Marie's ship

If I'd been stronger...

"Ahah!!" Goofing off again!" A loud voice belonging to a young girl shouted.

"if you don't clean like you're supposed to Marie'll get mad!!"

"Juna! Sorry..."

"looks like Francis' handiwork your sportin hm? Smarts a bit?" An old man commented.

"No I'm fine. Ah Mr.Rolf I'll take that garbage..."

"Call me pops everyone else does"

"I'll help It'll be faster then" Juna offered

"Sure thanks!"

"Hurry up you slowpokes you'll get in trouble! Theres still lots left to do!"

"Even the chief mechanic's just a slowpoke to her"

"I'm so sorry to make you do this for me.."
"Don't worry about Francis. He only knows how to break things, or shoot them. Sometimes he just ain't a lot of help! Ah I brought you something nice."

"Nice?"

"A weapon for a coward

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"Well well, a Transtech and a Megatron. Two things I would expect or welcome the least." Jhiaxus said in his command seat before the crew before him.

"Uhhh Waspinator is not with them!"

"Me neither they kidnapped me!" Lance shouted

"Be silent cowardly throwbacks, and I thought you humans evolved backbone at this stage of evolution. I guess I was mistaken"

"There is no point beating around the bush here Jhiaxus. Fact of the matter is Unicron's mad ambitions are a threat to all of us and it's in our best interests to work together rather than fight each other and needlessly waste resources regardless of past... disagreements. I realize Senator Prime and Commander Megatron may have left a sour taste in Liege Maximo's mouth but I don't find that important given the current situation. If they get mad at me for this action then so be it. I did what the situation called for to get the job done."

<Snipped quote by Guy of Z>

"There is no point beating around the bush here Jhiaxus. Fact of the matter is Unicron's mad ambitions are a threat to all of us and it's in our best interests to work together rather than fight each other and needlessly waste resources regardless of past... disagreements. I realize Senator Prime and Commander Megatron may have left a sour taste in Liege Maximo's mouth but I don't find that important given the current situation. If they get mad at me for this action then so be it. I did what the situation called for to get the job done."

"Oh we are more then aware of the situation I mean Primus you could have seen Nexus Primes defeat from here. But I still hate you both more then I can verbalize and I doubt this situation will chance this fact. Especially you "Megatron" how can you take the title belonging to one failed backward butcher after the other and expect any form of progress leads to my endless befuddlement at how you can view that energon drunken fool that is your namesake in a positive light. It defies logic."

"You'd never understand Predacon politics do I don't see any point wasting breath on you." Megatron angrily retorted. Brainwave quickly elbowed him to remind him to watch his tone.

"I'm not suggesting we should like each other Jhiaxus. I mean I can't say I particularly like anyone on this ragtag crew that's begun to form. Except maybe Rastun. He hasn't done anything irritating yet. But I realize sometimes you have to deal with those people to get the job done. And Unicron has clearly had a massive head start on us so what exactly is there to be gained fighting each other? When it's all over we can all happily go back to being enemies. But until then a truce is in our best interests. Surely Liege Maximo's great wisdom can acknowledge that. After all isn't that exactly what the Children of Primus did in the Universe War?"

"You'd never understand Predacon politics do I don't see any point wasting breath on you." Megatron angrily retorted. Brainwave quickly elbowed him to remind him to watch his tone.

"I'm not suggesting we should like each other Jhiaxus. I mean I can't say I particularly like anyone on this ragtag crew that's begun to form. Except maybe Rastun. He hasn't done anything irritating yet. But I realize sometimes you have to deal with those people to get the job done. And Unicron has clearly had a massive head start on us so what exactly is there to be gained fighting each other? When it's all over we can all happily go back to being enemies. But until then a truce is in our best interests. Surely Liege Maximo's great wisdom can acknowledge that. After all isn't that exactly what the Children of Primus did in the Universe War?"

"Yes yes I was in the Universe war the Chaos bringer plucked me from oblivion and made me wear the mark of you thowbacks and for that alone he will suffer. And it matters little what I want Liege Maximo wants an Audience with you himself as fellow "Children of Primus" I presume. Take them."

Inside A twisted Derelict

This was it, after several cycles of waiting, going in and out of stasis lock from the severe damage and the boredom of inactivity; there it was! An Energon signature! Massive, meaning a Cybertronian vessel! Typically, Sixshot would have preferred to avoid them; as the Autobots held no love for him and would have loved to take his frame apart to see just what kind of technology was inside of him and how their mortal enemies had created the Six-changer to make him so, and also the fact that no Decepticon captain wouldn't hesitate to claim the massive bounty on his head ever since his desertion. Alas, this was a desperate moment; since that accident with his cruisers transwarp drive had not only destroyed his cruiser, and offlined his entire drone crew and ended up crippling his legs, rendering him little better than a scrap pile; practically a prisoner inside of the derelict. but also sending him to some utterly fragged-up section of the Galaxy, a place that he would have gone to willingly mind you.

"Well, beats wasting away in this junk heap..."

His decision final, Sixshot drags himself from the wall he had been laying on up for the past few cycles, towards what remained of the cruiser's command console; propping himself up on the thing before staring towards the general direction of the ship his sensors had detected.

"Let's see... In the direction as that red ball of dust, fourth one from the local star... And since they didn't pick up the distress call..."

Going through the numbers, the ruined six-changer sighs to himself as he starts to perform what he believes is the stupidest thing he's ever going to do and most likely the last if he made even one tiny miscalculation... With that in mind, Sixshot launches himself towards the void; floating for a few minutes before he arms his leg-mounted plasma missiles, aims them towards an exposed bank of charge capacitors and energon cells that was meant to power a battery of plasma cannons before he lets them loose...

