The Gods Themselves
A fanfic by Bill T. Taylor
a.k.a. RedStreak
Cyclonus and Galvatron both gazed upon the strange sight as molten rock bubbled and churned at the crater’s core. It sat there, fixed and motionless, its eye continuing to stare out beyond the horizon. The day before, no living being would have guessed it was just lying beneath the sand…waiting for its release. Now it was free once more.
The two Decepticons approached the small pyramid with a bit of curiosity. “What could it possibly be?” Galvatron inquired.
“I don’t know, mighty Galvatron,” Cyclonus said, “It…appears to be some form of artifact.”
As they approached the very edge of the molten pool of red-hot lava, the sun’s rays flickered brilliantly off the pyramid’s side. As the sun slowly moved across its face, a glimmer of sunlight caught the strange eye at its circular pupil. For a brief instant, the eye glowed a dull orange.
The lava pool began to bubble more and more frequently. One large bubble burst, spilling simmering drops of yellow magma at Galvatron’s feet. Galvatron took notice, glancing at the bubbles of lava and then the small pyramid itself. As the Decepticon lord muttered, “What’s going on?” the lava began to erupt.
“Galvatron!” Cyclonus yelled. He leaped, grabbing his leader and rolling to safety just as the pool began to boil over, spewing waves of lava and whole rocks in great surges. The ferocity of the molten rock only increased, forcing Galvatron and Cyclonus to take to the air as the crater’s interior began to fill.
“That atomic blast must have triggered some geologic upheaval!” Galvatron said, hovering alongside his lieutenant, “We have to get out of here!”
Cyclonus paused, observing something. “Wait! Something is happening….”
They hovered high above the crater, watching from afar the activity within. As the lava rose and fell progressively, the pyramid itself began to rise up. More and more of the pyramid’s true mass became visible, growing larger and larger to the amazement of Galvatron and Cyclonus. Its base finally emerged from the lava pool, broad and perfectly proportioned, the hot molten rock dripping from its edges.
It was a wonder beyond comparison, beyond belief. The pyramid was like a mountain, its apex nearly eclipsing the sun as it loomed over the landscape. Each side of its base was over a mile wide, occupying nearly the entire span of the crater. The sides from top to bottom were seamless, perfectly forged slabs of bronze and gold. Where the sun shined, it was a radiant beacon for miles around. Where its shadow was cast, there was virtually complete darkness.
“Incredible!” Galvatron was amazed, trying to take in the whole pyramid.
Cyclonus took in as much as he could, equally overwhelm but perplexed. “If my data tracks serve me…this looks like one of the ancient human artifacts just to the east, on the Nile River if I’m not mistaken.”
“Impossible!” Galvatron declared, “This monument is beyond any human accomplishment! Something else must have constructed this…thing.” He flew down, landing at the pyramid’s base, now firmly fixed in the ground. Galvatron reached out a hand, just touching the structure’s edge.
A spark of orange zapped Galvatron’s hand, stinging like the venom of a serpent. “Gah!” He withdrew his hand, a ripple of orange lightning rippling up his lower arm before dissipating. With a smirk, the Decepticon spoke, “It has power! A great deal of power!” Looking up at the pyramid’s entire height, Galvatron clenched his fist. “I want it!”
Springer cupped his hands over his audio receptors. “CAN’T YOU TURN HIS VOCAL SYSTEMS OFF?!”
The repair bay at Autobot City was an auditorium of noise. On the bench he’d been occupying for several months now, RedStreak was now sitting upright screaming like a banshee. Springer, Ultra Magnus, and First Aid were gathered around the seemingly deranged Autobot, barely able to tolerate the noise.
The entrance opened, Kup walking in. “Hey guys what….AGH! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE MATRIX IS THAT NOISE?!” Kup yelled, covering over the sides of his head as well.
Ultra Magnus turned toward Kup, his teeth gritting with a strained look on his face. “He’s been doing this for three hours now! He just keeps screaming!” he yelled above the noise.
All the monitors and probes still linked to RedStreak showed his systems to be in a frenzy of activity. First Aid yelled to Ultra Magnus and Kup, “His positronics are overloaded and his vitals are hay-wired! It-It’s like he’s in a feedback flux!”
“Well shut him down before he blows his engine!” Springer suggested.
The Protectobot immediately went to a keyboard, accessing and typing in a series of commands. First Aid repeatedly checked between his readings and the screaming Autobot. The various lines on the monitor zigzagged up and down fast, a screech nearly as loud as RedStreak emanating from it.
