Thus begins the path to leadership
Citadel of Light
Nova Major had awoken, groggy and in pain, fully accepting that it was The True Alpha Trion, “The Last Prime, eh?” he had asked, “My apologies for having to… beat you.” The Prime said, “No, no, it’s okay.” he said, “I reacted poorly.” he said as Alpha Trion checked his dented knuckles from beating him the second time he attacked, at least he was persistent, “That is true.”
“Chin up, Nova.” The Darklander said with a smile, “They say only a Prime can defeat a Prime.” remembering the saying that had spawned amongst The Maraudicons, “No.” Alpha Trion told him, “They say only a Prime can TERMINATE a Prime.” he had told Galvatron, “We are already defeated.” he said, depressed, “MY era is ended.” he said as Nova had risen up.
Just so, Trion.” Nova told The Prime, “If your fellow Primes are truly gone… their powers are ours for the taking.” Nova had said with a bit of hope, they would be able to restore the world to something better than before, “If Nexus’s ancient riddle could be solved…” he said, but Galvatron was not pleased with the thought, “I annihilated Nexus Prime’s abominations myself.” he told the pair.
“The Coward vanished, taking with him The Enigma of Combination– and leaving our world the better for it.” he had declared to the two of them, “The Combiners are no more… only the remnants of Onyx’s Beast Hordes taint our world.” he had said to them, they no longer The Maximals that they had recognized when they were young and disliking what had befallen the tribe.
“Then let us seek council with the villain,” Nova said, “And see for ourselves if The Voice of Onyx has fled as well.” he had told the pair, “Then we decide what must be done… for the good of Cybertron.” he had said and they had nodded at that, the three of them had went and transformed to go and drive towards the location, The City of Kalis that The Voice secured for himself alone.
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The Tomb of Onyx, Kalis
The three of the had driven up towards the fortress that was once the tmb of one of the kindest and most spiritual Primes which was when they had seen that there was a bot awaiting them with a spear at the ready, “Name yourselves and lay down your weapons.” The Beast–Type said as The three of the transformed, “Let us pass or die, beast,” The Darklander said for them.
“Neither makes a difference to ME.” he said, raising his weapon, “Just choose quickly for Galvatron is weary.” he had warned, “I–” The Beast–Type had said, “There is no point in fighting.” he said, moving to the side for them, “Pass. Pass freely.” he said as they had went and headed inside, “You know what awaits you within?” he had asked of them which Alpha Trion spoke for.
“No. But I suspect…” He had said as the warrior had went and followed after them to find a golden throne which was when they saw The Voice of Onyx Prime wa missing, “…It is emptiness.” he had said, shocking The Maximal that was there, “They all left.” he had told them, “Most went to attack The Citadel of Light…” he said before muttering the next part, “…Which I gather didn’t go real great…”
But none of them listened to that part, “…And the rest just… well, left.” He had said before looking towards Nova who appeared to be the leader of their group right now, “What happens to me?” he had asked of him, “Tell me your name.” Nova Major had said towards him, “Backstop, of The Mournsong.” he had said towards him while Nova had went and smiled towards The Beast–Type warrior.
“We forge a New World, Backstop of Cybertron.” he had said towards him, “The Powers of all The Primes shall be Consolidated… shall be combined, to one.” he said, already envisioning the future he had in mind, “There will be no more Tribes…” he had promised, “…Only a world united. We usher in a Golden Age.” he had said, while Backstop looked unsure.
“And…” he said towards them, “…And the world has a place for me, and my kind?” He had asked, “Oh, indeed.” Nova had said as his grin grew wider, “There shall be a place for everyone in our new world…” he had told him, “…And everyone shall be in their place.” he had promised towards him, already seeing the next part that they would need to do to reach that dream.
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Rung and his brothers had watched as the Cybertronians had all went and continued to onwards, “Nova? He will be the next one?” The One Opticed bot had asked, at that, Censere had nodded, “He would be the perfect leader, to pave the way.” Censere had said while Run had looked at the symbol that they had created, “And when he has completed his task, this will be his reward.” ready for that day to come.
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The Darklands
The warriors had driven up to the fortress of Megatronus, as they had approached it, Galvatron had transformed, knocking on the door with his ax, “Open! Open your doors, for Galvatron has returned!” he had told them and in response, rifles and bows were aimed, “The General has told us of you! And wishes for you to be hailed home like a Darklander!” one shouted before they fired.
The group had moved to get away from their firing, all of them trying to avoid it, “And this is how they greet their friends?!” Nova Major had asked Alpha Trion, “It is when they’re angry!” The Prime had said as the firing stopped and the doors had opened, “Galvatron!” a voice said as an identical bot approached with a pair of swords and a cloak on, “Arcee!” Galvatron said happily.
