overlord aligns with his own interests... After all, Overlord is a nearly invincible Decepticon who could snatch leadership of Cybertron away from Starscream. He'll see it's best to work with allies now before it's too late."

Krok nodded. “It is possible to negotiate with him as long as he feels like he is winning.”

“Obsidian and I can get you Starscream,” Strika finished.

Ironhide spluttered, “You’ve known where he was this whole time?”

Obsidian replied, “We don't know where he is, but we know how to get in contact with him. Let this slide, and we can have Starscream here within the joor.”

---

“Hello, all.”

Starscream bowed sarcastically then strolled into the room with his wings raised high. Eyes gleaming, he grinned at the seated Councillors. Starscream leaned against the wall, folded his arms, and glanced at Predaking.

“Long time no see, hmm?” Starscream drawled. “Though I’m surprised a Predacon wound up a member of Cybertron’s new High Council.”

Predaking registered the insult but did nothing more than blink at Starscream. It felt like an eternity had passed since he last saw him; Starscream was almost a stranger to him now.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” Ultra Magnus began. “We want you to depart on a ship to intercept Overlord and send him a message. You will be accompanied but you will claim that you are alone and interested in helping Overlord terminate Megatron.”

“Will I?” Starscream examined his claw tips. “I don’t feel very motivated knowing that terminating Megatron isn’t really a part of your plan. I would rather join Overlord on his quest so that I may watch him destroy my former master. If your plan was ‘let Overlord kill Megatron, then turn against him’, I’d be all for it.”

Ultra Magnus responded, “Megatron’s whereabouts are unknown, and even if they were known, we would not bring him into play. We intend to create a trap where all participants are controlled.”

“And why would I want to side with you, opposed to the living weapon who would tear Megatron apart?”

Ironhide growled, “‘Cause Overlord’s a weapon that can be turned against you as well! Wouldn’t you like to get rid o’ him while you still got help?”

“I’m sure I can outsmart a simple gladiator, even an unconventionally strong one.”

“Overlord is more intelligent than you realize,” Sixshot warned.

Starscream smiled. “Ah, Sixshot. I didn’t notice you there. So many old faces. I never expected you and all the other generals would join the Autobots.”

“We are not Autobots!” Black Shadow snapped.

“Ignore him, everyone,” Obsidian sighed. “Starscream is just toying with us. He is acting like he won’t help us, but he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t already want to.”

“I never said I wanted to help you.” Starscream pursed his lips.

“Enough, Starscream,” Strika uttered. “You know that if you told us ‘no’ now, the Autobots would just arrest you and that would be it.”

“Oh, but what would you do without me?” Starscream chuckled. “You want a Decepticon who is famously anti-Megatron to talk to Overlord. I don’t think you can find anyone else who can fit that role! Overlord is expecting traps, so he will suspect anyone who leaves Cybertron and tries to talk to him. But me? Of course I would leave Cybertron and help a living superweapon kill Megatron! Everyone knows that. And I would have already done it, but do you know why I haven’t? Because I don’t know where Megatron is either.”

“Are you gonna help us or not, ‘Scream?” Kup asked. “Why’re you here?”

“Well, I don’t ignore bots when they’re just begging for my help!” Starscream grinned. “So since you are all so desperate, tell me, what are you going to give me in return?”

“Cybertron is in danger!” Silverbolt cried. “And still, you want some kind of reward?”

Starscream chuckled, “Last I heard, Overlord is still a Decepticon. I’m not in danger—just you Autobots.”

“‘Scream, listen,” Bumblebee said. “You don’t understand how dangerous Overlord is. He is not only a heavily armed outlier with invincible armour—his processor is damaged. He is unpredictable and violent, so even Decepticons are in danger.”

“I learned that the hard way.” Krok stretched to show Starscream his fresh scars. “Overlord even made me fight in his gladiatorial arena.”

“Gladiatorial arena?” Starscream scoffed. “How primitive, but predictable from a bot of his type.”

“Overlord is a danger to everyone,” Bumblebee stressed. “He does not have a stable mind.”

“No one has told me what my reward is yet.” Starscream’s eyebrows waggled.

Ironhide cried, “We jus’ told ya why it’s in your best interests t' help us!”

“Everyone stop,” Krok sighed. “Just give him what he wants.”

Starscream smiled.

“He’s taking advantage of a global threat!” Silverbolt protested.

Krok muttered, “It doesn’t matter. Just appease him and let’s get on with it. What do you want, Starscream?”

“Finally, a bot with some reason,” Starscream purred. “I want to be exempt from prosecution. No more Autobots pursuing me. No trial or punishment for whatever crimes you believe I committed.”

“What?” Ironhide hollered. “You’re expectin’ us to let you walk free?”

“You are letting them, aren’t you?” Starscream gestured at the Campaign Leaders. “I assure you, they are responsible for more deaths than I am.”

“That’s debatable,” Ironhide growled. “But we know for sure they got more honour than you.”

“Oh? How so?” Starscream scoffed.

Ultra Magnus cut in, “Your past actions are inexcusable. We are already aware of your war crimes.”

Starscream smirked. “There is nothing I did without reason. We could debate this all cycle, but I would rather not waste the time. I can mislead Overlord if you exempt me from prosecution. Do we have a deal?”

“No,” Ultra Magnus uttered. “Justice will be served.”

“Then I guess I won’t help you.” Starscream turned toward the door, then stopped at the sound of Autobot blasters powering on.

“Give him what he wants,” Krok repeated. “If we threaten him into doing this, he may side with Overlord halfway through and tell him our plan.”

“Oh, I would...” [Starscream slowly turned his head to leer at them.] “Is that what you want?”

Bumblebee told Ultra Magnus, “We might have to allow this.”

“We cannot trust Starscream to walk free.” Ultra Magnus shook his head. “No, we cannot trust Starscream at all, even with this plan. We will have to find someone else.”

Starscream sighed, “I would love for Cybertron to remain as it is now, except with me as a part of it. You should know that I am tired of destruction. My vision as the leader of the Decepticons was to revive Cybertron and restore it to its former glory, as it was during the Golden Age. I don’t wish for Overlord to ruin everything. But if I can’t be a part of Cybertron under your rule, then I will let Overlord tear you Autobots apart so that I try again under his rule.”

Starscream turned around to face them again.

“As for trust? You already have Council members who are far from trustworthy. The only reason Obsidian and Strika knew where to find me was because they were collaborating with me! What do you imagine we were discussing in private? How to care for the new Decepticon pets?”

Starscream pointed at the oblivious bumble-puppy in Obsidian’s lap.

“No, they plotted behind your backs with the freedom you gave them. Every Decepticon has done that because you tempt us to take this world from you! If you allow me full freedom, the only thing you have to fear is me rightfully claiming the rank of Sky Commander and beating you in the next election! I won’t deny my ambition to climb the ladder of power. But I’ll be more agreeable if you let me climb it.”

“Let’s hold a vote,” Override spoke up. “We Velocitronians do not know Starscream, but I agree with the Decepticons when they say that we need Starscream to help us willingly. I vote that we exempt Starscream from punishment.”

“I second that vote,” added Ransack.

“Our first vote?” Black Shadow exclaimed. “Should we go around the table or make it anonymous?”

“I vote yes to appeasing Starscream,” Krok muttered.

“Yes,” Obsidian and Strika echoed.

“I agree,” Sixshot added.

“Yeah, me too,” Black Shadow affirmed. “Yes. There, the Autobots are already outvoted.”

Predaking rumbled, “I… vote in support of this as well.”

“How kind, a bonus vote,” Starscream smirked anew. “Well, Autobots, this is what you get for adding Decepticons and Neutral bots to your Council. You have no choice now but to accept their decision.”

---

Continue to 6_6

Chapter 148: 6_6

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Starscream lounged in the back corner of the room as the Councillors finalized their plan. In the end, Silverbolt prepared a simple presentation, relics were collected and brought in by other Autobots, then new guests were summoned.

[Five enormous silver, yellow, and red Autobots stomped in, rattling the floor. All of them stood at Predacon height except for their smallest winged member, and beastly parts were embedded in their thick, smooth armour.]

“Grimlock is the leader of the Dinobots,” Bumblebee murmured to Predaking.

[The black-headed, red-eyed Autobot marched up to Predaking and stared him down.]

“I heard about you, transforming Predacons,” Grimlock uttered. “We’ve fought Predacons on Cybertron: bot-eating monsters made by Shockwave and the Forged.”

“There were more Predacons?” Predaking gasped.

Grimlock growled, “Don’t sound excited. We’d be a lot happier if we never had to see another Predacon again. I liked it better when you were extinct.”

Predaking jolted. Bumblebee called out, “We’re on the same team here! Predaking isn’t like the other Predacons you’ve fought before!”

“He was made by Shockwave to be a killing machine,” Grimlock grunted. “He’s no different from the rest of 'em. He’ll have the same raging, murdering instinct inside him.”

Predaking hissed, “I am more than a beast! I have proven myself many times over!”

“Nothing Shockwave has touched is good. Us? We ain’t good either,” Grimlock snarled. “That’s how I know what you're like inside. You’re just like us, except a purebred monster of the ancient past.”

Kup walked over and patted Grimlock. “Now I know you were all bound to meet sometime, and it wasn’t gonna be a pretty meeting, but we don’t got time for you to chitchat. Dinobots ‘n Predacon, you’re both the powerful brutes we need for this mission! It's time to work together against a common enemy!”

“Yeah, Grimlock,” a Dinobot with red triangular plates said.

Predaking noticed the rest of the Dinobots looked a bit embarrassed by their leader’s behaviour.

“You’re expecting us to work with Decepticons.” Grimlock swung his head to specify the six Decepticons in the room. “With Starscream: the slimiest 'Con of all! This plan is so bad that we agreed to come only 'cause we didn't want it to go wrong. We'll beat down any ‘Con who steps out of line.”

The Decepticon generals glared icily back at the Dinobots. Suddenly, Star Saber stepped through the door but paused.

“Is everything alright in here?” Star Saber asked.

“It will be,” Ultra Magnus muttered. “Everyone, settle down while we wait for the others.”

The Dinobots lined up on each side of the door for a clear view of Predaking and the Decepticons. Star Saber padded to the back corner of the room opposite to Starscream, then Rewind trotted in, apologizing for his tardiness.

“Chromedome tried to stop me,” he explained.

Spinister, First Aid, Ratchet, and another non-combatant medic Predaking did not recognize entered the room separately.

Finally, four Aerialbots crammed into the room and gawked at Starscream.

“Superion is present,” Silverbolt announced from his seat.

The Aerialbots crept up to surround Silverbolt, their gazes still locked onto the smirking Starscream.

Star Saber gently asked, “Should we invite more warriors?”

“Too many soldiers will complicate the mission.” Ultra Magnus looked around. “This will do.”

A blue and white Seeker entered last, carrying a briefcase and a golden staff.

“We are all here,” Ultra Magnus declared. “Now, the presentation, Silverbolt.”

Silverbolt stood and took control of the large screen facing the audience. “Right, newcomers. We asked for the help of strong, courageous volunteers to take down Cybertron’s biggest current threat. You will get hurt, but we will do everything possible to make sure you don’t perish. This is our enemy; this is Overlord.”

[Silverbolt pulled up images and footage of Overlord battling in his bot-form and split alt-modes.]

“You may already know him,” Silverbolt said, “but he is not how you remember him. Firstly, Overlord was experimented on. Now, his armour is impenetrable and he cannot be physically harmed. This Decepticon is so powerful that he single-handedly took down three warships: the Ark, the Nemesis, and the Tidal Wave. Overlord decimated the pirate faction called the Star Seekers. You will have to get it into your heads right now that your own attacks will not hurt Overlord, and if you try to strike him, you will only harm yourself.”

Silverbolt looked straight at the Dinobots.

“Secondly, he is no longer loyal to Megatron. He greatly wishes to extinguish Megatron’s spark and we will take advantage of this. The plan is simple: convince Overlord to enter an enclosed area in the hope of finding Megatron, then pin him down long enough for us to use the Immobilizer and Spark Extractor on him. Only the Spark Extractor is guaranteed to work on Overlord, which Brainstorm remade into a staff instead of a bomb. We might not need everyone to participate when it comes down to it, but we may need backup in case we have difficulty pinning him. Overlord's armour may be impenetrable, but he is still a Cybertronian with limited strength. We will overwhelm him with our combined weight to hold him down.”

“That’s the only way to kill him?” Grimlock grumbled. “This Spark Extractor?”

“Yes,” Silverbolt replied. “Now, the mission will include bots who have enough armour to survive several shots from Overlord’s blasters. When you grab him, it is certain that you will get shot. Don’t be a hero. If you get hurt, let go and allow someone else take your place. We have extra bots to cycle through for this reason. If we do this right, it will be over fast and not everyone may even need to touch Overlord. For this mission, we aren’t taking everyone in the room. Those on the tackle team will be our five Dinobots, the five components of Superion, one Predacon, Star Saber, and Sixshot—thirteen bots, nine of them flight-capable. Adding to our lucky number, we will be taking the medics First Aid, Red Alert, Ratchet, and Spinister, who agreed to come. Our job is to set up the trap while Starscream sways Overlord to walk into it."

Silverbolt picked up a black rod that had been set out on the table.

"Starscream will take a separate ship to intercept Overlord, with Rewind onboard armed with the Immobilizer to keep an eye on him. The Immobilizer is a weapon that locks a bot's body in stasis without affecting their processor: it's a conscious stasis lock. That is why we believe it will be effective on Overlord even with his malfunctioning processor.”

“One Minicon to control Starscream?” Grimlock growled.

“This is so Rewind can easily hide in case Overlord feels the need to check Starscream’s ship.”

Silverbolt passed the Immobilizer to Rewind.

The smallest Dinobot said, “Wouldn’t that be the perfect time to immobilize Overlord?”

Silverbolt explained, “We can't guarantee that Overlord will board Starscream's ship. And we aren’t entirely sure if the Immobilizer will work on him, since a different wave attack failed on him in the past. We don’t want Rewind to reveal himself and fail. Overlord would kill them both, and knowing everything is a trap, he would set course back for Cybertron. We are following the script so that we can get Overlord into a closed underground area, pin him to the ground, and press the Spark Extractor to his chest.”

Brainstorm gave the golden staff to Silverbolt.

“Overlord and Starscream will arrive on Chaar, a Decepticon refuge where Overlord could imagine to find Megatron," Silverbolt went on. "Starscream will lead Overlord into an underground cave system, and we will all travel to Chaar beforehand to prep a location. When they walk into the cave, we'll be concealed at the sides using Light Bender technology. We want Overlord's exit to be blocked and for him to be unknowingly surrounded before we throw a flashbomb at him.”

Brainstorm pulled the Light Benders out from his briefcase, then the flashbomb, setting them all on the table.

Silverbolt continued, “One of us will throw the flashbomb and yell. Let's not give Overlord the idea to shut his optics with us though. Let's just say, ‘Shut!’ and everyone—close your optics or you will be temporarily blinded. Those with relics will go for Overlord while he's blind. Rewind will be back at this point with the Immobilizer, following behind Starscream and Overlord as they go underground. Since he is the most vulnerable, we will pass Rewind the Apex Armour at this time.”

[Silverbolt lay his hand on a silver and blue, shield-like relic on the table as well as a small curved silver one.]

“As Rewind dons the armour, Sixshot will use the Polarity Gauntlet on Overlord and try to pull Overlord to the ground or at least throw off his balance. We are assuming Overlord will be firing blindly; avoid his front and sides to attack him from behind.”

[The smaller relic was passed to Sixshot.]

