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Hey guys! It's me again with another journal. I noticed that a lot of people have been liking Transformers: Mobian Chronicles. Come to think of it, a lot of people like Felidine Multiverse. By the way, I apologize for the slowness for the next chapter, college and all that. In any case, I have decided that it's time for a Q n' A session with the characters here on this page! Tom Wilson, Megatronus, Thomas, Mycala, Vader, you name 'em, just ask 'em. However, any questions about their future will just have the characters scratching their heads. No "R" rated questions either. Some of these guys are not mature enough for those questions yet! No shipping either, I will decide the couples. With that, let's start asking questions!
Hey guys! It's me again with another journal. I noticed that a lot of people have been liking Transformers: Mobian Chronicles. Come to think of it, a lot of people like Felidine Multiverse. By the way, I apologize for the slowness for the next chapter, college and all that. In any case, I have decided that it's time for a Q n' A session with the characters here on this page! Tom Wilson, Megatronus, Thomas, Mycala, Vader, you name 'em, just ask 'em. However, any questions about their future will just have the characters scratching their heads. No "R" rated questions either. Some of these guys are not mature enough for those questions yet! No shipping either, I will decide the couples. With that, let's start asking questions!
  I think we’ve seen enough Cybertronian politics for one day. Let’s get back to Mobius. It’s dawn in Station Square and the people are waking up. Well, it’s 5:30 am on October 31st and G.U.N. is waking up. In military terms, it’s called oh dark thirty. All soldiers were woken up and got ready for training. Ironhide and Ratchet had already adjusted to Mobian Time, so they got up too. They noticed that the other Autobots hadn’t woken up yet, so Ironhide got an idea. He keyed in something on the consoles attached to the recharge berths and pressed the big red button. A few seconds later, Optimus, Jazz, Bumblebee, and Cliffjumper woke to the sound of Reveille blasting into their audio sensors. They sprang out of the recharge berths and readied their weapons. “Was that the alarm?!” asked Optimus. “Are we under attack?!”

  “That was Reveille,” said Ironhide. “It was used by the American military to wake up personnel at 5:30 am.”

  “…No one’s attacking?” asked Optimus.

  “Nope,” said Ironhide. “It’s morning on an alien world!”

  “IRONHIDE!” said the recently awoken Autobots.

  “Come on!” said Ironhide. “Let’s go see it!”

  “See what?” asked Bumblebee as he put his guns away.

  “An alien sunrise!” said Ironhide. “Ear…Mobian sunrises are the best!” Optimus sighed.

  “All right, fine,” he said. “Autobots, follow Ironhide.”

  “Where are you going?” barked a voice. It was Commander Tower.

  “I’m just taking the young’uns to see a sunrise,” said Ironhide.

  “Not so fast,” said Tower. “I still have questions for you.”

  “I can answer all your questions,” said Ratchet. “Just let them see the sunrise and humor an old mech at the same time.”

  “Hey!” said Ironhide. “You’re no new-build yourself!”

  “Look, these bots are not exactly combat, medically, or scientifically savvy,” said Ratchet.

  “Hey!” said Optimus. “I’ll have you know that I was the best data clerk in Iacon!”

  “I can answer all your general questions,” said Ratchet, “just let the bots explore.” The commander thought for a few seconds.

  “All right,” he said. “After that, return here so we can get the equipment you need to make your base.”

  “Got it,” said Optimus. “All right Autobots, let’s rise and ride!” Everyone in the room blinked at Optimus. “What?” he asked.

  “Dude, that was weak,” said Jazz.

  “You’re still trying to find a rallying cry?” said Ironhide.

  “Oh, come on!” said Optimus. “How could you not be inspired?!”

  “Needs work,” said Cliffjumper. The bots transformed and were led to the exit of the base. Ironhide led them through the woods and to a cliff edge. The sky had a few clouds, but that only added to the effect of the beautiful sight the Autobots saw.

  “You know,” said Ironhide as he transformed, “when I came here, I was so wrapped up in the war, I didn’t have time to appreciate the planet’s natural beauty. I always said that before I fade to gunmetal grey, I would see the sights of Earth again and appreciate them.”

  “I can see why,” said Optimus. “Cybertron’s sunrises never took this shade of purple. This is so beautiful! No bots can say that they can replicate this. No bots should be able to. These colors can only exist in nature.”

  “Like Master Yoketron said,” said Jazz, “natural beauty can never be artificially made.”

  “And all it took for me to understand that was travelling to an alien world,” said Optimus.

  “Checking out the sunrise?” asked a voice. The Autobots turned around and saw Sonic right behind them. “Nice to see, isn’t it?”

  “For us,” said Optimus, “it’s breath taking. Try to imagine yourself as a visitor to an alien world. Seeing this is the most beautiful moment in our lives.”

  “Yeah,” said Sonic. “I always wanted to see if a Halloween sunrise would be any different.”

  “Hallo-what?” asked Optimus. Ironhide was suddenly intrigued.

  “Do you guys still dress up in costumes?” asked Ironhide. “Do you still know what trick or treating is? Do you still have pumpkins to carve?”

  “Er, yes on all counts. Why?” asked Sonic.

  “Just checking,” said Ironhide. He suddenly got an idea. “Why don’t I teach you how to carve Jack O’ Lanterns?”

