PRELUDE
--Eukaris--
It had been ten days since the Titans arrived.
Deep within the abandoned Predacon fortress, a large blue rat poked its head out of an alcove, looking back and forth before carefully creeping out. As far as Packrat knew, he was the only one in the fortress. But one could never be too sure.
He scattered down the deserted hallway, making a dash for the door up ahead. Upon reaching it, he quietly climbed up the steps and peered into the empty chamber. Five seats stood in a semi-circle, two broken and one nearly destroyed. Claw marks decorated the tapestry that displayed the three visages of the Beast God Onyx.
Must have been one heck of a fight, Packrat thought as he crept towards the tapestry. Nose twitching, the blue rat studied the decoration until he found exactly what he was looking for. Using his small paws, he opened the hidden hatch to reveal a small chute going down.
"Primus shield my spark and all that," Packrat prayed as he hopped into the chute and went sliding down.
After a series of twists and turns, he eventually reached the bottom and ended up in a wide dark chamber. At the center of it was a large device with two prongs protruding from it. Converting to robot mode, Packrat stared in awe at the space bridge.
Sorry I ever doubted you, kid. Raising a hand to his comm, "Hey, Apelinq? I've found it. The space bridge, I mean."
"Excellent," Apelinq replied. "Is it still in operating order?"
"I think so. How do I turn it on?"
Apelinq responded with a bunch of words Packrat did not understand. Rolling his eyes, the blue Maximal said, "Hey, kid, not everyone is a super genius like you. Can't you use normal words for once?"
Apelinq sighed. "Okay, okay. Do you see a handle anywhere on the control panel?"
Packrat scanned the panel and found just that. "Yeah, I see one big one."
"Pull that and you should be good to go?"
"Why didn't you just to do that in the first place?" Packrat asked as he pulled the switch. In an instant, a portal materialized before the two prongs. "Anyway, it works."
"Brilliant! Now, see if you can find a way for the rest of us to get in."
Packrat scratched his head as he looked around. "Well, the only thing I see is a door leading to the dungeon...."
"All right. Slash says she knows the way. We'll be there shortly."
"Okay. Packrat, out." Ending the call, Packrat turned back to the space bridge... and found a black and red bot standing in front of it.
"Uh, where did you come from?" the Maximal asked.
The bot's joints creaked as he turned his head towards him. Packrat recoiled upon seeing the mech's lack of face, baring only a gaping hole that showed his internals.
"Th- -issi-n h-s f-iled," were what sputtered out of his exposed voicebox.
"What?" Packrat asked.
"T-ey h-v- th- -igma. M-st g- it b-"
"Sorry, pal, I have no idea what you're saying."
"F-iled. I -m a f-ilur-. I m-st -ke th-gs r-ht."
Before Packrat could stop him, the bot punched in a few commands into the control panel before throwing himself into the portal. As soon as he was gone, the portal dissapated.
Alarmed, Packrat ran over to the space bridge and pulled the switch again. Nothing happened. It had gone dead.
Swearing aloud, the Maximal banged his head against the control panel.
"This is just prime...."
EIGHTY PERCENT OF THE PEOPLE
Part II: The Devil's Workshop
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