Just outside the view of the bridge of Liege Maximo's flagship, there was a sizable bluish-green explosion not too far off from where they were, in terms of interstellar distance anyway. Still, the explosion was too small to cause any alarm for debris damaging the ship's hull.

<Snipped quote by Deathsaurer>

"Yes yes I was in the Universe war the Chaos bringer plucked me from oblivion and made me wear the mark of you thowbacks and for that alone he will suffer. And it matters little what I want Liege Maximo wants an Audience with you himself as fellow "Children of Primus" I presume. Take them."

The group was escorted down a long hallway leading to what Brainwave could only assume was Liege Maximo's throne room. This entire section of the ship presented a feeling of extravagance and foreboding. Most forced to take this walk were probably victims of unknown horrors. The fools that had angered the ancient Prime. Hopefully Lance had enough of a brain to not try to steal anything from this ship as the consequences could be catastrophic. The reached the room at the end of the all, it was filled by many statues of Liege Maximo. Tributes to his greatness no doubt. The lighting done by torches. Seemingly an odd thing considering how technologically unsophisticated they were. But the flames had an ethereal appearance no doubt to intimidate those brought before the Cybertronian Empire's supreme leader.

"Greetings Liege Maximo and thank you for granting my request."

<Snipped quote by Guy of Z>

The group was escorted down a long hallway leading to what Brainwave could only assume was Liege Maximo's throne room. This entire section of the ship presented a feeling of extravagance and foreboding. Most forced to take this walk were probably victims of unknown horrors. The fools that had angered the ancient Prime. Hopefully Lance had enough of a brain to not try to steal anything from this ship as the consequences could be catastrophic. The reached the room at the end of the all, it was filled by many statues of Liege Maximo. Tributes to his greatness no doubt. The lighting done by torches. Seemingly an odd thing considering how technologically unsophisticated they were. But the flames had an ethereal appearance no doubt to intimidate those brought before the Cybertronian Empire's supreme leader.

"Greetings Liege Maximo and thank you for granting my request."

"Ah the transtech and one of my spawn bearing my brothers name, I was expecting someone or something to come to this disturbance eventually. What took Father so long or is he still napping?"

Sunstorm was about to say something in outrage but Heinrad raised his hand to stop him.

"Maximo the Chronarchitect and Vector Prime sent me to investigate the phenomenon specifically-" Heinrad disappeared then returned "-Here"

"Yes time agent I'm very aware in fact you could say....I was counting on it hahahahahahahhaaha"

Lance looked around trying to put on an air of indifference while sipping his kool aid but if you looked closely his hand was shaking in the presence of the Gargantuan Prime.

Waspinator was trembling in a corner the second he heard the unholy laugh.

"You're kidding me. How is going into a ball going to get me home dood?"
A short man with white hair seems to be fiddling with a device surrounding the ball like mech

