Shadowcon canon history

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I just first want to say thanks to all of you who have helped me bring the Shadowcons to life. With the Shadowcons, I wanted to not only bring a new faction to life but a faction that most transformrs fans can relate to. Most of the Shadowcons are based off of real people... my friends, your friends. I also tried to bring into the history much from the cartoons and the newer movies. So... my first post in our history will be a short back history leading up to the first chapter and the Shadowcons creation.

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-SHADOWCON HISTORY-
-THE BEGINNING-
In the beginning, in a dimension filled with life energy, called (ZONE ENERGY), there was only one (SPARK), spawned from primal energies of that plane. The Original Spark had the ability to split and create new (SPARKS). Its offspring shared this ability as well. It divided into several smaller Sparks, each possessing unimaginable power. Some of these Sparks were violent and territorial, while others were peaceful, benevolent and shunned their brutal siblings. Many of the brutal Sparks left the Zone Dimension, spread out across the universe, while the benevolent ones remained behind, growing in wisdom and knowledge.

The violent Sparks devoured all life and destroyed all matter they encountered, growing stronger and stronger. When there was no matter left to devour they turned on each other. Most were destroyed or devoured by a powerful, (DARK SPARK). Some of the violent ones fled to other dimensions to escape the Dark Spark. Eventually all matter was destroyed and all life in the universe devoured. All that was left was the Dark Spark. Finally content, the Dark Spark slumbered.

As it slept, the cosmic fragments of destroyed matter reacted with each other and created a new universe. Many of the benevolent Sparks left the Zone Dimension and nurtured the newborn life that was growing in the universe.

Eventually, the Dark Spark awoke, and without questioning how this new universe came to be, began destroying and devouring anew. All other Sparks but one of the benevolent Sparks were destroyed or devoured by the Dark Spark. This Dark Spark was named (UNICRON) and his lone benevolent sibling Spark was known as (PRIMUS)

UNICRON……..Originally energy based in nature (Spark); Unicron traveled space and time seeking out other Sparks and feeding on their power to grow and become more powerful. Once Unicron tracked down the last of his sibling Sparks, they battled for eons, causing mass destruction. During this time Unicron manifested his power and created a new physical form for himself. Unicron sensed that one day his sibling Spark known as Primus would become more powerful and Unicron’s physical form would be destroyed. To prepare for this he began to place small portions of his life force into capsules, and when, ultimately, his premonition came true, they were teleported throughout the universe. After Unicron’s physical form was destroyed, Primus then tricked Unicron into merging with a (SPHERE) shaped device that Unicron planed on using as a new physical form. This was not to be as this sphere was a prison device crated by Primus to hold Unicron or the (DARK SPARK). Unicron was forever more trapped in this sphere but this fate also was to be that of Primus as it is not known how but Primus was as well trapped in a (CUBE) shaped prison device.

PRIMUS……..While Unicron represented chaos, Primus represented order. The destruction caused by Unicron shocked Primus and he vowed to act as a defender of life throughout the Universe. At this time, Primus took on a physical form. Realizing the destruction caused by there escalating conflict ran counter to his primary goal of defending life, Primus massed enough energy to destroy Unicron’s physical form and trick him into trapping himself in a (SPHERE) shaped prison device but somehow fell to the same fate. As Primus’s energy levels were all but depleted from battling and destroying Unicron’s physical form, Primus was to weak and found himself also trapped in a second (CUBE) shaped prison device.

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While trapped in their new prisons, the two would drift through space and over time find new homes. Still in his prison, Unicron drifted until he found himself being pulled into some kind of space storm. It would take him a few hundred years before he finally passed through and into the center of the storm. Once inside, he was aware that there was a small system of three planets and other solar debris that must have also been pulled in and trapped. They orbited a very small dark purple spear of energy. It was not a Star but more a mass of raw dark energy. It gave off a power that seemed familiar. It was Zone Energy; it was the leftover residual energy of (The Original Spark) that had split to create Unicron and all his other sibling Sparks in the past. Unicron had somehow drifted through Space and found his way back to the point where it all first started.

He was back in the Zone Dimension but over time it had changed. It was now a dark lifeless place, a (Void) where things like planets and all types of energies were now trapped. Unicron continued to drift toward it until his spear shaped prison was sucked into the mass of purple energy. It engulfed his prison and his life force inside. A violent merging took place and together, Unicron and the raw energy became one and grew. One of the three orbiting planets was absorbed as it was to close. The other two took energy spikes from the merging and began to glow. Slowly these two planets became dotted with volcanoes and their cores swelled with raw dark energies. Unicron had now swelled and grew to the point that he could very well be a small Star himself. He had become even more powerful than he had ever been in the past. He was somehow still trapped in the sphere prison which was now merged with the raw Zone Energy of The Original Spark. Something was not right. He felt the raw untamed power flowing through him but was not able to move, to reach out and release himself from the prison. Then it came to him. In the past, just before Primus destroyed his physical form, he teleported capsules filled with small amounts of his life force out into the Universe so he would not be ultimately destroyed and one day others would find these capsules, bring them to him and his essence would be whole again. That was it; he needed to find these capsules.

Unicron continued to grow in power. He was able to reach out with his mind, beyond the interference of the surrounding energy storms of the Void as he now called it and taped into the minds of other sentient life. In doing so he was able to track down and find all of the capsules but not before Primus was able to destroy the last capsule, forever imprisoning Unicron in the Void. Unicron used many random races to do his bidding outside of the Void. Some of these races would become his Dark Disciples. One such race was an organic lizard type race known as the (QUINTESSONS) that lived on a number of planets in what is known as (THE ESHEMS NEBULA).