The medic yelled, “His systems aren’t responding! It’s a cascade failure!”
“Fine! I’ll handle this!” Springer said. He turned to Ultra Magnus, looking him up and down a moment. “Sorry Magnus, but I need to borrow this.” With a harsh jerk, Springer yanked Ultra Magnus’ left arm off.
“AGH! SPRINGER, WHAT ARE YOU…” Ultra Magnus began to say.
Springer, with the city commander’s arm in, well, his arms, marched right up to the crazy Autobot sitting in a daze. Standing behind RedStreak, he twirled the long metal arm in place, straightening out Magnus’ elbow. He then swung it back, eyeing the back of RedStreak’s head before him….
WHAM!
The scream ended flatly, RedStreak falling backwards onto the table once again. Springer then turned around, returning the arm to Ultra Magnus. “I think my work here is done,” Springer decreed.
As Ultra Magnus looked over his dismembered limb, Kup honestly said, “Well whatever that did…it fixed the noise problem anyway.”
“From the looks of things…as…crazy as they were,” First Aid said, “I think he’s back in normal stasis lock. With a few program reboots, rewiring, and some axel grease, I think I should be able to bring him back online.”
“Good. Rodimus Prime should have some good news when he returns then,” Ultra Magnus said, shoving his arm back into its socket.
On the other side of the world, back at the crater and the risen pyramid, Cyclonus and Galvatron found their way inside the enigmatic structure. A single, narrow tunnel led them into the core of it, going deeper and deeper at a slightly slanted angle.
Galvatron lead the way, the end of his golden blaster producing a faint light to guide them. They found the inside of the pyramid constructed just like the outside: perfectly made bronze and gold throughout it all. As they grew closer to the end, strange markings became visible on the walls…alien even to the alien transformers that gave them but a fleeting thought.
“Finally! This must be the power center of this giant mechanism!” Galvatron gleefully cheered.
Past the tunnel’s end a large chamber came to be, large enough to hide a squadron of Decepticon warriors and then some. At the center, vaguely outlined in the murky gloom, was a broad, circular altar. Four great columns, each the girth of a Gestalt, stood alongside the altar’s perimeter at equal distances from one another, all marked by the same strange symbols in the long hallway.
“This looks more like a burial chamber than a power center,” Cyclonus commented, “Coming here was a waste of time.”
Galvtron sneered at his lieutenant. “No! You’re wrong Cyclonus, very wrong!” Galvatron stepped atop the flat altar, arms wide open as he gazed up at the ceiling. “I can feel it! This place…especially here, radiates with power!”
As the Decepticon strode across the altar, his foot stepped atop four diamond-shaped notches built into the floor. Unaware, Galvatron’s heel sank directly into one of the notches, triggering it. A rumble started to shake the chamber. “Galvatron, a trap!” Cyclonus warned his leader.
Even as the foundations of the pyramid began to shake, Galvatron’s eyes were elsewhere. All around them, the bronze and gold plating began to glow orange, becoming bright enough to see by. Bolts of lightning, the same as that which zapped Galvatron except greater, began to race up the walls to one of the columns.
“Yes! YES! THE POWER! IT’S GROWING!” Galvatron’s eyes reflecting the same brilliant radiance.
The one column seemed to draw the energy to it. Suddenly, a part of the floor slipped and began to rise up, causing Galvatron to trip, landing hard on his skid plates. A large, boxy compartment slid upright, attaching to the column. Finally, as the power surge seethed at its apex…a single large symbol glowed brightly within the column.
The lights dimmed, save for the symbol above the strange box. Galvatron, rising to his feet, stared at it. “What’s this?” he said, reaching out to the box, “Some kind of elaborate control system? It must be inside this bulky….”
Before even touching it, a lightning bolt hit Galvatron, sending him right before Cyclonus’ feet. As Cyclonus aided him, the box’s lid slid open with a heavy grinding sound. Something became visible inside…a glimmer of bronze. When the lid slid fully open, two red slits shined like the eyes of a deadly cobra and as intensely as a giant red star. Then something stirred….