"This ez a prototype I've been building.You have to tezt it. The first test shot will beeee Marz. it'z the perfect distance for testing the dimensional crozzing. No doubt I'll be in that dimenzion ass well."
"Mars? What are you talking about dood?" A sweat mark goes down the penguins face
"You wouldn't underztand, dis machine that's holzding the mech involves warping time and zpace, so I need to make zure zthis works! Now GO!"
The stump man shoves the poor penguin into the ball mech
Testing parameters... Good.
Testing structure... Good.
Testing power... Warning there not enough power for safe operation. Do you wish to proceed anyway?
"Dood? Not enough power?"
"Nothingz, proceed with tranzdimensional warp proceezure."
The machine replies back
... Administrative bypass confirmed, Dr. Wily. Proceeding...
All systems are nominal proceeding with warp.
"HAHHAUHAUHAUHAUAHAUE!"
All of Sweden starts to shake from the force of the machine activating, sure to confuse anyone on the surface above. Tidal waves start crashing into the shores of other nations violently from the force. Sirens start going off in the underground labs of the madman.
Warning insufficient power, space destabilizing. Singularity developing.
"Oh god, I'm going to die! ...again dood!
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R̳͍̫̘̭̫̂̍̍̊ͫ̿͌ͦ̄͟͠O͍͎ͤ̾́̇͂͒̓̏̀͝Ẹ̶͓̙̈́͢O̱̲ͩ͌ͣ̆ͫ̿̂̎̋ ͈̘͉̟͚͚R̸̩̘̯̭͖̭͔ͬ̓͊̔̀Ŏ͔̲̟͎̳͌ͫ͑̚ͅE̸̬͔ͨO̰̖̲̲ͯ̐̾ͪͬ̅̐̃ ̼͙͖̮Ǫ̆̐̈͏̟̻̩̗̳̼͟R̸͈͔̭̭͈̮̼̿̔͋̏́ͣͥ̇͞ͅE̴͙̯̹̘̐̓̏ͯ̂̒Oͥ ̧̦͚̙̪̍ͥ͐͌͐̍Ŗ̴̻̯͚̪̹̣̓̂ͣ̄ͩ͛̍̍ͅḚ̼̭̠̰̗͆͒͊͛̍́O̐̒̊̉̇ͣ̓ ̤͓̰̬͉̦̖̔ͅR͇̭̬͎̹̮̼͚͓̀͠͞O̶͚̺̣͉͋͐̾̓̕Ể̸̘͙̈́ͧÖ̜ͧͧ̏̆̾ͯ ̩͉̱̹͈R̵̦̳̞̭̪̓̑͒͌̾̽ͨ̀́O̬͕̹̮̰ͨ̄Ḛ͙̹̲̟̲̃ͧͧ͡Ȓ̢҉̧̰̯̮̯͉ ̩̞Ơ̴͙̬͎͇̪͕̠̱͋ͯE̴̥͎̘̜ͪ̍̐ͥ̌̐͟O̶͈̭͉̝̗ͥ́́͞R̵̹̰ͫ̽̋̇ͥ̕͞ Ǫ̯̬͕̺̻̩͗̀̕Ę̗̰̘̈́̓̋̄ͭͬ͐E̲͓͕̮̟̰̰̤̍͌͘͢͞E̜͌ͭͪ̏͟E̓̓͊̄́ ̵͖̬̦̬͖̥̭̯̞ͩȨ̡̳̝̬̮̞̅̄̉͊ͫͩ͟E̳̯̎͂̎͒̚E̪̯̬̭̿ͥͩ͊ͯE̯͓͐ͦR ̢͙͈͔̬̦̻̩̘ͬ́Ṟ̨̛̺͍̅̂̒ͬ̄ͯ͑ͬ̐ͅÖ̡̘̱̪͙͖̭͚̲̱ͦ̂͂̔͋͆͐͜R̅͊ ͩ͆҉̱̝͉̭̯͙̬͙̪Ę̖͕͈͉͚̫͙̽͌͛͋̀̎̐ͨ͠R̴̩͕̋̔̈́͊̆ͦR̻̯̰̜̺̖̄͜͜ ̥̦O̜̤̦ͮ͂̊͟R̫̭͐ͯͣ̒̕E̶͖̖̥͈̔̔͆ͅȐ̹̜̠̰̤̜͊̒͋̋͛̈͒͐R̷͇̉ͤ͗ ̺̜̲Ǫ͉͇͎͉̩͚̖ͤ̆͛̑̈́̌̋͞R̝̥̭̥̼ͩͤ̂̀͢͞ͅE̜͍̺͇͍ͯ̐͂͌̓ͬ̀͘R͌̄ ̡͇̤͚̠̍̉ͨͪ̚͢R̵͚̣̤̱̞̘͒̍̋̄̚̚͡Ö̵̡̦̼̪̯̲̤̦̯̥́ͬͣ͋̐̀Ř͐ͬ͑̄ ̢̳͈̹̬̦͟Eͩ̾̀҉͙͔͎̖ͅR̵̪̩̲ͮͣ͌̂͂͡R̢̗̱̞̰̗̼͇̉ͧ̒̋͗͛̓ͩÖ́͌ͫ͛ ̶̫̥̬̠̫͌R̠̝̼̮͎͍̩̥̠͑̑̎͜͜R͚̤̪̟̖̫̪̫͍̊̏ͣ̈̔͗͐O̸̓ͥ̊͊͌̊́̅͢ ̯̝̯R̘̬̝̲̅̓ͯ͐ͪ̽R̲̯̻͇̬͚̯͉͎̽̾̊̇̀͝Ê̘̥̪̠͎ͧͯ͝ ͯ̋̚҉̤͙̦E̗͍̱̅͞R̈́ͣ̉ͭ̕҉͙͇O̧̪̘͕̭̓ͬ̔͗͠͝Ë̵̴̗̝͉̹́̀̅̑̃ͥ̂̏ͩ O̫̗̘ͧ̒̀ͬ́̇͋͢Rͩͩ̋͏̷̤͇̭̘̱̭̩E̵͓̲̻̝ͫ̈́Ȓ̴͕̥ͪͦ͊͋ͫ̿̓͞Eͫ̂̽ ̛̫̝̖̘̪̜̲̞ͧ̊̈̒͌Ȓ̖̞̗̦̗̔ͪ̒ͯR̠͔͈̈ͦ̀̆͛̽͝R͉̣̳͒̏̇E̵̳̔̑͂͢ ̣̺̞R̛͓̰̲̣̦͛̈́͞Ò̐͐ͫ̐̽͆́̚͏͏̯̯̲̥̻Ȅ͎̝̤͈͖̞̤̖̆O̾̒̍ͩ́ͩ́͆ ̯̥̪̼͘͝R̵̖̮̥̰̱̫͓̬ͥ̐ͯ͆̏̅̍ͪ̏O̢̖͎͇͓͖͇͓͊̊Ȩ͔̭̘̮̬̈̊̅̃Ȑ͋ ̴̩͖̪̳̮ͩ̄ͨ̒ͬ̾O̧̞̹̐ͦ̐̒̉͋Ẹ̶̼ͦ͋̓̃͛ͫ̏̕O̢̼̰̯͓̗̫̽ͪ͐̃ͥͪ͜E ̘̹̪̼ͧ̑͋̉ͬͣͩḘ̞̜̟͐̋͂̔̈̽͠Ẹ̙̲̼̗͈̝̤̿̉͟͠Oͫ̂͛ͬ͑҉̡̤͙̤͙̣̜ ̞Ó͔͖͍̩̓̍ͮ̊͟͠R̿ͭ̎̑ͫ҉̧̥̲͉͇̗O̘̩ͧ̀͂̊͆ͧȨͫ̃ͭ̈̈̀͜ͅOͩ̾̉͋ ̶̵̢̫͉̮̼̳͕̈̿R̽̍̽ͦͦ͏̱̲̟̠͔E̹͐͒ͯ̓̒̐̂̚O͌̈̽ͦͭ̈͌̚͢͏̖͇͕͉̫͞ R̳͍̫̘̭̫̂̍̍̊ͫ̿͌ͦ̄͟͠O͍͎ͤ̾́̇͂͒̓̏̀͝Ẹ̶͓̙̈́͢O̱̲ͩ͌ͣ̆ͫ̿̂̎̋ ͈̘͉̟͚͚R̸̩̘̯̭͖̭͔ͬ̓͊̔̀Ŏ͔̲̟͎̳͌ͫ͑̚ͅE̸̬͔ͨO̰̖̲̲ͯ̐̾ͪͬ̅̐̃ ̼͙͖̮Ǫ̆̐̈͏̟̻̩̗̳̼͟R̸͈͔̭̭͈̮̼̿̔͋̏́ͣͥ̇͞ͅE̴͙̯̹̘̐̓̏ͯ̂̒Oͥ ̧̦͚̙̪̍ͥ͐͌͐̍Ŗ̴̻̯͚̪̹̣̓̂ͣ̄ͩ͛̍̍ͅḚ̼̭̠̰̗͆͒͊͛̍́O̐̒̊̉̇ͣ̓ ̤͓̰̬͉̦̖̔ͅR͇̭̬͎̹̮̼͚͓̀͠͞O̶͚̺̣͉͋͐̾̓̕Ể̸̘͙̈́ͧÖ̜ͧͧ̏̆̾ͯ ̩͉̱̹͈R̵̦̳̞̭̪̓̑͒͌̾̽ͨ̀́O̬͕̹̮̰ͨ̄Ḛ͙̹̲̟̲̃ͧͧ͡Ȓ̢҉̧̰̯̮̯͉ ̩̞Ơ̴͙̬͎͇̪͕̠̱͋ͯE̴̥͎̘̜ͪ̍̐ͥ̌̐͟O̶͈̭͉̝̗ͥ́́͞R̵̹̰ͫ̽̋̇ͥ̕͞ Ǫ̯̬͕̺̻̩͗̀̕Ę̗̰̘̈́̓̋̄ͭͬ͐E̲͓͕̮̟̰̰̤̍͌͘͢͞E̜͌ͭͪ̏͟E̓̓͊̄́ ̵͖̬̦̬͖̥̭̯̞ͩȨ̡̳̝̬̮̞̅̄̉͊ͫͩ͟E̳̯̎͂̎͒̚E̪̯̬̭̿ͥͩ͊ͯE̯͓͐ͦR ̢͙͈͔̬̦̻̩̘ͬ́Ṟ̨̛̺͍̅̂̒ͬ̄ͯ͑ͬ̐ͅÖ̡̘̱̪͙͖̭͚̲̱ͦ̂͂̔͋͆͐͜R̅͊ ͩ͆҉̱̝͉̭̯͙̬͙̪Ę̖͕͈͉͚̫͙̽͌͛͋̀̎̐ͨ͠R̴̩͕̋̔̈́͊̆ͦR̻̯̰̜̺̖̄͜͜ ̥̦O̜̤̦ͮ͂̊͟R̫̭͐ͯͣ̒̕E̶͖̖̥͈̔̔͆ͅȐ̹̜̠̰̤̜͊̒͋̋͛̈͒͐R̷͇̉ͤ͗ ̺̜̲Ǫ͉͇͎͉̩͚̖ͤ̆͛̑̈́̌̋͞R̝̥̭̥̼ͩͤ̂̀͢͞ͅE̜͍̺͇͍ͯ̐͂͌̓ͬ̀͘R͌̄ ̡͇̤͚̠̍̉ͨͪ̚͢R̵͚̣̤̱̞̘͒̍̋̄̚̚͡Ö̵̡̦̼̪̯̲̤̦̯̥́ͬͣ͋̐̀Ř͐ͬ͑̄ 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"Oh shi-"
What could be described as a blinding force of destruction erupts from the machine slowly engulfing Sweden, then the entire world... engulfed into a blackhole made by a foolish man's mistake.

