EPILOGUE
Omega Trion enjoyed waiting.
To him, it meant something. It meant he had something to look forward to. It also gave him time to plan accordingly, to figure out how he would be able to incorporate it into his ever-developing scheme.
He strove for perfection. And without time and patience, he would never be able to achieve that perfection. As such, he was more than willing to wait.
He glanced at the chronometer on the wall. As soon as it struck the twelfth hour, the door was blown open and the hulking form of his bouncer flew in, landing at his desk. Standing in the doorway was Spacewarp, with five Decepticons behind her and a gun in her hand.
He recognized the gun. And he could not believe it.
Maintaining his composure, Omega Trion said, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do not believe that is the relic I sent you after."
"No, it isn't," Spacewarp said coolly. "Don't worry, I've got the cog as well."
"Then what is the meaning of this?"
Spacewarp pointed the gun at his head. "I would like to renegotiate my paycheck."
Omega's eyes darted from her to his secret control panel, the one which would bring his entire security force down onto the intruders in a matter of seconds. However, before he could even raise his hand, a gunshot hit the panel, destroying it.
"Misfire..." one of the Decepticons muttered.
"What? That's how I negotiate." The one called Misfire smiled weakly. "Of course, I suppose it would have worked better if I'd actually hit him."
Sighing softly, Omega Trion intertwined his fingers and rested his hands on his desk. "Very well," he said. "Let us talk."
--Junkion--
It was a quiet day at the scrapyards of Junkion. The Star Seekers were long gone, having lost their quarry and since repaired their ship. The Circle of Light had stayed behind, at a loss on where to go from their predicament.
Out of respect, the sparkless form of Metroplex had been left abandoned. As such, there was no one to witness the sudden appearance of a frail cloaked mech. He roamed through the deserted hallways, stopping only to add a name to his datapad.
Outrigger of Proximax.
He moved from one room to the next, counting each and every casualty.
Nightwing of Eukaris. Rapier of Nuon City.
After tallying up over a dozen of the fallen, he finally reached the spark chamber, the end of his journey.
Axer of Kalis. Beta Maxx of Gygax Minor.
He then looked up at the space where a spark had once been. Smiling sadly, he added one last name.
Metroplex of Crystal City.
Then, as quickly as he had arrived, the Necrobot vanished without a trace.
TO BE CONTINUED
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