  “Jack O Whats?” asked Optimus.

  “I’ll show you!” said Ironhide. “Sonic, where’s the nearest pumpkin patch?”

  “About a mile down the hill,” said Sonic as he pointed behind them.

  “Let’s get a good pumpkin on the way back,” said Ironhide.

  “What’s a pumpkin?” asked Optimus as the Autobots transformed.

  “It’s a round vegetable,” said Ironhide as they drove down with Sonic in Optimus’ cockpit, “orange in color and of the squash family. People on Halloween would hollow out the pumpkin and carve a face onto it so a candle would be placed inside to light it up.”

  “What’s the purpose?” asked Bumblebee.

  “It’s just a decoration,” said Ironhide. They finally found the pumpkin patch Sonic talked about.

  “Those are pumpkins,” said Ironhide.

  “Those things?” asked Jazz.

  “You’ve been on this planet longer than the others,” said Ironhide, “and you never heard of pumpkins?”

  “I spent most of my time investigating who’s digging up the dead and jamming at Dancitron!” said Jazz.

  “Ah well,” said Ironhide. “Spread out and find the right pumpkin.”

  “What’s the way to know what the right pumpkin is?” asked Optimus.

  “It’s just gotta have the right sound,” said Ironhide as he tapped some pumpkins.

  “Should they sound like someone digging?” asked Cliffjumper.

  “Not to my knowledge,” said Ironhide.

  “That’s no pumpkin,” said Sonic. “Follow me. Stay down.” The Autobots followed Sonic to the source of the noise. It was a fat human with a beaky nose and a greasy mustache in a flying vehicle that had a digging attachment on its underside. It finally extracted a cog like device from the hill.

  “That’s a t-cog!” whispered Ironhide.

  “A what?” asked Sonic.

  “It stands for transformation cog,” explained Optimus, “a vital part of Cybertronian bio-mechanics. It’s how we switch from robot to vehicle.”

  “How easy are they for you to make?” asked Sonic.

  “We can’t,” said Ironhide. “It isn’t technology, it’s biology. It’s an organ and a replacement requires a transplant. Stealing a t-cog is considered a grave sin in Cybertronian culture.”

  “Let’s have a little chat with him,” said Optimus.

  “You read my mind,” said Sonic. The group marched up to Eggman. Optimus cleared his throat to get Eggman’s attention. Eggman whirled around and saw the group.

  “Blast it Sonic!” he snapped. “I hadn’t even begun my latest evil scheme and already you’re here to thwart me?!”

  “I just wanted to introduce you to my new friends,” said Sonic with his usual grin. “Meet the Autobots!” Optimus stepped forward.

  “I’m Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots,” he said. “This is my first lieutenant Jazz, my heavy weapons specialist Ironhide, my assassin Cliffjumper, and my scout Bumblebee.” He glanced at the t-cog. “Did you get written permission from the bot that belongs to?”

  “…No, but…,” said Eggman.

  “Then you can’t have it,” interrupted Optimus. “Put it back.”

  “I gotta say,” said Bumblebee, “that digging equipment you’re using isn’t very sophisticated.”

  “SHUT UP!” said Eggman. “My equipment is far superior to any you’ve got! I don’t even see a shovel on your person!”

  “Don’t need one,” said Ironhide. The holo-forms disappeared to Eggman’s shock.

  “It’s still new to me,” said Sonic. Eggman heard the Autobots transform and saw them walk out from the trees in robot mode. Eggman’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

  “Are you the robots that decimated my army?” he asked.

  “We got rid of more than one tenth,” said Bumblebee. “We easily took three fourths.”

  “You know,” said Eggman, “I didn’t bring any weapons with me. I’m just going to put this back.” He set the t-cog back into the hill and started flying away. “Have a happy Halloween,” he said. As Eggman disappeared, the Autobots relaxed and headed back to the pumpkin patch.

  “That’s twenty Shanix you owe me,” said Jazz to Ironhide.

  “What?” said Ironhide. “No, the deal was that Eggman would steal our t-cogs while we were online! He stole from a corpse!”

  “Semantics,” said Jazz. They soon found a pumpkin and loaded it into Ironhide’s vehicle mode. Once they secured it, the Autobots headed back to G.U.N. HQ with Ironhide explaining Halloween. Ratchet met them at the front with Commander Tower.

  “Your chief medical officer was very informative Optimus,” he said. “Thanks to him, we now know things that we originally didn’t. For example, we dug up a giant ore that took the shape of a blue crystal. Ratchet identified it as your fuel source, Energon. He also told us how the radiation it puts out can be harmful in large doses and Mobius has a very high Energon density.”

  “That’s right,” said Optimus. “We may need Energon for power, but this is too much of a good thing. After a few minutes exposure, our robot forms will start to short out. Your planet is an unusual one to us. Energon ore has a high radiation density, but it’s a feast to us.”

  “Ratchet also showed us how you refine Energon into a liquid form,” said Commander Tower. “Why the color is pink, I’ll never know.”

  “We can’t figure it out ourselves,” said Bumblebee.

  “Ratchet also told us about how he and Ironhide also came here during the 21st century when this planet was called Earth during your war with the Decepticons,” said the Commander.