However one thing made it through, the madman's error launched the poor prinny to the listed reality crossing many boundaries to it's destination within an instant.
"DOOOoooOOOOooD!.. Wait I'm alive?"
There is now what looks like a giant orange basketball on Mars in the middle of nowhere for some odd reason.
The hatch of the round mech opens to the surface of Mars.
You have now reached your destination.
"Where the hell am I dood. I really don't like this place dood."

<Snipped quote by TehChron>

Sweden was being rocked to pieces with each wing flap Razorclaw made in beast mode, each building he passed fell into ruin. He then summoned a massive Tornado and threw it at Aaron and the entire city.

Innocent migrants and native swedes were all swept in the massive windstorm many were ripped to pieces.

Aaron simply stood back at the oncoming storm of destruction, the similarity to his own new gifts becoming more apparent with each passing second.

He charged forward, his arms beginning to glow with the beginnings of transtech as bulky, angular forms began appearing on his arms.

"Hey YOU!" He shouted, his eyes blinded by rage as his instincts screamed at him to run away again, lest he experience the same shame he suffered above Mars, "Get down here!"

The tornado continued to approach Aaron but he ignored it, his fury at being beaten out by an airheaded pop singer temporarily blotting out his common sense.

<Snipped quote by Guy of Z>

Aaron simply stood back at the oncoming storm of destruction, the similarity to his own new gifts becoming more apparent with each passing second.

He charged forward, his arms beginning to glow with the beginnings of transtech as bulky, angular forms began appearing on his arms.

"Hey YOU!" He shouted, his eyes blinded by rage as his instincts screamed at him to run away again, lest he experience the same shame he suffered above Mars, "Get down here!"

The tornado continued to approach Aaron but he ignored it, his fury at being beaten out by an airheaded pop singer temporarily blotting out his common sense.

The Tornado slammed Aaron into the city sliding him into the street collapsing city as it continued devastating everything in its path for miles and continued on for hours while using Aaron as a human wrecking ball.

"OW, OH EEK" he grunted each time as he crashed into one building after another be they Masques, government facilities or skyscrapers.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAH I guess they don't make Vok Emissary's like they used to!" Razorclaw mocked with his mouth still full with the barely living popstar.