Silverbolt showed a diagram onscreen highlighting the forty-one weapons on Overlord's body: his chainsaws, guns, cannons, and missiles.

“His deadliest weapon is the cannon on his back. Overlord can detach part of it to use as a powerful blaster, but when it is used at full power in his tank-form, one shot from that could prove fatal to even a Dinobot or Predacon. We want to finish Overlord before he can transform, but if he transforms, continue holding him down and restrain that cannon. When restraining him in bot-form, hold his arms and legs and avoid his chest area. Make sure to mind his arm blasters because they are also incredibly powerful.”

Silverbolt nodded at Rewind.

“The armoured Minicon will be in charge of the Immobilizer and the Spark Extractor. I will pass the Spark Extractor to him at the same time as the Apex Armour. If something goes wrong, I or someone else may have to take Rewind's place. Rewind will try the Immobilizer first; if it freezes Overlord, terminating him with the Spark Extractor will be easy. We hope that Rewind's small size will allow him to squeeze between us more easily as we are holding down Overlord."

Star Saber recapped, “So the responsibility of terminating Overlord goes to Rewind and the rest of us will work as a team to restrain Overlord.”

Sixshot said, “It could all be over in an astro-minute, but it will be one hell of an astro-minute. Overlord has never lost his combat skills. Even when he gained impenetrable armour, he still obsessively trained to stay sharp.”

“In case Overlord tries to make an escape, the Aerialbots will be positioned near the front of the cave,” Silverbolt added. “To block him or chase him in the sky as Superion. We will put Swoop and Predaking closer to the back as well. Now if Overlord or half of him does get back outside, we need to pin him down to the ground and get Rewind over to us.”

“Where will the medics be?” First Aid asked.

“Far from danger,” Silverbolt answered. “We will keep you on the other side of the planet in the Nemesis. We will contact you when you are needed and you can open a ground bridge portal. Ratchet, can you take charge of this?”

“I can,” Ratchet exhaled.

Ultra Magnus called out, “Does everyone understand their duties? Now is the time to speak up if anything is not perfectly clear.”

---

The attack team had only been given a short amount of time to say their farewells. When Predaking walked into the Iacon hospital and gathered his recovering brethren, they did not anticipate the news he would bring.

Ripclaw, Skylynx, and Darksteel lined up in an empty hall, gazing at Predaking in bot-form with eyes that grew rounder the longer Predaking frowned wordlessly at them. Even Darksteel was silent as he waited for Predaking to speak, and he stayed silent until Predaking had explained everything.

“Predaking, you’re not fully recovered,” Ripclaw inhaled. “Don’t go with them; Overlord will kill you.”

“Let the others handle it,” Skylynx agreed. “They do not need you.”

“I am strong enough for this,” Predaking growled. “No matter how he damages me, I will not yield.”

“Someone else can take your place,” Skylynx pressed.

“Me!” Darksteel said. “I’m not as hurt as you. If they need a Predacon, I—”

“No!” Predaking gasped.

“I can come with you! I can give you more strength!”

Predaking clasped Darksteel’s shoulders. “None of you will face Overlord ever again. I cannot bear the sight of him wounding you, or worse, terminating you. And if any of you took my place and perished… I could not live with myself.”

Predaking's brethren stared at him, frozen. Then, Ripclaw breathed, “Predaking, how do you imagine we would feel, if you went to fight Overlord and died when we could have stopped you or helped you?”

Predaking shut his eyes and bared his teeth. “I have survived Overlord thus far; I know him better than you. I have suffered too much to allow the task of ending him to be delegated to others. I must be there. I promise you three that I will return alive for your sake. I am your leader, but more than that… I am your family. The love I feel for you all will empower me to survive and emerge victorious. So… farewell. I will see you when it is over.”

Predaking embraced Darksteel.

Skylynx said, “Predaking—”

Arms wrapped around Skylynx and silenced him.

“Predaking…” Ripclaw rumbled.

Predaking squeezed her then departed, and nothing his brethren called could make him turn his back.

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A bright blue star glimmered over Chaar, but below the planet's atmosphere stretched a red sky of a dying pale hue. Wind gusted over maroon stone and whistled through tall pillars of rock a short distance away from the cave.

“Here,” Spinister declared over the datapad in his hand. “The old abode.” 

The Decepticon medic entered the cave followed by the heavy footsteps of eighteen other bots. All the other medics assigned to the mission stayed close to him: Ratchet, First Aid, and Red Alert. They familiarized themselves with the turns of the cold tunnel as did the others: the five Aerialbots, the five Dinobots, Star Saber, Sixshot, Starscream, Rewind, and Predaking.

Predaking stuck close to Sixshot and rumbled quietly to him, “Do you believe Megatron might have truly exiled himself to a place like this?”

“I don't know,” Sixshot murmured. “I never would have imagined Megatron renouncing our cause to begin with, let alone exiling himself. Who can say what he would do and where he would go now?”

I suppose Overlord feels the same, Predaking thought.

After the team had rehearsed their positions, they returned to the Nemesis parked nearby. Although they passed through the space bridge back to Cybertron, they remained in orbit instead of returning home. Their duty was to wait for the mobilization call after Starscream and Rewind departed in the direction of Elba. However, days passed without an answer to Starscream's calls.

“Boring, huh?” The black-headed Aerialbot slumped beside Predaking, curled up in beast form on the lower window. “Hi again, it's Skydive. I can tell you stories, if you like, to pass the time.”

Predaking turned his head to gaze at him. Sixshot overheard, heading away from Spinister to sit on Predaking's other side.

“That would be appreciated,” Sixshot replied. He patted Predaking on the claws. “I know you would rather see your brethren now, so let's keep ourselves occupied. I miss Black Shadow myself, but we're on call.”

Star Saber wandered down, then Silverbolt and the rest of his soldiers. The others reintroduced themselves by name: Air Raid, Fireflight, and Slingshot. Skydive opted to tell tales of old, of life on Cybertron long before the War. The other Aerialbots pitched in, creating a fantastical summary of warring kingdoms, castles, villages, and treks.

“Because no one knew how to transform and there were no vehicles yet,” Fireflight said.

Sixshot asked, “Did any of you live through the Age of Origins?”

“Nah,” Air Raid chuckled. “Probably obvious from our two-part names, though.”

Ratchet announced from the catwalk, “I lived through that time. I crossed half the planet on foot to reach Iacon, a developing city of scholars, to study medicine. And, I was there when the Quintessons first began abducting Cybertronians.” 

Fireflight whispered, “Okay, he has one of the weird old one-part names. Checks out.”

“Go on,” Skydive encouraged. 

Ratchet relayed his personal experience during the Quintesson occupation of Cybertron, in which through lies and manipulation, an alien species attempted to enslave the world.

“My forging exposed their lies!” Silverbolt boasted. “Ratchet, you were there! It was all televised. The Quintessons claimed they gifted Cybertronians with T-cogs, but you scanned me fresh from the Well to prove that I had one. Then I transformed in front of everyone!”

Predaking's eyes lit up. Their stories fascinated him, but most of all, hearing how Cybertronians banded together to drive off the enemy inspired him. If they could drive off an entire invading army of advanced aliens, then perhaps, defeating Overlord would be more feasible.

As though reading Predaking's mind, Fireflight piped up, “Yeah, we got Overlord covered. Superion alone could pin the big brute down! No offence there, Dinobots. You too could pin him. All us together with a Predacon, it's overkill. Overkill for Overlord though, right?” 

“Heh heh, right,” the smallest Dinobot said. All the Dinobots had stayed silent, standing over the edge and looking down at those in the lower level. Previously when Predaking had transformed to lie in his familiar spot, they had glared at him with fierce hostility. As time passed, they began to look around the rest of the room.

“That's Swoop,” Skydive told Predaking, then called at the Dinobots, “Hey, why don't you all show Predaking your forms? Let him know what strong allies he'll be fighting with!”

Grimlock grunted, but Swoop replied, “Eh sure, why not?”

Swoop transformed into a beast with smooth silver wings.

“Can talk in this form too!” he exclaimed with a clack of his long yellow beak.

“Some would say it's a shame,” another Dinobot jibed before transforming into a stout beast with several red plates emerging from his back. “They call me Snarl.”

Another Dinobot transformed into a beast with two horns sprouting from his head, calling himself Slug. One became a beast with a long neck and tail: Sludge.

“I ain't doing a demonstration here for the fun of it,” Grimlock growled. “My form is the strongest of the lot, but it's the most dangerous. I start to lose my mind when in it too long. But you can trust my power, Predacon. Like I said, I've taken on your kind before.”

Predaking transformed to bot-form. “I would be honoured if you told me about those Predacons you have battled. Might they still live?”

Grimlock snapped, “I still ain't gonna talk about 'em. They were feral. They devoured innocent bots. If you wanna feel honoured, feel honoured I'm givin' you a chance.”

The other Dinobots returned to bot-form and looked guiltily at Predaking.

“Er, let's talk about something else. Tales of the original Primes?” Skydive suggested. “Who here has heard some good ones?”

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Many stories needed to be told as the team waited twenty long days before hearing from Starscream. In that time, they had wandered all the halls of the Nemesis and had even briefly returned to Chaar for rehearsal. When word finally came in the from of a recorded video by Rewind, all warriors and medics gathered to watch what was displayed onscreen.

[From Rewind's viewpoint, the camera looked up from to floor to Starscream standing straight with his hands clasped behind his back. The screen before him was suddenly filled by Overlord’s face and chest. His eyes were once again vibrant red, yet half-lidded in his usual fatigued expression.]

“Ah, Overlord,” Starscream drawled. “Thank you for answering my call. I have a proposition for you that I know you will like.”

“What are you doing out here in deep space?” Overlord rumbled.

“I came to find you. Oh, how all of Cybertron is in a state of unrest! There isn’t one Autobot or Decepticon who isn’t talking about the Campaign leader who became invincible. They are preparing to fight you, you know. On Cybertron they are waiting with the Apex Armour, the Immobilizer, and the Spark Extractor.”

“He is saying too much!” Silverbolt cried.

“No,” Sixshot said. “We already threatened Overlord with those relics. Starscream is pretending to spill our plan. He isn’t.”

Starscream finished, “But… you can avoid all that entirely. You don’t have to go to Cybertron, because Megatron isn’t there.”

Overlord leaned closer to his camera and his eyes sharpened. “Where is Megatron?”

Starscream spread his arms. “I will gladly tell you, Overlord. I only want one thing in return: you gift me Megatron's head as a souvenir. Kill him for me. Be my weapon, and together, we can take vengeance on him for all that he did to us!”

Overlord’s lips twitched. “Yes. Take me to him, Starscream. You may watch me pull him apart.”

“I can give you his coordinates. Megatron is taking refuge on Chaar in a cave system, but only I know this. I followed him in his exile and stayed with him until he turned on me. I was forced to flee for my life! Naturally, I left the other Decepticons ignorant. Had they known where Megatron was, they would have flocked to him and begged for his leadership! In Megatron’s absence, I have a chance to take command of the lost Decepticon faction. I don’t want Megatron to return or for anyone to find out where he is; he would ruin all of my plans! So, kill Megatron for me and take all the glory for it if you wish. I only need him out of my way.”

“You haven’t changed, Starscream.” Overlord smirked. “But give me Megatron and I will feed your ambitions. To Chaar we go.”

“Here are the coordinates,” Starscream said.

Overlord looked down, then smiled back at the screen.

“I invite you to enjoy the show,” Overlord insisted. “Will it not satisfy you on a deeper level to watch Megatron leave this universe screaming?”

“Overlord is a little suspicious of Starscream,” Sixshot pointed out.

Starscream excused himself. “Megatron swore to kill me on sight! I barely escaped his wrath last time; I would feel much more comfortable keeping my distance. I’ll just have to use my imagination.”

“Why did Megatron turn on you?” Overlord asked.

Starscream sighed, “Megatron has gone mad, spewing nonsense about 'repenting'. He… called me his mistake: someone he should have killed long ago to purify the Decepticon cause. He blamed me for the faction’s corruption, for shifting his focus onto power and control to protect his position from me. He ranted that I would never change and that I was a danger to all, so if he killed me, he would be doing the universe a favour…”

Predaking wondered if this was more than just a story Starscream had fabricated, if any of it was real. Had Starscream met Megatron after he renounced the cause, or was Starscream truly such a creative liar?

Overlord inquired, “What does Megatron want to repent for?”

“For being a Decepticon.”

Overlord’s eyes widened and his lips pulled back, showing his smooth teeth.

“Yes, exactly,” Starscream encouraged. “Megatron believes everything he did was a mistake, and he wanted to kill me to make up for his past. I predict he will start hunting down all Decepticons, convinced it will cleanse him of his ‘sins’!”

“I will make him suffer,” Overlord uttered. “He had no right to abandon his own and I will never allow him to kill them. Have no fear, Starscream. I will make certain that Megatron is far too busy writhing in pain to harm you.”

Starscream paused.

“I will protect you from him.” Overlord’s eyelids drooped. “Could you truly live with the regret of having missed witnessing the light fade from Megatron’s optics? Or if you prefer, I can tear open his chest so that we may watch the light fade from his spark chamber.”

“You’re right…” Starscream grasped his chin. “If you can occupy him, then I could be your honoured audience. I know how much a gladiator like you craves one.”

“Excellent. Come now, Starscream.”

“Step one success!” Silverbolt boomed. “Let’s mobilize!”

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The world was cold and still that day with not a breath of wind grazing their metal. The assault team crept out of the ground bridge portal, leaving the Nemesis on the other side of Chaar. Predaking shivered as the cave loomed before him: the tight darkness where they would trap Overlord and be trapped with him. Everyone readjusted their grips on their energon lights, Light Benders, or assigned relics, but before they entered the cave, Star Saber stepped out in front of them.

“Before we hide ourselves, I want to remind everyone that we will only survive this by watching each other’s backs. I want you to think about this while we wait for Overlord.”

Predaking’s spark pounded, but a warm wave of reassurance swept over him. Heads held high, everyone marched into the cave to prepare the tunnel. Predaking helped pin the energon lights to the wall while others activated the Light Benders. The lights and the stone walls seemed to close in, looking entirely real and solid until Predaking watched Autobots pass through them and vanish from sight.

“Predaking, try stepping behind that wall.” Sixshot pointed with the Polarity Gauntlet.

Predaking stepped through one of the fake walls. At once, he could no longer see everyone else standing on the other side.

“We can’t see you anymore,” Sixshot informed him.

Predaking shivered standing in his designated spot. He hurried back out a few moments later.

The Dinobots thumped down to the Light Benders set up deepest in the tunnel. They had already decided they would be the first to pounce on Overlord, and as cowardly as it felt, Predaking hoped that the Dinobots could manage Overlord without him. Predaking was less afraid of Overlord’s blasters and more afraid of his huge crunching hands. He could still feel the ghost of Overlord's fingers around his neck: the brief pressure before those fingers had withdrawn. Echoing in Predaking's mind were the cracks of Pipes' body, Skylynx's plates, and Black Shadow's legs.

Sixshot noticed his quivering body and round yellow eyes. “Everything will be alright, Predaking. We are all going home after this.”

Predaking stared at him with a deep frown.

Sixshot added, “Besides, Black Shadow said he would kill me if I died here.”

As the Aerialbots and Star Saber ducked behind the projections, Sixshot and Predaking also committed to hiding.

Sixshot said, “I’ll be right beside you, just like before. We can take Overlord. We already did the hardest part: escaping Elba.”