  “I haven’t told him about the Pax Cybertronia,” said Ratchet, “or how we function.”

  “I assume that the refining demonstration used the Energon ore they had,” said Jazz.
  “Indeed it did,” said Ratchet. “We have more than enough Energon to keep us going for a week.”

  “In that case,” said Optimus, “trick or treat!”

  “Where did you learn that?” asked Tower.

  “Ironhide told us about Halloween on the way back after our first face to face meeting with Eggman,” said Bumblebee.

  “We even got a good pumpkin to carve a Jack O’ Lantern!” said Ironhide as he fished out the pumpkin from the shotgun seat. “Where’s a good table and knife?”

  “Over in the mess hall kitchen,” said Tower. “I think Mike will be eager to show you. Miss Rose is there in costume as well.”

  “Let’s go then!” said Optimus. “Autobots, let’s roll to the mess!”

  “Ew!” said the Autobots.

  “Yeah, that does sound a bit dirty,” said Optimus. They soon arrived at the mess hall where Amy was talking to Mike the painted turtle. Amy was in an orange sleeveless ball gown with black tulle around the top, waist, and bottom of the dress. She wore black, arm length gloves with orange tulle at the arm and wrist and had an orange stripe going from the pointer, middle and ring fingers to the top. Her quills were done up in a small ponytail and had a tiara on her head. She saw the Autobots and their pumpkin.

  “Planning on a Jack O’ Lantern guys?” she said.

  “That is the intent,” said Optimus. “Er, what are you supposed to be?”

  “I’m the Princess of Halloween!” said Amy. “I would be Queen, but I hadn’t married my prince!”

  “She means me,” whispered Sonic to the Autobots.

  “Ah, one of those girls,” said Ironhide in a slightly louder whisper.

  “One of what girls?!” snarled Amy as she summoned her hammer.

  “I didn’t mean anything!” yelped Ironhide. Amy humphed and turned around.

  “If it’s a Jack O’ Lantern you want,” said Mike, “it’s a Jack O’ Lantern you’ll get!”

  “I’ll get the bowl!” said Amy.

  “Mind if I get a knife?” asked Ironhide.

  “Get a serrated one,” said Mike, “they’re hanging on that rack over there.”

  “I’ll get a marker,” said Ratchet.

  “And we need those, why?” asked Optimus.

  “You’ll see!” called Ironhide as he got the knife.

  “All right,” said Mike. “Put them all here!” They put the materials onto a table. “First off,” said Mike, “we need to draw the face to carve. For first timers, I recommend the classic jagged mouth.” He drew the triangular eyes upside down, a triangle nose, and a jagged, toothy grin. “Next, we need to hollow out the pumpkin. So we cut a hole into the top.” He started cutting.

  “I can see why you’d need a serrated knife,” said Jazz.

  “Yep,” said Mike. “We need a saw like motion for something this tough.” He finally made the hole and started lifting the stem off. “Oh yeah!” he said. It came off completely with some innards hanging from it. “Oh yeah!”

  “Vector Prime!” said Jazz in disgust.

  “Oh Primus!” said Optimus. “Ew!” Mike handed Optimus the top to sniff. Optimus did so and reeled back in disgust. “Ew!” Mike cleaned the innards off the top and put them in the bowl.

  “Now here’s the tricky part,” he said, “getting all the guts out.” He used the spoon to scrape the inside of the pumpkin. “This is always the hardest part. You don’t want to scrape too much of the insides.”

  “Why not?” asked Optimus.

  “It needs to hold a candle,” said Amy.

  “I see,” said Optimus. “Go too deep, you run the risk of making too it thin and easy to collapse.” Mike finally got all the guts out and started carving the face. As he did so, Commander Tower came in with a bunch of people. They were Mobians and were led by Tails.

  “Autobots,” he said, “since you’ve become friends with Sonic and Amy, I’d like to introduce you to their friends. We’ll start with you”

  “I’m Miles Prower, but you can call me Tails,” said Tails.

  “I’m Shadow the Hedgehog,” growled Shadow.

  “I’m Rouge the bat,” purred Rouge.

  “E-123 Omega, reporting,” said Omega.

  “I’m Espio the Chameleon,” said a purple chameleon in ninja gear.

  “Call me Vector!” said a crocodile with headphones.

  “I’m Charmy!” buzzed a young bee in a flight helmet and goggles. He flew around Bumblebee. “Wow! Another bee! Too bad you’re so short.” Bumblebee grinned.

  “You’d be surprised at what I’m capable of,” he chuckled.

  “I’m Cream,” said a young rabbit. “This is my mother, Vanilla, and my best friend, Cheese.”

  “Nice to meet you,” said Vanilla politely.

  “My name is Big,” said a giant lavender cat, “and this is my friend Froggy.” He showed the frog in question.

  “You met me before,” said Knuckles, “I’m Knuckles. Er, what was that universal greeting again?”

  “I’m Amy Rose,” said Amy as she curtsied.

  “And I’m Sonic, Sonic the Hedgehog!” said Sonic as he gave a thumbs up.

  “Nice to meet you all,” said Optimus. “I’m Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots and Cybertron.”

  “I’m First Lieutenant Jazz,” said Jazz, “second in command of this team.”