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Some time had passed before Unicron once more sensed that another capsule filled with his essence was out there… somewhere. But how could this be? Hadn’t Primus destroyed the last of his capsules? It didn’t matter now; Unicron had to have this new capsule to free himself from his prison and the Void. On a mining expedition in a cluster of asteroids, a Quintesson mining ship sent by Unicron, unearthed a strange being that had incased herself in stone with another object at her side as if she was guarding it. The Quintesson mining team was able to drill through the stone casing and separated the being from the guarded object. As they loaded the two aboard the ship, the mining ship was attacked by a mystery ship that had emerged from a dimensional portal. The ship was very large and in a matter of seconds, the Quintesson mining ship was destroyed and the new being and object were taken. This new attacking race was known as (THE VOK).

The Vok are a mysterious and powerful alien race who has evolved beyond the corporeal world. They come from another dimension known as (NEXUS ZERO). In this dimension, the Vok are three races that live together as one. They were created by Primus and they are Cybertronian, Human and an unknown lizard like race (maybe Quintesson). All three have evolved and aid Primus in his never ending struggles against Unicron. The Vok are experimenters in dimensional time travel. In their dimension Nexus Zero, both Unicron and Primus exist but both are still in their true energy (SPARK) forms.
In this dimension, Unicron also teleported capsules with small portions of his essence inside, in anticipation that his physical form would be destroyed and he would be imprisoned by Primus.

The Vok helped Primus destroy all but one of Unicron’s capsules in Nexus Zero. As the Vok found the last capsule, a rouge Vok known as (FARSEER) took the capsule and used a form of dimensional time travel, warping her and the capsule to another dimension… this dimension. She was one of very few Vok that were swayed over by Unicron and given the power to be one of his Dark Heralds. The other Vok were granted passage by Primus from Nexus Zero to track Farseer down and retrieve both her and the capsule before she could give it to Unicron of our dimension, allowing him to break free from his prison.

As Farseer came through her dimensional gate, she found herself on an asteroid in an asteroid field. She thought this would be a great place to hide the Capsule from the other Vok until Either Unicron from Nexus Zero or Unicron from this dimension could find her. She imprisoned herself and the capsule in stone to blend in with the asteroid. This is where Farseer and the capsule laid in wait until they were found by Unicron who sent a Quintesson mining crew for her and the capsule.

Unicron was so furious that this new race came and took the last capsule from the Quintessons, that he damned the Quintessons to a never ending life of servitude and tasked them to track down, destroy the Vok and bring him the last capsule, as well as tracking down Primus’s new home and to destroy him and any of his creations.

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While all this was happening, Primus continued to drift in his Cube shaped prison. Unlike Unicron who was not completely whole in essence, Primus was. He was just imprisoned but was able to regain his power levels while in the Cube. He knew he would never be completely released from his new prison and so decided to draw on its chemical and elemental properties. As Primus drifted, he released very small minuscule portions of his essence to seed dead worlds with life. One such world would later be known as Earth to its later inhabitance… humans.

He would soon drift into a system and found a world that was 99.9% made up of similar chemicals and elements as the cube he was imprisoned in. He would end up crashing down on this planet. Once on the planet, he laid dormant for many, many cycles, growing in power. He began to realize that his Cube prison would allow him to still function almost normally. Primus started to terraform the planet’s surface into a metal like shell. He would create new children from both his spark and that of the minerals and elements found on the planet. Primus sensed that even though he destroyed Unicron’s last capsule and in doing so, imprisoned Unicron in the Void; something was not right. Unicron still grew in power and for a brief moment, Primus felt Unicron’s essence grow. As if another capsule was out there. He didn’t know how this was but he felt the power out there, somewhere.

Primus knew that one day Unicron would find a way to come back and so Primus decided to create his new children and give them his essence to ensure that they will be powerful enough to battle and destroy Unicron once more. He then creates the first 13 of his new children, the first 13 Primes. These beings are transdimensional beings that have the power to travel time and space in the blink of an eye. Time would pass and in doing so, Primus spoke to his children. They were his Primes and to them he was the Allspark. He continued to feed them energy. They were tasked to travel time and space to protect the Universe from Unicron if he should ever rise again.

This ability to use dimensional time travel would be known to the Primes as (Space Bridging). The Primes used this travel system to go out to other worlds that Primus seeded with life and watch over these planets. Twelve of the Primes would visit a back water planet of rich jungles and forever changing environments from time to time and watch it flourish and grow. This planet would later become the home planet to the humans that now make up a third of the Vok that live in dimension Nexus Zero. This planet is known as Earth in our dimension. The 13th Prime was not interested in this planet or any of Primus’s many other test planets as the 13th Prime called them. The 13th Prime was known as (MEGATRONUS) and he used his space bridging power to travel to the farthest reaches of space. Here is where he felt most comfortable. He did not like to be around the other 12 Primes and so he spent great periods of time away from them and Primus… (The Allspark).

Space bridging took a lot of energy and so Primus gave the Primes more of his energy. This proved costly as it drained him. He then found that he could harness power from the system’s Star and in doing this, he created a new raw power source he called (ENERGON). He and his Primes grew even more powerful and continued on by using Energon.

Many thousands of lifetimes later Primus would run into a new problem. The very Sun that he drew energy from to create Energon for himself and his 13 Primes, was now almost drained. He had to think of new ways to get energy for Energon or their Sun would die and them with it. He then decided to create new children. These children would not be as powerful as his 13 Primes. But they would have something the 13 Primes did not. They would be able to adapt themselves to new worlds, take on new forms and so he created the first Cybertronians to live on the very planet he had terraformed so long before, Cybertron.

Some of these Cybertronians were called Seekers. A Seeker’s main function was to use its space bridge power to go out into the Universe and find star systems that had suns he could draw energy from. But there was one rule. That one rule would be known as The Prime Directive. The Prime Directive was… (Primus’s children would not drain energy from any sun in a system that had life on any of that system’s planets.) So Primus had his Cybertronian workers go to systems that the Seekers found with no life and build massive structures. These structures were called Energon Harvesters. Once set up, they would drain enough energy from the sun and it would be transported back to Primus and refined into Energon.