Predaking was relieved to at least be able to see Sixshot beside him and other allies poised to strike. No one spoke, but occasionally Predaking heard a joint creak as they waited. Their small noises ceased when the engines of smaller ships rumbled in the sky and passed over them. Sixshot stiffened as Predaking did, and Sixshot tightened his grip on the Polarity Gauntlet. The white pupils of the Decepticon general narrowed and he very slowly bunched his legs.

They waited an eternity with their bodies tensed and their sparks strained, but then, light footsteps tapped closer with the crunch of much heavier ones. At the sound of Overlord’s footfalls, Predaking’s spark leapt up to his throat. His body quaked and the fear that his rattling plates would alert Overlord only made Predaking quake harder. Predaking clutched himself hard to restrain his shaking; Sixshot slowly reached out and touched Predaking’s arm.

Starscream’s voice was startlingly close.

“Through that cave, you will descend into a tunnel system,” Starscream explained. “The entrance is dark, but walk until the path slopes downward, then you will see the lights.”

Overlord and Starscream strolled closer to the mouth of the cave, then Starscream chuckled as though he were shaking his head as well.

“Megatron has no idea how powerful you are now.”

“No, he does not.” Overlord uttered.

They walked a little closer. Overlord let out a sigh.

“But before he realizes it... you will first.”

A shriek followed sudden movement. Starscream seemed to have been snatched as his next cry came from higher up.

“Oh, Starscream…” Overlord breathed. “I have waited far too long for this. You, no longer of use to Megatron, alone with me..."

“What are you doing?” Starscream screeched. “I thought we were partners! Megatron is down there, waiting for you!”

“Heh… Heh heh…” Overlord chuckled dryly. “Oh, how ignorant you are. I always hated you, Starscream. You cared nothing about the Decepticon cause; you only joined because you sought power. Although I now despise Megatron even more than you, I will never forgive you for being the dirty selfish cretin that you are.”

Predaking jerked to hear slowly denting metal and Starscream's wail.

“Perhaps your shrill death screams will draw out Megatron,” Overlord muttered. “He may be curious to see who finally did what he never dared do himself, but ought to have millennia ago. I often encouraged him to kill you in the past, but he never listened to me. The only good that came out of Megatron’s change of spark is that he realized you needed to be exterminated.”

“I’m on your side,” Starscream whimpered. “I-I warned you, I—”

Something tore and a hoarse scream flew out Starscream’s throat. Predaking jolted forward, but Sixshot’s grip tightened on Predaking’s arm. Starscream’s whines and gasps continued as he pounded vain kicks against Overlord’s metal. Another long and messy ripping noise followed, then Starscream’s screech drove Predaking to break cover and tumble out into the tunnel.

“Don’t break position!” Sixshot whisper-yelled, stepping out then yanking Predaking back with a desperate tug. “It’s all over otherwise!”

There was a thud as Overlord dropped Starscream.

“No!” Starscream sobbed. “Help! Help me!”

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Choice 1: Hold your position...... Go to 6_9
Choice 2: Save Starscream.......... Go to 6_10

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Art:
Overlord walks with Starscream: Elaiz (elaiz90 on DeviantArt, _elaiz_ on Instagram)
Overlord tears Starscream's wings: mostly-him (Tumblr)

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You chose to hold your position

 

Predaking did not rush outside the cave.

There is nothing I can do, he thought.

With Sixshot, he stepped back behind the projection and out of sight.

All of Cybertron is relying on us.

No one answered Starscream’s plea. Overlord’s foot slammed down, metal crunched, and the screams turned into quieter clucking sounds. Predaking closed his eyes and held his mouth and gut, jerking when Overlord’s foot came down again and the second crunch sounded wetter. Starscream ceased making noise at that point, but the third stomp came regardless, squelching.

Spark throbbing, Predaking was haunted by the silence that came after.

Overlord dragged his foot over the ground, then headed back toward the cave with one footstep sounding stickier than the other. He did not travel far before he stopped.

“Now, who were you calling to for help, Starscream?” Overlord pondered. “I thought Megatron despised you… Unless... it was not Megatron that cry was addressed to...”

The attack team heard the sound of transformation outside.

“Attack!” Silverbolt cried.

The Aerialbots charged out of hiding before Sixshot and Predaking tore out after them. Three Aerialbots sprinted out the cave’s mouth before there was a flash of pink and an explosion at the exit. Stone split and collapsed, slamming Predaking and Sixshot to the ground. Rocks piled up on his body but Predaking was no stranger to the experience. Snarling and roaring, Predaking pushed with all of his strength and rose with what felt like a mountain upon his back. After he clawed his way to the surface and hurled rocks aside, he teetered on top of a new hill and heard the struggles of everyone else buried beneath him.

A trail of bodies led up to where Predaking had emerged. The gory remains of Starscream lay in the open: his wings were torn and scattered, and his unused missiles crushed like his arms and the rest of him. Silverbolt and two other Aerialbots had been slaughtered with no chance to combine, their bodies sizzling from gaping holes or lying quietly with their heads torn off. The Apex Armour was missing under the rubble while the snapped end of the Spark Extractor peeked out from under a rock.

Rewind’s approaching black form did nothing to stop the flood of horror that rushed through Predaking’s veins. Seeing the destroyed weapon among the strewn bodies almost petrified him, but Predaking spun at Sixshot’s holler. Overlord stood over him and crushed his head that had just popped out from the ground. Then, he tore off Sixshot's arm which held the Polarity Gauntlet, prying it from his fingers and claiming it for himself.

Overlord had not spared Predaking a glance until that moment. Suddenly he pointed the Polarity Gauntlet at Predaking and fired it.

Repelling magnetic force knocked Predaking off his feet. He fell back while Overlord stumbled in surprise, corrected himself, and exclaimed, “Well! This appears to be neither the Spark Extractor nor the Immobilizer! What other sorts of weapon did you hope to use against me?”

Overlord dropped the relic and stomped it as he charged at Predaking. Hands snatched Predaking's shoulders and shoved him down the hill. The back of Predaking’s head bashed the stone, then he recovered only to find Overlord over him. Intense red eyes locked with his. Panicking, Predaking gasped and looked around himself for help. Deeper below ground, the roars of the Dinobots were muffled by the rock still separating them. 

The whizzing of Rewind came closer, but Overlord raised his arm, fired once, then turned his attention back to Predaking.

“Predaking…” Overlord ignored the small crash nearby, speaking in a voice that threatened to crack. “Where is Megatron? Where is he? You know what happened to him! You were the last one to serve him! You lied to me!”

“I-I-I…”

“Tell me and I will let you live.” Overlord’s hands slid across Predaking's shoulders toward his neck. “I only want one thing. None of you will stop me from getting to Megatron... Give. Him. To. Me.”

Predaking was too terrified to think. No lies could pour out his throat now as Overlord’s fingers wrapped around it.

“I… do not… I…”

The faces of Predaking’s brethren flashed through his mind as he stared into Overlord’s crazed eyes. The fingers tightened and Predaking felt and heard the snap of his plates. Though the Dinobots clawed closer to the surface, they were still too far away.

“Tell me…” Overlord choked.

Predaking’s eyes rolled back. When Overlord’s thumbs pressed down and broke his voice box, he could no longer make a sound. His mouth moved to form silent words, then everything faded to black with the closing of Overlord’s fingers.

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Game Over: The End of All Things

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Custom fight song for this chapter is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CnLftepsY8
Or search for "Transformers Mercy Overlord" on YouTube and you may find it on my channel

You chose to save Starscream

 

Predaking exploded from the cave with neither a shout nor a roar. Overlord stood with his back to him and his foot lifted over Starscream’s bloody, wingless form. At the thunder of Predaking’s footsteps, Overlord turned his head and widened his eyes.

“Mega—?”

Predaking tackled Overlord, wrapping his arms around his waist and squeezing hard. Overlord gasped softly as he was swept off his feet, before tilting his head to stare into Predaking’s eyes. In their shared moment of weightlessness, Overlord recognized him, then they hit the ground and cracked the rock beneath them.

“Predaking?” Overlord blinked.

“Pr-Predaking?” Starscream choked.

Sixshot sprinted from the cave. “No!”

Blasters burst from Overlord’s chest and hips, chik-chik-chik-chiking until they fully extended and began to glow. Predaking rolled sideways to avoid the firepower, but Overlord rolled with him and slammed him to the ground. Sixshot's cry was muffled when dozens of guns blasted down on Predaking. Layer by layer, his metal burned away. Though he screamed and fought, Overlord's powerful hands crunched his arms to hold him in place. Deep holes sizzled through him and his blood threatened to boil, but then, Overlord leapt off him suddenly.

Predaking lay back, gasping. His head rolled. Sixshot pointed the Polarity Gauntlet at Overlord, catching his upper body in a humming magnetic field. As Sixshot strained to pull down Overlord, the massive Decepticon resisted with bared teeth. Slowly, Overlord stood, raised one arm, then fired his blaster.

Green plating and streams of energon flew off Sixshot's body. Hitting the ground, Sixshot held his smoking chest as the Polarity Gauntlet clattered beside him. Overlord charged him while Predaking shoved himself onto his hands and knees, desperately trying to stand.

“Shut!” Star Saber shouted.

The flash bomb bounced off Overlord’s chest as Star Saber came racing in. Sixshot and Predaking shut their eyes and after a bang, Overlord hollered. Predaking peeked at Overlord stumbling and patting his wide leaking eyes. Starscream crawled behind a boulder while Star Saber dragged Sixshot to safety.

Silverbolt pelted out from the cave with the Apex Armour and the Spark Extractor. He stared into the distance; Predaking stared with him at Rewind still crossing the rocky field as a small black torpedo.

“Scrap!” Silverbolt tossed the Apex Armour and the Spark Extractor at Star Saber’s feet. “To me, Aerialbots!”

Overlord turned his head to the sound of the Aerialbots combining, then to the whistling engine of the incoming Minicon. Though Overlord was meant to be blinded, he shot at Rewind with frightening accuracy. One blast grazed Rewind and he spiralled out of control. With a shout of pain, Rewind hit the ground and lost his grip on the Immobilizer.

“IT ENDS HERE!”

Superion grabbed Overlord's arms, shoving him face first into the ground. Overlord kicked back at Superion’s kneecap, cracking it and making him stumble. Freeing an arm, Overlord ground his fingers into Superion's forearm and punctured holes through his armour. Once the Combiner flailed and lost his balance, Overlord flipped onto his back and unleashed blasterfire into his torso. Superion’s jaw dropped and he bellowed with the collective agony of several bots.

Swoop shot by on a beeline for Rewind.

“I got it!” he cried.

The four other Dinobots surged from the cave on pounding clawed feet. Overlord toppled Superion, stood, and faced them. Roaring, the four beasts crashed into Overlord and pinned him to the ground by each of his limbs. Star Saber gasped and grabbed the Apex Armour. Slapping the relic onto his chest, Star Saber let impenetrable plates shoot out and cover his body. He scooped up the Spark Extractor just as Overlord gazed around with eyes still blind, or at least, Predaking assumed and hoped.

“Megatron isn’t here...” Overlord choked. “Megatron isn’t here!”

Overlord caterwauled and let loose his missiles. They struck the Dinobots and engulfed them in an explosion. Rocks launched while smoke and fire billowed to the sky, yet within the obscurity, Overlord's blasters fired pink.

Predaking struggled back onto his feet but could do no more than gape at the shadows madly fighting in the smoke and pink flashes. Huge fists, claws, teeth, and tails battered Overlord, only resulting in shouts of pain from the assailants. Dinobots crashed into each other and Superion's legs as Overlord wove through them, firing and throwing punches. Superion's fingers squeezed each Dinobot trying to find their target, only to get bitten in the confusion.

Star Saber orbited the smoke, seeking a chance to dart in with the Spark Extractor. However, the firing within the smoke stopped. A long sound of transformation followed an electric boom. A few Dinobots yelled:

“Hold him down, quick!”

“Stop him!”

“Scrap!”

A jet twirled from the smoke. Spinning around, it fired down with the powerful blasters on its wings. Though it was Overlord's blue and white colour scheme, the jet was sleeker than expected. Predaking gaped at the silhouette of a tank which now sat in the blaze with the Autobots. While the Dinobots dodged the scorching rain from above, a glowing pink tank cannon turned on Superion.

The Combiner boomed, “SEPARATE!”

Superion crumbled and the five Aerialbots leapt out of the smoke. A beam of pink shot out and clove Silverbolt’s arm from his body. His limb followed the beam and withered into a black crisp. Grimlock's maw clamped down on Overlord's cannon, but it twisted free of his teeth and targeted Sludge. Another pink beam fired and the shadow of a severed head flew away.

Predaking limped toward the battle. Star Saber raced to him, laying the broad hand of the Apex Armour on his arm.

“Get to cover!” Star Saber called. “Predaking, you’re injured! Stand down!”

Predaking glanced down at the blue coat of energon painting his body and dripping onto his feet.

“Let’s go!” Star Saber tried to drag him, but he was too heavy for the Autobot to move. Predaking did not look away from the fight; he barely registered why Star Saber was yelling at him.

Swoop set Rewind down beside Sixshot, then shot after Overlord's jet-half with the Immobilizer in his claws. Turning, Overlord fired at the Dinobot and the relic. Swoop tilted and dodged the blasts as the four other Aerialbots flew in to support him.

Swoop cried, “Hold him still!”

Overlord flipped sideways when Fireflight transformed, dodging the Autobot's swiping fingers. Air Raid dropped down but Overlord accelerated before he landed on his back. When Slingshot streaked at Overlord, the Decepticon transformed in the air and let the Aerialbot crash into his embrace. Black hands clasped his wings then tore them from his body. Throwing the pieces away, Overlord returned to jet-mode and let Slingshot fall.

Swoop fired the Immobilizer. Overlord zipped to the right to dodge a beam, but Swoop halted as Air Raid blocked his shot. While Air Raid pursued him, Skydive and Fireflight raced after Slingshot. Energon gushed upwards in thick globs as Slingshot fell in bot-mode. Not only were his wings missing, but also chunks from his sides and arms. Once the Aerialbots transformed and caught him in their hands, they descended with fire blasting from their feet.

“We need all the medics!” Skydive called into the comms. “Silverbolt, Slingshot, Rewind, Sludge, Sixshot, Predaking, and Starscream are down!”

As Star Saber rushed back toward the ground fight, he ordered Predaking, “Let them treat you."

A ground bridge opened and four medics sprinted out with trauma kits. Their eyes swept over the carnage, bugging in horror at what they saw.

“Why are you not in the cave?” Ratchet hollered.

Spinister hurried to Sixshot.

After Skydive and Fireflight brought over Slingshot and Silverbolt, they returned to the sky. Red Alert skipped to Silverbolt, but he groaned, “My wounds are cauterized. Help Slingshot!”

First Aid trotted up to Predaking, but he insisted, “I am fine as well! Tend to the others first!”

“Pr-Predaking, you’re leaking heavily!” the medic gasped.

“What about the Dinobot? Sludge!” Predaking pointed at the ongoing battle on the ground.

First Aid looked with him. The smoke was thinning, allowing them the occasional glance of an energon-soaked Dinobot or Overlord’s tank-half. Sludge lay on the ground, limbs twitching and energon oozing from his severed neck.

“He’s still alive,” First Aid said. “That wasn’t where his processor was located!”

Overlord's tank-half peppered the limping and snarling Dinobots with weaker blasts as he charged his main cannon. Star Saber shuffled anxiously, looking for an opening to use the Spark Extractor. The Dinobots bounded in circles around Overlord, then Slug lunged and a cannon blast vaporized one of his horns and scalded his back.

“What are you waiting for?” Starscream hollered at Star Saber. “You’re wearing the Armour! Just jump on him!”

