Capítulo 5: Confrontation
Downfall waited in silence as the Commander simply watched the cube within the grasp of his metallic oversized hand.
As a minute passed and Downfall was about to speak, the commander finally moved.
The cube in his hand started to rumble with a soft 'hum' as sparks flew from it, electricity discharging as the cube rose to suspend itself about a meter above the hand.
Downfall's receivers picked up a massive amount of energy being released from the Allspark, and as if to respond in kind, the commander's body started to release an immense amount of heat.
[Increasing power output… shutting down units… increasing processing power…]
Whatever was trying to stop the commander from accessing the cube… was slowly failing. It was formidable, it might even be alive, but it was outmatched in speed, strength and resources.
The commander brutally tore through the defense of the cube, tearing through the code like a shark that smelled blood, taking it apart then reconstructing it as he could almost feel the other presence inside the cube almost writhe in pain.
After a nanosecond, an almost admirable defense, a single transmission almost broke through the cube.
["NOOO…"]
[Asset Retrieval Completed.]
The transmission was caught, stripped piece by piece as a set of coordinates lit up in front of the commander. It was the location the transmission was trying to travel towards.
[Optional Objective: Investigate the location for Cybertronian technology.]
It would stand to reason that whatever the cube was trying to communicate with was as old if not older than the cube itself. Perhaps the creator, another piece to function in tandem with the cube. Whatever it was, the commander would retrieve it.
As electricity and radiation from the cube escaped into the commander, his outward appearance had also undergone a change, the cannon in his chest having moved to his right shoulder, 3 other lower caliber cannons on the left shoulder, his launchers having been relocated throughout his body, and the head that his body now featured above the shoulders, though only a yellow light could be seen from any observer, missing any of the normal facial features.
Nonetheless, the greatest change was not his shell of a body, it was within. The most prominent that he had discovered was the surprising 'pleasure', or at least he assumed it was, that he had felt ripping through whatever it was that was protecting the cube.
Looking up, the commander saw the sun, and then he slowly turned his head to look around at the scenery.
It was nothing much, just a desert in the blistering sun, but the commander's head moved and scanned it as if it was the most interesting thing he had seen yet.
His concentration was broken by another pulse from the cube, still in its compact form hovering over his right hand.
The commander turned his head as he looked intently at the cube.
["Planetary Grade Power Source. Capable of powering several forge worlds… …. Likely to be Cybertron's power source. It would align with the presence of the warring factions' leaders in this world and the assumed previous leader's ship on the moon. Redirecting constructors to building conversion facilities and energy storage."]
[Calculating design parameters… calculating energy output for stationary scale… approximate parameters for the planetary body 'Cybertron' calculated. Coordinates missing… no effective means of transportation available…]
[Means of transportation located… Optional Objective: Retrieve the crashed Cybertronian ship… Hmm…]
As the commander mulled over his objectives, the ones he himself created… a group of fast-moving signals made their way towards his location.
He turned his body towards the boy laying down on the ground, barely breathing.
[Scanning… 85.3% DNA Match Confirmed. Subject severely lacking in comparison to creator DNA.]
[It is lacking… but…] - the commander thought as he saw through the history of this species that looked so much like the creators.
[... their potential for destruction remains the same… perhaps they could serve as an important resource… though their society would have to be… reconstructed. The illusion of freedom would have to be maintained… yes… 'willing' servitude…a thought to be revisited for sure.]
As the signals approached, the commander turned to see six fast-moving f-22 approaching him on circling vectors.
As they did so, numerous other signals started approaching from the ground.
Leading them was a red and blue truck, Optimus Prime, followed by his lieutenant Ironhide, together with what Autobots were still capable of moving. Behind them were the remaining human forces from Mission City as well as a few new arrivals.
They approached before slowing down as Optimus and the other Autobots transformed.
["Hate to say it, but his cannon is bigger than mine. It may be wise to try one of those peaceful solutions you are always preaching about Prime."]
Optimus optics focused on the unconscious body of the teenager at the giant bot's foot. He also observed the broken body of Starscream and another Decepticon kneeling on the side. He recognized him as the one who kidnaped the human boy alongside the cube.
"My name is Optimus Prime, I am the leader of the Autobots, a faction from a race of robotic organisms of the planet Cybertron. Identify yourself."
The commander's head tilted downwards to meet the Autobot leader's gaze.
"This unit is widely known as a Commander among many species."
"Then... for what purpose have you interfered in our war?"