Underneath Sweden

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"You're kidding me. How is going into a ball going to get me home dood?"
A short man with white hair seems to be fiddling with a device surrounding the ball like mech

"This ez a prototype I've been building.You have to tezt it. The first test shot will beeee Marz. it'z the perfect distance for testing the dimensional crozzing. No doubt I'll be in that dimenzion ass well."
"Mars? What are you talking about dood?" A sweat mark goes down the penguins face
"You wouldn't underztand, dis machine that's holzding the mech involves warping time and zpace, so I need to make zure zthis works! Now GO!"
The stump man shoves the poor penguin into the ball mech
Testing parameters... Good.
Testing structure... Good.
Testing power... Warning there not enough power for safe operation. Do you wish to proceed anyway?
"Dood? Not enough power?"
"Nothingz, proceed with tranzdimensional warp proceezure."
The machine replies back
... Administrative bypass confirmed, Dr. Wily. Proceeding...
All systems are nominal proceeding with warp.
"HAHHAUHAUHAUHAUAHAUE!"
All of Sweden starts to shake from the force of the machine activating, sure to confuse anyone on the surface above. Tidal waves start crashing into the shores of other nations violently from the force. Sirens start going off in the underground labs of the madman.
Warning insufficient power, space destabilizing. Singularity developing.
"Oh god, I'm going to die! ...again dood!
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̩̞Ơ̴͙̬͎͇̪͕̠̱͋ͯE̴̥͎̘̜ͪ̍̐ͥ̌̐͟O̶͈̭͉̝̗ͥ́́͞R̵̹̰ͫ̽̋̇ͥ̕͞ Ǫ̯̬͕̺̻̩͗̀̕Ę̗̰̘̈́̓̋̄ͭͬ͐E̲͓͕̮̟̰̰̤̍͌͘͢͞E̜͌ͭͪ̏͟E̓̓͊̄́ ̵͖̬̦̬͖̥̭̯̞ͩȨ̡̳̝̬̮̞̅̄̉͊ͫͩ͟E̳̯̎͂̎͒̚E̪̯̬̭̿ͥͩ͊ͯE̯͓͐ͦR ̢͙͈͔̬̦̻̩̘ͬ́Ṟ̨̛̺͍̅̂̒ͬ̄ͯ͑ͬ̐ͅÖ̡̘̱̪͙͖̭͚̲̱ͦ̂͂̔͋͆͐͜R̅͊ ͩ͆҉̱̝͉̭̯͙̬͙̪Ę̖͕͈͉͚̫͙̽͌͛͋̀̎̐ͨ͠R̴̩͕̋̔̈́͊̆ͦR̻̯̰̜̺̖̄͜͜ ̥̦O̜̤̦ͮ͂̊͟R̫̭͐ͯͣ̒̕E̶͖̖̥͈̔̔͆ͅȐ̹̜̠̰̤̜͊̒͋̋͛̈͒͐R̷͇̉ͤ͗ ̺̜̲Ǫ͉͇͎͉̩͚̖ͤ̆͛̑̈́̌̋͞R̝̥̭̥̼ͩͤ̂̀͢͞ͅE̜͍̺͇͍ͯ̐͂͌̓ͬ̀͘R͌̄ ̡͇̤͚̠̍̉ͨͪ̚͢R̵͚̣̤̱̞̘͒̍̋̄̚̚͡Ö̵̡̦̼̪̯̲̤̦̯̥́ͬͣ͋̐̀Ř͐ͬ͑̄ ̢̳͈̹̬̦͟Eͩ̾̀҉͙͔͎̖ͅR̵̪̩̲ͮͣ͌̂͂͡R̢̗̱̞̰̗̼͇̉ͧ̒̋͗͛̓ͩÖ́͌ͫ͛ ̶̫̥̬̠̫͌R̠̝̼̮͎͍̩̥̠͑̑̎͜͜R͚̤̪̟̖̫̪̫͍̊̏ͣ̈̔͗͐O̸̓ͥ̊͊͌̊́̅͢ ̯̝̯R̘̬̝̲̅̓ͯ͐ͪ̽R̲̯̻͇̬͚̯͉͎̽̾̊̇̀͝Ê̘̥̪̠͎ͧͯ͝ ͯ̋̚҉̤͙̦E̗͍̱̅͞R̈́ͣ̉ͭ̕҉͙͇O̧̪̘͕̭̓ͬ̔͗͠͝Ë̵̴̗̝͉̹́̀̅̑̃ͥ̂̏ͩ O̫̗̘ͧ̒̀ͬ́̇͋͢Rͩͩ̋͏̷̤͇̭̘̱̭̩E̵͓̲̻̝ͫ̈́Ȓ̴͕̥ͪͦ͊͋ͫ̿̓͞Eͫ̂̽ ̛̫̝̖̘̪̜̲̞ͧ̊̈̒͌Ȓ̖̞̗̦̗̔ͪ̒ͯR̠͔͈̈ͦ̀̆͛̽͝R͉̣̳͒̏̇E̵̳̔̑͂͢ ̣̺̞R̛͓̰̲̣̦͛̈́͞Ò̐͐ͫ̐̽͆́̚͏͏̯̯̲̥̻Ȅ͎̝̤͈͖̞̤̖̆O̾̒̍ͩ́ͩ́͆ ̯̥̪̼͘͝R̵̖̮̥̰̱̫͓̬ͥ̐ͯ͆̏̅̍ͪ̏O̢̖͎͇͓͖͇͓͊̊Ȩ͔̭̘̮̬̈̊̅̃Ȑ͋ ̴̩͖̪̳̮ͩ̄ͨ̒ͬ̾O̧̞̹̐ͦ̐̒̉͋Ẹ̶̼ͦ͋̓̃͛ͫ̏̕O̢̼̰̯͓̗̫̽ͪ͐̃ͥͪ͜E ̘̹̪̼ͧ̑͋̉ͬͣͩḘ̞̜̟͐̋͂̔̈̽͠Ẹ̙̲̼̗͈̝̤̿̉͟͠Oͫ̂͛ͬ͑҉̡̤͙̤͙̣̜ ̞Ó͔͖͍̩̓̍ͮ̊͟͠R̿ͭ̎̑ͫ҉̧̥̲͉͇̗O̘̩ͧ̀͂̊͆ͧȨͫ̃ͭ̈̈̀͜ͅOͩ̾̉͋ ̶̵̢̫͉̮̼̳͕̈̿R̽̍̽ͦͦ͏̱̲̟̠͔E̹͐͒ͯ̓̒̐̂̚O͌̈̽ͦͭ̈͌̚͢͏̖͇͕͉̫͞ R̳͍̫̘̭̫̂̍̍̊ͫ̿͌ͦ̄͟͠O͍͎ͤ̾́̇͂͒̓̏̀͝Ẹ̶͓̙̈́͢O̱̲ͩ͌ͣ̆ͫ̿̂̎̋ ͈̘͉̟͚͚R̸̩̘̯̭͖̭͔ͬ̓͊̔̀Ŏ͔̲̟͎̳͌ͫ͑̚ͅE̸̬͔ͨO̰̖̲̲ͯ̐̾ͪͬ̅̐̃ ̼͙͖̮Ǫ̆̐̈͏̟̻̩̗̳̼͟R̸͈͔̭̭͈̮̼̿̔͋̏́ͣͥ̇͞ͅE̴͙̯̹̘̐̓̏ͯ̂̒Oͥ ̧̦͚̙̪̍ͥ͐͌͐̍Ŗ̴̻̯͚̪̹̣̓̂ͣ̄ͩ͛̍̍ͅḚ̼̭̠̰̗͆͒͊͛̍́O̐̒̊̉̇ͣ̓ ̤͓̰̬͉̦̖̔ͅR͇̭̬͎̹̮̼͚͓̀͠͞O̶͚̺̣͉͋͐̾̓̕Ể̸̘͙̈́ͧÖ̜ͧͧ̏̆̾ͯ ̩͉̱̹͈R̵̦̳̞̭̪̓̑͒͌̾̽ͨ̀́O̬͕̹̮̰ͨ̄Ḛ͙̹̲̟̲̃ͧͧ͡Ȓ̢҉̧̰̯̮̯͉ ̩̞Ơ̴͙̬͎͇̪͕̠̱͋ͯE̴̥͎̘̜ͪ̍̐ͥ̌̐͟O̶͈̭͉̝̗ͥ́́͞R̵̹̰ͫ̽̋̇ͥ̕͞ Ǫ̯̬͕̺̻̩͗̀̕Ę̗̰̘̈́̓̋̄ͭͬ͐E̲͓͕̮̟̰̰̤̍͌͘͢͞E̜͌ͭͪ̏͟E̓̓͊̄́ ̵͖̬̦̬͖̥̭̯̞ͩȨ̡̳̝̬̮̞̅̄̉͊ͫͩ͟E̳̯̎͂̎͒̚E̪̯̬̭̿ͥͩ͊ͯE̯͓͐ͦR ̢͙͈͔̬̦̻̩̘ͬ́Ṟ̨̛̺͍̅̂̒ͬ̄ͯ͑ͬ̐ͅÖ̡̘̱̪͙͖̭͚̲̱ͦ̂͂̔͋͆͐͜R̅͊ ͩ͆҉̱̝͉̭̯͙̬͙̪Ę̖͕͈͉͚̫͙̽͌͛͋̀̎̐ͨ͠R̴̩͕̋̔̈́͊̆ͦR̻̯̰̜̺̖̄͜͜ ̥̦O̜̤̦ͮ͂̊͟R̫̭͐ͯͣ̒̕E̶͖̖̥͈̔̔͆ͅȐ̹̜̠̰̤̜͊̒͋̋͛̈͒͐R̷͇̉ͤ͗ ̺̜̲Ǫ͉͇͎͉̩͚̖ͤ̆͛̑̈́̌̋͞R̝̥̭̥̼ͩͤ̂̀͢͞ͅE̜͍̺͇͍ͯ̐͂͌̓ͬ̀͘R͌̄ ̡͇̤͚̠̍̉ͨͪ̚͢R̵͚̣̤̱̞̘͒̍̋̄̚̚͡Ö̵̡̦̼̪̯̲̤̦̯̥́ͬͣ͋̐̀Ř͐ͬ͑̄ ̢̳͈̹̬̦͟Eͩ̾̀҉͙͔͎̖ͅR̵̪̩̲ͮͣ͌̂͂͡R̢̗̱̞̰̗̼͇̉ͧ̒̋͗͛̓ͩÖ́͌ͫ͛ ̶̫̥̬̠̫͌R̠̝̼̮͎͍̩̥̠͑̑̎͜͜R͚̤̪̟̖̫̪̫͍̊̏ͣ̈̔͗͐O̸̓ͥ̊͊͌̊́̅͢ ̯̝̯R̘̬̝̲̅̓ͯ͐ͪ̽R̲̯̻͇̬͚̯͉͎̽̾̊̇̀͝Ê̘̥̪̠͎ͧͯ͝ ͯ̋̚҉̤͙̦E̗͍̱̅͞R̈́ͣ̉ͭ̕҉͙͇O̧̪̘͕̭̓ͬ̔͗͠͝Ë̵̴̗̝͉̹́̀̅̑̃ͥ̂̏ͩ O̫̗̘ͧ̒̀ͬ́̇͋͢Rͩͩ̋͏̷̤͇̭̘̱̭̩E̵͓̲̻̝ͫ̈́Ȓ̴͕̥ͪͦ͊͋ͫ̿̓͞Eͫ̂̽ ̛̫̝̖̘̪̜̲̞ͧ̊̈̒͌Ȓ̖̞̗̦̗̔ͪ̒ͯR̠͔͈̈ͦ̀̆͛̽͝R͉̣̳͒̏̇E̵̳̔̑͂͢ ̣̺̞R̛͓̰̲̣̦͛̈́͞Ò̐͐ͫ̐̽͆́̚͏͏̯̯̲̥̻Ȅ͎̝̤͈͖̞̤̖̆O̾̒̍ͩ́ͩ́͆ ̯̥̪̼͘͝R̵̖̮̥̰̱̫͓̬ͥ̐ͯ͆̏̅̍ͪ̏O̢̖͎͇͓͖͇͓͊̊Ȩ͔̭̘̮̬̈̊̅̃Ȑ͋ ̴̩͖̪̳̮ͩ̄ͨ̒ͬ̾O̧̞̹̐ͦ̐̒̉͋Ẹ̶̼ͦ͋̓̃͛ͫ̏̕O̢̼̰̯͓̗̫̽ͪ͐̃ͥͪ͜E ̘̹̪̼ͧ̑͋̉ͬͣͩḘ̞̜̟͐̋͂̔̈̽͠Ẹ̙̲̼̗͈̝̤̿̉͟͠Oͫ̂͛ͬ͑҉̡̤͙̤͙̣̜ ̞Ó͔͖͍̩̓̍ͮ̊͟͠R̿ͭ̎̑ͫ҉̧̥̲͉͇̗O̘̩ͧ̀͂̊͆ͧȨͫ̃ͭ̈̈̀͜ͅOͩ̾̉͋ ̶̵̢̫͉̮̼̳͕̈̿R̽̍̽ͦͦ͏̱̲̟̠͔E̹͐͒ͯ̓̒̐̂̚O͌̈̽ͦͭ̈͌̚͢͏̖͇͕͉̫͞ R̳͍̫̘̭̫̂̍̍̊ͫ̿͌ͦ̄͟͠O͍͎ͤ̾́̇͂͒̓̏̀͝Ẹ̶͓̙̈́͢O̱̲ͩ͌ͣ̆ͫ̿̂̎̋ ͈̘͉̟͚͚R̸̩̘̯̭͖̭͔ͬ̓͊̔̀Ŏ͔̲̟͎̳͌ͫ͑̚ͅE̸̬͔ͨO̰̖̲̲ͯ̐̾ͪͬ̅̐̃ ̼͙͖̮Ǫ̆̐̈͏̟̻̩̗̳̼͟R̸͈͔̭̭͈̮̼̿̔͋̏́ͣͥ̇͞ͅE̴͙̯̹̘̐̓̏ͯ̂̒Oͥ ̧̦͚̙̪̍ͥ͐͌͐̍Ŗ̴̻̯͚̪̹̣̓̂ͣ̄ͩ͛̍̍ͅḚ̼̭̠̰̗͆͒͊͛̍́O̐̒̊̉̇ͣ̓ ̤͓̰̬͉̦̖̔ͅR͇̭̬͎̹̮̼͚͓̀͠͞O̶͚̺̣͉͋͐̾̓̕Ể̸̘͙̈́ͧÖ̜ͧͧ̏̆̾ͯ ̩͉̱̹͈R̵̦̳̞̭̪̓̑͒͌̾̽ͨ̀́O̬͕̹̮̰ͨ̄Ḛ͙̹̲̟̲̃ͧͧ͡Ȓ̢҉̧̰̯̮̯͉ ̩̞Ơ̴͙̬͎͇̪͕̠̱͋ͯE̴̥͎̘̜ͪ̍̐ͥ̌̐͟O̶͈̭͉̝̗ͥ́́͞R̵̹̰ͫ̽̋̇ͥ̕͞ Ǫ̯̬͕̺̻̩͗̀̕Ę̗̰̘̈́̓̋̄ͭͬ͐E̲͓͕̮̟̰̰̤̍͌͘͢͞E̜͌ͭͪ̏͟E̓̓͊̄́ ̵͖̬̦̬͖̥̭̯̞ͩȨ̡̳̝̬̮̞̅̄̉͊ͫͩ͟E̳̯̎͂̎͒̚E̪̯̬̭̿ͥͩ͊ͯE̯͓͐ͦR ̢͙͈͔̬̦̻̩̘ͬ́Ṟ̨̛̺͍̅̂̒ͬ̄ͯ͑ͬ̐ͅÖ̡̘̱̪͙͖̭͚̲̱ͦ̂͂̔͋͆͐͜R̅͊ ͩ͆҉̱̝͉̭̯͙̬͙̪Ę̖͕͈͉͚̫͙̽͌͛͋̀̎̐ͨ͠R̴̩͕̋̔̈́͊̆ͦR̻̯̰̜̺̖̄͜͜ ̥̦O̜̤̦ͮ͂̊͟R̫̭͐ͯͣ̒̕E̶͖̖̥͈̔̔͆ͅȐ̹̜̠̰̤̜͊̒͋̋͛̈͒͐R̷͇̉ͤ͗ ̺̜̲Ǫ͉͇͎͉̩͚̖ͤ̆͛̑̈́̌̋͞R̝̥̭̥̼ͩͤ̂̀͢͞ͅE̜͍̺͇͍ͯ̐͂͌̓ͬ̀͘R͌̄ ̡͇̤͚̠̍̉ͨͪ̚͢R̵͚̣̤̱̞̘͒̍̋̄̚̚͡Ö̵̡̦̼̪̯̲̤̦̯̥́ͬͣ͋̐̀Ř͐ͬ͑̄ 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"Oh shi-"
What could be described as a blinding force of destruction erupts from the machine slowly engulfing Sweden, then the entire world... engulfed into a blackhole made by a foolish man's mistake.

