Requiem of the Primes

Chapter 6

He shook his helm and stood, grumbling as he turned and looked back at the ledge barely two meters high where his spear was also resting.

Almost half a megacycle after getting his upgrade and he still couldn't get his cog to activate.

"Come on!" He groaned, rapping his digits on his chassis, "I need to transform so I can get back to Vos!"

Of course, he got no reply.

The purple mechling sighed heavily and dragged a servo down his new mask, hefting the spear up and attaching it to his back, "Guess I'm walking home then," He grumbled, kicking a stone, "However long that's going to take."

He finally seemed to make his way out of the small forest, clearing the large leaves in front of him and stepping back out into the semi-desert. The sun had long since disappeared below the horizon and a low fog was setting in over the plain. The mountains seemed to be resting as well, settling down with only the occasional low rumble. He did notice they had parted now to form a valley, a clear path probably home.

M frowned but started walking out into the open, keeping on his pedes in case anything happened.

He didn't keep track of the time though as when he turned and looked back, the jungle and the mountain he'd found the Primes in were gone, swallowed up by the night and fog.

"Huh,' He muttered, "Looks like it's going faster than I thought."

M turned and was just about to take another step when something exploded off to his right, lighting the fog up orange for a second, followed by yells.

His servo immediately grabbed his spear and brought it around, holding it out in front of him but nothing seemed to be coming his way. Instead, the gun shots, yells and screeching seemed to stay there, if not move away slightly.

Wasting no time, the young mech took off running towards it, keeping low as a few stray blasts flew over his helm.

Ahead he could only see blasts of light and moving shadows, followed by the yells and weird screeching. There was the sound of someone transforming a limb, followed by loud booms.

"Frag it all these Quint! Die you damn spawn of Unicron!"

He paused.

Quint?

As in Quintesson?

Was someone fighting a Quintesson out here?! He knew there were still skirmishes but this close to Vos?

He didn't have time to think any more as the bot yelled and crashed, a large disfigured shadow looming over them and raising a spear.

"Hey! Scrap heap!" M quickly yelled and ran forward, making the thing stop and look in his direction just in time for the large spear to hit it square in the chest with a wet thunk.

It screeched and went down, writhing for a second before going still.

The young mech ran up and yanked his weapon out, grimacing down at the grotesque-looking Quintesson corpse before turning in a circle, "Are there more?" He called to the mech behind him, not looking back.

"Three!" A screechy and familiar voice called as he staggered to his pedes, "My seekers should be dealing with them and... hold on! How old are you? You seem familiar!"

M's helm perked up when he heard more yells, followed by flashes of light, "You can ask questions later!" He called and took off running, "Right now we need to help them!"

He sprung into the fog, looking around and trying to discern who was who. But they seemed to be moving around in circles as the noises kept changing.

He froze, gripping the spear that was lifted above his helm, ready to throw it but hesitant out of fear of hitting one of his own. The lights and fog seemed to distort his vision, confusing him further.