Rise | Transformers Prime fanfic

Chapter 129

"WHAT?"

Poet breathed out heavily, still in the position of punching Blackscar, who was now standing up shakily and snarling in anger about what had just happened to him.

Optimus looked up in surprise, his optics showing confusion from the human saving him. He had been loyal to Unicron for all three years of his rein now, why change all of a sudden now?

Poet finally slowly came out of the position with a sigh as he flexed his fingers. "Man, I've been waiting to do that for awhile." He said as he rotated his shoulder. Unicron snarled angrily down at him.

"What is the meaning of this?" He boomed angrily with a hard stare at Poet. "You dare go against your master?" The god exclaimed with a stomp of his foot. Poet chuckled as he pressed up against his chin, and to everyone's surprise the skin shifted.

"I dare do it, if it means—" Poet pressed his forehead and some more skin shifted. "—saving the universe." Poet grabbed the shifted skin on his forehead and peeled it back toward his hair, revealing instead of light brown hair, he had pitch black, fluffy hair.

"Besides, being the master, ruler, whatever you wanna call it, of so many people—" Poet grabbed the skin at his chin and began to peel, his voice wavering, as if it was changing.

"—is so last year."

Poet ripped off the skin in a instant, throwing it to the ground as it glitched some rainbow colors, changing its original look. The Autobots and Decepticons watching gaped in shock and happiness, not being able to believe their optics.

Unicron had a look of anger and disbelief on his face plates and snarled at the sight in front of him.

"You."

"Oh, don't tell me you forgot my name already? Jackson Darby, your son? Ring a bell? Destroyed my home, kidnapped me, made me fight for entertainment and then yeeted me into a space bridge in attempt of second degree murder. No, first degree. Wait, did you plan to throw us into cybertron?"

"I plan to make sure you did once and for awhile." Unicron snarled as Jack walked forward with his mechanical arm opened up as he messed with it. "Dude, I highly doubt it." Jack said as he stopped a few feet originally from where he was and closed his arm, flexing his fingers to make sure they were working properly.

A space bridge opened up behind Unicron, which he ignored, more concerned of the human he believed to have died.

June gaped in shock and happiness from where she watching on earth, safe in Unicron's ship. "Jack...Jack, my baby...Jack." She whimpered and fell onto her butt and hugged herself, letting out a sob of happiness.

Unicron snarled at his son. "And you think you have a chance against my army, even if your friends are alive, you would still be outnumbered."

Jack smirked. "That's what you think, dad."

"Autobots—...anybody listening—Cybertro—...rein—"

Unicron turned around slowly to the recording of a familiar voice, seeing that Soundwave had suddenly appeared behind him, which he guessed she did via space bridge.

The recording played a bit more, with the words 'freedom' and 'so be it' popping out a few times. Unicron looked closer on the face plate of the silent femme and saw that this time there was a date on it, marking what time it had been brocasted.

And just underneath the soundwaves read 'September 18th, 2017'.

Yesterday.

Jack smirked as Unicron turned around, trying to hold the slight fear in his spark from showing on his face plates. "I think it's time we get this party started." Jack said as he raised his cybernetic arm that now held a button and grinned widely as he pressed it.

And all Unicron and his army could do was watch in horror at the madness that button unleashed.

~

Amal clicked the button after a deep breath, opening her eyes.

"Captain's log, September 18th, 2017. Three years since Unicron took over earth..." Amal breathed in. "Autobots...Decepticons...Predacons, anybody listening—" Amal breathed out.

"This is a message to those looking for their home, to those who have been lost amongst the stars for eons, wether it be to Cybertron's fall or Unicron's rein, this is for those seeking answers for their abandonment.

"My name is Amalgamous, I am of the human species, but I myself am a Decepticon, born and raised. Unicron has taken my home, my freedom, and my family, as he has taken many others, including the human race's."

Amal felt a sudden rush of emotions flood over her; anger, fear, sadness, all of it pouring onto her. Her fists began to shake as it held the microphone. Jazz noticed and reached for her but had his servo caught by Ironhide, who shook his helm before Amal continued.

"He has hurt my family in any way possible, and he won't stop doing it. He has changed my home, and plans to do the same to Cybertron...but not if we don't let him.

"All of us, humans and Cybertronians, have suffered at the servos of Unicron for too long. And it is something I will not stand for anymore." Amal's other hand dug into the desk out of the anger she felt.

"We will face our darkest hour when facing him, but the darkest can only lead to light. Our alliances do not matter now; Autobot, Decepticon, Predacon, none of it matters when Unicron lives. He does not care of what faction we are apart of, and neither should you as he continues to slaughter and use our brothers and sisters."

A few tears rolled down the young girls face as the rage in her was slowly letting out.

"But this...is our moment to save them. This is the time to rise up and take a stand against what Unicron has put us through. This is the time to make him feel what we have gone through, and take back what is ours...including Cybertron and Earth."

Amal breathed out, choking back her emotions.

"And if nobody hears this, so be it. If nobody answers our pleas, so be it. If nobody joins the fight for our home and our freedom, so be it. Because it will not change the fact that we will be there. All present behind me: Astrotrain, Shockwave, Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, Elita-One, Chromia, Mirage, Jazz, Ironhide, Wheeljack, Seaspray, Crosshairs, Hound, Hot Rod, Barricade, Thundercracker, Barrage, Prowl, Jetfire, Topsin, Cosmos, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Gears, Grapple, Beachcomber, Tailgate, Cliffjumper, Trailbreaker, Inferno, Skids, Miko Nakadai, Rafael Esquivel, and Jackson Darby, they will be there, fighting for what we deserve."

Amal gazed out the window in front of her, her spark and heart racing as she simply looked at Cybertron's lifeless valley before looking back down at the microphone and breathing in.

"My name is Amalgamous, and this is my call to those looking to fight back. For those looking to rise, fight, and defeat Unicron once and for all. If this is what you want, the coordinates I send will be a safe place for you to be until the time is upon to stop Unicron, under my signal."

Amal smirked.

"Now, who's with me?"

And she let her finger off the button.