There was the tap of a long staff, followed by heavy footsteps. Two feet, clawed with clearly visible tendons of wires and hydraulics, mechanical yet twitching like living tissue. A pair of long legs, more heavily built up top, led to a waist adorned by a marble-colored skirt and toga tapered with gold around the shoulders. The garment, although as fluid as silk, was actually circuitry, jade-colored mess revealing its true nature. Finally, rising from the cable-like neck, was a bizarre head, two donkey-like ears projecting from the top with a narrow, almost canine face jutting out.
“By the Pit! What is the meaning of this?” growled Galvatron.
The elegantly designed being of bronze stretched his arms, his mouth yawning with jade teeth visible. Finally taking notice of the bitter Galvatron and Cyclonus, the creature said, “We, Set, greatest son of Ra, highest lord of the planet Egypt, have reawakened. Now, gather the people and prepare them for my arrival….”
Suddenly, the entity paused, gazing more deeply at Galvatron. An insidious grin formed on its face. “Aw…a minion of my master. I should have sensed his presence sooner. Clearly he bids his emissaries to return by sending these two for Set. How…amusing,” Set said with a broad smile.
“Minion? Planet Egypt? What is this nonsense?” Cyclonus babbled.
Galvatron shoved Cyclonus aside, confronting Set directly. “Minion indeed! I serve no one you derelict monstrosity! Galvatron serves….”
Set’s red eyes blazed brightly. Streaks of red light enveloped Galvatron, catching him in surprise. Galvatron began to holler and scream like never before, his hands rising to his head as he fell to his knees begging. “Please! Uuuugh! No…it can’t be! Unicron! AHHHHH!”
“Stop this at once!” Cyclonus yelled, rushing at Set. With his free hand, Set effortless blasted an orange lightning bolt right at Cyclonus. Instantly he was against the chamber wall, the same lightning binding him to it like a magnet. Galvatron continued to cry out until he collapsed entirely. Set now fixated his gaze upon Cyclonus.
As Set stared at him, Cyclonus began to feel the same numbing pain Galvatron felt before, red light enveloping him. As Cyclonus desperately resisted, Set spoke to him in the same strange way as before.
“We do not stand defiance, minion. We, Set, destroy all that stand in our way. Even now, we reach into your mind, minion; reach into it and....”
Abruptly, Set paused. In that moment, his power over Cyclonus vanished, the Decepticon falling to the floor with a thud, his body weak and immobile. The powerful being muttered, “Ah…much has come and gone. Set has slept far longer than imagined. This world, now called ‘Earth’, has changed much…as has Cybertron. The power of the master…is all but faded.”
Set turned toward one of the columns. With one hand he reached out, touching it. Beneath his hand it glowed, pulsing with light. “But the power of Ra,” Set further said, “Remains. Now Set and Set alone harnesses Ra. Yesssss….”
Set turned and looked down upon Cyclonus. With the tip of his staff, Set raised up the Decepticon’s chin, forcing him to look at him. “Minion of the master, go forth,” Set commanded him, “and tell all others of Cybertron and Earth of my awakening. Tell them they may resist…but we shall crush them with but a thought.”
Outside, an orange meteor with Cyclonus as its core was blasted out through the tunnel’s sole opening, the Decepticon launched clear past the desert and horizon.
His staff cooled, a bit of steam wafting from it. Set now fixed his attention on the altar. “Now,” Set muttered, “The time has come to restore our power, our might both on this world and beyond.” Even as Set approached, power once again began to course through the chamber walls. Set raised up his staff as the pyramid itself became a luminous mass. “Ra,” Set spoke loudly, his voice echoing in the chamber, “Set, son and master, commandeth thee! Reveal thy power!”
The eye atop the pyramid’s summit shined bright orange, and then golden yellow. The sides of the pyramid grew white-hot, the crater walls slumping and turned molten once again. The pyramid began to shake, as did the ground, building up to seismic proportions.
In Egypt, people felt the shaking, animals like camels running mad. Buildings began to crack. In London, England, legendary Big Ben’s bells rang erratically, the river Thames sloshing back and forth with waves flooding London Bridge. In Moscow, beside the Kremlin, one of the domes of St. Basil’s Cathedral toppled into the street, cracking like a giant egg, sending hundreds of Russian citizens rushing madly. In San Francisco, what seemed like an earthquake grew more powerful, the Golden Gate Bridge beginning to sway dangerously back and forth with cars still driving across. Chaos was spreading like wild fire.
Scourge found himself freed once more, but gazed up in complete shock as liquid glass dripped from his beard. The pyramid’s top suddenly detached, the eye rotating slowly in a counterclockwise direction. As it did so, it was as if the lid from a giant searchlight were uncapped. The beam of light was so great Scourge bellowed in pain, his eyes melting in their sockets!