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The 13th Prime, Megatronus, was out on one of his travels in a far off part of the Universe, when he came across a very large ship of unknown origin. He watched as the ship came through some sort of its own space bridge portal and it attacked another smaller ship. Something was then transported from the wreckage of the smaller ship to the larger ship. The larger ship turned and jumped back into another portal. Megatronus had to know where it was going, so he scanned the ship and marked its heading. As he used his space bridge power to tail the unknown ship, something happened. His power output and that of the unknown ship merged. While deep in transit, their two power outputs crossed, throwing them from transwarp. As Megatronus and the ship came out of warp, they were floating in a strange dark void of space. In the center, a large purple sphere of dark energy spun and inside it was a solid sphere shaped mass of metal. It had symbols and writings on it much like that of the Allspark back home on Cybertron. Spinning around this mass of metal and purple energy were two smaller planets.

The sphere spoke to him. It called itself Unicron. Unicron sensed that Megatronus was one of Primus’s creations. And the 13th Prime knew right away who Unicron was. He was created to battle Unicron if Unicron was to even rise again. Unicron told him that he would give him unimaginable powers ten times greater than the 13th Prime already had. But he had to bring him the capsule that was in the storage bay inside the large ship. Megatronus was no fool. He knew that if he retrieved the capsule for Unicron, that Unicron would more then likely not hold to his word of giving him the power he promised.

Megatronus agreed to retrieve it but only if Unicron granted him the power before hand. Unicron had no other choice but to agree. Unicron granted the 13th Prime the power he promised and in doing so, Megatronus became a Herald of Unicron. He was not sure what being a Herald entailed but it made no difference to him. He had the power to be his own being now. He no longer needed the Allspark or his other 12 siblings. He was more powerful than them now.

Megatronus decided right then and there that he would be forever more known as The Fallen.

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Chapter 1…
Shadows in the dark.

As The Fallen found his way to the now lifeless floating ship, he scanned it and the ship seemed to be void of any life. When he and the ship got ripped form transwarp, the Vok crew must have been left in transwarp where they would no doubt die with no ship, or they were sent to another dimension. Anything was possible with dealing in transwarp space bridging.

The Fallen found a very large service hatch at the rear of the ship and ripped his way in. Once inside the ship, The Fallen realized that the ship’s crew must have been large. At least it looked like most of them were of larger origins. He continued to the bridge and found a computer terminal that had the ship’s layout on it. The ship was massive. It was much bigger then he first thought. He tracked down the storage areas on the ship as well as a massive room that was labeled… (The Pit.) Looking closer at the layout, he noticed a name that almost seemed to be written in the writings of his kind, of Cybertronian dissent. “How could that be?” He questioned to himself out laud. He hit a switch on the consol and spoke in his tongue. “Translate this name on the screen into that of my language!”

The computer spoke back in his tongue, laud and fast. “Necrosis!” it answered. The voice was that of a female’s voice. The Necrosis as it called itself had a comforting yet strong voice… for a ship that is.

“What is Necrosis?” The Fallen quickly asked. It answered… “I’m Necrosis. I’m the ship.” The Fallen began to smile ever so slightly. “What is the fastest way to get to here?” He pointed at the screen to the location of The Pit room.

Necrosis told him the fastest way to The Pit room before adding… “The Pit is an area of the ship that creates new Protoform bodies for the larger of the Vok. The Vok are made up of three different races, the larger of theses races is of your chemical makeup but from another dimension. These larger Vok, like the other two races of the Vok have more or less evolved into ethereal type beings. But those of the Vok who once looked like you, created The Pit to make new solid form bodies that they can transfer themselves into to better function in other dimensions. Necrosis once more without a pause said, “These husks… these shells… Protoforms, Protoforms, Protoforms.”

“There is no need to repeat it. I heard you the first time, computer!” The Fallen spoke laud with almost an amused look on his face.
“Necrosis, Necrosis, Necrosis!” The ship repeated back over and over again. “My name is Necrosis as I have already told you. Please call me by my name. I am not just…computer!”

The Fallen was now even more amused. “So… Necrosis, I will do as you ask but I will need your assistance as you will need mine. There are no other survivors aboard and I am the only one here who can help you get from this place we are now trapped.”
The Fallen’s face went from amused to confused as Necrosis seemed to make a noise that sounded like a giggle and was followed by what sounded like a sigh. “Fallen, also known as Megatronus, You…”

The Fallen quickly cut her off. “It’s just The Fallen now!! What is so funny?”
The giggling sound came again. “As you wish, Fallen.” Necrosis said before continuing. “Now we have the name thing out of the way… there is another. You are not the only one aboard. And I do not need your assistance to leave this place as you say. I can and will leave at any time I feel is right. It is you who needs my assistance.”
The Fallen was not about to be drawn into an argument with a ship that seemed to have more feelings than he could ever think possible from a ship. “Very well, you are correct. You do not need me. It is I that needs your assistance.”
“And you will have it being you have asked so nicely.” Necrosis said in a low calm voice.

The Fallen quickly went to the storage bay where he found a Protoformed body under a stasis field and the capsule on a pedestal. As he reached out and took the capsule, he could feel the power it held inside. Necrosis once more spoke to The Fallen. “The Vok who lies before you is a traitor to Primus in the Nexus Zero dimension. Her name is Farseer.”
Necrosis told him of the mission she and the Vok crew were on. It all made sense to The Fallen now. If this Unicron was to get the capsule he now had, Unicron would have no need for him or for the Vok Farseer who was also given power by Unicron and made one of his Heralds. The Fallen made his mind up in an instant.
“Turn her stasis field off and wake her.”
Necrosis did not question but only replied back with a “Yes master.”
The Fallen smiled slightly at Necrosis’s reply.

As Farseer came to, she got to her feet and jumped into a battle stance. The Fallen laughed out. “I am no enemy. I am your savior and you no longer have to fear anything or anyone. We are both Heralds of Unicron. Both from different dimensions but none the less, we both strive for the same thing… power!!”
She just smirked at him as she looked at the capsule in his hands. She spoke laud and proud. “You are a fool to believe you can take what belongs to Unicron!”
The Fallen quickly became angry, turned slightly to try and hide the capsule from the now freed Farseer.