Above them was a holler. Fireflight plunged from the sky and Air Raid screamed, “Swoop! You hit Fireflight!”

Overlord swept back around and fired at Swoop and Air Raid.

“I hit Overlord!” Swoop blasted.

“You hit Fireflight!”

“I hit them both!” Swoop shouted. "I know I did!”

Air Raid transformed to bot-mode and flew at Swoop. “Give that thing to me!”

As they wrestled with the Immobilizer, Skydive caught Fireflight on his back. Overlord dove on the vulnerable Aerialbots.

“Watch out!” Swoop shouted.

Swoop fired the Immobilizer again, but Air Raid had thrown off his aim. The beam missed Overlord, who struck Skydive and Fireflight like a meteorite. With a sick crack of metal, Fireflight bent inwards and Skydive lost a wing. Letting them spiral to the ground, Overlord faced Swoop and Air Raid.

“Scrap!” Air Raid boomed. Overlord fired his wing cannons. He and Swoop shoved off each other, but holes burned clean through their wings and shoulders. Every medic and injured bot on the ground watched the sky with horror. But the last fliers had not given up yet, desperately flying higher to escape Overlord's jet-half.

Together, Grimlock, Slug, and Snarl hit Overlord's tank-half, flipping him off his treads and onto his side. Star Saber broke into a sprint. Overlord's pink cannon swivelled and fired, missing the Dinobots, but then the tank broke in their grasps as it transformed. A foot shot out and booted a rectangular dent in Snarl’s face. Suddenly, the Dinobots found themselves grappling a pair of legs. But as Star Saber approached, Overlord's jet-half screeched by and tore up the ground with fresh blaster fire. A thick cloud of dust and smoke rose, concealing his tank-self. Star Saber halted when the Dinobots and Overlord were swallowed by the cloud, followed by himself.

“Go for it!” Snarl called. “Star Saber! We have him!”

Overlord in his jet-form seemed to panic. He ignored Swoop and Air Raid to circle the ground fight, firing madly in the hope of tearing his enemies apart. No one could see the combatants within the smoke and dust, but they could hear the Dinobots' roars of pain along with the clanging of booted metal.

“Hurry!” Slug called.

[Air Raid launched at Overlord. He struck the blue and white jet, latching onto one black wing. Overlord tilted off balance, his shots firing into the distance.]

“Shoot him, Swoop! Shoot him!” Air Raid boomed.

The Immobilizer’s tip whirled and its beam swept across Overlord and Air Raid. Swoop and the audience cheered, then fell silent.

Air Raid froze and plummeted; Overlord turned on Swoop and fired his wing cannons. A hole burned through the Dinobot’s chest and he wailed before disappearing with Air Raid into the dust and smoke.

No one watching made a sound.

Overlord’s jet-half resumed shooting into the cloud. Meanwhile, Overlord's tank-half had stopped firing to hide his location.

“Use it!” Snarl yelled. “Use it on all of us if you have to! Get him!”

Overlord in jet-form dove into the black cloud.

“Here, Star Saber!” Slug hollered.

Then came another long sound of transformation and an electric boom. Overlord flew out from the cloud in his fully combined form.

“Slag!” Snarl screamed.

Overlord’s massive tank cannon protruded from the jet and now fired upon the Dinobots from the sky. The first shot seared through the cloud, Slug howled in agony, then his body thudded.

“Stop him!” Silverbolt yelled from the ground.

Predaking tried to transform, but his T-cog protested with a whine and he fell onto his hands and knees. First Aid dove under his gut and started melting his energon lines closed. He even stabbed syringes of energon into Predaking to keep him conscious, though Predaking didn’t look away from the fight. Other injured bots fired at Overlord in a vain effort, their blasts bouncing off him as he fired his second shot. Within the cloud, Grimlock roared in pain. After another shot, they heard Snarl's scream. Then, Overlord fired again and again, hunting for Star Saber. When he received only silence, Overlord paused and circled the battlefield.

The medics worked on their patients as fast as possible.

“We need to get everyone we can out of here,” Ratchet hissed.

Sixshot gasped through his pain, “Someone needs to take Trepan hostage again! It's the only way. Get to Overlord's ship... He must be in there!"

Everyone looked through a field of rock pillars to a partially visible parked spaceship.

Spinister transformed and flew off toward the ship. Immediately, Overlord noticed and sped after him.

“Spinister!” Sixshot boomed.

Overlord fired once and knocked the rotors clean off the copterbot. Spinister crashed in bot-form, smoking and too hurt to rise. Transforming, Ratchet drove into the maze of rock pillars, seeking cover under canopies of stone. Red Alert joined him, knowing that it would be difficult for Overlord to target them both. Though both bots made it further, Overlord's blasts broke through the stone and the screeches of Autobot tires stopped. While Overlord circled the pillars to detect any further threats, Star Saber cried:

“Overlord! Are you not a gladiator? Face me!”

The armoured Autobot had marched out from the dust and smoke. At once, Overlord headed to him, transformed, and dropped down in front of him.

“Star Saber, how bold of you!” Overlord laughed. “What is that you’re wearing? That wouldn’t be the Apex Armour of legend, would it?”

“It is, Overlord. They say your armour is its equal, however, this is a creation of Solus Prime. I doubt you can stand up to it.”

“Oh, let us put it to the test,” Overlord smiled. “Perhaps a relic of the Ancients pales in comparison to modern science!”

Star Saber raised the Spark Extractor staff like a sword.

“Dear Star Saber,” Overlord sighed, “do you truly believe you can defeat me on your own, even with that armour?”

“All of Cybertron is relying on me to save it. My spirit is strong, stronger than yours because I am empowered by the hope and fear of every Cybertronian.”

Overlord guffawed, “What a classic Autobot show of 'heroism'! Save Cybertron? From what? From me, Star Saber? How dramatic. I am only asking for one thing: bring me Megatron. Surely, one of you knows where he is.”

“No one knows where Megatron is.” Star Saber gripped the staff tighter and cautiously stepped toward Overlord.

“One of you must.” Overlord bared his teeth. “I will find who is hiding Megatron from me.”

“You will never reach Cybertron!” Star Saber cried.

“Give him to me!”

Overlord fired at the Spark Extractor. Star Saber shielded it then rushed Overlord with the supporting cries of the crowd. Overlord's foot swept in an arc and kicked Star Saber's armoured head. After a crack, both Overlord and Star Saber fell back. While Star Saber examined the spiderweb cracks across his visor, Overlord stared at his dented, bleeding foot.

“Well...” Overlord rumbled.

He lunged at Star Saber. One hand slapped the Spark Extractor out of his grasp while the other punched his gut. Overlord’s knuckles split and bled, but he pounded the Armour until it dented. Star Saber scrambled back and kicked Overlord’s leg, aiming for his knee but only managing to clip his thigh. Overlord leapt around him and swatted the back of Star Saber’s head. First Star Saber swayed, then collapsed onto his front.

“As I was saying, this was hopeless. You never had any chance of defeating me!” Overlord boomed. “Your skills rusted away in my prison! As for me, I never let myself grow soft despite my invincibility!”

Star Saber rolled onto his back. Overlord raised his foot and repeatedly slammed it down onto the dents of the Apex Armour. As the armour crumpled further, Star Saber coughed out energon and painted the inside of his visor.

“You should have sent Maximus.” Overlord switched one of his arms into a chainsaw. “He had the gall! He might have exterminated one half my spark this day! But you? I think you only hesitated to use the Spark Extractor because you still fear me. Your bravery was only theatrics!”

Starscream limped over to Predaking. “Oh Predaking, look at all you have done. Saving me almost cost us everything.”

Guilt and horror crashed down upon Predaking.

This is all my fault, he thought.

...

...

Almost?

Starscream disappeared into the remaining haze of dust and smoke. No one else noticed his departure, for at the same time he limped inside, Grimlock exploded outside with fire shooting out between his gnashing teeth.

Overlord’s chainsaw revved, then at the last second, he turned to Grimlock and thrust it through his chest. The raging Dinobot ploughed forward as though he felt nothing, his jaws closing on Overlord’s head. Star Saber crawled to the Spark Extractor as Overlord bent back and pushed against the weight of the Dinobot. Fire poured out Grimlock's mouth around Overlord's head. The Dinobot's claws kicked the ground and his thick tail lashed. However, when Star Saber reached the Spark Extractor, he could hardly do more than weakly paw at it.

Predaking charged from the sidelines. He wobbled, fell onto his hands and knees every few steps, but kept rising and pushing forward. The spectators did not cheer, staying silent for his sake. Suddenly, Overlord grabbed hold of Grimlock’s jaw and tore it off. Predaking froze, inhaled, then dashed toward Star Saber and the Spark Extractor.

Overlord tossed the Dinobot aside, and without looking, he lifted his arm and fired into Predaking’s wounds. Predaking dropped before he could take another step. Delicately, Overlord plucked the Spark Extractor off the ground and pointed it at Predaking.

“Is this what you wanted?” Overlord uttered. “You thought you could kill me just now?”

Overlord spared a glance to the injured watching from the sidelines.

“You intended to terminate me with this weapon!” he called. “What perfect irony it would be if I now turned it against all of you!”

“Enough!”

Overlord turned at the high-pitched cry. Between two boulders, Trepan stood with his hands in small quivering fists. Predaking transformed his arm into a blaster and was about to raise it at Trepan, but Overlord snapped to attention and fired into Predaking’s injuries once more.

“Stop!” Trepan cried.

Predaking fell back. Eyes blazing, Overlord stepped forward and reached for Predaking's face. A small grey body darted in between them. Starscream threw himself against Predaking’s chest, stabbed the Immobilizer into the bloody cuts on Overlord’s knuckles, and fired.

No one moved. Starscream and Predaking crouched and watched Overlord, and Overlord watched them. Predaking and Starscream drew back, but Overlord’s gaze did not shift from the spot they had been. His fingers stayed spread and his body frozen mid-lunge.

Trepan gasped while every other bot was too shocked to make a sound.

Starscream patted Predaking and stood up. “I would say we’re even now. But the rest of Cybertron owes me a grand favour!”

Trepan skittered in and climbed up Overlord, yanking the Spark Extractor from his grasp. Slipping, he hit the ground with a yelp of pain. Starscream dove onto the two-wheeler and sliced him with his knife-like fingers. Trepan screeched before unsheathing medical scalpels from his fingertips, then energon flew as the two tangled in a fight of slicing claws. Though Trepan's scalpels were sharper, Starscream was bigger and stronger. After covering each other in scratches, Starscream ended the fight by pinning Trepan's arms to the ground. Just as Starscream's eyes searched for the Spark Extractor, however, a shaky hand pried it off the ground.

Star Saber held the staff in his regular hand, no longer wearing the Apex Armour.

“Wait!” Trepan shrieked under Starscream. “Don’t kill him! The, the Kaon Conventions! You can’t kill him!”

Starscream scoffed, then gaped when Star Saber powered off the Spark Extractor.

“You can’t be serious!” Starscream hollered.

“Overlord is incapacitated,” Star Saber announced. “The fight is over.”

“The plan was to kill him when he was immobilized!”

“No, I will not follow through with it. Trepan is right.” Star Saber took a knee and cupped his bleeding gut. When Starscream stood and eyed the Spark Extractor, Star Saber hid the staff behind his back. He formed a blaster from his bloody hand and pointed it at Starscream. “I will honour the Autobot Code for as long as my spark is aflame.”

Fury glowed in Starscream’s eyes. "That brute tore my wings off!"

“Give Overlord a trial,” Trepan choked. “You can’t kill him. This wasn’t his fault; it was mine. I can explain—I can show you!”

Star Saber nodded slowly.

“Be strong!” Star Saber called to the others. “Let's focus on the injured for now! Let's call for backup medics and get back to the Nemesis! Overlord is no longer our main concern...”

Trepan crawled closer to Star Saber. His small fingers reached for Star Saber’s injuries, but then, Trepan collapsed from his own.

---

Continue to 6_11

Notes:

Art:
Overlord about to stomp Starscream: jeweltonejules (Tumblr)
Overlord pins Predaking, Grimlock attacks Overlord, Starscream protects Predaking: Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)
Overlord targets Sixshot: AlexDeMaster (alexdemaster_ on Instagram)
Overlord tears off Slingshot's wings: WithoutAlice (alicx--art on Tumblr)
The medics rush in: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Starscream vs Trepan: Llennel

Chapter 153: 6_11

Notes:

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You have reached the end of the story. This is a very long chapter that could easily turn into an hour long video some day.
Thank you for following along to the end. The entire story led up to this very important chapter, and creating the journey was a special experience for me.

This script is meant to be accompanied by visuals. Words in brackets [] describe a picture that will be showed on screen that gives the player information the narration isn't providing. The descriptions are not text that will appear in the game video. Also, consider that images of Overlord's early life are not things Predaking was present to see. And characters watching the memories through the cortical psychic patch would see memories from first person, not third person. However, pictures that are shown in third person are simply for the reader's enjoyment.

A few songs have been chosen already to accompany the scenes. They will be marked in text brackets as well. Here are the links to refer to:

Outcast (myuu)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tukn5NK_XRo

Identity Crisis (myuu)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5X6KZBk_6s

Into the Depths (myuu)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWQGE86w8v0&list=RD862JkxSxquw&index=12

What Could Have Been (myuu)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bLCGNf--Fg

Bittersweet (Lucjo)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTZPXB6hpNY

“In accordance with the Kaon Conventions, we are obligated to run this trial.”

Seated among the other Council members, Ultra Magnus stared across the largest crowd to ever attend a postwar trial. Hundreds of bots had been expected, and indeed they had come: masses of Autobots roaring for Overlord’s death and Decepticons quietly interested in the final verdict. To accommodate them, the trial had been moved to an old yet now restored courthouse in Iacon with a second level of seating. Camera drones floated over the spectators with lenses like unblinking eyes, letting the whole world watch.

“The trial of Overlord,” Ultra Magnus continued, “the Sixth Campaign Leader of the Decepticons on Elba, whose armour is no different than that of the Apex Armour. Because of this, Overlord is considered both an individual and a weapon of mass destruction. Today, we make a decision. Overlord shall either be executed for the safety of all Cybertronians, or we shall devise another solution to eliminate the threat he poses.”

Lyzack, Leozack, and Trepan stood in front of the Councillors with their heads bowed. All three were collared and reliant on their three Predacon guards to protect them. Trepan shrunk and seemed aware of Maximus leaning at the edge of his seat a few rows away, eyes blazing and thick fingers twitching.

Ultra Magnus explained, “Since Overlord has been petrified by the Immobilizer, he is unable to speak for himself. Three Decepticons shall speak on his behalf and show their memories through the use of the cortical psychic patch. His lieutenants Lyzack and Leozack, and his doctor, the former Autobot non-combatant medic, Trepan, will assume this task.”

[Two berths lay on the stage on either side of the cortical psychic patch apparatus. Bumblebee stood ready with the doctor, Knockout. Behind the Council, a massive screen was pinned to the wall to allow the audience and news drones a clear view of what would be shown.]

Ultra Magnus leaned over his stand. “Who will speak first?”

Leozack said, “We will."

“I will use the patch,” Lyzack finished.

Leozack headed to a witness stand while Lyzack lay back on one of the berths. After Bumblebee stretched out on the second one, Knockout plugged them both in. At the stand, Leozack flicked his wings as he gazed at a sea of bloodthirsty eyes.

He glanced at the Decepticon judges and Predaking. “We want to show the Decepticons that Overlord was incredibly loyal to the cause and sacrificed everything for us. And Autobots, please, appreciate what Overlord did to protect his own soldiers... as you would have done your own.”

Lyzack and Bumblebee appeared onscreen, standing in a grey haze.

