Sensibility Spawns Lots Of Good Outcomes Book 1

Chapter 143: New Superpowers

(Uniend Cluster 831.1012.514.1014.25.07.02.23.32 Zeta-Alpha-Kappa, Tuesday, August 24th, 2010, first person POV: Ivan Miller...)

It's been about almost one week since Hawkmonger, Warhound, Infernoeagle, Wardog, Warhawk, Shadowcharger, Cyclonefang, Starshouter, Skyhunter, Battleflier, Furywing, Stormseeker, Warfalcon, Warchaser, and Blitzhawk rejoined the Decepticons, since the Scraplet infestation, and since we recruited Mahagua, Cristano, Aciano, Blodwyn, Nigella, Begonia, Spirittrack, Goalsong, Coalthong, Polelong, Soulwave, Catharblade, and Flameforge, seven of them being the last seven fragments of the Allspark in an infant form.

For now, things are normal, including the fact that Smokeedge and Photonblade made good use in using their Mini-Forge and their normal forge hammers along with Solus Prime's help to repair and upgrade the technology of the base even further, along with building lots and lots and lots of defenses against even the likes of the Nemesis.

One could say that the defenses were equal to the defenses and weapons of the Nemesis, the Ark, the Darksyde, the Axalon, the Thunder Arrow, the Peaceful Tyranny, and pretty much other kinds of Autobot, Decepticon, Maximal, and Predacon ships. Particularly among them being Obliterator and Doomsday-class Decepticon warships.

Ratchet was ecstatic, and this was becoming a new thing: every time the Autobots gain another advantage over the Decepticons to utilize someday in the future, Ratchet would metaphorically sing praises towards the originator of such ideas.

At the present time, I was watching Rafael and Jack playing vid games while Miko and Bumblebee were watching me.

Man, I guess the news about me using my powers with Sentinel Prime's respective permission reaches everyone in the base fast enough to be comparable to a quickly-spreading forest wildfire.

Then, as I started getting bored, I went to the roof of the silo after letting everyone know what I was doing.

I couldn't take any chances in case anyone accidentally surprised me or in case someone thought I was doing something I shouldn't.

I took the elevator to the roof and I looked at the landscape of Jasper, Nevada.

Really, it's at times like these that I take the time to appreciate things like this before it's too late.

Case in point: the outskirts of Jasper leading into the town.

Granted, it's a fictional location not shown on any real world maps in the Quadwal cluster as Vector Prime elegantly called it, but I couldn't help but feel pity for the people that live there.

Pretty soon in the future, unknowingly to them, their homes and their futures there are going to be taken away by the second version of Darkmount, Megatron's official military headquarters in this universe on Cybertron.

In an instant after I finished admiring the view, I noticed that I was standing by Ragebird's former grave mark, his frame having previously had scans of his frame downloaded into Smokeedge's machines that he's successfully used to bring dead Cybertronians back to life, whether as a protoform, or divinely resurrecting them in every way possible which includes de-aging to young adult age and repairing all forms of previous or current damages regardless of severity, or even a combination of both.