  “I’m Master Sergeant Ironhide, the heavy weapons specialist,” said Ironhide.

  “I’m Corporal Bumblebee, the scout,” said Bumblebee.

  “I’m Private First Class Cliffjumper, the assassin,” said Cliffjumper.

  “And I’m Chief Medical Officer Ratchet, the field medic,” said Ratchet.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Prime,” said Cream, “but Commander Tower said that you were more than meets the eye.”

  “And he would be right,” said Optimus. “Let’s step outside so we can show you.” The Autobots led the group outside. Apparently the media was alerted as reporters from all sides were asking the Autobots questions.

  “ONE AT A TIME!” shouted Ironhide as he fired a couple of shots into the air. The crowd went silent.

  “Thank you Ironhide,” said Optimus. He turned to address the media. “Since our presence is global. I might as well say greetings to you, Mobius. I am Optimus Prime. These are my men from my home planet of Cybertron. We may look like you, but I can assure you we’re not. You see, we’re robots in disguise! For most of Mobius, from what I’ve gathered, robots are considered bad. That would be this Eggman character who’s also wronging us that is disgracing our name. Before I explain, I must ask that everyone step back.” The crowd was confused, but complied. “Okay, stop!” said Optimus as the crowd left enough space for their vehicle modes to come out and change. “Autobots, convert to robot mode!” said Optimus. The holo-forms disappeared and the vehicles turned into robots. “Ta da!” said Optimus. That’s when the press conference really began. The Autobots answered the questions to the best of their abilities.

  “There is one thing,” said a Skunk Newswoman from Mobius News Network, “you said that you were trying to make a base of operations. How available is it to the public?”

  “It’s not,” said Optimus. “This base must be kept secret. Heck, we were supposed to be secret. The only reason you guys knew was because G.U.N. helped us fight Eggman’s forces last night.” The media understood and believed that it was time to pack up. Once G.U.N escorted the reporters out, the Autobots let themselves fall to the ground. “Well,” said Optimus, “so much for robots in disguise.”

  “Autobots,” said Commander Tower, “we have the equipment you need for a new base. Since Sonic is offering you his old place, he’ll lead the way.”

  “Sounds awesome!” said Optimus. “All right bots, let’s move and groove!” No one said a word. “Oh, come on! That was my best one!”

  “Quit while you’re ahead Prime,” advised Ratchet.

  “No way!” said Optimus. “I’m gonna find an awesome catchphrase!”

  “Let’s just go,” growled Shadow. The Autobots transformed and everyone fell in behind Sonic.

  “Wait a minute!” said Amy as she brought the Jack O’ Lantern. “Ironhide, do you mind if I ride with you?”

  “Don’t mind at all, little lady,” said Ironhide as he opened the passenger side door. He helped Amy in as if she were a real princess. Amy buckled up and set the Jack O’ Lantern in her lap. Ironhide shut the door and got into the driver’s seat.

  “All right guys!” said Sonic. “Follow me!” The convoy started off and followed Sonic. Amy wanted to know more about the Transformers, so she started talking.

  “So,” she said, “what’s life like on Cybertron?”

  “A bit hectic nowadays,” said Ironhide. “We’re still recovering from that war we talked about in the press conference. A few bots are getting up in arms saying that the Matrix chose the wrong bot to be this age’s Prime.”

  “The what?” said Amy.

  “The Autobot Matrix of Leadership,” said Ironhide. “It contains the collective wisdom of all of Cybertron’s leaders from the Thirteen to Optimus. The Matrix itself is the one that chooses who will lead Cybertron. Honestly, I see a lot of potential in Optimus. That could be because we’re family friends.”

  “Really?” said Amy.

  “Really,” said Ironhide. “My wife Chromia was a childhood friend to Optimus’ mother, Soleanna Pax.”

  “We have a city named Soleanna!” said Amy.

  “No kidding?” said Ironhide. “She’ll be tickled to hear that.”

  “I wish I could meet her,” said Amy. “On another note, you said you were married.”

  “Yep!” said Ironhide. “Chromia is the most beautiful femme you’d ever lay optics on. Deep blue chassis, excellent in hand to hand combat, shooting skills that rival mine, the greatest wit in the universe, I consider myself a lucky mech to marry someone like her.”

  “You really dote on her, don’t you?” said Amy.

  “Of course I do!” said Ironhide. “We’re happy together! We even had a baby.”

  “A baby?” said Amy. “What’s the baby called?”

  “Her name was Firestar,” said Ironhide. “When we were fighting the ‘Cons, we always had a tag team attack, the triple blazer.”

  “Was?” asked Amy. Ironhide hoped she hadn’t noticed. It was a painful subject for him. But, he had to tell someone. Maybe a complete stranger would ease his pain a bit.