At least before he had been punched by the bot, “Now you return?!” He had demanded before kicking his brother as he had fallen, “Where were you?!” he had demanded of The bot who had grabbed his pedes, stopping the attack from going any further, “I was facing off against The Headmasters of Nexus Prime!” he had snarled, “Slaying them and securing the power of The Darklands!” he said.
“With no army?” Arcee asked, still angry, “They would only slow me down.” he had said as the others approached, “Well met, Great Arcee, I am–!” “Alpha Trion!” Arcee had said, approaching the Prime, “It is good to see you again, and you are Nova! Warrior of Prima.” he had said, offering his servo that Nova had clasped, making the two of them smiling towards each other.
“Come, I will treat you two as honored guests! Come!” she had said towards them, “And what of Galvatron?” Galvatron had asked of his brother, “Galvatron can eat with the soldiers like a soldier.” He had snarled as they walked through, “Now then, what can I do for you, Lord Prime?” he had asked of him, making Nova speak up, “We are here to unite our tribes, to become one.”
That had made Arcee pause, “Do you understand what you are asking?” Arcee had asked, “You desire to make us one? With all of our warring factions and ideals, you believe that we can be united once more?” he asked, laughing, “What? Do you believe that we will find Thirteen New Primes to lead us?” he had asked, looking towards Alpha Trion who shook his head, “No, not thirteen.” he told her.
“One, one not born a Prime but one who had earned the title, who would act as the singular voice of our people.” he had said towards The Darklander, “And who would be this Prime who earned Prime? You?” He had asked of Nova which was when Alpha Trion had spoken, “We shall see,” he had said, “It may very well be your brother.” he had said, making Arcee laugh at the thought.
“My brother is many things, Berserker, Warrior, Gladiator, lover of a hundred bots and a destroyer that our Prime enjoyed, but he is by no definition, the leader of a planet.” he had told the bots there which is when a voice spoke, “They are two of Five who have the potential to become Prime.” he had told them, surprising the three fo them at the reveal of the Priest.
“Censere!” Nova had said, standing up in surprise, “How do you know this, ancient one?” Arcee had asked, he knew there was something… supernatural about Censere, but he was no enemy, at most he was a helpful oddity, “Vector Prime, before he had left on The Tempo with his kingdom, gave me a prophecy, one concerning The Next Age of The Prime.” he had told them before taking a vent.
That had hushed the others, all listening as he had spoken, “‘Five like The Guiding hand shall appear to pave the way for The New Age,’” he had started, “‘One a Monk who preaches of peace, his opposite who makes him stop to think, the next a masterless blade, stern of face plate but true of spark who does not boast but does what’s right,’” he had told them, making them think on who it was.
“‘A Scholar who tries to bind the mystical to the material shall be next, as brilliant as he is curious,’” Censere had continued, “‘Next a conqueror with no mercy, but loyalty as true as a star to him,’” The Priest had said, making Nova look towards Galvatron, he most likely fit that one, “‘And finally, a Warrior, with a temper as great as his dreams who will see a silver dawn,’” He had continued.
“‘These five shall bring forth the next age of Cybertron and help bring our people into one of our greatest Zeniths in our history’.” he had told them and and hearing that, The Darklanders had stopped, all of them looking at each other before there was an idea, “Who will be The Conqueror?” was the continued question that they were asking amongst each other and the one that Galvatron stood up for.
“Nova Major, Alpha Trion,” Glavatron told them, “We’re going to have a little contest,” he had said, “While Galvatron emerges victorious, you must find the other three.” he had told them, making Arcee glare at the arrogance of his brother, “I would start in Upper Tetrahex, there you’ll find your Blade.” he had said before unsheathing his blades, “I suggest we head over there, Nova.” he said towards him.
Hearing that, the two of them had went and left them to their melee as the group had fought each other, making the group all react in their own ways towards the situation with Galvatron laughing merrily at the situation that was before him, wondering if he would be conqueror or fallen today as both he and Arcee had went and smashed helms together as they engaged each other.
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Upper Tetrahex, Cybertron
The two of them had went and transformed, looking around at the temples, burning braziers with the symbol of Solus Prime and her Forge inscribed there as they had walked, looking around when there was a sound of blades being drawn, “Halt.” a voice had said, making them look upwards, “Who dares to enter the land of Solus Prime?” a warrior with a Great Sword had asked.
At that, Nova approached, “It is I, Nova Major, last warrior of Prima, and The Prime, Alpha Trion, who enter,” he said, making the other warriors there start to mutter in shock, “We seek we seek one of your warriors.” Nova had said to them, “And who would be the warrior you seek?” the one had asked to which Alpha Trion spoke, “We do not know! But Galvatron told us that he would be here!” The Prime said.