However one thing made it through, the madman's error launched the poor prinny to the listed reality crossing many boundaries to it's destination within an instant.
"DOOOoooOOOOooD!.. Wait I'm alive?"
There is now what looks like a giant orange basketball on Mars in the middle of nowhere for some odd reason.
The hatch of the round mech opens to the surface of Mars.
You have now reached your destination.
"Where the hell am I dood. I really don't like this place dood."

Jihaxus's bots detected an organic signature

"Organic? He doesn't seem to be with those misfits open fire."

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Jihaxus's bots detected an organic signature

"Organic? He doesn't seem to be with those misfits open fire."

The red winds of Mars start blowing into Prinny's face, building up on the horizon.




Noticeably panic erupts suddenly form the small penguin.
"... AHAHAhAHAHAAA! Dood, why?!"
Followed by some gunfire narrowly misses him due to the panic.
The Prinny quickly runs right back into the Basketball mech,Spalding prototype Alpha mark zero point four five six seven two. Which he was barely two steps away from. The door closing behind him for protection against the firing and storm
"I Hate this dood! I never asked for this dood, no one deserves this dood!"
The storm combined with the firing starts moving the ball before the prinny can secure himself into the seat causing him to hit the "go lever" by accident,the ball starts rapidly moving directly into the eye of the storm that goes on for miles full speed.

Prinny starts ricocheting everywhere on the inside of it.
"This!(ow)"
Prinny accidentally hits a button that sends out a distress signal
"Really! (ouch)"
"Hurts dood! (thunk)"
Prinny manages to get stuck in a ladder gap meant for climbing for humans.
"*foams at mouth*"

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"Ah the transtech and one of my spawn bearing my brothers name, I was expecting someone or something to come to this disturbance eventually. What took Father so long or is he still napping?"

Sunstorm was about to say something in outrage but Heinrad raised his hand to stop him.

"Maximo the Chronarchitect and Vector Prime sent me to investigate the phenomenon specifically-" Heinrad disappeared then returned "-Here"

"Yes time agent I'm very aware in fact you could say....I was counting on it hahahahahahahhaaha"

"You know..." Mused Megatron. "After following Primal around for so long I've often wondered the logic behind many of Primus' actions. They really don't seem to make a lot of sense. I mean here I am after all, revived as a direct result of something Primus did."

"Yes, it's almost as if Primus wanted you alive because you'd be forced to do stuff for him by circumstances beyond your control. It sounds almost devious."

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"You know..." Mused Megatron. "After following Primal around for so long I've often wondered the logic behind many of Primus' actions. They really don't seem to make a lot of sense. I mean here I am after all, revived as a direct result of something Primus did."

"Yes, it's almost as if Primus wanted you alive because you'd be forced to do stuff for him by circumstances beyond your control. It sounds almost devious."

"Oh father is like that sometimes yes there was that time he convinced one universe much like this one he was dead when his Avatar died when he fought Unicron. And left my brother to take over for him, and then he completely ignores me in one splinter-reality and gets destroyed in another AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! But enough memories I must tell you of what I need you to do, there are ruins beyond here I have been observing some kind of time space singularity the ancients of this world made that unleashed something...unspeakable be a dear child and investigate it for me will you?"

Megatron sulked at the revelation.

"Oh joy, he's gonna be moody for weeks after this. So these ruins... they're probably related to the other anomaly that combined with the Unicron Singularity and created this mismatched world. But... if you don't want to do it yourself it probably means whatever this anomaly is it's extremely dangerous. Of course the rub is there is the possibility that we might be able to cancel it out, or find some other method to sabotage Unicron's plans, before the two events meet again if we investigate it so we don't really have a choice. So basically you're using us exactly like Primus."

Megatron sulked at the revelation.

"Oh joy, he's gonna be moody for weeks after this. So these ruins... they're probably related to the other anomaly that combined with the Unicron Singularity and created this mismatched world. But... if you don't want to do it yourself it probably means whatever this anomaly is it's extremely dangerous. Of course the rub is there is the possibility that we might be able to cancel it out, or find some other method to sabotage Unicron's plans, before the two events meet again if we investigate it so we don't really have a choice. So basically you're using us exactly like Primus."

"Well I am the Prime who's tales of schemes and manipulation are legend after all. What part of him do you think I was modeled from after he spawned myself and my brothers from the primordial pits?"

"I gotta admit I'm slightly annoyed you literally sat here waiting for Primus to send someone you could use as your sacrificial lambs to get the info you wanted. And one can only wonder what you want else you might have in mind for this anomaly... But the truth of the matter is regardless of your plans Unicron will always be the bigger threat and quite frankly we don't need to be butting heads dealing with his lackeys so I don't really see another option here. But I would ask what about Nexus Prime? I can't imagine Unicron gaining possession of the Star Saber would be a good thing either."

"I gotta admit I'm slightly annoyed you literally sat here waiting for Primus to send someone you could use as your sacrificial lambs to get the info you wanted. And one can only wonder what you want else you might have in mind for this anomaly... But the truth of the matter is regardless of your plans Unicron will always be the bigger threat and quite frankly we don't need to be butting heads dealing with his lackeys so I don't really see another option here. But I would ask what about Nexus Prime? I can't imagine Unicron gaining possession of the Star Saber would be a good thing either."

"Its scattared across the multiverse from my brothers rather messy seperation, you have plenty of time I assure you Megazarak is good at breaking things and not much else"

"Oh wow, I've never seen that series before... Did we land in Aurex when I wasn't looking or something? Oh one more thing you should probably keep an eye out for Sideways' minicon... or was it minicons? I can't remember exactly. There was something about Axiom Nexus News and something about the Offworlder Zone Security Administration. Anyways point is he/they are amazing at infiltration."

"Yes I'm sure it was their master infiltration skills and not your atrocious security that was dumb enough to fall for Beeimus Prime. Hell Rook or whoever could have probably walked around saying I'm going to herald the coming of Unicron and no one would pay attention." Chided Megatron.

"Hey now, I'm sure nothing that ridiculous ever happened. Maybe..."