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When You Pissed Off The Wrong Mech...

Location: The Grand Realm of Primes.

"Guys, perhaps it is time to wrap things up. I have a feeling that we're pulling it too far now." Alpha Trion sighed, wringing his wrist anxiously.

Liege Maximo and Megatronus rolled their optics, unfazed with the old mech's words.

"You ALWAYS worry, Trion." Liege grunted, dully checking his digits.

"Don't bother, Alpha Trion. We're still missing one more crucial plot for Anna." Megatronus rolled his joints and let out a bored yawn.

"I-I think I'd have to agree with Alpha; this is too much." Alchemist said, worried for the young girl in the realm she does not belong. "You're planning on sending the girl into a timeskip, taking her straight to meeting up with Megatron."

"Problem?" Liege Maximo raised an optic ridge, challenging the owner of Maccadam's Oilhouse.

"SHE'S GOING TO DIE BEFORE SHE COULD EVEN TALK SENSE TO MEGATRON!" Alpha Trion snapped, making his quill and book appear. "We NEED to end this, NOW."

"I firmly believed you were one with no emotions; it seems like I have been proven wrong today!" Liege Maximo chuckled slyly, twirling his darts in the air. "Unfortunately, you're not my match, Alphy. Save the drama and enjoy the show please."

"MEGATRONUS!" Solus yelled, slamming open the grand doors with anger. There in the middle of the grand hall sat Megatronus, who was sipping his high-grade in a carefree manner. "YOU ALTERED THE STORY!?" She screeched; optics brightened with fury.

"Hello to you to, Solus."

"Frag you! I AM OUT OF THIS!" She snarled, retrieving her datapad and handed it to Alpha Trion. "Send Anna back; I don't care how!"

"Aww, but this is just a prank!" Amalgamous whined innocently, the mech had been blindly led around by his brothers.

"Yeah! We won't harm Anna, we swear!" Nexus chipped in, processor-washed by Liege Maximo. "Besides, this is sort of a payback for us, you know?"

"WHAT IN THE PITS ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?" Solus yelled, slamming her servos down on the glass table, shattering it.

"Oh dear, and just when I was about to enjoy the luxury of putting my cube down on this magnificent table." Liege sighed and tipped his drink to his dermas.

"W-Well, don't get mad!" Nexus gulped, fearing the sole femme in their group. "It's just our tiny revenge for not receiving a hug from the child AU, remember?"

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"YOU BUNCH OF SLAGGING-" Solus's fist was stopped by the old archivist, who merely gave her a denying look. Growling profanities, the lady Prime went to a corner to brood, tugging the head of Iacon Hall of Records with her.

"Consider it an...experiment. After all, we're makers, aren't we Sol?"

Quintus's words snapped the last remaining thread of patience in Solus Prime and she roared, spinning around and tackled the mech down in a flash. The femme grabbed the scientist by his neck cables, trying to choke the mech for his heartless statement.

"I'LL SHOW YOU HOW I MAKE YOU DIE, YOU GLITCH!!"

Almost succeeding, Solus Prime was enraged when she got pulled away by Alchemist and Alpha Trion, both having a hard time containing the furious Prime.