Hearing that, the bots looked to each other before one, a Blue Femme with a burning mane spoke, “Follow me, I will show you to him.” she said, making the two look at each other before deciding to follow, seeing no other option right now as they had went and headed followed the femme deeper in towards a triangular building that made them cautious and a little scared of what might happen.
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They had arrived at the place that they called The Pyramid, built by their late Prime to house their young Sparks so that they can grow with no danger which was when they saw a bot sitting on the steps, sharpening his blade, “Alpha Trion and Nova Major are here to speak to you, Cyclonus.” the femme said before leaving them, making the two look at the devilish bot who was still sharpening.
“Speak.” Cyclonus said, not caring as he continued to sharpen, “We are on a quest to find Five warriors.” Alpha Trion had said towards him, approaching the warrior, “We were told by Galvatron, that one of the warriors we’re searching for was here.” The Prime said as Cyclonus continued to sharpen his blade, “And what, pray tell, are you looking for?” Cyclonus had asked, not looking at them.
“‘The next a masterless blade, stern of face plate but true of spark who does not boast but does what’s right,’” he had told Cyclonus, “Do you know of one that matches this description?” Alpha Trion had asked of him, making Cyclonus rise up to glare at them, “Look around, we have been lost without our master for a long time now.” he said, making them cautious.
“Take your pick of us, any would fit the description you had given.” he had told them, making the Prime and The Warrior look towards each other when an idea came to mind, “It is most likely for the best,” Nova Major said, “How can we expect such a warrior from the tribe of such a WEAK PRIME!” he had shouted out, making sure that every bot nearby would hear.
“Nova! What’re you–?” Alpha Trion started before there as motion, as swift as the wind, faster than any that the bots watching could see, Cyclonus had his Great Sword aimed towards his throat, “Repeat that.” he had snarled towards them, the others looking angry, but more in bitter agreement than actual anger, “It looks like we found our masterless blade.” he had said.
Hearing that, Cyclonus went and sheathed his blade, glaring at them, “And why would I join you?” he had asked which was when Alpha Trion approached, “Because I know that any bot that has such loyalty for my sister would fight to create the unity that she had envisioned beside us.” he had said and hearing that, Cyclonus had glared as he had looked to them, “Fine.” he said.
“Pyramus!” Cyclonus had shouted out towards them and hearing that, the Blue and Gold bot with a pair of scimitars approached, “You are in command while I am with the Prime on this… quest.” he had said, making the bot nod towards him and hearing that the bots had all in attendance had went and started to salute as he had looked towards the others, “Who next?” he had asked of them.
“I know who the next two would be.” Nova had said towards them, giving the coordinates in question to the others and in response to this, they had all nodded, the three of them had went and transformed, two grounders and a Seeker as they had went and headed to the first location, “To Northern Mountains!” he had shouted out towards the others as they had went and headed towards the location.
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The Darklands
Galvatron was sitting on the throne now, taking a sip of energon as he had looked downwards at them all, as he had did as much, they had all looked towards the victor of their little melee, he had survived and was standing above them all as Arcee had groaned as he had risen up, covered in dents and scars as he had approached, pulling his sword out of a corpse as he did.
“So, I take it that you are the chosen one then?” he had asked, making Galvatron laugh at that, “Of course Galvatron is victorious! Did you expect less, brother?” he had asked, making Arcee shake his head at that before kneeling, “The Darklands will obey.” he had said, “We will join your group once you’ve selected a Prime.” he told Galvatron, making him smile wider.
“I will let the others know, my brother.” he had said, making Arcee smile, glad to be working with him him again as they had both chuckle at each other, “So, where shall you go next?” Arcee had asked of his brother, “To Upper Tetrahex to greet Cyclonus.” Galvatron said, “Then if they are already gone, I will find them.” he had told his twin, making the Grounder nod at that.
Arcee had helped his brother out of their fortress, “Safe travels, brother.” Arcee had told him, making Galvatron give a hearty laugh, “Please, brother!” he had said, “Galvatron does not fear the world, the world should fear Galvatron!” he had said before transforming, heading towards Upper Tetrahex to find the others, “That’s what I’m afraid of.” Arcee said, knowing that their journey wasn’t going to be easy.
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The Sea of Rust
The Four of them were together here, all of them having beared witness to the gathering of the first two, Censere/Mortilus having given the prophecy, now they needed to only wait, “Clever choice, with Cyclonus.” Tyrest/Solomus had said towards his brothers, “He is the most logical.” Epistemus had told him while Primus had watched it all, “That may be but it is up to them now.” he told them.
Hearing that, the four of the five had all nodded in agreement, they would watch, they would listen and one day, when they had everything ready for them, that was when they would come together and with that, there would be a united Cybertron that would be led by the assembled bots who would then create a Prime not of birth but instead one who earned it, ad that was something all wanted to see.