“Overlord is not a monster,” Lyzack began, “he is a hero who sacrificed himself to save us all. He did not know if he would live or die trying to protect his Decepticons from falling to Fortress Maximus. That is why he underwent the Apex Project then used his invincibility to end all fighting on the nearby Campaign Worlds. He saved hundreds of Decepticon lives doing so. He defeated the Star Seekers when Black Shadow called for help. Decepticons, Autobots—all Cybertronians—would be facing extinction from those Star Seekers if it weren’t for Overlord!”

Bumblebee looked like he was about to speak, but Lyzack shook her head.

“And if you believe he sought only power, you are wrong. Overlord has always cared deeply about Decepticons. He wanted to train us for when he wasn’t around to protect us, because the last thing he wanted was for Autobots to kill more of us. Let me show you his caring, vulnerable side.”

Lyzack and Bumblebee vanished and scenes began to manifest one after the other.

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[Outcast (myuu)]

Overlord stared out a window as Leozack and Lyzack approached him from behind. He missed their reflections as he gazed at the black line of a camped army on the horizon. Then, at last, their footsteps alerted him. He turned to face them, kneeling down and opening out his arms.

“We need a change of plan,” Overlord murmured. “The Autobots are aware that very few of us remain. Any cycle now, they will storm this building and finish us off.”

“A-a change of plan?” Lyzack strained. “What else can we do?”

“I propose we use the ununtrium on something that can protect everyone, something that can never fall into Autobot hands and be used against the Decepticons... me.”

“What?” Leozack jolted. “What if it kills you?”

Overlord grazed his fingers down his own throat. “And wastes our only supply... I know, but, we are doomed regardless. We are trapped in this building, and the Autobots are becoming ever bolder. Soon, Maximus will go all out even if he must sacrifice some of his soldiers. You know as well as I that we won’t be able to stop him. They will win in the end... unless we take this risk.”

Leozack protested, “Overlord, but you can’t—”

“It must be me. If this works, then I will become invincible. I can wipe out the Autobots in one fell swoop... one battle to end them all. And if it is me, no one will ever have to fear that I will be turned against the Decepticons or Lord Megatron. I am his most loyal soldier. Spread the word to the others, quietly... I don’t want any dispute...”

---

“Overlord," Lyzack whispered. "Don't do this... It isn't safe...”

[Overlord strode through the team of ten scientists in the room. Against the back wall, a massive cylinder had been built to contain him. Slowly, he peeled open the glass door while glancing back.]

“If this fails... then I am sorry,” Overlord rumbled. “There is no one to blame for the fall of the Sixth Campaign but me. I was so eager to impress Lord Megatron, but... I was an incompetent general. I couldn’t protect my soldiers... the weight of all those deaths are upon me.”

“We don’t blame you,” Lyzack told him softly. “Don’t consider this as atonement.”

[Overlord stepped into the tube and turned around. After the door clicked shut, he pressed his fingers against the glass. Leozack and Lyzack skittered up to him, but a scientist shooed them away. The Seekers stepped back and watched the tube fill with pink liquid. Overlord’s expression grew nervous and he swayed side-to-side, peering through the fluid as it passed his face.]

“Begin infusion,” a scientist ordered.

[The liquid churned and bubbles madly fizzed until Overlord was reduced to a murky form. Within a moment, the figure that had been standing and nervously shifting twisted and screamed.]

“Overlord!” Lyzack hollered.

“Don’t stop!” Overlord called. “I can withstand it!”

[His bellows turned to more desperate screams. A hand scraped the glass, then withdrew before it could accidentally break it. The silhouette writhed and thrashed, grabbing itself and screaming unrelenting cries.]

Lyzack demanded. “What is happening? Why is it hurting him?”

A scientist stammered beside her.

[They did not hear the sound of transformation over Overlord’s screams, but they saw his body shifting through the storm of bubbles. His alt-mode thudded against the wall then separated into two parts, before Overlord transformed to bot-form and reconnected himself. He flashed through all his weapons, sobbing frantically and beginning to shout.]

“End it soon! Please! I’m melting! H-help me!”

“Shut it down!” Leozack hollered.

The scientists scrambled to comply once the shaking Seekers took out their spears.

Lyzack cried to Overlord, “We’re ending it! You’re done!”

“The ununtrium has been exhausted and absorbed,” an Elban reported.

[The fluid drained and the bubbling dissipated. Overlord appeared, yanking at his own face while crashing against each wall. Even after the liquid drained past his hips, Overlord continued to wail. When he realized the process was ending, he lashed out at the glass and shattered it, letting the remaining liquid wash harmlessly over everyone’s feet.]

[Overlord spilled out of the tube, falling to the floor where he squirmed and tossed himself to each side. Still screaming hoarsely, he clawed at his body then pounded the floor, creating massive dents.]

“I’m melting!” he bawled. “I’m melting!”

[Yet from what all could see, there was no damage to his armour and no change in his appearance.]

“You’re not melting!” Lyzack shouted. “You’re alright!”

“Help me!” Overlord shrieked. “Help me!”

“What’s wrong with him?” Leozack grabbed a scientist. “What did you do to him?”

“I don’t know!” the scientist yelped back.

“Do something!” Leozack wailed.

[Overlord’s fingers pierced the floor and raked deep lines through the metal.]

“What did you do?” Lyzack echoed.

Lyzack drew back her spear; the scientists stammered and huddled.

“Save me!” Overlord howled.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen!” Leozack lifted his spear. “You didn’t tell us this would happen! Fix him now!”

“We, we can’t!” an Elban cried. “We don’t know why this is—”

“Do something!” Lyzack yelled.

“B-but we can’t reverse the infusion!”

“You did this on purpose!” Lyzack screeched. “You wanted to hurt him! You want the Autobots to kill us, don’t you?”

[Overlord’s rapid, breathy screams panicked Lyzack. She hurled her spear and impaled the head of one of the scientists. At once, everyone began to yell and scream. The scientists darted around the room, some pulling weapons on the twins and others whipping objects at them. Leozack flung his spear at a bot who drew a welding torch, then he and Lyzack threw their second spears before transforming their arms into blasters.]

[The Seekers aimed at the expressions of terror, not comprehending them, so blinded they were by their own fear. Each of their shots struck the scientists either in their faces or in the back of their heads as they tried to run. The last of the Elbans were pursued into the halls, only to collapse under the merciless fire of the two Seekers.]

[Lyzack and Leozack looked over the bodies, heaving, then raced back to Overlord. At the doorway, they crashed into his thighs as he stumbled into the hall.]

“Overlord?” Leozack called.

[Overlord dragged his feet, choking and coughing sobs, then he began to sprint. He thundered away, busting down locked doors and setting off alarms. The twins scrambled after him until he transformed, blasted through the halls, and flew out the nearest exit.]

[Both Seekers watched Overlord beeline toward the Autobot army on the horizon.]

---

Lyzack guided them away from the memory and told Bumblebee, “From here, Trepan may continue.”

---

The audience roared and booed as Trepan limped toward the berth. Autobot and Decepticon judges banged their fists on the tables and hollered for silence, but the turmoil continued. Someone from the upper stands hurled something, and Darksteel caught a heavy piece of scrap that could have knocked out Trepan. On the ground level, Maximus jumped out of his seat and looked ready to charge. As the Predacon guards steeled themselves, Trepan scuttled to the berth. He stared back at the enraged crowd in horror, before his wide eyes caught sight of a very long waving arm—Froid's—and he relaxed a bit.

“Order!” Ironhide blasted. “This ain’t how Autobots do justice! What would Prime have said, seeing you like this?”

The Autobots settled down, though the Decepticon spectators bristled in the wake of their frenzy.

[Trepan and Bumblebee were connected to the patch. Once the two appeared in a hazy mind room, even Bumblebee scrutinized the two-wheeler. However, Trepan sighed, relieved that the hundreds of hateful eyes and voices had vanished.]

“You were wrong,” Trepan breathed. “I thought you knew the truth about what I did for Overlord when you took me hostage. So you thought Overlord had a processor disease. He doesn’t... Overlord isn’t sick.”

“You weren’t keeping him alive?”

“I-I was,” Trepan stammered, “in a way.”

“What were you doing to Overlord then?”

“Okay first, I just want to clear some of Overlord's 'crimes'. I know he has killed many, but so has Maximus. I was a part of Maximus' army when he defeated over one hundred of Overlord's soldiers. When Overlord retaliated, it was self-defence. We were about to kill him and the last of his Decepticons off. You see? That was normal war nonsense. Then the Star Seekers—Overlord killed over one thousand yes but, they would have killed us all with the Tidal Wave and the Ark. Overlord saved us. The Autobots on Thrull fought the Decepticons, Overlord stepped in and defeated them—still the normal war nonsense. Okay next—those he killed who tried to escape his prisons. Whenever that happened, they tried to kill his soldiers, so of course he killed them back. Almost every death was justifiable in the eyes of a Decepticon. You just have to see that to Overlord, you were the aggressors and he was on the defensive!"

In the outside world, Krok, Obsidian, and Strika nodded along.

[Trepan’s sharp eyes did not lose their focus on Bumblebee's.]

“I know you want to bring up the gladiatorial fights with the prisoners. That went on for a century. I kept nearly everyone alive, but 36 deaths still occurred. Overlord mistakenly killed bots to protect me, and sometimes bots accidentally died in the fights he ran. For those 36 deaths... I will take full responsibility.”

The courtroom fell silent as Trepan and Bumblebee continued to lie still on the berths.

“This is not Overlord’s trial," Trepan continued. "This ought to be my trial. I made Overlord become the sparkless monster you know him to be.”

The first memory was a flash, as though Trepan had not intended to show it first.

---

“I wouldn’t be here if I had a choice,” Trepan snarled. “You deserve to suffer for what you did more than you deserve death!”

[Leozack ground a blaster into Trepan’s audio receptor, but the doctor's glare did not shift from the giant in the chair. While thick black fingers dented the armrests, Overlord bowed his head and spilled slurred words from his lips.]

“If you don’t do this,” Leozack snarled, “we’ll slaughter the last of your surviving friends!”

---

Trepan gained control of his narrative and the memory faded to a new one.

“I was terrified of him.”

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“FIRE!” Maximus thrust out his arm. “TAKE DOWN THAT DEVIL!”

Trepan quaked. Every soldier aimed at the speeding tank-jet and fired their most powerful weapons. Waves of missiles and multi-coloured blasts rushed Overlord and his silhouette disappeared in light and smoke. Explosions shook the ground and split the rock. Trepan fell over with a cry, raising his head just as Overlord burst into the open.

[The Decepticon crashed down in bot-form in the midst of the Autobot army. Only black grease stained his pearly armour until Overlord's blasters fired and all nearby Autobots sprayed him with gore. Bellowing, Overlord continued to fire while his hands and feet tore a path of death through the army. Bravely charging Autobots halted in their tracks before trying to turn tail. Overlord crushed them underfoot, kicked them into halves, and ripped them apart with his steaming black fingers.]

[Maximus threw himself at the nightmarish figure glowing from Autobot blood. His fist collided with the back of Overlord’s head, but the blow that would have killed a lesser Decepticon instead crumpled the general’s hand like foil. Trepan slapped his hands over his mouth. Maximus fell back with a holler and clutched his forearm, his hand falling to pieces while Overlord slowly turned.]

[Rasping, Overlord pointed his blasters on the petrified Autobot general. Firing them all at once, Overlord sent Maximus flying with a scream. He had not even landed before Overlord lunged at other Autobots with chainsaws erupting from his arms.]

[Overlord continued to holler as he sawed heads off bodies. While the Decepticon's back was turned, Trepan crawled to where Maximus had fallen. The medic's nimble fingers closed his gushing fuel lines and patched major holes within moments, each hand performing a separate task. With hollow eyes, Maximus looked up at the sky, speaking but perhaps not knowing to whom he spoke.]

“Stop him,” Maximus choked. “Primus, save us... What has Overlord become?”

[Every Autobot stopped shooting, desperately trying to flee. Overlord fired at them until they dropped, injured or dead. When no more Autobots stood, Overlord scanned the fallen bodies until he spotted Trepan and Maximus. Swiftly, the Autobot general pulled the doctor underneath him.]

---

“Overlord had somehow become unstoppable. When my shock wore off, I became aware of my surroundings and learned that hardly any of us had survived...”

---

[Trepan jolted when he found himself on the cold floor of a dark room. In front of him was a door with two slots acting as windows into a bleak grey hall. After shoving himself up, Trepan examined the room and discovered the slouched body of his leader against the wall. Without a word, Trepan dove on Maximus and used the tools in his fingers to finish repairing his most severe injuries.]

“W-we’re alive?” Trepan gasped. “Frag, what happened? Where are we?”

[There was no response. Trepan gazed up then jumped in fright. Maximus' red eyes still glowed with life, but it was as though his spark had left his body.]

“G-General?” Trepan gulped.

“Most... of us aren’t,” Maximus murmured.

“What?”

“That monster tore over a hundred to pieces before he collapsed...” Maximus slammed his eyes shut. “And I was helpless to stop him. I couldn’t... save... anyone...”

Tears poured from the general’s hollow eyes.

“We lost?” Trepan gasped. “Wh-what’re they going to do to us?”

“I don’t know,” Maximus choked, then sobbed. “It’s over! I don’t understand what happened, how this could have happened... Who knows what horrible fate awaits us now?”

Suddenly, the general swept up Trepan and set him on his thigh. Maximus hugged him against his quaking body, and Trepan tried to feel safe within the hands surrounding him like walls.

---

[Maximus squeezed Trepan in his hand, crushing the terrified two-wheeler and laughing at his terror.]

“I’m sorry,” Trepan said. “I know you can be good, but you weren’t in your past... You were the worst of them all.”

---

“There is a non-combatant medic in there with you, Maximus.”

Maximus and Trepan saw the legs of a turquoise Seeker through the lowest slot of the door.

Trepan cowered behind Maximus’ hands. “Wh-what do you want?”

“Medic," Leozack uttered. "I’ll let you treat the other Autobots if you do us a favour. Deal?”

“Leozack.” Maximus sat straighter and his eyes gained a spark of life. “What in the name of Unicron did you do to your leader?”

“I won't tell you,” Leozack snapped. “You and the medic, listen. Do you want more Autobots to die? No? Then don't resist. Come with me, medic.”

“Go,” Maximus growled over Trepan. “More will die if you don’t.”

Trepan hesitantly slipped away from Maximus. Leozack opened the door just long enough to yank Trepan out into the hall by his arm. Then, Leozack locked the door again and shoved Trepan ahead, pressing a spear against his back.

"Walk," Leozack ordered.

Marching past other jail cells, Trepan heard the moans of broken and pained Autobots. With a gasp, Trepan tried to look into the cells only for Overlord's lieutenant to push him along with his hand. Once they entered the elevator, the doors separated them from the wails of the wounded. Trepan shivered in the silence until they came out onto the ground floor.

[Decepticons paced in the hall and Hellbat trotted up to Leozack’s side.] “What is happening? Is Overlord alright?”

“He’s fine.” Leozack quickened their pace. “Just going to make sure.”

Hellbat and other Decepticons trailed them through the pristine halls. When they came to a sign stating Hall G, Leozack commanded, “All of you, stay back! This hall is now off-limits.”

[Leozack and Trepan walked on, leaving the others behind closed doors.]

“We need you and you must help us. Or we will kill everyone. Understood?”

“Wh-why me?”

“Curse you!” [Leozack swung him around. Trepan leaned back when Decepticon’s eyebrows flew up and his teeth clenched.] “We don’t have any medics of our own anymore! But you, you’re a non-combatant medic, alright? You are sworn by oath to help anyone, Autobots and Decepticons!”

