"You go no further you bastard, you can’t take the light way from my Cybertron!"
"What do you plan to do you pile of scrap?"
Irrellius leapt forward, firing his last shoulder missile. The missile vaporized Shockwave’s arm. Irrellius scorched himself, the flames fusing his remaining leg joints, as he leapt though the blast. Irrellius’ four-fingered fist wrapped itself around Shockwave’s head, bending it, and breaking Shockwave’s neck. Despite that, Shockwave kept control through the few remaining wires connecting his head to his body.
"You! I should pull your spark out! No! Wait, I know, something worse. You love Iacon so much? How would you like to live the last moments of your life knowing Iacon dies because of you?" With that, Shockwave threw Irrellius, sending him through the power grid. The grid fizzled out, and all over Iacon echoed the sound of every defense station powering down. "Now I have won, My mercenaries are victorious."
"Iacon may die, but you won’t see it."
"What will you do, you pathetic Autobot?"
"Not much, just this" With that, Irrellius reached back, grabbed his jetpack, ripped it from his chassis, and threw it at Shockwave. Shockwave stood and watched, not comprehending, as Irrellius threw the jet pack, his Arc-welder ignited from his wrist, it’s flames barely touching the jet pack, but that was enough. The jet pack fuel ignited, and a huge fireball enveloped Shockwave. Shockwave’s body flew over a mile. It landed on a rooftop. The battle was over. Without Shockwave, the mercenaries were working for free. Mercenaries do not do that. Suddenly a great whine was heard. Jet fighters. Over a hundred from what Irrellius could see. A robot landed next to Shockwave. A famous robot. Irrellius recognized him immediately. The Decepticons had arrived. Megatron was here. Shockwave lay on a rooftop, he had skipped across three and landed here. Megatron landed next to his immobilized form, and for the first time in his life, Shockwave felt fear. Megatron held Shockwave up with one hand, and said to Shockwave: "You are mine. Your soldiers are mine." Then he declared aloud, so the whole city could hear. " Join the Decepticons or die. Nothing that is not Decepticon walks from this city today!"
Irrellius heard this, and fear rose. He HAD to stop this he just HAD to, he didn’t care how. He could no longer move his body, the blast fused most of him to the room, his limbs were little more than puddles of molten slag. But his engine still ran, and it revved in rage. He needed to defend this city. He could not move, but he just HAD to defend the city. His engine was redlining, and his rage built. He felt so helpless. He needed to help. His engine was almost overheating.
Suddenly, from many places, laser bolts shot up and hit the Decepticon jets. It took Irrellius a few seconds to realize that it was the defense grid. The lasers were at a low setting, Irrellius had no idea where their power was coming from, him being where the power source should be. then it hit him ‘I am the power source. I power Iacon.’ he quickly put as much of his power as possible into the power grid, shutting down and redirecting all his system, until only three percent of his energon was devoted to him. He overrode his computer safeguards, and told the computer to feed the last three- percent of his energon reserves into the grid. He realized that in seconds he would die. ‘I just need more power, I cannot power all of Iacon’s defenses by myself. I need more power, I don’t care where it comes from, I just need to help all the innocent citizens, I need to save something, I don’t ant to come all this way just to fail.’
He realized that his last seconds seemed to last a long time. He checked his computer, and confirmed that all his energy was being fed to Iacon. Suddenly he felt something new, a power inside him. He saw as Iacon’s defense batteries power increased exponentially. The shots ripped apart Decepticons in single shots. He felt this power, his pain vanished, and his eyes widened. Suddenly there was a voice inside his head. "You have succeeded." "Succeeded? How? Who are you?"
"We are those who fell today. We are those that fell yesterday. We are all who have fallen trying to defend peace. We are those that have joined with Cybertron." "Why are you here?"
"You summoned our sparks. Your power, your devotion, your defending the name of freedom. It called to us, so now we do what we can to help. Our power is yours. Our sparks are yours." "But...Why?"
"You are a weapon of peace, together we fight against the tides of darkness that envelop the hearts and minds, the very sparks of the wicked." "I have your power? Power to run all of Iacon? Can I do all of that?"
"You can do anything. Anything you put your mind to can be done"
From the front lines of battle, Megatron continued to atomize the defense systems, battery by battery. Then the entire city quaked, as if in fear of a greater power. Suddenly, a blinding flash appeared from the central capitol tower, the flash stayed, and suddenly, from the top of the tower, a crackling blue energy appeared. The energy hit the ground around the capitol, encircling it, and spread outward. Megatron stared in mute disbelief as the light hit his soldiers, any Decepticons who touched the path of the light were thrown. The strong, and the weak. He watched as any soldier hit was thrown. Not just thrown back a bit, they were quite literally lit on fire and sent into orbit. Megatron knew many would not survive that. He almost pitied them, but then caught himself. This was a battle, there was no time to mourn the dead, there were still soldiers alive, and as long as there were soldiers, the war was not over. But this battle was. "Decepticons Retreat!"
