Transformers Regenerated: Beyond Imagination IV, Epilogue

EPILOGUE

  “The paradox lives. Our creation has failed.”

In the realm that laid beyond all of reality, the entities known as the Vok convened, their shapeless forms swirling endlessly through the void.

“Correction,” a second one said. “We have failed. Lord Imperious was much a part of us as we were of him. He was more than just an emissary; he was the culmination of the history and culture we left behind.”

“Do not allow yourself to fall into such worthless concepts as sentimentality,” the first one chided the other. “We are above such feelings now. We must focus on what is important, and that is the fate of all of reality.”

“Indeed,” the second one bemoaned. “Because of the paradox’s continued existence, the order of the universe remains fragile. Even with the gates that had been opened by the Timemazes now closed, the curtain that separates this reality from the rest remains fragile. Even as we speak, those who have traveled through time and between realities before seek to do so again.”

“Yes, but you yourself said that their intentions were noble.”

“That I did… and that they needed to be dealt with. Otherwise, realities will continue to collide. Past and future will merge with the present. Everything will collapse.”

“But what can we do to prevent it? Our sole remaining emissary is the one called Tigerhawk. Is he alone capable of stopping what is to come?”

“No. Not by his own hand. But perhaps he can influence the events that are to come so that they result in the desired outcome.”

“Indeed. Perhaps a more subtle approach is required, rather than the direct and overt approach that we took with Lord Imperious.”

“Correct. The dark one continues to slumber within the earth, biding his time. He is the key to their extinction. Our emissary will ensure that his heralds succeed in their objectives, perhaps even joining their ranks to see things to fruition.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” The other Vok cackled. “And through him we can observe everything fall into place. Their oblivion will be much more gratifying to watch.”

“That it will, that it will.”

And so again the Vok laughed over their plans for the future, their voices heard by none, as a universe oblivious to their machinations carried on with its existence.