Above the Earth the beam stretched limitlessly into space. In a flash, four beams were created from the initial one, spreading out in differing directions. One lit up the dark side of Venus before skimming the surface of the Sun, solar flares arcing around it. A second soared through Saturn, smashing through one of its countless moons like a mallet taken to an ice cube. A third reached out to the edge of the galaxy; on a Quintesson outpost Lor-Gavvon paused from his experiments to behold a strange beam of light passing overhead. The last, going in yet another direction, went by the planet of Junk….
Wrek-Gar and a few of his Junkion friends were sifting through garbage. In one large pile, Wrek-Gar pulled out a perfect crystal cylinder. “Reduce, reuse, recycle!” he bleeped, “A penny saved is a penny earned!”
Without warning giant rifts started to form in the seemingly boundless depths of trash. Garbage erupted as a huge yellow beam ripped through Wrek-Gar’s planet, tearing huge segments from it. As quickly as they formed the rifts collapsed, taking with it miles and miles of terrain, and with that, in turn, crude Junkion villages and their inhabitants.
“Der she blows!” Wrek-Gar exclaimed, transforming to a motorcycle and speeding away as more of his planet collapsed in on itself.
From intergalactic space, one could perceive a compass of light with a pinpoint center, shining like a cluster of supernovas combined before vanishing as quickly as it appeared.
The apex of the Pyramid descended, the four rays of power shut off. The glowing eye rotated a full three-hundred and sixty degrees, returning and settling back to its initial position as if nothing happened.
Little over a thousand miles due west, Rodimus Prime, still in his vehicle mode, lay half buried in sand at a cocked angle. Around him the tail fins of the Aerialbots, Sky Lynx, and Broadside peaked out, the rest of their bodies deep in sand. Finally, a moan was heard.
“Oh!” Rodimus grunted. Sluggishly, his body transformed, sand sliding off of him, leaving him only buried halfway up his thighs. “What in sweet Primus’ name hit us?”
More movement and moans stirred from the sand. Skydive transformed, his head and nosecone just peaking out of the sand. Broadside, also in robot mode, stood up, tons of sand literally streaming from his tall form. Sky Lynx burst out of the sand, his wings spread wide as he stretched out his neck.
“Agh! I’ve got sand in places I never thought were possible!” Sky Lynx yelled.
“My aching afterburners!” Slingshot moaned, climbing out of the dune.
“One minute I remember flying,” Fireflight said, spitting out sand, “and the next, I’m up to my nosecone in sand!”
“Something big just crashed down on us, Autobots,” Rodimus Prime said. He momentarily looked to his arm, clicking open his com-link. Every light was flashing on it, multiple distress signals coming in. “Real big! Emergency S.O.S.es from every part of the planet!”
Silverbolt managed to make his way to Rodimus. With concern on his face, he asked, “Rodimus, could it have been that bomb that went off that triggered it?”
“Even the most powerful nuclear weapon couldn’t have done this level of damage,” Rodimus Prime stated, “I’m going to try and get in touch with Autobot City, try to find an explanation…assuming Ultra Magnus and the others are still online.”
A beeping went off from one of the numerous consoles at Autobot City. It continued to beep, regardless of the fallen supports and panels and hanging, frayed cables littering the place. A large blue arm reached out, a white hand slamming into the panel.
“Ultra…Magnus here. Reporting,” the Autobot City commander managed to speak.
As Ultra Magnus broke free of the debris and stood upright, Rodimus Prime came in clearly through the console. “Rodimus here. We just got hit by this…massive disturbance, the same one that hit the whole planet….”
“No kidding,” Ultra Magnus cynically joked, the entire room littered with broken equipment.
“Ultra Magnus,” Rodimus Prime said, “Get Perceptor and as many ‘bots as possible finding out what happened. Send out the Protectobots and Technobots as well to assist in human rescue efforts. I’ll be sending Sky Lynx, the Aerialbots, and Broadside the minute they’re fully recovered to further assist.”
Ultra Magnus began sifting through the junk littering the consoles, trying to find out what was still working. “We’ll do our best, Rodimus,” he replied, “But it’s going to take some time. The City took its fair share of damage as well – Metroplex is down and running on all back-ups and as for the others….”
“I know, I know Magnus, but do what you can, I’ll be on my way as well. Rodimus Prime out.”