“I’m sure you already know my name, so I will save you the pleasure of an introduction. I know you plan on keeping Unicron’s capsule. I may be weak from my extended stasis sleep but I can still use what bit of power I can muster to read your thoughts and see into your future. You will fail, Son of Primus.”

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The Fallen became even angrier. “I may have been mistaken in thinking wakening you would somehow benefit me. Necrosis… Get rid of her!”
In a matter a few seconds, with capsule in hand, The Fallen warped from the bay to The Pit room and Necrosis’s bay hanger door opened and Farseer was sucked into space. Her body drifted until it was caught by the gravitational pull of the outer of the two planets circling Unicron and the mass ball of energy.
She burnt her way down through orbit and her body crashed in a marsh filled swamp where she would lay seemingly once more lifeless.
Back aboard The Necrosis, The Fallen looked at the machine that was called The Pit. It too was massive. It called to him. He stepped into a large chamber and as soon as he was inside, the ship came to life. Vein like wires attached themselves to every part of his body as liquid Energon flowed to and from. All around, small birthing orbs began to move and inside them lay small Protoforms. The Pit created small lifeless husks of The Fallen in his image and downloaded his power, his life force and his new found darkness into these new life forms. As he emerged from The Pit some of these new life forms began to hatch from their birthing orbs. There were a few dozen at first, then more and more. Soon he was surrounded by smaller dark Protoforms. These would become his new army. They grew to full height in short time. He spent many cycles training them to fight, to be dark, to be evil and… to follow him. They became his children and he named them the (SHADOWCONS).

The Fallen now had his army to defy anyone or anything that would stand before him. Unicron called out to The Fallen. He was in The Fallen’s head. “Take the capsule my Dark Herald. Even with your new powers, you will still be no match for Primus and will have to draw on the capsule’s power to defeat Primus. Take your new army, find, and lay waist to the other Primes.”

The Fallen smiled and thought to himself that that’s exactly what he planed on doing, except in the end, he would not be giving Unicron the capsule back. The Fallen didn’t bother to think that Unicron could read his thoughts. Unicron was well aware of The Fallen’s underlying goals and would use The Fallen to find Primus. But first Unicron had to revive Farseer. Unicron’s powers reached the planet and Farseer’s body raised from the marsh below. She stood there looking up as her body changed shape and became stronger.

Unicron spoke to her in her thoughts. “Be patient, The Fallen’s time is short. I am still not at the power level I will need to better fight Primus. The Fallen will go forward and do just what I want him to. He believes he can defy my will. Do not worry about him; you will have a much larger task to complete for me. After The Fallen does his part and is no longer of use to me, your task will begin. That task will be to bring those that The Fallen calls his children back to The Void, back to their home. The Shadowcons will only rise to greatness under the watchful eye of the true God of Chaos.”
Farseer looked up into the sky with an evil smirk on her face. “I live to serve you my Lord Unicron.”
The Necrosis warped away with The Fallen, his new Shadowcons and the power of Unicron to aid him in his coming war against Primus and those that still call him brother.

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Chapter 2…
The Chosen ones.



Unicron watched the Necrosis warp away. The start of his greater plan was now in motion.
He once again reached out with his mind to Farseer who still stood on the outer most planet looking up into a now neon purple night sky. “Once you bring them back to me, they will need a home. The planet closest to me will be that home. It will be named (NEXIUM). The planet you now stand on will be very important in the future. You will do many great things from that planet. As a gift to you my Herald, I will allow you to name it.”
“I thank you my Lord! I will call this planet (CYRAX), after the Vok Cyraxus back home in Nexus Zero who leads those of us that follow you and oppose Primus. Cyraxus was my mentor back home and he opened my eyes to the greatness that is you Lord Unicron.”
“If I still live in Nexus Zero, I’ll have to remember to thank Cyraxus for sending you here with the capsule…hahaha! Now, you will go to the Necrosis and you will do as I have already explained.” Unicron said in a calm low voice.

Farseer could feel Unicron’s power fill her body as if it was an empty shell. It felt like when she was first birthed from her birthing orb in a Pit machine much like the one on the ship Necrosis. At this time she was just a Protoform Cybertronian. But once Primus of Nexus Zero was able to bring the three civilizations of Cybertronians, humans and Quintessons together as the Vok and bring them to a higher plain of transcension, Farseer like so many others gave up their physical bodies and became ethereal beings of their new plain of existence. But as time went on, many Vok became uncertain of their new existence and started to question Primus. They questioned his reasons for creating different civilizations such as Cybertronian, Human, Quintessons and so many others but yet take these three and merge their unique cultures and differences to make the Vok. They questioned him in that after all their time of existence as civilization that he created to be different, why now ask them to be one race of one likeness.
Many Vok leaders that were once Cybertronian, Human and a few Quintesson stepped forward to demand answers as to why the Great Creator, the Great Primus would want this. Those Vok that questioned Primus and were once Cybertronian started creating ships and new bodies that they called Protoforms and these bodies were created by massive machines they called Pits. With these new bodies, not only could they once more become closer to their true past Cybertronian forms but these new Protoform bodies can also tran-scan any type of vehicle or life form and reformat itself accordingly. This gave these Vok the ability to attack other civilization of the Nexus Zero dimension that were loyal to Primus as they would land on Primus’s loyalist’s planets, take their likenesses and fight them from within.
These Pits were fit into the larger warships. Some of these Ships were captured and taken by the Vok who still fought for Primus in Nexus Zero. The Vok still loyal to Primus would then use the Pits on the warships to create Protoform bodies for themselves to better fight against those Vok who sided with Unicron. Even though Primus had every intention to create a unified race from three races, he now had a division between the Vok. And to make maters worse, a Vok warship… the Necrosis and its technology was now under the control of Unicron and his minions of another dimension. “Farseer, you are my chosen Herald.” Unicron spoke once more before she was warped away.