  “Firestar died during the final battles here,” he said. “It was in the capital of the old United States of America, Washington D.C. We had received a call that a Decepticon invasion force was outside the White House, where the leader of the U.S., the President, lived. My squadron, the Wreckers, was sent to get the President and his family out of there.” The scene started shimmering to a wavy flashback.
Transformer: Mobian Chronicles CH 8
I originally wanted to upload this on Halloween, but it was too long for me to get done in time. And for those who want to argue with Bumblebee on the definition of decimate, he's being pedantic. No need to start an uproar.
  Back on Cybertron, in the Council Chambers of Iacon, a cacophony of voices was going on between the mechs and femmes that made up the Council of Cybertron. On the main Central Floor, a femme named Strongarm and her sparkmate, Prowl watched as the councilors debated very loudly. Strongarm was heavily built with a Police issue 2016 Chevy Tahoe alternate mode. The doors were her wings, the rear of the vehicle became her feet, the front of the vehicle swung down so that the angle of the window and the roof became her chest. Prowl’s alternate mode was a Police issue 2016 Chevy Impala. His robot mode was similar to Jazz, just in law enforcement colors. Their helmet designs were simplistic and had a set of horns on top. “This is nuts!” whispered Strongarm to Prowl.

  “Apparently this is politics,” said Prowl.

  “Mesdames et Messieurs, S'IL VOUS PLAÎT!!” said a mech that had the alternate mode of a 2015-spec Audi R18 e-tron quattro. The front wheels and the wheel wells became the shoulders. The hood of the car became the chest. The top of the car became the robot’s back. The hood became his chest and the rear of the car became his feet. His helmet design had a panel on each side of the head. This mech was Wheeljack in robot mode.

  “What?!” said a Councilmech.

  “It’s too hot,” said Wheeljack.

  “…Yeah, I suppose it is,” said the Councilmech. Wheeljack addressed the assembly.

  “Having debated for at least ten cycles,” he said, “ze voting shall begin. We shall finally decide on whether or not to send Monsieur Prowl and Madame Strongarm after Optimus to warn him zat it was not ze Throttlebots zat hijacked ze Harbinger, but ze escaped Decepticon prisoners zat broke out of ze stockade a solar cycle ago. Remember, the vote must be at least 53% as Iacon must remain neutral. All zose in favor, signify by saying aye. All against, say nay.” The councilors agreed and the voting began. “Altihex,” said Wheeljack.

  “Altihex says aye,” said Councilfemme Switchblade.

  “Ankmor Park.”

  “Ankmor Park says aye,” said Councilmech Downshift, Tarkana 5’s uncle.

  “Axiom Nexus.”

  “Axiom Nexus says nay,” said Councilfemme Crashcourse.

  “Central City.”

  “Central city says aye!” said Councilmech Groundpound.

  “Crystal City.”

  “Crystal City says nay,” said Councilfemme Neela

  “Cyber City.”

  “Cyber City says nay,” said Councilfemme Treble


  “Cybertropolis says aye,” said Councilmech Snapshot.


  “Gygax says nay,” said Councilmech Ramrod.

  “Hive City.”

  “Hive city says nay,” said Councilmech Pounce.


  “Kalis says aye,” said Councilfemme Slicer.


  “Kaon says nay,” said Councilmech Cryotek.


  “Polyhex says nay,” said Councilmech Shrapnel.


  “Wheeljack,” said Councilmech Blazer, “Praxus abstains, courteously.” Wheeljack stood up in anger, and then coolly sat back down.

  “Councilbot Blazer,” said Prowl calmly. His demeanor soon changed. “WHAT IN THE PIT GOES ON IN OUR HOME’S GOVERNMENT?! WHY DOESN’T PRAXUS SIMPLY STAY IN PRAXUS?!”

  “Prowl, zat was out of line,” said Wheeljack.

  “I’m sorry Wheeljack,” said Prowl, “but my home’s councilor, whom I voted for, has been abstaining from crucial votes for a while now; everyone in Praxus is starting to make fun of him.”

  “I’m sorry Prowl,” said Blazer, “but the simple fact is that the government of Praxus never sent the delegation any specific instructions.”

  “Never?” said Strongarm. “That’s impossible!”

  “Have you ever been to a meeting of the Praxian Legislature?” asked Blazer. “They speak very fast, very loud, and very rudely with the result that nothing ever gets done.” He turned to the rest of the council. “I beg the council’s pardon.”

  “My sympathies Blazer,” said Wheeljack. “All right, continuing, Simfur.”

  “Simfur says aye,” said Councilfemme Flamewar.


  “Tarn says aye,” said Councilmech Road Rage.


  “One,” said Councilfemme Broadcast, “we’ve already voted that our new name was Trypticon. Two, we respectfully yield to our fair sister state, Tyger Pax.”

  “All right, Tyger Pax.”

  “Wheeljack,” said Councilfemme Pastime, “we in the Northern city states have always seen the carnage of war. We have seen a lot of sanctions ignored, a lot of laws disregarded, and a lot of general help being given the cold shoulder. Thanks to the Pax Cybertronia, we have improved social help immensely. That treaty has been the stepping stone that we needed for these stellar cycles of peace. In the interests of peace, Tyger Pax is content to see how the eventual meeting between Optimus’ team and these escaped Decepticons will play out. The vote is nay.”

  “Trypticon…” began Broadcast.

  “Says nay,” said Wheeljack. “I know. Vos.”

  “Vos says aye,” said Councilmech Stock.

  “And last, but not least, Yuss.”

  “Yuss says aye,” said Councilmech Barrel.

  “That’s nine for yes,” said Wheeljack, “nine for no with one abstention. To break the tie, we must hear the Voice of the Council. Governor Straxus, what is your decision?” Straxus was a tall, imposing, blue mech with a metallic goatee and a helmet that looked like a hood. He stood up slowly, cleared his throat, and then spoke.