The energy passed through everything else, expelling all Decepticons from Iacon. Megatron landed back on the rooftop with Shockwave. "You are here to save me?" Shockwave asked questioningly.
"Possibly. You might survive. You have another function."
"What?"
"You see the energy? Neither of us has the speed to escape it. You will serve to shield me from your namesake."
"What? You cannot be serious."
"I don’t make jokes. Consider this a test of strength. A test of worthiness. You either stay laying on this roof, or you are my shield. Either way you will be blasted, and only one way guarantees that if you survive, you will be repaired."
"Very well. What choice do I have?"
"None whatsoever."
For the second time in his life, Shockwave felt fear. The two Cybertronians were enveloped in the light.
The energy reached the outskirts, and stopped. It filled out into a dome. Iacon had a new shield, much more powerful. The mangled defense droids, covered on a golden light, stood again and kept vigil pover the glimmering city. All over the city, drones came online, and the rebuilding of Iacon began.
Inside the power grid of the City, Irrellius watched, and suddenly saw that he was not alone. Suddenly, he looked up, and saw another bot famous on the news media clips. "Alpha Trion? Are you really him?"
"Yes. I am. You have done well, leader of the Autobots."
"Leader? But I thought you were leader of the Autobots."
"I cannot lead the Autobots, they need someone who can fight, someone who can be on the battlefield. You have proven that you have the power. You are the pillar the Autobots need."
"I’m not a soldier, I’m a builder, I don’t want to fight anymore, I’m not worthy. I can’t send troops off to die, I want them all to live."
"You have tapped a power dormant for millennia, a power that is said to light only the darkest hour. You have proven you have the courage and strength to be great, to protect all. Without one such as yourself, all Autobots will likely die. Even more so now, all will need your help. The power from this battle has touched even the core of this planet. Only one with the power to unite the courageous can fix the damage done by these battles, to stop the carnage and bring peace to Cybertron before it is destroyed. The Autobots, no, all Cybertronians need your spark, or should I say sparks?"
"You can have the other sparks, but I have found a new home, a home that will help all."
"Oh, what is that?"
"The city. I want to be this city. I want to power it, I want to build it, I want to live in it."
"What about the other souls? Their energy?"
"Take the spark in my old body, the one laying in the control room."
"What do you mean?"
"I have moved on. Iacon is my new body. I may not be mobile, I may not get to explore the universe, but I now defend millions, my power recharges them, and my machines, my new arms, build their housing, and repairs them. I have finally found a place where I can do the most good."
"What about Megatron? He hasn’t been defeated, and he will be back. We need the Autobots to defeat him, and they need the light of good."
"Take that spark Matrix from my body, and find someone who can leave this paradise. I have achieved my dream, to simply live in Iacon in peace. I, as Iacon, will do all I can to ensure Megatron will never hold this city. Every facet of my spark is devoted to the justice of those that live here, none who stay will ever know fear within this great metropolis."
"Today you have touched Primus himself. Legend says when that happens one finds piece of mind. If you are so sure, then this decision must be in Primus’ plans. This energy you have collected, this "Matrix of souls" will be that which powers the next Autobot leader. A true leader. A warrior. Good luck, you have the support of the Autobots from now on."
"And you have mine, but I would prefer it if you were the only one who knows this city has a spark. I’m not too good in the public eye."
In another time, in another century…..
Daniel and Kup walk across the courtyard to Cybertron’s capitol building, on the way to see Rodimus in the political arena. Suddenly something catches Daniel’s eye. "Kup, What is that?"
"That over there? It’s one of Cybertron’s most famous landmarks. It’s Irrellius’ Crater."
"What is it?"
"Well, they say, that during a battle, a force came to Cybertron, a force of good. It landed there, and created the physical form of the Matrix, and threw all the Decepticons out of Iacon forever... . That’s all anyone knows."
"Forever?"
"Ever since that day, no Decepticon has been able to hold Iacon, all who try fail, strange things happen, and they lose."
"Strange things? Like what?"
"The doors shutting at the wrong times, garbage drones crashing into them, Decepticons don’t last long, and most people attribute it to Irrellius’ crater, but no one knows how it works. The Decepticons even left the city empty when they had conquered Cybertron, cause they couldn't figure it out either."
"Where did the name come from?"
"That’s a mystery."
"You don’t know? "
"That was waaay before my time"