Ultra Magnus slowly turned around, surveying the damage. “Man, I can already tell this is going to be a looooooooooong day.”
Back in the desert, Rodimus Prime closed his wrist com-link. “They’re alright, but just hanging together,” he informed the other Autobots. Immediately he turned to Sky Lynx. “Sky Lynx, you better fly over there stat. Ultra Magnus could use your help.”
Sky Lynx cocked his head. “But what if you need a ride back?”
“Hey, it’s a small planet,” Rodimus laughed.
As Sky Lynx took off, the remaining Autobots now pondered what to do. “Now what Prime?” Slingshot asked, “Most of our thrusters are still clogged and now that Sky Lynx is gone, what are we to do?”
“Yeah, what are your orders Rodimus?” Silverbolt also asked.
The Autobot commander turned his head to the east. “For now, we head back.”
“Back?” Slingshot blared, “But we already flew a couple hundred miles! You want us to just walk back?”
Rodimus Prime looked straight at Slingshot with a mixture of frustration and weariness. “Look, whatever caused that…that disturbance came from there! Everyone else is busy putting this planet back together, which leaves us to investigate. Unless…” Rodimus pointed an arm toward the bleak and countless acres of desert. “You want to try building a sand castle to entertain yourself.”
The Autobots, now decided on their direction, all started marching east once again. Slingshot muttered somewhat disappointedly, “Man this bites. An Aerialbot forced to walk across parsecs of dry, scorching desert without an energon station for miles.”
Not even ten minutes into their march, something in the sandy dunes caught their attention. As they paused, a pair of blackened wings rose out. As the sand rolled off, arms, legs, and a familiar face appeared.
“Cyclonus!” Rodimus Prime gasped. Every Autobot pulled out their weapons, crosshairs aimed at the Decepticon’s head as Cyclonus started to look in their direction.
Silverbolt hesitated, and then rushed out between his group and Cyclonus. “Wait!” he said, his blaster at his side, “Look at him! He’s blacker than the underside of a coal shaft! He’s in no position to fight!”
“You right in the middle of my target zone Silverbolt,” warned Slingshot, “and don’t think I’ll hesitate to shoot if that creep moves!”
“Wait, stand down,” Rodimus Prime ordered. He walked up to Silverbolt, the pair looking down at Cyclonus as the others looked on in disbelief. The Prime still held onto his long gun, just in case. “I think you’re onto something Silverbolt. Why would Cyclonus be alone in the middle of a desert without aid?”
“I’d bet he just got lost in a sandstorm!” Slingshot raised his voice, “Let’s just slag him and be done with it!”
“I said stand down!” Rodimus Prime yelled to him. He returned his gaze upon the Decepticon, who now gazed back at him from the sand. “You’ve got two cycles to explain yourself, Cyclonus…otherwise we’ll take you back to base and siphon the data from your brain unit.”
Cyclonus managed to cough, “You’re hardly in any better condition than I, Rodimus.”
“Our weapons are though, Cyclonus. Now, explain yourself…with the remaining one point six cycles you’ve got.”
“All right, all right,” the Decepticon caved in, “Galvatron and Scourge are in jeopardy. A…transformer named Set has arisen.”
“Set?” Rodimus Prime said, “What are you talking about? You take us for drones Cyclonus?”
Eyeing Silverbolt’s blaster, Cyclonus quickly said, “It’s too complicated to explain! You’d have to see it to understand. I-I’d be willing to take you there.”
A crooked smile formed on the side of Rodimus’ face. “Not a bad idea.”
Rodimus Prime sat in Cyclonus’ cockpit, flying high above the desert wastes. On the wings all five Aerialbots sat, with bulky Broadside sitting with his knees folded up and feet dangling. It was a comical sight.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Cyclonus declared, “I can’t fly like this! I wasn’t designed to carry this much weight!”
“”You’ll fly alright,” Rodimus said, “Fly to this ‘pyramid’ you keep talking about and then some Cyclonus.”
Cyclonus groaned sourly as he struggled to carry the load of Autobots. Despite the stress, he carried on for the entire distance as his passengers sat smugly for the ride. In minutes the pyramid was in site, shining quite vividly even from a hundred miles away.
“Wow! What is that?” Airraid said, “I’ve never seen anything like it!”
“It…looks like a pyramid, but it’s huge!” Skydive said.
