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Egypt
Aidan stood atop the ancient pyramid, his silhouette stark against the endless expanse of golden sand. The desert stretched beyond the horizon, deceptively peaceful despite the hidden mechanical predators lurking beneath its surface. Around him, disguised Decepticons had transformed into mundane machinery—construction equipment, abandoned vehicles, satellite dishes—all waiting with mechanical patience for their orders.
The coordinates extracted from the AllSpark had led him here, to this precise location where ancient secrets lay buried. If his calculations were correct, the Star Harvester rested deep beneath the pyramid's foundation. But the device itself wasn't his immediate objective—he needed the Matrix of Leadership, the key that would unlock the Harvester's true potential.
A shimmering portal materialized beside him, and Aidan stepped through, emerging onto the desert floor. He followed a forgotten road that wound through the dunes, searching for the distinctive energy signature that would guide him to his prize. Time and the harsh desert environment had likely weakened the signal, leaving him to rely on more primitive methods of detection.
The landscape was a monotonous sea of yellow sand, broken only by a weathered cliff face that rose like a sleeping giant from the desert floor. As he approached, the outline of an ancient Egyptian structure emerged from the rocky outcropping—a testament to human ambition that had somehow survived millennia of sandstorms and scorching sun.
The stone pillars bore the scars of countless years, their surfaces eroded by wind and time. Desert creatures had made their homes in the crevices, tiny lizards darting between shadows as Aidan climbed the crumbling steps. Each stone seemed ready to crumble under his weight as he passed between the towering columns and entered what appeared to be a sacrificial chamber.
At the far end of the chamber, a magnificent fresco commanded attention. Previous archaeologists had painstakingly cleaned the artwork, revealing vibrant colors and intricate details that seemed to pulse with hidden meaning. The mural depicted a figure draped only in ceremonial cloth, holding an object of obvious significance while worshippers knelt in reverence below.
Aidan approached the ancient artwork and pressed his palms against its surface, feeling for the subtle energy emanations that would confirm his suspicions. The stone was cool beneath his touch, but he could sense something more—a power that resonated with the AllSpark's frequency.
"It's here," he murmured, stepping back to assess the two-meter-tall mural.
Without hesitation, he produced a compact explosive device and carefully positioned it against the painted surface. The irony wasn't lost on him—destroying priceless historical artifacts to save both worlds from destruction. He retreated to the cave entrance, remote detonator in hand.
"I hope the archaeological community will understand," he muttered, pressing the trigger.
BOOM!
The muffled explosion echoed through the chamber, followed by a cloud of pulverized stone and ancient dust that billowed from the entrance like a sandy geyser.
"Well, that's one way to make headlines," Aidan coughed, waving away the debris cloud. He spat out grit and dust, frowning as he surveyed the now-chaotic chamber. "Note to self: next time, bring a dust mask."
When the air cleared, a gaping hole had been torn in the mural's center, revealing a dark void beyond. Aidan conjured twin circles of crimson light in his palms, their magical glow piercing the gloom as he cautiously stepped through the breach.
The hidden chamber beyond took his breath away. Six massive metallic figures stood in a circle, their ancient forms preserved in perfect detail despite the passage of eons. These were the legendary Six Primes—Cybertron's first leaders—their bodies serving as eternal guardians for the treasure they protected.
"Remarkable," Aidan whispered, his voice barely audible in the sacred space. "After all this time, they remain uncorrupted."
He stepped carefully over the threshold, his magical illumination revealing the chamber's centerpiece. There, cradled in the palm of one Prime's outstretched hand, lay a crescent-shaped object that seemed to capture and reflect the red light with silver brilliance.
Aidan dismissed his magical lights and knelt beside the artifact, reaching out with careful reverence. The moment his fingers made contact with the Matrix of Leadership, reality shifted around him. Six pairs of ancient eyes seemed to pierce his consciousness, and suddenly he found himself pulled into a dreamlike realm beyond physical space.
"How did you find this place?"
Six towering, ethereal figures materialized before him, their forms backlit by an brilliant radiance that made them appear as living shadows against the light.
"Through the AllSpark," Aidan replied, squinting against the overwhelming luminescence.
"The AllSpark? How could that artifact be in your possession?"