Trepan gaped at him. More gently, Leozack nudged him with his hand again and not his spear.

They passed numbered rooms and Trepan peered through open doors at the scientific equipment within. Only when they rounded the corner, Trepan cried out in fright. Energon stained the walls, bodies were strewn on the floor, and whichever ones still had their heads stared at them with dark gaping eyes.

Trepan scrambled back with a wail. “Overlord did this, didn’t he?” 

Leozack grabbed him before he could run. “No, we shot them! They betrayed us and hurt our leader! Those Elban scientists were supposed to help us and they—!”

The Seeker yanked Trepan around the bodies then stopped outside a room labelled G-6: Experiment Lab.

“Look,” he uttered.

Within the room, more scientists lay among overthrown tables and broken equipment. Blue blood mixed with the pink liquid spilled over the floor. Trepan’s eyes swept over the havoc until he spotted the tube with the shattered door.

“This is where it happened, and you need to know because you are the only one who can do something now. These scientists”—Leozack indicated the bodies—“were creating an impenetrable substance. The idea was to infuse ununtrium into matter to create our own Apex Armour. That was the Apex Project. But we only had so much ununtrium, and Overlord volunteered to infuse himself because he imagined it was the only way to save us all. Something went wrong.”

Leozack turned his distressed face back to him.

“The scientists said it would only hurt during the process, but it didn't stop there. Even after Overlord coated himself and his alt-modes, when he left that tube... the pain didn’t end. He kept screaming and crying that he was melting alive! Those scientists must have planned this all along. In our horror, we shot them all... Frag, we should have kept them alive and made them fix this!”

Leozack stored away his spear and grabbed the medic’s shoulders.

“But you can fix him, can’t you? I don’t care what you just lived through. This is war: superweapons get used, bots die. You are bound by oath to help everyone. Now, you have to help our leader.”

“Overlord?” Trepan hollered. “I-I-I—”

“You cannot imagine the pain he is in and was in during that entire massacre!” Leozack stressed. “He collapsed and couldn’t stop writhing, and when he got to his feet, he wanted to end himself. My sister and I begged him not to, convinced him to let us get a medic to help him. For the love of Primus, just do something to stop his pain! He screamed his voice box to shreds and he can’t think straight...”

The Decepticon led Trepan to the room labelled G-9. They hurried inside to where Lyzack trembled next to a large chair. Her head snapped up at the medic, although the occupant of the chair hung his head and did not seem to notice his entrance. Trepan’s eyes froze on the energon stuck in Overlord’s seams: the remnants of the massacre.

Trepan leapt into a panicked rage. “I wouldn’t be here if I had a choice! You deserve to suffer for what you did more than you deserve death!”

Leozack jolted and transformed his arm into a blaster. He jammed it against Trepan’s head and snarled, “If you don’t do this, we’ll slaughter the last of your surviving friends!”

Trepan shrank and slowly padded toward the powerful Decepticon general. As he drew near, he began to hear the murmurs rolling past Overlord’s lips.

“Kill me... kill me... kill... me...”

Trepan paused.

“Come on.” Lyzack brandished her spear and poked the medic.

Trepan pushed a stool to Overlord’s side and adjusted it, climbing up so that he could sit level with his face. Trepan gazed into his dim pink eyes.

“Every pain receptor must be active,” Trepan breathed. “As you described. He is very weak; the stress is causing spark failure.”

Leozack approached the stool and gazed up at the doctor. “Remember your oath. You must save him.”

Trepan closed his eyes, listening to Overlord’s murmurs.

“There is something I can do,” Trepan said at last.

He came down and pushed the stool so that he was positioned behind Overlord’s head when he climbed back up it. Trepan leaned forward and a scalpel shot from his fingertip. The twin commanders watched anxiously as Trepan tested Overlord’s metal, which did not break when he drew a line.

“Alright,” Trepan sighed. “Ahrm... Overlord? Can you hear me?”

The murmurs stopped.

“I can make your pain go away, but I need you to pull back some plating. Can you do that? Try to target this area.”

Trepan tapped the back of his head near the base of his neck. Overlord did not hesitate. When his plating retracted, Trepan slid his glasses down over his eyes and activated lights to illuminate the surgical site. The twin Seekers crowded Trepan as he carefully peeled through soft metal to expose Overlord’s processor.

“What I am about to do can be undone,” Trepan told the twins. “I am just going to disconnect the region of the processor associated with pain.”

“Be careful,” Lyzack stressed.

“I am one of the only Cybertronians who can do this.” Trepan’s small fingers were completely steady as he precisely severed a connection. After the swipe, Overlord let out a shaky gasp, and when he relaxed, it became clear how much he had been shaking before.

“It’s gone,” he rasped.

Overlord’s head rolled and he let out the thinnest of sighs. Beside him, Leozack and Lyzack sank in relief.

“This is not a permanent solution,” Trepan cautioned. “There are adverse effects to disconnecting this region of the processor. It regulates chemicals in the body relating to emotions and basic life functions. Overlord will not be himself, or be able to process fresh energon and power down.”

“Wait, what?” Lyzack cried. “Then how can he survive?”

“He can’t. We'll need to cut off his armour from underneath. This region of the processor cannot be turned off indefinitely. What I did is already dangerous to his health.”

“Alright, then we should cut off his armour now,” Leozack said.

Overlord whispered in a scratchy voice, “No.”

“General?” Lyzack gasped.

“This war is not over,” Overlord breathed. “I can still be useful. Put me in stasis until I am needed. If I must endure torture just to live, so be it. I can wait until the end of the War... until I am fixed.”

---

“I still hated him. I was happy to turn his regulatory region back online and shove him into a stasis pod. Except, they didn’t trust me to not tell the Autobots about Overlord’s condition.”

---

[Overlord stepped into a large size stasis pod, choking and crying as the pain struck him anew. At the last moment, Lyzack threw Trepan inside and shut the door on them both.]

---

“Overlord was supposed to stay in stasis until the day Megatron arrived. Everything changed... when Maximus broke out of his cell.”

---

[Trepan tumbled out of the pod when the door opened. Overlord stepped out after him, tottering but careful not to step on him. As their grogginess faded, Overlord's pain flared up again and he started gasping. However, Lyzack yanked Overlord's hand.]

“Help us!” she screamed. “Maximus is killing everyone! You have to stop him!”

[Trepan snapped to attention upon hearing blasts and screams. Overlord fully woke, but Trepan was quicker. He sprinted past Lyzack into the hall, racing ahead of Overlord's thundering footsteps.]

[Maximus panted and dragged back one of the three wounded Decepticons trying to crawl away from him. The Autobot’s eyes were sharp and savage, his body was covered in bodily fluids, and behind him, a trail of mutilated Decepticons lay against floors and walls painted with energon. Ahead of him, Hellbat and Leozack lay unresponsive, bleeding from gunshot wounds and soon to be targeted next.]

Maximus tightened his thick fingers around the Decepticon's head. His victim mewled, “Please, no, no, no, Primus—”

“Max! Stop!” Trepan shrieked.

Maximus clenched hard; the Decepticon’s head popped and his crying ceased. As surprise brightened Maximus’ expression, he grabbed the next wounded Decepticon.

“Trepan!” he gasped. “You’re alive!”

The small Decepticon wailed as Maximus squeezed his chest.

“Stop it!” Trepan screamed.

Overlord burst into the hall and froze. At his entrance, Maximus’ eyes flew wide open in terror, then determination crossed his face, and Maximus crushed the Decepticon in his hand.

Trepan began to scream, but then Overlord's unusually shrill scream drowned out his. The huge general threw himself over the last Decepticon. He tackled Maximus to the bloody floor and ravaged him, tearing off plates and beating him while Trepan hollered, “Don’t kill him! Stop, please!”

Maximus buckled and bellowed as his chest and abdomen were cracked open. Energon poured out Maximus’ mouth and Trepan clutched his own head.

“Why kill him when you can do worse?” he cried. “Punish him!”

Overlord held his fist back and rasped.

“Killing him is... is too easy,” Trepan stammered.

[Overlord ceased attacking his vitals. Instead, a chainsaw whipped out his arm and descended upon Maximus’ legs.]

---

“I wanted to buy time. I wanted to save Maximus because he would have died that day. But then, Overlord refused to go back into stasis after that. He was afraid he would lose everyone in a second Autobot attack. Maximus killed over thirty, leaving only twenty-two of Overlord's Decepticons alive. That was when Overlord took action and ended the Campaign Wars in his region, taking everyone back to Elba, and beginning the training programs and the gladiatorial battles.”

[Trepan paced around Bumblebee.]

“The battles were not a source of entertainment, but justice to the gladiators among them. Overlord decided one cycle to mark all Autobot cells with the number 412, the amount of battles they would have to fight. What that meant was how many fights before he would forgive them. He also vowed that if the Autobots could understand that number, what they were being punished for, then their punishment would end early. Yes, it was cruel. He came up with the concept during his cold state... for you see, I had turned off his regulatory region yet again.”

---

[A memory flashed of Trepan cutting into Overlord’s brain.]

---

“For Overlord to survive outside of stasis, it had to be turned off and on constantly. During the day, it was off, and at night, I sedated him heavily and turned it back on. So, the Overlord you saw was cold and uncaring, barely conscious of consequences, but motivated by his memories. Though I tried, he could not be talked out of running the gladiatorial fights. Other Decepticons supported them as well."

Trepan stopped pacing.

“Why didn’t I kill him? Because I can’t. I can’t take a life, and I know how upset many will be to hear me say that. Keeping Overlord alive protected Decepticons. As long as Overlord was around, Maximus and the Autobots would not try to break out and kill anyone. As long as the gladiatorial fights ran, the Autobots stayed alive too. All that time, I dreamt of the War's end and exactly this scenario where the Autobots had won and Megatron was gone. Then, I could sway Overlord to let everyone go. I always thought that if I could help everyone survive, there could be a future for them. I admit that I did start to care more about Overlord, the ex-gladiators, and the former slaves more than the Autobot prisoners. What Overlord told me changed everything.”

---

“So they call you Trepan?”

[Overlord lay back on the berth with his face sagging from fatigue. Needles pierced his shoulder, guiding sedatives and energon into his body. A monitor beeped in the background, loud and prominent as Trepan stayed silent. The doctor did not move as he sat in a chair and stared into Overlord’s half-lidded eyes.]

Overlord prompted the uneasy doctor, “I doubt that you were forged with such a name and just happened to become a processor surgeon.”

Trepan glanced to the side and frowned. “Of course not. It’s... a nickname that I grew to prefer.”

“I see.”

After a pause, Trepan crossed his legs and murmured, “I suppose... you couldn’t have been forged with a name like Overlord either.”

“Of course not...” Overlord exhaled. And now he too paused and shifted in discomfort. “... You could say it was like a nickname. But it is the only name I ever had, since I was forged nameless.”

Trepan flicked his orange pupils back to him.

“Do you know how I came by this name?” Overlord chuckled, though his gaze lacked joy.

“No,” Trepan murmured.

“One of the doctors chose it for me, said it sounded regal like the old trade kings of the past...”

“Oh...”

“... I am very fond of doctors. I always have been.” Overlord turned his head away. He paused for a long moment, shifting as he felt Trepan’s eyes on him. “... I never had access to medical care until I became a more successful gladiator. No one ever helped me before, so the doctors made me feel cared about. I know you could kill me, Trepan, but I don’t fear you. I feel safe, I truly do... You have never hurt anyone before, have you?”

Overlord glanced back at him, and his eyes paused on the medic's non-combatant insignia.

---

[The memory changed from the passage of time, but both Overlord and Trepan had returned to their positions.]

---

“You can keep a secret, can’t you, doctor?"

Trepan woke from a doze and glanced at Overlord.

“Of course you can. You already do to protect me...” Overlord avoided eye contact again. “But... there is something I want to tell you.”

Rubbing his face, Trepan sat up. “Where is this coming from?”

“I realize that this is sudden, but I am in a lot of pain...”

Trepan dropped down from his stool; Overlord stopped him before he increased the flow of painkillers.

“Not that pain,” Overlord murmured. “Something else has been ailing me lately."

Trepan's fingers slipped off the dial.

"Every time my emotions return, memories creep up on me..." Overlord continued. "They didn’t bother me much for centuries because thinking of Lord Megatron distracted me. Yet now, the pain of the Apex Project reminds me of... Will I truly feel better if I tell you?”

Trepan lingered behind Overlord's head.

“Sometimes," Trepan answered, "talking about your past lessens the pain your memories bring you. Are you telling me you never shared these memories with anyone?”

“No one, although...”

Trepan sighed and sat on the berth. “Well, a friend of mine was much better at this than me. But I can listen, and I’ll help you to the best of my ability... Why didn’t you want to tell anyone else before though?”

“Two reasons, I suppose,” Overlord breathed. “It would change how others perceive me. I don’t know how it would change, and I fear that. And then above all... I wanted to pretend it never happened and that my life began as Overlord...”

Overlord trailed off as he summoned courage.

“As Overlord, I was finally someone almost worth caring about. Before that, I watched Lord Megatron’s speeches and wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be valued... I wanted...”

[Identity Crisis (myuu)]

Overlord exhaled.

“Well?” Trepan prompted when the silence dragged on. “You got me listening now.”

Overlord frowned and slowly continued, “When I was forged, they did not know what to do with me. A Guildmaster came, no, not Maximus... and they debated if I would be of more use to the military or the factories. I didn’t understand what they were talking about... The Guildmaster said at last that I didn’t belong in the military. How could a bot without a name go anywhere but the pits? Primus clearly did not believe I was meant for greater things. I would survive longer than most in Blaster City, they said, and the Guildmaster claimed he could see the filth in my optics anyway: purple optics indicated a tainted spark.”

Trepan leaned forward.

“Heh, I know,” Overlord sighed. “I don’t speak like them. I used to have the Blaster City dialect, but this? I trained myself to speak like this until it became natural. Bots from the North found me more charming when I spoke like the artists and performers they already adored.”

“No, I was not thinking about your accent,” Trepan murmured. “They judged even your optics?”

Overlord said, “My appearance... Ah, well, had I looked the way I do now, I could have been an actor if the Guildmaster had been feeling merciful. But back then, I looked different. They judged me because I didn’t fit their image of an amicable, beautiful Cybertronian. I didn’t have optics as blue as energon or metal as bright as the sun. I was the darkness of the universe with the optics of Unicron. I think I was beautiful then, just in a way no one appreciated because of their standards and beliefs... because my body felt normal to me. There was nothing wrong with me.”

After a moment, Overlord gently carried on.

“Yes, so my home became Blaster City: the most dangerous of all regions on Cybertron. It had the highest workplace mortality rate. On the same cycle I was forged, I saw death. I was injured by a drill. I was confused and terrified, and everyone around me toiled like lifeless machinery, not caring to explain anything to me...”

Overlord blinked at the doctor.

“You can’t tell, but I am much younger than you. I was forged late in the Age of Rust, so I grew up listening to Lord Megatron when he already had fame. He educated me in my youth when no one else did. He was so wise, so passionate... finding value in himself when others did not. Instead of shutting down like the other labourers, my feelings blossomed, and I wanted to be......”

“It’s alright, you can say anything,” Trepan breathed.

Overlord nodded slowly.

Trepan asked, “Is that when you joined the gladiatorial arena?”

“No...” Overlord choked. “No... I... I didn’t want to... I wanted to find another way to become somebody, but before I could think of anything...”

“What happened?”

Overlord shut his eyes for a long time before he continued to speak.