As Necrosis, The Fallen and his new Shadowcons made their way through their Space Bridge warp; he stood aboard Necrosis’s bridge and watched as his Shadowcons, hundreds of them massed in groups in four different arena chambers located on different decks of the ship. Two of these arenas were on the same deck, right next to once another. The only thing that separated them was a massive bulkhead. Those that were in these two arenas had no idea of the others on the other side of this very bulkhead. His voice came to them in their minds. “My name is The Fallen and I am your creator. You are the very essence of my Spark. You are the shadows that follow in my wake. You are my children. You are Shadowcons!” All the Shadowcons raised their hands and cheered as he said this and he continued on.
“I was once a child of a greater being. I too walked in his wake. My creator sees his other children, his other creations to be superior to myself. You are all equals for you are all my children!”

Many Shadowcons pushed their way to the centers of their respective arenas as if trying to get closer to their creator who was not standing there. A massive four legged; four armed Shadowcon pushed his way forward while he tossed other smaller Shadowcons in different directions. He roared in defiance as a smaller but yet still large bi-peddle Shadowcon pushed into the center from another direction. Jockeying like this was happening in all four arenas.

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The Fallen sensed this and connected to those Shadowcons that seemed to show they were superior to the others. “I speak to you all from my second mind, the Nexus. Even though I see all my children as equals, there will be a select few that show true leadership skills. You… big one, what do you call yourself?” The large eight limbed Shadowcon looked around and then up as he threw one of his massive arms in the air. “If you are giving me freedom to name myself, I shall be known as MALICE!!!” The Fallen smiled as he then connected to the other Shadowcon who pushed his way into the center to stand as Malice’s equal. “And you… the once who stands in Malice’s way. What shall I call you my child?”
The Shadowcon looked up at the larger Malice with his four eyes and then around to the others who were doing their own jockeying for what they thought was better positioning for the inevitable trials to come. His eyes were a dark purple and brightened into a burning blistering red. Malice looked back with his own two purple eyes. The two once more locked eyes as the smaller four eyed Shadowcon’s fists tensed and from each wrist sprung a set of duel blades. These blades were almost as long as his arms themselves. He lifted one arm up and pointed its two blades, mounted side by side at Malice’s chest and yelled only a shot reply to The Fallen’s question. “I am known as…SHADOW!”

Another yet smaller Shadowcon pushed his way through and around others. Once in the middle, he jumped up onto Malice’s back, tapped the large Shadowcon on his head and smiled. So you guys hear our creator too?” The smaller Shadowcon didn’t wait for them to answer. He pulled Malice’s head around so he could look into Malice’s eyes. Wow, you’re a big one.” The Fallen smiled ever so slightly before he spoke to this new smaller Shadowcon. “I see you show this same leadership. You see, it does not matter the size. A true leader will lead no matter his size or strength. And what shall I call you my little child?” Before the smaller Shadowcon could answer, Shadow lowered and retracted his blades with a smirk on his face. “Yes, what shall we call you little child?” Malice was still looking the small Shadowcon in his eyes as it held Malice’s head staring into Malice’s own eyes. He let go and shot an angry look at Shadow as he smacked Malice on the back of his head. “Hey!” yelled back Malice as he tried to shake the small Shadowcon from his back. “I didn’t say it, they did!” The Small Shadowcon took a quick look around the arena before smacking Malice yet again on the back of the head. “Fine!” yelled the Small Shadowcon as he smacked Malice a third time. “You all!” he looked around the arena again. “I may be smaller than most of you but I will show you all that I fight like that of even you big brutes!” He pointed at Shadow with true anger in his purple eyes and smacked Malice for a fourth time. “You all can call me Havoc!”
“Stop smacking me!” growled Malice as he continued to try and shake Havoc off his back.

The Fallen continued on as others in the other arenas pushed to be the ones in the center. The others that pushed or walked over and through their siblings to get to the center made similar shows of leadership. In one arena two female Shadowcons that were obviously created from the same type of Protoform locked eyes on one another. Their optics scanned one another as if studying the other for weakness and fear. Neither could get the other to look away or stand down. One was black with silver accents and the other was solid black but at times a hint of bright yellow accent would show then it was gone. Even though they could be mistaken for the same Shadowcon, they did have very subtle yet defining differences. These two also answered their creator.
The first of the two female Shadowcons made a real quick motion, almost a twitch. If the other female was not locked eye to eye with her, she would not have caught the motion and would not have noticed that her counterpart sister now held two long slender swords in each hand. With Weapons now in hand the first answered. “I will be known as NIGHTSHADE!” she cocked her head to one side still looking at her sister, “Sister to all true Shadowcons and death to all others.” Her blades came up and she crossed them across her chest as they started to glow in an eerie purple glow. The other female lowered her head as a sign of respect but kept her eyes still locked on her now weaponized equal. She spoke in a much softer tone as she gave her name.” My name will be NIGHTFIRE.” She gave a thin quick smile as if the name was meant to somehow mock that of Nightshade’s. Nightfire also made the same quick twitching motion that Nightshade made moments earlier. Only Nightshade was more focused and in her mind, Nightfire’s twitch happened in slow motion. Nightshade knew she was at this point a slightly bit more focused then Nightfire. Nightshade found Nightfire’s weakness and gave Nightfire the same thin quick smile back.

