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Third-person PoV
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Among the vast cosmos, floats a massive oblong vessel of ancient Cybertronian design a much smaller ship that looks similar to the Autobot arch shuttle but without any affiliation markings flew towards this monolithic vessel.
"Sir…is it possible that we have just found The King's tomb?" A small-bot only slightly larger than a Minicon asked a much larger grizzled elderly looking bot who has a beard of what appears to be fiber optic cables and diodes.
"It is possible B-3…and if it really is the King's tomb we must be extremely careful even if our sensors say the ship is dead…the old beings of old Cybertron had many strange abilities that we lack today."
The little bot B-3 and the large old-bot known as Sir, dock with the King's Tomb.
Sir complained that there isn't even enough Energon for the atmospheric shield to unlock/open itself for them, as B-3 wheeled over a plasma cutter and began cutting through the air dock door.
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The two bots moved cautiously away from the Sharkticons that are in stasis mode.
"Sir, I think we should leave this place…no ancient Cybertronian technology is worth dealing with sharkticons or Quintessons…not even Space or Ground Bridge technology." B-3 muttered while his optics flickered every which way searching for more signs of danger.
"Come on B-3 the scope, reads that there is a powerful Autobot life signal this way."
"Okay Sir." B-3 murmured softly a slot opening in his leg revealing a side arm, which the small-bot shakily took hold of while continuing to scan for threats.
They entered a large chamber, the walls are lined with stasis pods filled with Sharkticons, "Sir…" B-3's voice quivers.
"It's him…B-3 it's him, his Majesty!" Sir expressed in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Wha-" B-3 doesn't get to finish asking his question as Sir plucked him from the ground and hoists the little bot up so that the Little-bot can see the lost king of Cybertron's golden age.
"By the All-Spark he's real!" B-3 gasped as Sir moved closer and once in range B-3 jumped onto the massive berth and began running scans.
"We…we can revive him Sir, he needs little more than a single energon ration to bring him out of stasis lock."
"Do it." Sir commanded B-3.
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MC PoV
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Megaannums of memory files flowed through my mind…logic circuits…memory cores…the strongest feelings they created inside of me is rage, rage towards my sworn knights…especially Orion Pax who was like a son to me, and later became Optimus Prime after becoming the Knight Commander and being elevated to the position of Prime by Primus himself.
But my strongest feelings of rage are directed at Quintessa, I had truly loved her once, we had fought together alongside the original thirteen primes…and many wars after, even against her fellow siblings the other Quintessons.
Then I snapped out of my trip down memory lane, my optics coming online revealing two normalish bots and then hundreds of Sharkticons in stasis pods that are beginning to hiss open.
Seeing a Sharkticon taking aim towards me behind the two bots…one of which is a Minicon who is standing on my chest plate.
I reached up and pressed the little bot to my chest as I turned and rolled off of the berth I have rested on for countless cycles, swords coming to my right hand shield forming on my left forearm.
Pushing the little bot underneath the sleeping berth, before righting myself and taking a loose defensive stance
"Is this the best you could do, Quintessa my love? Your useless pets!" I roared as the chamber meant to become my tomb filled completely with the hissing of opening seals and the gnashing of hungry jaws, could smell the cold stink of recycled energon as the Sharkticons crawled from their pods.
The small bot presses itself into a small corner underneath the berth, a subjectively old bot limps into place beside me, old frame rattling, as it grips the handle of its axe tightly.
I inspected him, finding it reassuring that he doesn't flinch or cower at the face of these odds. He's still a young bot to me but he's seen death and battle before…and he knows what's coming.
"Protect your alley child, do not interrupt my exercise I must as the sparklings used to say get the rust off." I joked and the bot chuckled at that joke and it hit me that he's rather small compared to me in my average combat mode.
The first beast leapt forwards and I dashed in meeting it halfway. My blade whistled through the air.
The cutting edge shears through its side bisecting the sorry creature, little more than a poor attempt at Quintessa trying to paint herself as a goddess.
The two halves fell to the ground and the collective of Sharkticons screamed/roared.
Before surging forwards, jaws snapping, half in bot form, half in their beast-shapes, the air fills with shrieks, claws, and teeth…all of these disgusting creatures' attention is on me.
I slam my shield into the horde, throwing three of them into the air. My blade savagely cutting and stabbing while firing off energy rounds from the tip as I carved through the Sharkticons numbers.
Each stroke of my blade cut through a Sharkticon or three each cannon blast both a cut and a cannon blast disintegrates a portion of them that it hits in a white-blue burst.
Another's chest caves inwards as I kick it away from and into one of it's kind.
Looking behind me as I hear a shout from the Minicon, I see a Sharkticon has pinned the old bot to the ground, claws digging for the bot's throat.
The old bot roared as his old circuits strained, his axe buried on one of the Sharkticons shoulders.
"Not today, foul beast!"
I roared while spearing the monster through the neck, separating its head from the rest of its body, I then grabbed it by its neck stump and ripped it off of this old bot and tossed it to the Sharkticon horde.
Then in the same motion I clasped this old bot's arm and dragged him to his feet without breaking stride.
"Take the sword!" I grunted as my right fist slid into my forearm and an energy weapon in the form of an axe projects itself from the stump.
"Not even you can fight all of these, Yer Majesty! Please follow us to our ship!" The old bot roared over the sounds of battle.
"Lead the way child!" I roared back as the tide of enemies pressed harder they circled, their growls annoying my circuits and shaking the chamber's walls.
'I won't die here, I can't die here!' I shouted in my mind as rage rises inside of me, rage I have carried across eons. Rage at Orion Pax, who betrayed me in the guise of honor. Rage at Quintessa, who I once loved and who repaid me with lies and betrayal.
That rage becomes my fuel I carve through the swarm of enemies creating an opening for the Old and Little bots to escape.
We moved throughout the fortress ship that was once my flagship, tuned prison and tomb until we reached where their ship is docked, luckily it is also where the escape shuttle is located…a shuttle Quintessa would have no knowledge of.
I push the bots through the airlock taking my sword back and hitting the detach button pulling my hand back just in time to not be severed.
I ran to the escape shuttle entrance slamming my fist into the manual trigger to activate the last resort charges placed throughout the Cybertron's Vengeance, as I dive into the escape shuttles opened door its energon stores still full, it's state maintained by stealthy repair drones.
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The one much smaller vessel flies away from the monolithic ship at full burn and then a cylindrical tube of a ship that looks similar to an Atlantean Puddle Jumper shoots out of the monolithic ship as it explodes.
Just as a beam of energy shoots out of the front of the cylindrical ship and forms a circular gateway of rippling energy that looks reminiscent of water.
On the other side of the portal is the planet Earth
The shuttle gradually entered the Earth's atmosphere, and landed inside of the ocean just off shore of Mission City, California.