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Part 26

The Hall of Tripredicus was an imposing structure to say the least. Built in the Age of the Guardians, the immense building covered over 25 square Earth miles. It was mostly made of Gerantium alloy that had been anodized flat black. Enormous likenesses of ancient Transformers carved out of massive blocks of the alloy lined the walls.

Starscream always hated having to visit the Tripredicus Council. The council itself being composed of near-deleted ancient relics, in his opinion, who held court in an overly-dramatic mockery of a Judgment Hall. Always wasting their collective resources while they debate the finer meanings of meanings when concise action was always the best, and most often chosen method.

Starscream knew the Tripredicus Council was an ancient tradition. It was older than the Decepticons, the Predacons, or even the Destrons. For countless millions of years, his master's masters took guidance from the council. If for no other reason than to uphold the rich traditions of the Transformers. He felt it was time for such stupidity to end.

Shockwave shot Starscream a glance. Starscream almost giggled at the thought of Shockwave using an imposing facial expression as a method of intimidation. Surely he must have recognized the futility of such, seeing as he had no actual face. Still, it better suited him to comply . He turned his gaze to the ancient metal floor, as was customary.

The scope of the entrance of the hall was truly titanic. The three stood barely noticeable as they walked under the 1/2 mile high arches. Starscream considered firing a null ray blast just to hear the distinct echos it would make, but decided against it when Shockwave glanced in his direction again. He could have sworn Shockwave's one green eye glowed slightly brighter than usual.

The three Decepticons approached the biggest know doors on the planet. Starscream gasped when he looked up at the massive doors and saw the ancient motto of the Destrons, stolen from the Quintesson Overlords before the Great Liberation. " To Punish And Enslave " written in hundreds of feet tall letters of the ancient language known only as The Code glowed vividly purple.

As was customary, Starscream and Soundwave took the posture of submission as Shockwave rapped the ancient signal on a spot on the doors made for that purpose. There was a loud and distant rumble as the doors swung slowly inward.

A massive black and purple Transformer almost 350' tall walked to the newly opened doorway. It's face was almost indiscernible from the glassy purple surface of it's head. The giant robot knelt down to speak to the guests.

" Epsilon Supreme questions! " The huge robot said. " Who approaches the council of Tripredicus?"

Shockwave stood and spoke loud and directly. " O Guardian! I Shockwave, emissary of the Decepticons, Guardian of the Tomes of Knowledge, seeks audience with the Elder Council."

Epsilon Supreme hesitated for several seconds before continuing his inquiry. " Epsilon Supreme states! Explain your reason for the request, Guardian. "

" We have come to inform the council of impending danger! " Said Shockwave. " It is a matter that effects all of the Transformers! "

Epsilon Supreme sat motionless for several more seconds. " Epsilon Supreme states! The council is already aware. "

" Impossible! " Shouted an alarmed Starscream. " We have yet to tell you of our findings! How does the council have any idea at all of the purpose of this visit? "

Epsilon Supreme grasped Starscream with his one massive three-fingered hand and stood erect with surprising speed. He lifted Starscream to his dome-shaped face. " Epsilon Supreme commands! You shall not speak unless spoken to! "

Starscream looked straight at the titan's face. It seemed to mean business. He then looked at the robot's left hand, or rather the lack of it. It's left arm terminated in a massive cannon. He nodded complacently.

Epsilon Supreme dropped Starscream as if he was a spent Energon Star. " Epsilon Supreme states! The council is aware of the presence of the Chaos Bringer and his subsequent influence of the traitor now know as Galvatron. They have prepared a liaison. "

Soundwave stood in the customary manner and spoke loudly. " O Guardian! Who have they appointed? "

Epsilon gestured to his rear and a regular Transformer sized door opened. A black figure entered the room. The figure appeared to be oozing fire and smoke of a sort. When it got closer Epsilon Supreme stepped back and the doors closed, leaving the mysterious figure and the three alone in the hallway.

" Well hello gentlemen. " Said the robot in a strangely creepy voice. " It's been a long time..."

Starscream aimed his cannons at the Transformer. " Oh no way! I'll fight the Chaos Bringer myself sooner than I'll work with The Fallen! "

" Stand down you fool! He is of no danger to us! " Said Shockwave. " He is the emissary. "

The Fallen laughed. " I guess I am. Well technically anyway. "

" No! " Protested Starscream . " He works for that illusion as well! "

" No Starscream, " Said Soundwave in a cascade of random tones. " You are mistaken. He does not work for Unicron. Isn't that correct, nameless one? "

" I suppose it is " Said the Ancient Transformer. Working for is not the same as working with, he thought.

Unicron was again pleased.

whole of Seibertron gave off its own unique scent which no matter how faint, was overpowering. He could accurately discern the location of every last thing he could smell, which to his own reckoning was the whole of the galaxy. He knew that in the far reaches of his minds edge there was a reason, a purpose, some thing or task he was set to do, but whatever that was, was insignificant. He was ravenously hungry, and that beat out any other pressing task he had at the moment. Powersurge made one last feel of the surface of the planet to confirm his decision. There, in his chosen spot, lay a bounty of energy in such delicious forms! The colors, flavors and smells he perceived were most certainly those of his favorite meals; self aware programings! He summoned up an impossibly small amount of his rapidly dissipating energy and moved the whole of his being, body and mind, instantaneously to his eating place. He felt/saw thousands of beings, all of which seemed disturbed or puzzled by his presence. It did not concern him. He was hungry and thousands of potential meals lay there for his taking.

He separated his material form into a mass of wriggling tentacles of glowing gold metal. After a moment of motor-skill co-ordination, he lashed them out at all possible targets. The feeble lesser beings had no chance to react as he ensnared the whole of the City or Iaocon, while each strike was independent, he attacked with such speed that all the inhabitants though they were hit simultaneously. Thousands of Seibertronian sparks we dissolved and absorbed into the collective that was known as Powersurge. In less than an instant ten percent of the whole of the Transformers’ race had perished. For less than that time Powersurge felt satiated. As soon as he dined, he knew without a doubt, it was time Powersurge smelled and tasted the whole of the planet. Every last spark of energy on the to eat again.

Ultra Magnus stood on Lookout Point alongside his aide Crossroads. From their vantage, it appeared the whole city had momentarily been covered in gold-plating and then dissolved. Crossroads retracted his visual enhancers. He grew weak in the knees at the sight they beheld. Ultra Magnus seemed unmoved. He stood, motionless and expressionless, gazing at the mass of gold liquid that was slowly moving across the surface of his beloved city. Crossroads thought of trying to say something comforting to his Commander, but decided against it when he saw he had his hands clenched into fists so tightly his digits were piercing through his exo-skins causing a trickle of lubricants leak

“Boss, what do you reckon that thing is?” Crossroads asked. “ And what do you think we should do about it?” He had never in his young life of 35,000 years seen anything like it.

Ultra Magnus stared intently at the gold glowing liquid. “ I don’t know what it is. But it melted my city. And it is going to be deleted.” He turned to face his aide. “ Just like it deleted my family.”

Crossroads gave a small gasp. He remembered that Ultra Magnus was in fact related to the most noble of all Autobot factions, the Family of Primes, which for countless eons inhabited Iaocon City’s affluent North Side. It was the same area that had just been wiped from existence by a completely unknown thing. Suddenly it became boldly obvious what had just happened. “ Boss, you don’t mean..” Crossroads began.

Ultra Magnus turned away from Crossroads and stared back at the scene of carnage. “That’s right. Optimus Prime is dead.”

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