In a fraction of a second, Nightfire had two strange looking whip like weapons protruding from each wrist. She smiled and let them loosen from around her wrists. They unraveled and hit the floor with a sound of crackling fire. The whips burst into flame as they slithered around on the floor like burning serpents waiting to be let loose on their prey. “If you can control the element of fire, then Nightfire is a suitable name my sister.” said Nightshade as she returned her head to an upright position and smiled again. This time Nightshade caught a brief glimpse of frustration on Nightfire’s face. Nightfire’s mind games would not work so easily on her.
“So then, Nightshade… Nightfire, you two show great leadership potential.” came back the voice of The Fallen. “Wait!” yelled another voice. The large bulk of a four armed Shadowcon smashed his way to the center where even both Nightshade and Nightfire unlocked eyes and had to look up. The mass of this new Shadowcon could not be missed. While not as massive as his sibling Malice who stood in another arena somewhere on the ship, still trying to shake off a pesky Havoc, this Shadowcon was a monster in his own right. As he continued forward, he slammed another Shadowcon to the floor and tossed yet another over his shoulder to come crashing down in a pile with others. “You do not need to ask me who I am my creator. My name is TANKCORE!!!” With a massive swing, another unsuspecting sibling went flying. He leaned forward, slammed both sets of massive fists together and looked down at the two sisters. “Shall we dance... well?”

Yet others stepped into the centers of their arenas. The three to push their way into the center of the next arena all gave their names. The first was a Shadowcon with bright blue eyes and he emanated with a blue/white electric static that danced over his body. He looked around before answering in a very calm, low voice almost unheard by the others. It did not matter to him, he knew The Fallen heard and that was all that mattered to him. “You can call me SPECTER my father.” This was the first time The Fallen had heard any of them call him father. The others came forward. The second to answer was the complete opposite of Specter. He moved without a care of his surroundings and talked in the same manor. He looked around as one of his hands morphed into a saw like weapon and the other into a large projectile like weapon. “When all else fails, blow it up! You can call me CHAOS!” The Fallen could sense that this one had leadership potential but was going to be a hard one to keep in line. Chaos was also the first Shadowcon of leadership potential and of any of the hundreds that still gathered in the arenas to brandish a ranged weapon of any kind. This somehow amused The Fallen. The third and last to make his way to the center of the arena did so as if he was in no real hurry to even get there. He too was of the larger Shadowcon breed. His right arm was already morphed into a very large axe type weapon. He reached up with his free left hand and slammed it to his chest as a large portion of his armor merged to his hand and became a large combat shield with spikes on all sides. He looked at the others, lowered his head out of respect or just plain out lack of caring. Specter and Chaos could not make him out. He was not a Shadowcon of many words. In fact, the only word that came from his mouth was his name, “WARZONE.” Then as slowly as Warzone pushed his way to the center, he turned and pushed his way back to the far wall, turned and just stood there. On occasion you would see a slight turn in his neck as he watched the other Shadowcons in the arena.

[Shadow]

In the fourth and last arena, there happened to be four Shadowcons that pushed for the center. The first was another female Shadowcon who made quick work of those around her by letting out a blinding light that could be mistaken as a sun going nova. This allowed her to blind most around her and she was left a clear path to the center of the arena. As she looked around at the now blinded siblings she so easily stepped over and around, she yelled out her name as if she herself was going nova. “I am and will always be known as NOVA!” At her feet lay another Shadowcon who was still trying to shake off the effects of the blinding light. She pushed him over with her foot and to her surprise; a very small Shadowcon rushed out from under and up her side to sit on her shoulder. “You know… YOU COULD HAVE BLINDED ME!!!” yelled the small Shadowcon in her ear. He looked down at the Shadowcon still lying on the floor. “That is a real cool trick you got there sis.” He looked up as if looking right at The Fallen. “You can call me PHANTOM.” With that said he flashed away and was now sitting cloaked on another Shadowcon’s shoulder who just stepped into the center of the arena. “Would you get off my shoulder you pest!” shoot back the third newcomer. “How can you see me?” asked Phantom. “He looked at his shoulder, swiped at the not so well hidden Phantom who again warped back to Nova’s shoulder. The third Shadowcon’s right arm morphed and elongated into a large scythe like weapon. “I see all. I can see you even while you stay cloaked. I see death”. He looked around at the others in the arena. “I see death and it is everywhere. My name is REAPER.”

Just as the little Shadowcon Phantom uncloaked on Nova’s shoulder a fourth Shadowcon made his way to the center of the arena. “You got that right brother Reaper.” This Shadowcon had a smell to him. No others in this arena smelled as he did. “You say death is everywhere? You don’t know the half of it. You can call me PLAGUE.” As he finished his statement, another somewhat smaller Shadowcon tried to step out of the crowd and into the center. Plague quickly grabbed him by the neck and forced his face next to a protruding whole on Plague’s shoulder. A small green film like cloud hit the un-named Shadowcon in the face and stuck to his face like tar. The Shadowcon’s face began to melt and the film just kept eating its way down. The Shadowcon fell over and his head and a great portion of his left shoulder and chest were eaten away.
The Fallen was once again caught by surprise as even now, without any question to why they were all gathered, this self named Plague would take the life of a sibling and show no remorse. What was even more surprising to The Fallen was that Plague still stood there emotionless, knowing that his creator was watching over them all and could and probably would smite him down for doing so. The Fallen’s smile that he still held grew much larger now.

“The time will come when we will be forced to show my creator Primus and his other creations that we are superior in every way. This time will come sooner then you think. You will all need to be ready and battle hardened. I do not expect all of you to survive this trial I lay before you but I feel some of you will surpass all expectation. Look at those around you. These are your siblings, your brothers and sisters. Some of you, most of you are weak and those of you will have to be sacrificed for the greater plan to be fulfilled. My children, my Shadowcon, my chosen ones, fight as if all are your enemy!” With those last words, The Fallen’s voice went silent in their heads and just as fast as it was silent, the brutal fighting began.