Rather than explain his complex history, Aidan cut straight to the heart of the matter. "You are the Six Primes of Cybertron. Your homeworld faces annihilation, and I'm working to save both your planet and protect Earth. I need the Matrix of Leadership to modify your Star Harvester."
"Who are you to make such claims?"
"Your time is running out," Aidan said urgently, sensing the fragility of their remaining consciousness. "Before your essence dissipates entirely, you must entrust the Matrix to me. Without it, I cannot guarantee either world's survival." He paused, meeting their luminous gazes. "The Fallen has already escaped his prison. He must have detected your manifestation—it won't be long before he arrives on Earth. We're allied with the Autobots, so you needn't fear that I'll misuse the Matrix."
A heavy silence fell over the ethereal realm as the Primes considered his words. Finally, one of them spoke.
"Very well. We had hoped to observe longer, but your direct detection of our presence forces our hand."
As the words faded, Aidan felt himself returning to physical reality. The crescent-shaped Matrix in his hands began to pulse with renewed energy, its dormant power awakening after millennia of slumber. Around him, the ancient bodies of the Six Primes began to dissolve, their forms turning to silver dust that drifted away like memories on the wind.
With the Matrix of Leadership secured, Aidan returned to his laboratory and began preparations for a global broadcast scheduled for three days hence. The moment the Matrix's energy signature flared back to life, The Fallen sensed the Star Harvester's presence within the Egyptian pyramid. Almost immediately, Megatron—hidden in the depths of the desert—received new orders.
"So it appears to be true," Megatron muttered, his internal processors wrestling with a terrible dilemma. On one side stood The Fallen, the ancient leader of his faction and a being of immense power. On the other was a mysterious human who claimed to offer coexistence between their worlds—and whose abilities made resistance seem futile.
"Human," Megatron transmitted to Aidan, "The Fallen has issued his command. We are to activate the Star Harvester immediately."
"Understood," Aidan's voice crackled back through the communication link. "Tell him it will be accomplished in three days."
Over the following three days, Decepticons from across the globe converged on Egypt in response to the combined summons of Megatron and The Fallen. They concealed themselves throughout the desert, awaiting final orders with mechanical patience.
The human response was swift and decisive. Bio-Mech Corps units and Autobot forces arrived in waves, beginning systematic sweeps for Decepticon signatures. The past month had seen most of Earth's surface cleared of alien threats, but Egypt was rapidly becoming the most dangerous place on the planet. A traveler could now encounter a Transformer every few kilometers, whether friend or foe.
Hidden among the construction equipment at a nearby building site, the massive Decepticon Devastator waited for the signal to begin excavating the pyramid. His components—six separate construction vehicles—remained perfectly still, their deception so complete that human patrols passed within meters without detection.
High above, KSI's helicopter filming crews took their positions, preparing to document whatever was about to unfold. Joshua Joyce, unable to contain his anxiety any longer, arrived at the Black Cube Prison facility before dawn, determined to witness the fruits of Aidan's work firsthand.
After navigating multiple security checkpoints, he finally gained access to the laboratory. The first thing he saw was the water tank—completely empty.
"Where's Megatron?!" Panic seized him as he rushed to the containment vessel, hoping desperately that his eyes were deceiving him. But the tank held nothing but water, and the giant robot had vanished without a trace.
"You mean Megatron? I released him to carry out a mission," Aidan said casually. He was in the process of interfacing the AllSpark with the Wanderer when he noticed Joshua's frantic inspection of the empty tank.
"Why? Do you have any idea what you've done?" Joshua stared at him in shocked disbelief.
"I know exactly what I'm doing," Aidan replied calmly. "But let's discuss that later. Don't you want to see the mecha? Come with me."
Without waiting for a response, Aidan headed toward the mecha bay, leaving Joshua little choice but to follow. As they walked, Joshua's eyes fixed on the cube-shaped object in Aidan's hand, its blue glow triggering a memory.
"What are you carrying?" he asked, his frown deepening as recognition dawned.
"The AllSpark," Aidan said simply as they reached their destination. "We're here."
Joshua's question died in his throat as he raised his head and gazed upon the massive blue mecha towering before them. His mouth fell open in awe at the sight of the mechanical giant, its imposing form dwarfing everything else in the cavernous chamber. The Wanderer stood like a sleeping titan, its every line and curve speaking of power barely contained, waiting for the moment when it would stride forth to reshape the fate of two worlds.
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