Coalescence

“Hold on. I think those are Autobots. One is a sort of silver and blue race car thing with
red windows. And the other has a large white, gray, and red curvy space form. Oh.”
Even Hot Shot’s monotonous voice found a way to deflate. “They have red symbols.”
“Shut down the gate.” The giant ordered.
“What about Hot Shot, shouldn’t we try to get him back?” Strongarm pried. “There’s
got to be a…”
“Sorry, Strong-Babe, the gate’s one way. We all knew that going into this mission.”
Jetstorm shrugged.
The giant scowled. “Get ready for the next trial.”
“The Fallen?” Only a slightly raised metal brow belied Cyclonus’ confusion.
“I sure you had all figured that out by now. He wasn’t keeping it a particularly close
secret.” Beta Maxx’s voice warbled.
“Right, yeah. We all knew that.” Darkwing coughed. “Who’s the Fallen?”
“My, my. Didn’t your little friend Cliffjumper tell you about the original Thirteen
Transformers? The original Primes? It’s very important lore to the positive universes.
Very important.”
“Cliffjumper…” Cyclonus glanced over to Darkwing. “…is a very difficult Autobot to
have a conversation with.”
“Well, suffice it to say, they don’t build Cybertronians like that anymore. As you’ve no
doubt seen he’s big, strong, and has powers beyond understanding.” Beta Maxx stroked
his chin. “One might be tempted to call him a god.”
“Especially if they’re Norsemen.” Sephie scoffed. “So what does this magical god
snowman want with your Underbase, and what does it have to do with Jetstorm and the
rest?”
“Ah-ha! Right to the point, right to the point indeed! Very well, let’s go for it.” The
diminutive purple robot pointed both his index fingers at Sephie. “He arrived over two
years ago, in a flash of blinding light. He was an inferno of emotion, and just like the
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