  “Esteemed Gentlefemmes and Gentlemechs,” he began.

  “Here we go,” whispered Shrapnel to his fellow Insecticons, Bombshell and Kickback.

  “As you know, many of us have stood on the tail end of a three million, three hundred forty eight thousand, six hundred twenty three point eight five stellar cycle war. Many city-states were burnt to the ground; I believe I am right in naming Praxus and Crystal City. Those wounds are still being healed, but thanks to the Pax Cybertronia, they are healing rapidly. One of the sanctions forbids us from travelling to worlds that our war touched. Oh yes, we can still keep our colony worlds. Visiting planets like Nebulos, Regulon IV, Femax, and Earth on the other hand, it’s forbidden because those planets may harbor hatred against us. If I recall correctly, it is for our protection as well as theirs that we do not visit. We left some rather big scars on those planets and some of their weaponry has pierced the skin of a Cybertronian.” Shrapnel smirked. “But,” continued Straxus, “we must remember that Optimus heard from Jazz that someone is digging up the resting places of fallen warriors. If that person discovers how we function and combines it with Earth technology, we will face another war, this time against humans. And if these Decepticon radicals strike Earth without any warning, we will surely face our darkest hour. Therefore, I must vote for sending Prowl and Strongarm to Earth to warn Optimus about this development.” Cheers and jeers met the end of that speech.


  “Now, hear me out Shrapnel,” said Straxus, “can we truly let these radicals run around Earth unmolested? We would once again stain our fair planet with the innermost Energon of innocents and innocence. Either we curb this nonsense now, or we damn Cybertron and her people to war once again!” Shrapnel looked coldly at Straxus before sitting back down.

  “The bot’s from Polyhex,” he said in defeat.

  “With ze vote being in Prowl and Strongarm’s favor,” said Wheeljack, “we shall prepare the space bridge to…”

  “Wheeljack, hold on a cycle,” said Shrapnel. “Of course I understand that Optimus must be warned, but what about Prowl’s job? He is chief of the Elite Guard Law Enforcement division in Praxus. If Prowl must absolutely go to Earth, I must make it that he goes alone and Strongarm take his place as Chief of the Praxian Law Enforcement.”

  “That’s absurd!” said Strongarm. “We already have Sideswipe!”

  “Sideswipe?” said Blazer. “Oh dear.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Strongarm.

  “Well,” said Blazer, “from what I’ve heard, Sideswipe was demoted for letting a notorious perp get through a space bridge. From what’s been reported, the perp was Thunderhoof.”

  “The crime boss?” said Prowl.

  “The same,” said Blazer.

  “Scrap,” said Prowl.

  “In light of this,” said Councilmech Kickback, “I second the motion of Strongarm staying on Cybertron.”

  “Kickback,” said Wheeljack, “in your zeal to be heard, you seem to forget zat a member of a delegation cannot second ze delegation’s own motion!”

  “Oh…yeah,” said Kickback. “Well…I still second it!”

  “COUNCILMECH KICKBACK!” snapped Wheeljack.

  “Vector Prime!” swore Kickback.

  “Kaon seconds,” said Cryotek.

  “You would, you lousy grease spot,” snarled Flamewar.

  “All right, since we’re dragging zis out, I’ll make ze vote quick,” said Wheeljack. “Straxus, count ze votes.”

  “Of course,” said Straxus.

  “All in favor?” asked Wheeljack.

  “Aye!” said part of the council.

  “10 say aye,” said Straxus.

  “Against?” asked Wheeljack.

  “Nay,” said the other part.

  “9 say nay,” said Straxus.

  “Hold on,” said Wheeljack. “Blazer, did you vote?”

  “I did,” said Blazer. “I’m sorry Strongarm, but in the interests of security, I must insist that you remain in Praxus.” Strongarm sighed.

  “If it’s the will of the council, then so be it,” she said.

  “I’m gonna miss you, my lovely lady of law enforcement,” said Prowl.

  “Be safe on Earth,” said Strongarm. “Be careful of the ‘Cons.”

  “And you watch out for Barricade,” warned Prowl. “Fire him if he goes too far.”

  “Will do,” said Strongarm. The council session soon ended and Prowl and Strongarm headed back to their home in Praxus to prepare for Prowl’s departure.
  Back on Mobius, the Autobots had arrived at G.U.N. HQ and were escorted to a storage barn. Optimus and Jazz were still rubbing the backs of their heads. “Did you have to hit us like that?” asked Optimus.

  “Did you really think doing that would have made your sensei proud?” asked Ironhide.

  “What are you talking about?” asked Jazz.

  “Ironhide’s right,” said Ratchet. “What you did was practically suicide!”

  “Prime, only an idiot would use his fists in a gun fight,” said Ironhide. “Those bots were out for blood!”

  “Come on man!” said Jazz. “We survived.”

  “Besides,” said Optimus, “I told you to not engage.”

  “It was stupid of me, yes,” said Ironhide, “but I had my weapons when they had theirs. The enemy will always seek whatever advantage they can get. Don’t give them that advantage.”