“The South is a very polluted and dangerous place, and no one tends to the workers. At a young age, I had many health problems. My body was heavily scarred from accidents and riddled with infected cuts, I had a rust condition, and my ventilation system and optics were damaged by the smog. I didn’t have the shanix to buy more than energon, so I could not get new parts off the market. They don’t pay Blaster City slaves as much as others...”

He parted his eyes and looked at Trepan.

“I had an accident, but thinking about it even now gives me an overwhelming sense of misery. My past frightens me when I remember it... but this time, I don’t feel so lonely. When I set the scene, I will have you there with me...

"This happened in the largest factory of Blaster City. It had a track that overlooked an enormous smelter, which was so hot that standing near it would begin to melt your metal. The room was hazy from the heat and steam, machinery cranked and groaned, threatening to come crashing down atop of you. No one wanted to stay there too long—you dumped your cart of scrap into the smelter then hurried back out. That is what I had come to do... Ah, I can tell from your expression that you see where this is going. Yes, because of my waning eyesight and the thick haze, I simply walked over the edge and dropped into that smelter.”

Trepan jerked.

“The sheer agony of being melted alive at that temperature... Trepan, there is nothing that surpasses the pain of feeling your own outer layers drip off and your optics liquefy and pour out of your face. And oh, how I screamed. I screamed so loud that the thundering machines were whispers in comparison. My mouth filled with molten metal, melting off my jaw and part of my throat, including my voice box. Still, before I went silent, it was as though no one had heard my cry for help. They ignored me because they expected there was nothing that could be done, that I would be dead in a few moments. I saved myself by dragging myself over the rim of the pot and crawling across the scorching floor, which stuck to my metal and skinned me...”

Overlord watched Trepan shudder.

“I appreciate your vivid imagination as you place yourself in my position. Now that pain I felt then, Trepan, is the same pain I endlessly endure because of the Apex Project. You make the agony go away or you greatly lessen it; you are the hand I never received, pulling me from the smelter. Perhaps you still despise me as the Sixth Decepticon Campaign Leader... but you should know how I see you, doctor: you are the one who saves my life every day.”

Stunned into silence, Trepan squeezed his legs and buried his chin between his knees. Overlord kept observing him with a soft red gaze until he spoke again.

“How does this story make you feel?”

Trepan breathed, “I have never heard anything more horrid.”

“Is it alright if I continue?”

“What... Primus, what happened next?”

[Into the Depths (myuu)]

“Next, ah... the worst yet to come. After my accident, I was a blind and mute frame with damaged hearing who would be utterly useless as a labourer. Other slaves thought they ought to put me out of my misery and throw me back in after I was cool enough to touch. I had to fight and run blind. Outside, I was eventually found by... They spoke like officers, castekeepers. They said I was done for, might as well make use of me as fodder for a gladiatorial battle. I was thrown in hurt and blind for the entertainment of the crowd. Just one bot of many so that some more talented gladiator had something to tear apart.”

“By the Allspark... they couldn’t have...”

Overlord murmured, “I fought for my life. I did not have fighting skills, but I was strong. I survived, but that didn’t impress them. They threw me in a back room, then tossed me into the next fight. Over and over again, small fights just to occupy Southerners on break. I don’t blame them for watching, because gladiator fights were the only excitement around those parts. The ones I despised... were the hands who kept throwing me back in while talking about how much each fight was earning them. It wasn’t much, Trepan. They made practically nothing off my fights because they only charged tourists who wanted to record.

“It took a long time for someone to notice me. It’s not like I was the only deformed, broken bot to be thrown into the bloodbath fights. Cycle by cycle, I could do nothing but focus on staying alive. And when no one provided me with energon, I had to take it from the fallen. Eventually, one of the pit bosses realized how well I was doing. He funded me for new optics, just to see how much better I would perform.”

Overlord touched his closed eyelids.

“I was happy that I would be able to see and not have to fight blind with the roars of the crowd deafening me. I became an even more efficient killer, so then they scheduled me to fight at popular tourist hours. Very little, they started to pay me. Sometimes, sponsors paid for surgeries to upgrade me: new audio receptors or chainsaw installations. Then, they learned that I had an incredible energy reserve that could be tapped. They eagerly added more and more blasters to me. Only after that, they decided to break my silence and let me have a voice box.

“I became deadlier after the surgeries, but I was not famous. No, I was too hideous to even fall under the category of gladiators who are popular for looking so fearsome. Bots came, they had their fun watching my fights, then they left and forgot me. Very carefully, I accumulated my shanix until I had enough to fund my own surgery, except I did not ask for more weapons. I wanted to be restored, but I could never go back to who I was before. And who I was before had not been good enough for others. And so, I asked the doctors...”

Overlord brushed his fingers over his lips.

“I asked them, ‘How do I make them love me?’. I accepted one of their suggestions and so did my pit boss."

[Overlord lay back on an operating table. Before he drifted into unconsciousness, Knockout leaned over him.]

"I was remodelled and given a new identity—I would be a beautiful killer who charmed his audience and did anything to please them! I loved it. I returned to the arena as Overlord and embraced my new appearance and dramatic personality because now I was wanted. Just like Lord Megatron...

"In the beginning, I had been forced to fight, but then I enjoyed fighting because of the attention I received. I was someone! Especially after I randomly discovered my spark-splitting ability in a close fight to the death. I felt unique. So many bots wanted to see me, to talk about me, to touch me. The Northern audience was my fanbase and I loved interacting with them. I allowed them to take pictures with me and feel my weapons, and by fight five, cultural analysts and journalists came to ask me about political issues!”

[Wing and Waver and other Elban Autobots stood beaming as they took photos with Overlord and touching his guns.]

Overlord’s slender brows furrowed again.

“I did love them. I truly did... I was happy, but now the memories are tarnished. They only pain me now.”

“I heard about how you turned on the crowd,” Trepan whispered, but without any accusation in his tone. “What happened, Overlord?”

“My thirtieth fight as Overlord...” he sighed. “My four hundred and twelfth fight, my last. How nostalgic. They advertised my fight with Megatron for decacycles. I was so excited—a non-fatal fight against my greatest inspiration! I couldn’t wait to talk with him and make a connection... The fight was going to take place in the north. They dressed me up in special attire for the advertising, the clothes of royalty they called it, and it was so marvellous and expensive that I couldn't believe I was allowed to touch it.”

Overlord’s smile dropped.

“Did you see the video, Trepan?”

“I saw it...”

---

[Overlord lay battered with energon seeping out of his dents and cuts. Energy depleted and body stiff from pain, Overlord could not resist as Megatron pressed the edge of his sword against his neck.]

“I expected nothing else,” Overlord whispered. “You are the greatest; my inspiration which brought me this far and allowed me to become somebody.”

Megatron began to lean back, but he halted when the audience erupted into harsh, frantic screams.

“No, kill him!”

“Kill him!”

“End the fight!”

Overlord jolted, his red eyes flaring. He choked to Megatron, “This isn’t that kind of fight...”

The crowd only grew more incensed as Megatron’s sword lingered close to Overlord’s neck. They surged to their feet, bent their chests over the railings, pumped their fists, and all joined in one chant:

“Kill-him! Kill-him! Kill-him! Kill-him!”

Megatron gazed over the frothing spectators, then smirked at Overlord. “Savages, aren’t they? And to think so many of them claimed to be your fans...”

Overlord stared over the waves of hostile shouting faces, his eyes rounding and his body beginning to tremble. “But they...”

Megatron retracted his sword and moved away from Overlord, standing tall and raising one arm. The chant then changed; hundreds of bots booed.

“A truly worthy opponent!” Megatron cried. “This was the fight of the century that you had all come to see!”

Though Megatron’s call echoed off every wall, the boos and jeers did not cease. Slowly, Overlord pulled his injured body onto his knees, then squeezed himself as the deafening cries surrounded him. Overlord began to stand, and the taller he stood, the more outraged the spectators became as Overlord dared to continue to live.

Megatron peeked at him from the side and rumbled so that only Overlord could hear, “You never learned the one thing that every other gladiator knows, Overlord. Although, it could not be clearer now: your fans never truly loved you.”

Overlord inhaled sharply as tears dotted his eyes. Hugging himself tighter, Overlord trudged toward the exit with his legs moving on autopilot. Then, his arms too began to move on their own as they picked up his fallen blaster, curled one finger over the trigger, and pointed the weapon at the mob of twisted, wrathful faces.

---

“Those savages became the Autobots,” Overlord whispered. “I never forgot the faces of the fans who spoke to me or touched me. Some of them are in my prisons now, and when I watch them fight their non-fatal battles, they scream that there is no worse monster than me.”

Overlord pressed a hand over his face.

“Lord Megatron could have killed me for them. But he refused—he stood up to them! I... made a mistake though. I don't regret attacking the audience, but it condemned me to the greatest despair and loneliness I had ever experienced. I was... Trepan, did Maximus ever tell you the first time we met?"

"Met? You met before the War?"

The sorrow in Overlord's eyes deepened.

"When I look at him and see his hatred, I can't even tell if he remembers. I am sure he does, because how could he forget? And yet, he behaves as though what I am doing to him now does not compare to what he did to me. Or maybe deep down he knows but doesn't want to admit his past sins. I wonder if his spark is so hard and cold that he just can't see the parallels. I think that of all the Autobots in my prisons who just hate us and want to end our miserable lives... They may never understand that we experienced worse than this... and I fear that even after 412 battles, they will still never understand us."

"I'm sorry," Trepan whispered.

"I can tell you never attended a gladiatorial battle before the War." Overlord allowed a small smile to form on his lips. "I know these things. I know that Maximus has attended them and even Star Saber. Nearly every Cybertronian has seen a fight, but I think you never became a true Autobot because you were never one of those bots."

Overlord extended a finger toward Trepan, then drew it back before touching him.

"What Maximus never tells anyone is that he arrested me before the War," Overlord exhaled. "He was a Guildmaster and also a powerful military officer. After I was apprehended, he made the call to remove my weapons, imprison me, restrain me, and sedate me. I was too much of an individual to execute, almost like a high-caste bot, but he saw me as a weapon they couldn't be rid of. His decision was to cast me into the darkness and make sure I would never escape."

[What could have been (myuu)]

[Overlord hung suspended in sombre cell, held up by powerful machinery restraining him and injecting him with sedatives. His eyes glowed a sickly yellow from it. Drowning in loneliness and anguish, a beam of light captured golden tears raining down his face. A small portion of Maximus' arm and head could be seen as he shut the door.]

"But then... the War broke out." Overlord's expression brightened and softened. "And Lord Megatron, he remembered me; he freed me from my dark prison..."

[Light flooded the cell, casting Megatron's shadow onto the floor.]

[After Overlord lifted his head, his face contorted from tender emotion: mouth parting and trembling, eyes rounding.]

"Lord Megatron... he is everything to me. I would do anything for him...”

---

[Overlord screamed as he watched Bumblebee’s memory. He fell back, clawing his face and sobbing.]

---

[Trepan injected Overlord with the sedatives before he turned his pain receptors back online. He gave Overlord even more painkillers until he was numb and disorientated, then finally, Overlord slept.]

Leozack charged into the room.

“Thank Primus,” Leozack gasped. “He finally listened. I thought we would lose him for good after he ran off...”

“Stupid fragger,” Trepan muttered.

---

Overlord woke, and as he did, Trepan ushered Leozack and Lyzack out of the room.

“I need to talk to him in private now,” Trepan said.

[Overlord rolled his head and stared at Trepan. The doctor waited until the room was vacated before he dropped a hand on Overlord’s shoulder.]

“Listen to me, you scrap-brained glitch,” Trepan growled.

Overlord raised his brows.

“Get over Megatron right now. He never cared about you or any Decepticon. He was an ambitious, revenge-crazed psychopath. You gave him everything you could and were never rewarded. You are far better than him. It’s time you start living for yourself and not to please someone else. I wanted this to happen. I wanted Megatron to die or leave so that you could finally see him for the toxic sludge he is. Your leader was a frag-head who poisoned Cybertron trying to drug up his army, who then ordered everyone follow him into space to chase Optimus.”

Tears budded in Overlord’s eyes.

“No. No more of that. Stop crying in private and hurting yourself for other bots. You know what? Just give up now. The War is over, Overlord. You know what that means? We go home, we give you that surgery, and you live a life without pain. No more fighting; for the first time in your life, you can relax and do as you please. It will be you, me, Lyzack, Leozack—bots who care about you. Even if we’re all in an Autobot prison, imagine how peaceful it will be. Remember what it was like, Overlord, to sleep without pain?”

He shook his head, and despite Trepan’s command, golden tears still leaked from his eyes.

“You aren’t going to kill anyone,” Trepan uttered. “We’re going home today. Got it?”

“I want to kill Megatron though,” Overlord choked. “I will let the Autobots go but please... I need to kill him.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I need to. It hurts so much and this is the only thing that can heal me now.”

“That isn’t true. Forget him.”

“It will be the end of everything... I have to kill him.”

Trepan sat on the side of the berth. “You are incredibly difficult, you know. I won’t be able to talk you out of this one, will I?”

“Once I’ve had my revenge, we’ll go home. You can take away my armour and replace it then. Only after Megatron is dead, will I find peace.”

Trepan sighed and set his hand over Overlord's forehead.

"You better not be full of scrap. No more killing Autobots."

Overlord's eyes slid shut as he leaned into the touch.

"I'm fragging serious," Trepan muttered.

Although there was no response, Trepan didn't press further. He stroked Overlord's forehead until he slept.

---

“Overlord has a spark. I just want you to see it as I saw it, so you understand that you don’t need to kill him,” Trepan said. “If you could just fix him and take away his pain forever, then he will never return to that unfeeling state where he commits those terrible acts. I swear to you, it is what Overlord truly wants.”

Bumblebee gazed at him with furrowed brows. “We would have to unfreeze him for that. That is a huge risk we would have to take, for if he turned on us, we may not be able to defeat him again.”

“He doesn’t want to hurt Autobots anymore,” Trepan insisted. “Let me tell him that everything will be alright. He won’t fight you. Can’t you see? You don’t have to kill him!”

Trepan could not prevent his final memories from running loose.

---

[Bittersweet (Lucjo)]

[A light streaked like a shooting star across the Elban sky.]

Trepan clung to the steering as the ship shot through the storm, caught only by one bolt of lightning as it exited hyperwarp. Power flickered for a moment and Trepan gasped in fear before he reached to the metal flower on the dashboard. Holding it to his spark, he guided the ship toward the distant white building.

---

[Froid brushed away Trepan's tears and stared into his eyes while he adjusted his glasses. When he rose, he looked at him tenderly.]

“I understand how you feel more than you can imagine. My spark goes out to you, and I want you to know that someone trusts that everything you did was right.”

---

[Previously visited locations on Elba appear one by one, each one abandoned and silent: the halls, the prisons, the med bay, the security room, and the meeting room where Overlord was first spoken to.]

Stumbling footsteps echoed in the empty halls as Trepan pelted through them, crashing and nearly falling many times. Dragging himself deeper into the building, he moaned and clutched his gut, halting for a moment before shuffling on.

“Are you online?” Trepan cried into his comms. “Where are you?”

[Trepan pressed against a wall, coughing once then wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth.]

“Frag,” he groaned.

He fell against a locked door. While pressing his forehead against the thick metal, Trepan danced his fingers over the keypad. The doors parted to reveal the empty gladiatorial arena surrounded by silent stands, but in the centre of it all, Overlord sat quietly in his throne. No longer sitting tall, he slumped over his forearm with his eyes shut and his body eerily still. To his side, one arm of the throne had been left open either out of habit or hope.