At the entrance to the very same pyramid, Set casually strode out. He looked up at the sky and sun with a proud smile on his face. “Ah,” he said, feeling the warm rays upon him, “It has been so long since we have enjoyed the glorious sun...eons too long.”
He watched as what was initially a blip expanded to become a plane carrying a group of strange passengers. As it neared, the craft suddenly dove down, yelling out “WHOA!” as the group carried with it jumped off with ease, landing upright before Set’s pyramid.
As Cyclonus transformed, trying to pull his head out of the sand, the Autobots stood in a great line before the so-called Set. “So this must be the jerk causing the disasters! Huh…not much to look at for a freak-bot.”
Set huffed, slamming his staff into the ground as he stepped out of the pyramid. “Humph! I set loose the minion and it returns with these…’things’ from Cybertron who dare to oppose me? How wretched!”
“I’ll show you who’s wretched!” Slingshot shoved his way forward, pulling out his weapon. As Silverbolt yelled for him to stop, he fired square at Set, the bolt already set lose. Set moved his staff to the side, looking down at his fingertips casually. The weapons fire bounced off the staff, hitting Slingshot right in his shoulder.
“All right! That’s enough!” Rodimus Prime yelled out. He stomped right up to where Set stood with his weapon in hand. “I don’t know who or what you are, or where you come from…but by Prime’s sake, I….”
“You DARE to speak to Set so crudely?” Set said, his eyes red with anger. But then, at the very moment he looked upon Rodimus Prime, he let out a gasp, his face turning pale for a moment. “No, it can not be,” he said, spying the yellow, wing-like spoilers behind Rodimus’ neck, “Osiris is risen again to challenge us!” Then, as Rodimus stared with a confused look on his face, Set’s own face grew into a bitter snarl. “By the master then, I’ll rip you apart a second time!”
Set struck out with a clawed hand, tearing straight through Rodimus’ chest plate. As he stuck his arm through, a flash of blue-white went up it, causing Set to yell for a moment. His staff feel from his hand as Set went to his knees, arms folded around his chest as he panted in distress.
There was a huge hole in Rodimus’ chest now, deep and badly torn. Looking into it, one could see the Matrix of Leadership, brilliant and still very much intact, shining out.
“You…are not Osiris,” Set managed to say, “But the vessel of the Matrix! Indeed, Set did not expect this to come to pass.” Grasping his staff and using it to pull himself up, Set further strained, “Perhaps…Set is unable to destroy you, Matrix-bearer, but perhaps…Set…will be able to…destroy your friends!”
With cat-like reflexes Set lashed out, this time against the Aerialbots and Broadside. From his hand great bolts of lightning flared out, hitting all six Autobots. They were all flung back, the energy writhing through their bodies.
“Leave them alone!” Rodimus yelled. From behind he grabbed Set, forcing his arms to the sides. The Matrix inside him grew brighter as he held onto Set. Set could not force Rodimus off him, but his staff was still in his grip.
“You will cause no harm or injury to Set today, Matrix-bearer,” Set told him. With a swift blow, the staff shoved into Rodimus’ torso wound, delivering a quick shock to it that forced Rodimus to release. The freed Set bounded into the air, hovering in place as a Decepticon might. “Set grows bored of this battle! Set shall explore his new dominion before returning to unleash Ra once more…destroying you and all like you!”
An aura of orange energy surrounded Set, the mysterious transformer flying off towards the northeast with nothing but clear skies before him.
Grunting, Broadside sat up. “That could have gone only slightly worse.”
“Yeah,” Slingshot agreed, “For a minute it felt like someone poured molten tyronium into my chasse! I thought for sure I was a goner until you stopped Set!”
“I feared the same,” Rodimus Prime said with a long face, “But what troubles me is what he called me before…Osiris I think.”
Silverbolt glanced around. “You know what troubles me Prime is Cyclonus. He’s gone!”
Sure enough, there was no sign of the Decepticon. Rodimus Prime didn’t seem to express any concern though. “Never mind Cyclonus for now; I don’t blame him for running off when he had the chance.” Looking up, Rodimus Prime noted the strange eye on the pyramid. “Let’s find out all we can about this place…before Set returns.”
Rodimus Prime began to march down the long dark corridor leading inside. Without haste the Aerialbots followed in suite, leaving only large Broadside behind to guard the entrance. Silverbolt was the last to enter, glancing over his shoulder for a second before vanishing into the dark.
To Be Continued….