The Fallen turned and looked into a new screen that showed the time it would take to get back to Cybertronian space. While it seemed to be instantaneous when Space Bridging and warping from point a to point b seemed to take only a fraction of a second, in reality time passed very, very slowly while in transwarp. This would give The Fallen all the time he would need to get his Shadowcons battle ready. Even so, he would still come out of the Space Bridge transwarp just on the outer edge of Cybertronian controlled space. This would give him even more time as he would then travel at sub-light speed though Cybertronian space before reaching Cybertron. “Once we reach Cybertronian controlled space, drop us into sub-light speed and make for the outer most outposts. I think ill let my children release more of their new found anger. Besides, we can’t have these outposts calling ahead to warn Cybertron of my return in this ship.” Necrosis made a coughing like sound before she answered back. “First you call me computer, now I’m just, this ship? Do I have to repeat my name to you yet again? It is…”
The Fallen clasped his hands together in almost a pleading like manor. “NO!! Please… I am sorry. Necrosis… We can’t have the outposts calling ahead to warn Cybertron of our return! Is that better?” Necrosis made another short coughing like noise. “It will do I guess.” The Fallen just stood there and placed his palm to his forehead as he lowered his head and let out a sigh.

[Shadow]

Chapter 3…
When all are one.


“Let me see how things are proceeding in the arenas.” The Fallen spoke out loud as he watched through multiple viewing monitors of the action taking place in the four arenas.
The Fallen pulled up the monitor showing the action taking place in arena one. Shadowcons were falling by twos and threes.

“Let’s see what you got!” yelled Malice as he stepped forward and slammed a massive front foot down on a much smaller now deceased Shadowcon. Sparks burst out from under the foot. Havoc ran past Malice chopping down another Shadowcon with his wrist mounted blades on his left arm. “Come on big guy! For each one you squish, I take out three.” yelled back Havoc as he rushed another Shadowcon and quickly brought his wrist blades up and ran the length of his forearm across the neck of another, severing the Shadowcon’s head from its body.
Malice looked on as Havoc made quick work of those who stood in his way.
“You know… I’m getting sick of your voice brother Havoc. Why don’t you come back here and let me squish you!?!”
Havoc laughed, cloaked and Malice lost him in the carnage around him. Malice stepped on another unsuspecting Shadowcon before he made his way to two large groups that seemed to be taking up fighting positions in numbers rather then going at it alone. This seemed to be the smart thing to do in a situation such as this. Safety in numbers would definitely get you farther.

Malice brought his second set of arms forward and they morphed into two large hammer-like weapons. With a thunderous swing he brought one arm down and four Shadowcons were obliterated. The rest of the group scattered. The second group was made up of twelve Shadowcons. They rushed Malice as a solid unit. Malice smiled and welcomed them with another massive swing of his second hammer like arm. Two were crushed into scrap. Parts and liquids flew in all directions. The remaining ten split into two smaller groups of five and took up positions at his sides.
“Do you really think you can take me?” Malice turned his head from side to side. “Bring it!”

Just as the group of five on his left started forward, the center Shadowcon’s chest burst into a hail of sparks. His body lifted into the air and from behind, Shadow uncloaked holding the Shadowcon’s body suspended as his two large combat blades protruded from the front of the un-named Shadowcon’s chest. Shadow pulled his wrist blades from the other’s back and with his blades came the other’s Spark Core. The Shadowcon’s lifeless body fell to the floor. The other four Shadowcons turned and took aim on Shadow. Shadow started to glow with a faint light purple that changed to a brighter red and fluctuated back and forth.

The first to rush him was quickly chopped down by Shadow’s duel arm blades. The second rushed in from behind and grabbed Shadow up under his shoulders and tried to hold Shadow in place for a frontal attack by another. Both fell to the same fate as the one before them. Cut down by Shadow’s wrist blades. But something wasn’t quite right. Havoc uncloaked once more on Malice’s back.
“Hey, did you see that?” yelled Havoc as he smacked Malice once more on the back of his head for good measure.

Malice finished smashing the five Shadowcons to his right. “See what? How did you get up there? Get off of me and stop smacking me!” Malice tried to swing one of his none hammer-like arms up to knock Havoc off but it was no use. Havoc was too quick and easily sidestepped it.
The last two Shadowcons rushed Shadow and as one grabbed at Shadow from behind and the other rushed from the front, they too fell.
“There, right there! They had him, his arms were held. Where did those other arms come from? Those blades were not his.” yelled back Havoc.
“So he has four arms. I do too. What’s your point?” replied Malice.
As the last two bodies fell, Shadow started to shake. His body’s color fluctuated until a blistering bright light engulfed him. Both Havoc and Malice had to look away. As the light died down, Havoc quickly jumped off Malice and rushed over to where Shadow was standing. To his surprise, something else was standing there. It looked liked Shadow but was some sort of a black liquid mass. Another un-named Shadowcon rushed in from the left to try and seize the moment and surprise attack Shadow in this now weakened state.

[Shadow]

“No you don’t!” Havoc quickly dashed past Shadow and in a flurry of moves, the un-named Shadowcon’s body fell to the floor minus its head and its arms. Both Malice and Havoc looked on as Shadow’s body started to distort and change. It looked to be splitting. Something new was taking place. As Shadow’s body began to harden and take shape again, it was evident to Havoc and Malice that there were now two.
“What is that? There are two of them! I told you I saw other arms!” yelled havoc as he inched closer to the two Shadows.
Both stood and pressed their backs to one another. Both had their arm blades extended as if ready at a moments notice to attack. The one closest to Havoc looked just like Shadow before the split. It was Black with red glow effects and had a set of duel arm blades on each wrist. The other that stood behind looked almost the same except for some minor differences. It was black with purple glow effects. Its arm blades protruded from the top of the wrists but were only single blades. More like swords Havoc thought to himself. Both of their eyes flashed and as if they never split, they turned and their blades clashed. The two traded blow after blow. Havoc made sure to step back and even found himself kneeling under and behind one of Malice’s legs as the two continued to go at one another.