“Scrap, no...” Trepan dashed forward and launched onto his perch, before pounding Overlord’s shoulder with his fists. Without a sense of touch, it took the audible banging to stir Overlord. Slowly, his eyes cracked open and revealed a dim pink gaze.

“Come on, stay awake,” Trepan commanded. “Open your panels, before it’s too late. If you fall unconscious, I can’t help you!”

Overlord blinked slowly, then drew back his armoured metal.

“You need to get up, quickly,” Trepan rushed. “I can’t give you energon here. If I reactivate your regulatory region right now without stasis gas, the shock will kill you. You have to make it to G-9, Overlord. Then I can save you.”

“...”

“Can you hear me?”

“... Trepan, I’m tired.”

“I know.” Trepan ground his hands into Overlord’s shoulder. “I’ll get you to sleep.”

“I don’t have the strength,” Overlord rumbled.

“Yes, you do.” Trepan shoved harder but could not budge him. “It’s just a short walk. Come on, you’re one of the strongest Cybertronians who ever existed. Don’t give me this scrap.”

Overlord mumbled, “I mean that I am tired, in my spark. Tired of life.”

Trepan froze. “That isn’t how you actually feel... you know you don’t want to die.”

“Mhm...”

“You only don’t care because you’ve been left in this state of mind for so long.” Trepan switched tactics and tried yanking Overlord’s arm instead. “That’ll change right away if you just...”

Overlord’s eyes slid shut and he relaxed over his forearm.

“Hey! No!” Trepan pounded the side of Overlord’s audio receptors. “Stay awake, frag you! You don’t want to die! You haven’t lived yet!”

Trepan snatched his arm, pushing and pulling in the still vain attempt to move the enormous Decepticon.

“Stop that,” Overlord slurred.

Leaping behind Overlord’s back, Trepan wedged himself between the general and the throne, pushing with his legs with all his strength. Trepan’s groans of effort then broke into a fit of coughing, and the doctor slid out and held his gut. Vision fringed with black, all Trepan could do for a moment was sit on the throne's arm, hacking until a mouthful of blood poured over his chin. Trepan heard movement behind him, and when his vision cleared, Overlord now sat up and regarded him with glazed though fully opened eyes.

“You were hurt,” he exhaled. “By Maximus.”

Trepan didn’t answer, but wiped his mouth and trembled. Slowly, Overlord pulled himself from the throne and gathered up Trepan with his own quivering hands.

[Overlord marched away from the throne, only his back seen as Trepan was cradled to his chest. Beads of blood are left behind them, glimmering on the throne's arm.]

---

[Trepan lay in the berth still adjusted to Overlord’s size, seeming so frail and small in it. Overlord sat on the floor and leaned over his arms on the berth, asleep with IVs connected to his shoulder.]

---

“For the sake of Primus,” Trepan said, “and Optimus Prime, who I will always view as an idol... Please, have empathy like they would; have mercy upon Overlord.”

Trepan and Bumblebee were disconnected from the cortical psychic patch. Bumblebee limped to his seat among the judges and Trepan into Lyzack's arms. The audience was so quiet now that it was as though they were no longer there, although Predaking saw Maximus gape at Trepan and murmur something unheard.

“We face a dilemma,” Ultra Magnus announced. “In order to repair Overlord, the effect of the Immobilizer must be undone. We would be restoring motor functions to Overlord in his most emotionless, unpredictable state. If he attacks us, as Bumblebee said, we may not be able to stop him again. He may also desire revenge and attack Cybertron as we feared.”

“He won’t!” Trepan yelped.

“We cannot know for certain what Overlord would do. Do we risk all of Cybertron’s safety for the sake of one unstable individual? If so, we can rely on Brainstorm to oversee Overlord’s surgery. If not, we shall conclude our original plan and use the Spark Extractor on Overlord.”

“No!” Lyzack cried.

Ultra Magnus typed on the pad below his fingertips, then he stared across the seated judges. “It is time to cast your anonymous votes. I hope you realize that the prudent choice is most considerate of the population we were elected to protect.”

Ultra Magnus tapped his finger behind a metal cover. His vote was in.

Predaking stared around him. Some fingers were quite swift to pound their decisions, while others crooked and wavered. The two Velocitronians hesitated the longest with Predaking, watching everyone else.

What are they voting for?  Predaking wondered.

Predaking glanced down at the options then back up. The Decepticons crossed their arms early, and the last Autobots to vote were Kup and Bumblebee.

The Decepticons must have voted to spare Overlord. Or perhaps not Sixshot and Black Shadow?

Obsidian stared intently at Predaking.

He wants me to vote to spare him... but is it the right choice? Can we trust Overlord? He could destroy everything...

Override and Ransack finally made their decisions.

I do not know what they voted for. Or any of the Autobots.

Silverbolt shook his head at Predaking.

Is he telling me to not spare Overlord?

All eyes fell upon him, but Predaking refused to look at the other Councillors now as they tried to influence him. He felt the pressure weighing upon him; it was possible that his vote would break a tie and decide Overlord’s fate.

He stared at nothing but the options in front of him now, his finger hovering to make his selection. Despite how eloquently worded the choices were, Predaking knew what they ultimately translated to.

---

Choice 1: Kill Overlord................... Go to Credits 1
Choice 2: Don’t kill Overlord.......... Go to Credits 2

Notes:

Art:
Overlord looking out the window with Leozack and Lyzack, Bumblebee and Trepan, Maximus' army fires at Overlord, Trepan sits beside Overlord, the crowd boos Overlord, Maximus imprisons Overlord, Trepan sasses Overlord, Trepan tries to move Overlord, Overlord carries Trepan: chaos_birdie (Instagram, X)
Trepan operates on Overlord: AliceDoesCommissions (Tumblr)
Young Overlord: Elaiz (Tumblr)
Young Overlord in slavery: jeweltonejules (Tumblr)
Melting Overlord: Tsuki (tsuki-here on Tumblr)
Skeletal Overlord fights: LammieLord (Instagram)
Straxxus and Knockout: PotatoOfWeebz
Overlord and his adoring fans: Darija (darija-morgan on Tumblr)
Megatron defeats Overlord: Aldecaver (Instagram)
Overlord shoots the audience: Elaiz (elaizal90 on Deviantar, _elaiz_ on Instagram)

Chapter 154: Credits 1

Notes:

Eternity (Lucjo)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldH01Y-9UtM

(time permitting) Bittersweet (Lucjo) [theme of the Space Adventure Storyline]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTZPXB6hpNY

The names off all artists, voice actors, editors, musicians, and those who helped make Space Adventure will be listed alongside images

"Thank you for all your love and emotional support. We got to see Overlord's story through to the end together. I can't wait to tell new stories and have you there with me!"

Past images will be displayed until new ones are shown that will update the player on developments following their final decision.

You chose to kill Overlord

 

Credits

[Starscream falls back onto the throne of Darkmount]

[The Predacons arrive at the landing site]

[The Predacons listen to the stories of the Vehicons]

[Predaking brings the Miner Vehicons home to Cybertron]

[Predaking speaks to Bumblebee about the Predacons who were killed on Earth]

[Silverbolt's army arrives]

[The first crew looks at the screen at the pictures of Omnitron]

[The arrival to Junkion]

[Predaking carries dying Velocitronians]

[Krok and his Decepticons arrive and are lying on the ground as the Autobots point guns at them]

[Krok stands trial]

[Flywheel’s death in the arms of his friends]

[The Nemesis floats in orbit of Antilla]

[The Decepticon army surrounds the Nemesis crew]

[A bumble-puppy jumps into Obsidian’s arms]

[Obsidian and Strika stand trial]

[The Predacons play in the snow of Arduria]

[Misfire and Fulcrum play in the snow]

[Kup's army returns]

[Kup shows pictures of fallen ships and victims]

[The Nemesis arrives to beautiful Elba]

[The ship picks up Overlord’s life signal before anyone knows to be afraid]

[Overlord holds Pipes hostage]

[Crankcase gives a pep talk to Predaking]

[Predaking meets with Overlord on his throne before Trepan arrives]

[Sixshot and Black Shadow talk to Predaking]

[Black Shadow beats Bumblebee]

[Ripclaw and Predaking fight the Star Seekers]

[Trepan finishes repairing Predaking]

[Predaking talks to Fortress Maximus]

[A scene of Overlord slaughtering Maximus’ army]

[Predaking talks to Star Saber]

[Star Saber reaches out to scared Trepan]

[Leozack and Hellbat talk to Predaking in the morgue]

[The recording of Trepan operating on Overlord]

[Maximus takes Trepan hostage]

[Maximus crushes Trepan and Star Saber bears his sword]

[Froid comforts Trepan in the hospital]

[Trepan runs through the halls of the Institute]

[Overlord presses his fingers against the glass of the tube]

[Leozack forces Trepan to treat Overlord]

[Overlord talks in private to Trepan]

[Overlord falls into the smelter]

[Overlord gets surgery]

[Overlord cries as the crowd boos at him and calls for his death]

[Trepan reaches Overlord as he sits in his throne, slumped over and near death]

[Overlord rises out of concern for injured Trepan and carefully picks him up]

[Trepan sits alone in prison, curled up with his hands pressed against his face]

[Froid enters the cell and hugs him, sitting and letting Trepan rest against him]

[In another cell, Leozack buries himself into Hellbat's arms with his wings down.]

[Lyzack cries on her own in the darkness]

[Starscream is also collared and imprisoned despite promises to let him go free. He is repaired and healed]

[Jetfire arrives to keep him company. A bumble-puppy wiggles into Starscream’s flustered grasp]

[Esmeral and other Star Seekers walk free into the streets of Cybertron and look around themselves]

[Obsidian walks his six bumble-puppies with Strika]

[Sixshot and Black Shadow wave at Predaking on the streets. The other Predacons are with him. In the background, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are walking with Fastlane]

[Jetfire accompanies Starscream as he instructs a group of young fliers]

[Maximus with Star Saber at his side awkwardly tries to reach out and talk to Trepan through bars, but Trepan snaps at them, emotionally distressed and unwilling to hear what he has to say]

[Krok and his Decepticons join the table of the Nemesis crew at Maccadam’s. Everyone is healed from the passage of time, and the Predacons are happy]

[Return to the darkness. Lyzack, Leozack, and Trepan are together outside under the starry sky and watched by armed guards. Trepan and Lyzack hold each other while Leozack sits miserably beside them and reaches out to Trepan]

Thank you for playing and enjoying this story.

Chapter 155: Credits 2

Notes:

Eternity (Lucjo)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldH01Y-9UtM

(time permitting) Bittersweet (Lucjo) [theme of the Space Adventure Storyline]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTZPXB6hpNY

The names off all artists, voice actors, editors, musicians, and those who helped make Space Adventure will be listed alongside images

 

"Thank you for all your love and emotional support. We got to see Overlord's story through to the end together. I can't wait to tell new stories and have you there with me!"

You chose to not kill Overlord

 

Credits

[Starscream falls back onto the throne of Darkmount]

[The Predacons arrive at the landing site]

[The Predacons listen to the stories of the Vehicons]

[Predaking brings the Miner Vehicons home to Cybertron]

[Predaking speaks to Bumblebee about the Predacons who were killed on Earth]

[Silverbolt's army arrives]

[The first crew looks at the screen at the pictures of Omnitron]

[The arrival to Junkion]

[Predaking carries dying Velocitronians]

[Krok and his Decepticons arrive and are lying on the ground as the Autobots point guns at them]

[Krok stands trial]

[Flywheel’s death in the arms of his friends]

[The Nemesis floats in orbit of Antilla]

[The Decepticon army surrounds the Nemesis crew]

[A bumble-puppy jumps into Obsidian’s arms]

[Obsidian and Strika stand trial]

[The Predacons play in the snow of Arduria]

[Misfire and Fulcrum play in the snow]

[Kup's army returns]

[Kup shows pictures of fallen ships and victims]

[The Nemesis arrives to beautiful Elba]

[The ship picks up Overlord’s life signal before anyone knows to be afraid]

[Overlord holds Pipes hostage]

[Crankcase gives a pep talk to Predaking]

[Predaking meets with Overlord on his throne before Trepan arrives]

[Sixshot and Black Shadow talk to Predaking]

[Black Shadow beats Bumblebee]

[Ripclaw and Predaking fight the Star Seekers]

[Trepan finishes repairing Predaking]

[Predaking talks to Fortress Maximus]

[A scene of Overlord slaughtering Maximus’ army]

[Predaking talks to Star Saber]

[Star Saber reaches out to scared Trepan]

[Leozack and Hellbat talk to Predaking in the morgue]

[The recording of Trepan operating on Overlord]

[Maximus takes Trepan hostage]

[Maximus crushes Trepan and Star Saber bears his sword]

[Froid comforts Trepan in the hospital]

[Trepan runs through the halls of the Institute]

[Overlord presses his fingers against the glass of the tube]

[Leozack forces Trepan to treat Overlord]

[Overlord talks in private to Trepan]

[Overlord falls into the smelter]

[Overlord gets surgery]

[Overlord cries as the crowd boos at him and calls for his death]

[Overlord stands frozen. Trepan (collared), Knockout, and Brainstorm are there with an army of Autobots as they unfreeze Overlord]

[Overlord lies on a berth and stays conscious during surgery, allowing them to cut under his armoured metal]

[Starscream is collared and imprisoned despite promises to let him go free. He is repaired and healed]

[Jetfire arrives to keep him company. A bumble-puppy wiggles into Starscream’s flustered grasp]

[Esmeral and other Star Seekers walk free into the streets of Cybertron and look around themselves]

[Obsidian walks his six bumble-puppies with Strika]

[Froid brings Trepan books and candies in jail]

[Sixshot and Black Shadow wave at Predaking on the streets. The other Predacons are with him. In the background, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are walking with Fastlane]

[Jetfire accompanies Starscream as he instructs a group of young fliers]

[Maximus with Star Saber at his side awkwardly tries to reach out and talk to Trepan through bars. Trepan holds himself and struggles to make eye contact]

[Trepan under Ratchet’s grumpy gaze instructs an emergency first aid class with First Aid, who is still nervous of him]

[Krok and his Decepticons join the table of the Nemesis crew at Maccadam’s. Everyone is healed from the passage of time, and the Predacons are happy]

[Overlord lies in a patch of sunlight, eyes half closed and a smile on his lips. Trepan is reading at the side while Leozack and Lyzack lean against Overlord. Hellbat is nestled among the bumble-puppies covering Overlord’s chest and abdomen. All of them appear content and peaceful despite the armed guards]

THE END

Notes:

Overlord's main story may be finished, but he and other Space Adventure characters will appear in other paths of Mercy. By exploring all the paths, you will learn about them all in depth. Other characters you met but didn't get to really know—the Aerialbots, the Dinobots, Prowl, Bluestreak, Devcon, Obsidian, Strika, Froid, the Star Seekers—they get more focus in other storylines.

The timeline of Space Adventure finishes before most other storylines. When you don't play this one, the prisoners still escape Overlord thanks to Rewind. On the other storylines, Starscream isn't available to help them with the final plan for Overlord, so Overlord does in fact reach Cybertron at full invincibility.

Overlord, Leozack, Lyzack, and Trepan are in prison following this story and during the events of other stories. Overlord is content to study new things in prison, although he is not allowed to leave to do work like the twins and Trepan are. Hellbat is not imprisoned and just likes to visit, but on Cybertron, he takes a job in cuddle therapy. He is in contact with Froid, who prescribes his patients Hellbat time if appropriate. Froid also visits the prison to see Trepan, but receives a lot of backlash from other Autobots for it. Froid will also bring presents for Overlord at Trepan's request.