Primus and Unicron fought bitterly. Primus did everything in his power to gain the upper hand, but Unicron always had something else up his sleeve. Primus hated this fight and actually regretted fighting back. He had no idea if his beloved Makers were even doing anything or if his Primes were still there.
"Just give up, Primus!" Unicron shouted for the umpteenth time when he got Primus in a lock again. "It will be better for you to be finished now than for you to struggle!"
"You've been saying that for ages now," Primus answered, getting out of the lock and maneuvered Unicron into a lock. "And every time I ask you to stop this foolishness."
Unicron got mad, broke out of the lock and made to punch Primus. Primus would've blocked it using his wings, like he always does, but something strange happened. So strange that Primus and Unicron stopped fighting for a few seconds to comprehend what just happened.
Before Primus could block the punch, a beam of bright blue light hit Unicron from the side and pushed him away from Primus. Both Unicron and Primus turned to the direction from where the beam came from, both very surprised at what they saw, especially Primus. They saw the Thirteen Primes, all holding a weapon, and the Makers floating in the air looking exactly the same as before. Primus, realizing that he was still in a battle of Good against Evil, flew to his Makers and joined the Primes, who were all in battle stance.
"What in the heck are you all doing?!" Primus shouted.
"Oh, we're sorry," Galactron said quite sarcastically.
"We didn't know you didn't want any help!" Galactia said letting her sarcasm show completely.
"A thank you would've been nice," Galactica stated.
"Thank you?" Primus asked, getting rather upset that the Makers brought the Primes here.
"Why, you're welcome!" Galactus said, pretending that Primus said 'thank you' instead of asked 'thank you'.
"Makers, you can't bring the Primes here to a battlefield! I appreciate that you wish to help, but I will not allow them to lose their lives now. This is between me and Unicron!"
"We know that you don't want anything to happen to your Primes," Galactica told.
"But they are our Primes, too," Galactus stated seriously.
"We've taken every measure that is necessary to ensure their safety," Galactia informed.
"Plus, they wanted to help," Galactron said, pointing to the Primes. Primus looked at the Primes and saw that they all really wanted to help. Before Primus could say anything, Unicron went to attack from behind. Luckily, Optimus saw him coming before every one else, he grabbed the Star Saber from Prima, who was right next to him, and sliced the air making another beam of blue light that hit Unicron away.
"Woah." Pretty much everyone said. Primus looked at the young Prime and smiled for the first time in aeons. He sighed and then gave in, "Alright, you can help. Just be very careful and listen to everything I tell you."
Primus spread out his wings and flew towards the battlefield. The Primes all charged in the same direction, Prima with the Star Saber back in his grasp took the lead. All fourteen of them attacked Unicron.
The Makers floated nearby, since they couldn't possibly interfere with all the clashing. Instead, they discussed other things that they could do.
"Maybe we can shut Unicron down?" Galactus suggested.
"That would've been a great idea if we didn't already suggest that over two thousand years ago!" Galactica said.
"Plus, even if we didn't suggest it we didn't make an off switch for him," Galactron mentioned.
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The Makers
FanfictionOkay, first of all, if the Transformers are robots who made them? You're probably going to say their creator, Primus, right? Well, you're right! And wrong at the same time. Primus is also a giant robot. So, who made him? Now you're starting to ask t...