  “Dude, come on,” said Optimus. “We beat the…”

  “Yes, we did beat the bad guys!” snapped Ironhide. He then inhaled and exhaled. “Prime, you know those comics you read, where the bad guys would stop their assault because there were sparklings in the area? Sometimes they let the hero have a fighting chance?” Optimus nodded. “The Decepticons and those bots we fought, they aren’t like those guys. They will kill anyone if they get the chance, even you if you’re not properly equipped. Do not give them that chance. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” said Optimus.

  “Okay then,” said Ironhide. “I’ve said my peace.” He left Optimus and Jazz to ponder what was said.

  “I guess we didn’t make Yoketron proud today,” said Jazz.

  “No, I guess we didn’t,” said Optimus. He then noticed Bumblebee was fiddling with a piece of machinery. “What’s up?” he asked.

  “This thing won’t work!” snarled Bumblebee. “I keep getting high Energon numbers!”

  “How?” said Optimus. He turned to Ironhide. “You said that you bots practically drained Earth’s Energon reserves.”

  “We did,” said Ironhide. “Why?”

  “I’m having technical difficulties with the Energon readings,” said Bumblebee. “The mechanics check out though!”

  “Maybe it’s not a hardware problem,” said Optimus. “Maybe the software is screwy. Mind if I take a crack at it? I was the best data archivist in the Hall of Records in Iacon.”

  “Knock yourself out,” said Bumblebee as he tossed the machine to Optimus. Optimus let a plug jack come out of his wrist and he plugged it into the machine. A visor came over his eyes and code started flying by his eyes. It took a good few minutes before Optimus exhaled and let his shoulders sag. As the visor went up, he announced that there was nothing wrong with it.

  “What you mean there’s nothing wrong with it?” said Bumblebee. “Energon doesn’t grow that fast! How’s our Energon reserve by the way?”

  “We’re ¾’s full,” said Optimus, “but it’s nothing to panic about. I mean what I say though, I can’t find anything wrong with it.”

  “That can’t be right!” said Ratchet after he overheard the conversation.

  “Oh yeah?” said Jazz. “Then how come I had an Energon field build-up when I stayed in robot mode for too long?”

  “You what?” said Ironhide.

  “We’re all gonna short out soon,” said Jazz. “Take a look at Prime’s left hand.”

  “What?” said Optimus. He held his left hand in front of his face. It took a few seconds, but his hand twitched involuntarily. His optics went wide. “Autobots, transform!” he ordered. The Autobots changed into their alternate modes and switched their holo-forms on. “Man, that stung!” said Optimus.

  “What caused the Energon crystals to grow so fast?” asked Ratchet to Jazz.

  “I wish I knew,” said Jazz. “I didn’t notice the field density until my body started shorting out.”

 “You didn’t even check the density until after build up?” said Ratchet. “How irresponsible can you get?”

  “Hey, lay off!” said Optimus. “How could anyone guess the density without proper equipment?” That’s when the door to the storage barn opened. Team Dark strode in with a man. The man was in military brass uniform, had silver hair in a military cut, and his right eye was brown and his left eye was green.

  “Autobots,” said Shadow, “this is Commander Abraham Tower, commander in chief of the Guardian Unit of Nations.”

  “G.U.N?” chuckled Optimus. Commander Tower glared at Optimus, making him subside. “Er, sorry.” said Optimus.

  “From what I’ve heard,” said the Commander, “you and the other Transformers were fighting your own kind.”

  “Er, Transformers?” asked Jazz.

  “Our own kind?” asked Optimus. “You mean the robot army we fought an hour ago? Sir, we’re not from this planet.”

  “Forgive me if I don’t believe you,” said Tower. “For all we know, you could be a ruse developed by Eggman to throw us off our guard.”

  “Eggman?” chuckled Ironhide.

  “Don’t forget,” said Ratchet, “he nearly beat us to a pulp with those transforming tanks.”

  “Did anyone notice a familiar noise when those tanks transformed?” asked Bumblebee.

  “Now that I think of it, yes,” said Ratchet. “It almost sounded like a t-cog and armor plating adjusting to the new mode.”

  “If Eggman’s been taking t-cogs from the dead,” hissed Ironhide, “he and I will have words!”

  “The fact that you so easily ignored us,” said Commander Tower, “ and that we have no idea what a t-cog is or what the dead have to do with it doesn’t speak well of your defense. Come with us. We’ll get the truth out of you.” The Autobots gulped and followed Commander Tower out of the storage barn. As they were lead to Central Operations, they noticed a lot of soldiers pointing their guns at them.

  “Anyone else feel on edge or is it just me?” asked Jazz.

  “Don’t you chicken out on us now,” said Optimus, “we’re all scared.”

  “Here we are,” said Commander Tower. They were at the door to Central Operations. Commander Tower keyed in the password on the numeric locks and led everyone inside. They walked down the corridors of G.U.N. and soon arrived at the main control room. “This room is lined with lie detectors of all types,” said Commander Tower. “They’re switched on at the moment. If you lie, my men shoot you.”

  “Good luck,” muttered Ironhide.

  “Now, where do you come from?” asked Tower.

  “We come from the planet Cybertron,” answered Optimus. A green check mark flashed on the main screen. Commander Tower was puzzled.

  “Er, from another planet?” he asked.

