It didn't end with a whimper. The Golden Age didn't end. It shattered, with all the internal gyroscopes losing their alignment simultaneously.The High Council of Iacon perched atop their gilded spire, watching the diagnostic readouts hemorrhage as the entire planetary grid became unreliable.
This wasn't a mechanical failure. Purple contagion was eating away at the planetary core code, with reports of the common cybertronian simply dropping, sparks winking out from an unseen wave of power.
The Twelve Primes were alerted immediately.
By the time the message came, it was too late. The Dark Energon collided with the surface of Cybertron like an impenetrable, choking cloud which didn't just limit visibility-it began eating through all of the bots' respective force-fields and natural shielding. The customary indigo hue of the Cybertronian twilight was substituted by a bilious, battered sort of purple. Omegnatron didn't just land-he cratered into the heart of the Plaza of the First Light, where the adamantine edifice simply melted around his diminutive pedes like slag.
The herald of Unicron stood, a matte black monument of absence against the colorful skyline, his eyes not glow-lamps buttwin abysses of swirling dark matter.
From above the sky, the twelve Primes descended; Prima first, his Star Saber raised, humming at a frequency intended to shatter mountains. The other eleven formed a battle formation that had defended the planet from the dawn of time.
The herald looked up, his vocalizer issuing a sound like grinding tectonic plates.
Omegnatron: I am the breath of the end. I am the particle of the one who was here before your Weaver began his work. You are but intricate clocks waiting to be smashed.
The fight began with a shockwave an localized entropy wave, known as the WILL OF DARKNESS. Not quite a blast of wind so much as a metaphysical eraser that erased the spark right out of the optics of the three lesser Primes who stood within the initial radius. Their plating remained, but their lights blinked out, deleted from the timestream with not so much as a singed wire.
Prima swung the Star Saber at the herald with enough power to split a moon in two. The blade bit deep into the Herald's shoulder, a cascade of blue energon showering the plaza. It seemed the Primes had found their mark.This thought was quickly dispelled as the wound hissing, the metal of the Herald's plating knitted itself back together as quickly as it had torn, the severed wires snapping back together like striking vipers, trapping the Star Saber within the Herald's shoulder as the plating hardened around it.
Omegnatron seized Prima by the throat. There was no gasping for air-Transformers don't breathe-just the horrifying sound of neck struts snapping, and internal relays crushing into a lump of lead within Prima's head as the herald crunched the Primes neck together like brittle tin. Then, with a wet crunch, he punched directly through his chest plate, reached in, crushed his spark into nothingness and then let go.
Solus Prime attempted a mighty blow with her hammer but the Herald easily caught and twisted it, the titan-tier hardened titan-alloy bending in his grasp like a child's toy. He punted her in the mid-section, shattering her pelvic joints and rupturing her internal hydraulics, severing her neurological lines to her lower body which then fell, completely paralyzed.Nexus Prime attempted to combine but was too slow.
Omegnatron intervened in the action, snatching two sections of the Nexus and slamming them together to shatter the sections into an irreparable mess of shattered glass and bent axles. He then ripped off an arm from a bot and let it burn while it sparked and hissed as its wires popped and unraveled.
The Primes were disassembled, systematically.
Onyx Prime, in his beast form, remained standing, though his wings were ripped, and his tail dragging in the molten slag, his sparks dimming. The only one remaining besides he and Onyx was Megatronus. His left arm was gone at the shoulder socket; wires dangling like weeping vines. His spark was dim in his caved-in chestplate.
Onyx Prime: We have to go.
He grabbed Megatronus by his other shoulder and engaged his remaining propulsion unit, flying them to the only part of Cybertron Dark Energon could not penetrate, the Holy Sanctum.There they landed with two soft thuds, both bots falling to their knees.
Megatronus' sparks were almost out and leaking a black fluid, all systems screaming total criticality. He looked up at the Ampule of Holy Energon and then at his remaining brother.
MEGATRONUS: REMEMBER US AS WE WERE. NOT AS WE ARE ABOUT TO BECOME.
He lunged, his sparking fingers closing around the glass Ampule; he hurled it at his exposed, fading spark, and the Holy Energon exploded into a blinding orange light, consuming him in it. He died as he was incinerated. From his ashes rose NECROTRONOUS, a giant, his plating morphing into heavy, reinforced, glowing architecture. Without a word, he stood, turned, and walked out of the Holy Sanctum, into the heart of the great city of Iacon, his presence pulsing life throughout,
Physically he was Just Like Megatronus who Perished but he was darker Unlike Red optics He had Orange optics, unlike Silver Frame with Purple Platings, It was Now Dark Red With Obsidian Plating.
As he flew above the downed Primes, the light struck their bodies, healing them as it touched, Sparks reignited, sparks reconnected, optics flared. The dead gods sat up in shock, as their wounds sealed themselves through a power they couldn't understand.
Necrotronous stood in front of Omegnatron. The Particle of Darkness stared at the approaching titan father, his own dark aura flaring slightly in his overwhelming presence.The Primes watched from the edge of the plaza, their systems recovering, but their minds in awe, and in terror. They saw the shell of their brother, but the sparks within...
Onyx Prime: That's not Megatronous... That's someone else.
The Other primes could just Nod, before something else could be understood They all were teleported to A New battlefield Necrotronous Teleported then all They were stunned, speechless they could feel the power of this Being.
Necrotronous raised a hand, the orange lightning of the Titan Charge crackling between his fingers as he prepared to show the Particle of Darkness what true power looked like. Omegnatron was shocked Feeling the power.
Omenagtron: The Hell you supposed to be ?
NECROTRONOUS: THE TITAN FATHER LORD NECROTRONOUS.
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