![]() ![]() The two rolled up to the entrance, assuming their robot modes and dropping some Shanix into Calcar’s hand. “At least it’s not Prowl,” Pipes offered. “He was, but Highbrow held him up,” Cliffjumper replied. His blue friend followed him close behind. “Hurry up, Pipes, we’re gonna be late!” Cliffjumper called out as he sped towards the Kaon arena. Orion assumed his small truck mode and drove off as Trion watched on, a smile on his face. “I believe you had an event planned with your friends?” “But I shouldn’t bore you with these tales,” Trion said, smiling. According to the defectors’ reports, he knew of some unforeseen disaster, one we know nothing of.” SCRASH may have been different, but it… he saw something we did not. “I was active during the war, as most already know. “Well, the records aren’t everything, Orion,” Trion noted. “Based on the records, SCRASH was a… special case.” And I fear if we continue on this path, we may end up facing threats worse than even SCRASH.” “I look over these records every day, Pax. ![]() “Of course,” Alpha Trion said with a smile. The only one still untouched is the Reversionists, ever since… the point is, the planet’s going downhill, fast.” I mean, we have multiple parties opposed to them, but they keep getting shut down. Combined with Zeta’s current ruling style and the growing influence of the Functionists’ teachings, I have a feeling that we may be heading towards something… bad. “Cybertron.” Orion glanced back at the computer. Some believed him to be the last of the Firstforged, though no one was quite brave enough to ask. Trion was an older bot, predating much of Cybertron’s population. Orion Pax turned to see Alpha Trion, his mentor, enter the room. He frowned as he looked over the records. His chest bore a windshield, his helm and lower legs a deep blue. His body and arms were mostly red, with a bit of silver mixed in. The Hall contains records of Cybertron’s history ever since the beginning of the Golden Age, and what little they had of beforehand were stories, though their truthfulness remained in question.Ĭurrently combing through these records was a young, bright Cybertronian. Within Iacon lies the Hall of Records, a building as old as the city itself. Thanks to the efforts of the Constructicons, though, the city had been restored to its former glory… something that didn’t sit completely well with some. The city looked flawless, a bright golden beacon near the planet’s north pole – something an offworlder would be surprised at, as just a few vorns ago, the planet had been ravaged by war. Iacon City, the capital of Cybertron and home to many of the planet’s most celebrated inhabitants, shone brightly against the setting sun. ![]() Part 1 of Transformers Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 14078 Chapters: 5/12 Comments: 2 Kudos: 6 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 127 ![]()
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