  “Yep!” said Optimus. “Cybertron’s a beautiful world, especially now that there’s peace between our two factions, the Autobots and the Decepticons.”

  “There was a war on your planet?” asked the Commander.

  “Yeah,” said Optimus. “It lasted for four million of your planet’s years and ended when this planet got caught up in the crossfire.”

  “When was that?” asked Tower.

  “It was in 2007 to 2016,” said Optimus, “about 2,000 years ago.”

  “I was promoted to Corporal during that time and then was promoted to my current rank of Sergeant at the end,” said Ironhide.

  “I see,” said Commander Tower.

  “Now we enjoy a new age of peace so much,” said Optimus, “it’s practically in our C.N.A.!”

  “C.N.A.?” asked Rouge.

  “It stands for Cybernucleic Acid,” said Ratchet, “the very backbone of our genetic code.”

  “Genetic code?” asked Shadow. “That implies that you grow like biological organisms.”

  “We sure do!” said Optimus. The conversation carried on, but no lies were detected.

  “That’s enough,” said the Commander. “Well now, I think we can give you accommodations here.”

  “We’d prefer a more remote location,” said Optimus. “We weren’t supposed to be known by you guys.” As they were talking, Sonic and Amy came into the room.

  “Hey guys!” said Sonic. “What’s shaking?”

  “Hey Sonic!” said Optimus. “We were just talking about where we should set up a base of operations.”

  “Sonic,” said Amy, “Didn’t you use to live in a giant cruise plane?”

  “A what?” asked Optimus.

  "A plane that functioned like a cruise ship,” said Sonic. “It’s a huge one, but it crashed a hundred years ago. I used to live in it when I was 15. Tails would also hang out there and build about a dozen underground rooms.”

  “Er, Tails?” asked Jazz.

  “My best bud,” said Sonic, “and a brilliant mechanic. Maybe in the morning, he can help us get you guys settled!”

  “That’s great,” said Optimus, “but until that time, we kind of need to crash here. Jazz, where did you stash your stasis pod?”

  “Behind Club Dancitron,” said Jazz.

  “Go get it and bring it here,” said Optimus. He turned to the rest of the Autobots. “Let’s go get ours.”

  “Where we left them?” asked Ratchet.

  “Yep,” said Optimus.

  “On a flying island?” said Ratchet.

  “Uh huh!” said Optimus.

  “How?” asked Ratchet.

  “With the w…” Optimus didn’t complete the phrase as his eye went wide.

  “The what? Warp Ring?” asked Ratchet with a sarcastic smile on his face.

  “Scrap!” said Optimus.

  “Warp ring?” asked Sonic.

  “When my team and I landed here,” said Optimus, “we landed on a place called Angel Island.”

  “Did you meet a red echidna?” asked Amy.

  “You know Knuckles?” asked Optimus

  “Yeah,” said Sonic, “Ol’ Knucklehead and I are friendly rivals. Wish I could say the same for Grouchy here.” He pointed at Shadow, who gave a ‘hmph’ in protest.

  “Well, Knuckles opened up a warp ring and once we stepped through, it closed automatically.”

  “Hoo boy,” said Sonic, “Knuckles will give you an earful. Let me call him up.” Sonic took something out from behind his back and pressed on the keypad the something had. It popped open to become a headset. “Call Knuckles,” Sonic said into the microphone. A few rings later and a voice said “Hello?” “Hey Knucklehead,” said Sonic.

  “Sonic, did you call me just to rile me up?” asked Knuckles.

  “No actually,” said Sonic, “I heard that you met these guys called the Autobots.”

  “How did you find that out?!” yelped Knuckles.

  “Optimus and his buddies are here with me.” said Sonic. “He wants to talk to you.” He handed the headset to Optimus.

  “Hello Knuckles?” said Optimus.

  “Hey Optimus!” said Knuckles. “Did you find new…er…vehicle modes?”

  “Yep, and we cleared the charges from the bot that came here.”

  “Well, that’s good news. So, what’s up?”

  “Well, we’re under the impression that your, erm, friend, Doctor Eggman is desecrating the final resting places of those that died in our civil war to gain our abilities.”

  “That’s not good. So, why are you calling me?”

  “We need those pods that we landed in.”

  “Well, that’s easy, just flick the warp ring in the air, think of the location, and then step through.”

  “Well, that’s the problem. The last time we used it, it closed automatically and just disappeared.”

  “WHAT?!” roared Knuckles. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD THEY ARE TO MAKE?! I ONLY HAD THREE!” Knuckles sighed on the other end. “I’ll open another one, but this time; close it on your own!” Knuckles hung up and left Optimus with a ringing in his ears.

  “Ow,” he said.
Hey guys! It's me again with another journal. I noticed that a lot of people have been liking Transformers: Mobian Chronicles. Come to think of it, a lot of people like Felidine Multiverse. By the way, I apologize for the slowness for the next chapter, college and all that. In any case, I have decided that it's time for a Q n' A session with the characters here on this page! Tom Wilson, Megatronus, Thomas, Mycala, Vader, you name 'em, just ask 'em. However, any questions about their future will just have the characters scratching their heads. No "R" rated questions either. Some of these guys are not mature enough for those questions yet! No shipping either, I will decide the couples. With that, let's start asking questions!


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