"Isn't It Obvious?" - The commander asked as he tilted his giant head towards the cube in his mechanical hand.
"What purpose could the Allspark possibly serve you?" - Optimus asked as he gazed at it.
"Resources. It is by far... more effective than harvesting this entire world."
That sentence was enough for Optimus to realize one thing. Whatever this thing was, had already planned to eliminate this world and its inhabitants until it came across the cube. It might have been simple bolster, but he could not be sure, and another powerful enemy was not something they could afford.
…
That said, he did not fight back against Megatron to bend his knee for another tyrant.
"It belongs to Cybertron. I... We, would be grateful if you could return it."
The Commander simply tilted his giant head once again as he looked at Optimus.
"I believe it was an abundantly clear statement when Downfall here took it by force... that I already knew you wouldn't give it willingly, and that I wouldn't have taken it in the first place if I intended to return it later."
Optimus's optics narrowed as he looked at the commander.
"And this disadvantage isn't enough to deter you into taking another course?" - He said while glancing at the fighters in the air and the team behind him, now further joined by a couple of Blackhawk helicopters.
As Optimus spoke, the Autobots behind readied their weapons followed shortly by the humans on foot and in their vehicles.
"Of course, termination of this unit is not worth the value of a single planetary engine... however..." - Commander said as he took a hard look at the cube in his hand, before the light in his face changed to red.
"Ha... Ha-ha... indeed. It has been eons since I was last outnumbered..." - The commander said as a crackling noise resembling a laugh left the machine.
[Is this joy?! HAHAHA, being outnumbered... me. It is fun... This is FUN!!!]
As it thought to itself, the commander also captured a transmission.
'Prepare to attack, retrieve the cube.' - It was a message only directed towards the F-22 and the squads on the Blackhawk, meaning, only towards the newcomers. It seemed as if the leadership of the U.S. wasn't quite comfortable letting this resource go just yet.
The cube in the commander's hand released a burst of energy in the form of a wave as it spread outwards.
It immediately hit the six F-22s, the two Blackhawk, and the three buggies accompanying the Autobots.
The F-22 twisted in the air as they dropped their pilots into the desert, letting them freefall from nearly a hundred meters directly into their deaths.
The buggies shrugged off their drivers as the raised their arms, weapons pointing towards the Autobots and the humans as they scurried off towards the commander.
The last were the Blackhawks, transforming in midair as they sliced up their accompanying crew in mid-air before heading towards the commander's side.
The commander merely watched the display before addressing Optimus once more.
"Is this disadvantage enough to deter YOU into taking another course?" - the commander threw his words right back at him.
As they remained silent, the commander browsed through the military network, he could see the fleets moving into position to attack him... however it didn't matter.
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(Meanwhile)
The President of the United States of America. The most powerful country in the world. Most would call him lucky to be in such a position. They wouldn't know how many he trampled to attain it. Nevertheless, a day like this made him regret ever aiming for the post.
The entire building was on its feet within minutes as phones wouldn't stop ringing.
A man dressed in a simple suit made his way through numerous doors, nearly shoving security apart as he made his way inside an underground meeting room.
"MR. PRESIDENT, IT HAS BEEN CONFIRMED. CHINESE FORCES ARE MAKING THEIR WAY FROM INTERNATIONAL WATERS INTO U.S TERRITORY."
Just as he finished talking an admiral that was already standing inside the office slammed his phone into the table.
"We have lost contact with the 4th fleet including any satellite visual."
Before he could continue another admiral entered the room.
"MR. President, we have unknown forces approaching the Gulf. They have disregarded any warning and are heading towards the location of the Destroyer U.S.S KID. It is likely another security breach and they are probably after the prototype rail gun onboard."
"Let the captain judge the situation for himself, but that weapon must not fall into enemy hands. If all else fails scuttle the ship to prevent the worst. As for the Chinese, do we have any explanation on their side?"
The man in the suit straightened himself before speaking.
"Yes sir, they are requesting the release of the Chinese Special Guest, the entity known as 'Commander', into their custody for immediate extradition to China."
"..."
"..."
"WHAT?!"
"It was their last communication, after which we lost all satellite tracking. They only left a channel open for a response. As of two minutes ago, we have no communication with any of our fleets or forces outside of the US land borders. Any incoming news is from periodically opening channels."
"...It's toying with us... or simply letting us know we can't do anything. GOD DAMN HEAP OF JUNK!!!"
"..."
Turning to look at his staff one more time, the president composed himself, and made a decision.
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