The Fallen continued to watch from the bridge of Necrosis. “What has just happened? Why did the one named Shadow split as he did?”
Necrosis scanned the arena before replying. “They are all different. Some have more powers than others, some are stronger, some smarter. Shadow seems to be all of the above. When you stepped into The Pit, his particular Protoform shell must have absorbed more of your essence than the others. It is evident that in the heat of battle even his body could not hold all of that power in check. His Protoform adapted and forced his Spark to evolve, causing his Spark to split. He has effectively created a clone of himself.”
Other Shadowcons stopped and took notice of the two twin-like Shadowcons trading blows. Small groups started to form around them and in a matter of a few minutes all other fighting in the arena came to a stop. They all gathered around Shadow and his clone in a large circle. Both Malice and Havoc were also trapped in the circle.
“Okay big guy, I think things are going to heat up around here. Look at them all.”
Malice took a look around as Havoc crawled out from under him and stood next to him.
“They all look like they are in a trance.” said Malice.
“I was thinking the same thing. If the stuff hits the fan I say we stick together.” said Havoc as he looked up at Malice.
“Only if you agree to stop hitting me in the head?” asked Malice.

“Sure thing big guy,” Havoc replied.

Shadow and his clone stopped fighting, turned and looked around at the mass of Shadowcons surrounding them. Then as if they were never fighting each other, the two went in different directions ripping through the circle of trance-like Shadowcons. Heads, arms and other body parts went flying in all directions. The black and purple Shadow-like clone ripped the head off one, turned and cut down another with one of his arm mounted swords. As the unlucky Shadowcon’s upper body fell away from his lower half, the Shadow-like clone spoke for the first time.
“Wrai… Wrai… I am Wraith!” he yelled. The true Shadow turned his head slightly, gave a look of objection and went back to killing anything in his path. While all this was going on, Havoc and Malice were doing all they could to fend for themselves. Malice would swipe down three or four oncoming bots with his hammer-like arms and Havoc would pick off any single bots that got through. Havoc’s shoulder pad slid down his arm and small wire-like appendages shot from the top of his hand and connected with the shoulder pad. It elongated and morphed into a rifle-like sniper weapon. He jumped back up on Malice’s back and took aim at anything Malice didn’t crush.
“Where in the name of the Creator do you think you’re going?” Havoc half asked, half yelled as he took a shot and the sniper weapon’s plasma round ripped through the head of his target.
Shadow was standing on a much larger downed Shadowcon’s body. He pulled his twin arm blades from the downed Shadowcon’s chest. Sparks erupted from the deep gashes as Shadow stepped off the carcass and set his optics on a new target. Wraith had just finished dispatching another Shadowcon, looked up and caught Shadow once again looking his way. Wraith raised his arms and his arm blades sprung out. “You want to go at it again brother Shadow?” asked Wraith but no reply came from Shadow. Shadow just stood there. Something wasn’t right. Wraith could feel it. Shadow wasn’t looking at him but at something behind him. Wraith turned with a quickness to find that some of the others had took up positions behind a white and silver looking female bot.
“What do we have here? Wraith asked. “Do you think you can best me? Let’s see what you got.” Wraith took a step forward and warped. As if she had somehow anticipated his attack, she already had both hands up. He came out of his warp attack just a few feet from the new female bot. She quickly erected a force field in front of herself. Wraith’s momentum took him right into it and it repelled him throwing him back. Two more Shadowcons stepped out from behind her. They were both female as well. The first was quite a bit taller than the white/silver female. The second looked to be close to the same height as the force field erecting female. Wraith tried to attack again but the second of the two females that stepped out bent forward and a horrid shriek came from her mouth. It was so loud and painful that not only did Wraith drop to one knee but so did Shadow who was still standing a distance behind him.

The white/silver female stepped up to Wraith and placed her hand on his shoulder. A faint unseen spark leapt from her hand into his shoulder. He could hear her in his thoughts. “My name is Farseer and I am not here to be an enemy. I am your sister as are these two.” Farseer looked to her left and right at the other two females. On her right, the taller one looked down at Wraith who was now getting to his feet. “This is Shadowcon Legion,” Farseer then looked to her left, “And this is your loud mouth sister Shriek.” Farseer was talking to Wraith but not out loud. She was taking to him through his mind.

[Shadow]

Shadow got to his feet and made his way over to Wraith. As Wraith got to his feet he noticed Shadow was standing at his side. Shadow spoke but he too spoke back to Farseer through her mind. “I am Shadow and as Wraith and I were once one, I too can hear everything you say. You are talking through the Nexus are you not?” asked Shadow.
“Yes I am. All of us can hear and speak through the Nexus but only a select few of us have the ability to be a hub for the Nexus and in turn we are the reason the others can even use the Nexus as a means of silent vocalization. Those of us that have this ability can also block others from hearing us. The only ones who hear this conversation are You, Wraith, and myself. Legion and Shriek also hear us but only because I’m allowing them to.” Farseer said.
“So what now?” Wraith asked.
By this time both Havoc and Malice made their way toward the group. Shadow noticed that the two stepped in behind him and Wraith. Shadow smirked slightly as a thought came to him. He continued to look at Farseer, Shriek and Legion. “I think it would be wise to answer my brother Wraith. Remember, we are of the same Spark. I can tell you, he is the impatient half.” said shadow. At the same time Shadow connected a second link into the Nexus blocking out Farseer, Shriek and Legion. This allowed Havoc and Malice to hear the conversation and speak to both Shadow and Wraith without Farseer knowing. Shadow wasn’t even for sure it could work but it did.
“This Farseer may not be an enemy like she claims but until she proves it, keep your guard up, all of you.” Shadow said as Wraith, Havoc and Malice all gave a slight nod or some other kind of small gesture to let Shadow know they him and his connection worked.

Farseer once again focused on Wraith. “As you have already had the pleasure of experiencing Shriek’s abilities, I will allow Legion to show you hers.”
Wraith crossed his arms as Legion stepped forward. She was not much to look at. Legion was tall but she looked to be very fragile. Her legs and arms were very long and looked as if they didn’t belong on her thin frame. She turned to show her back to Wraith and the others. Her spinal structure started to protrude from the middle of her back. It grew into a large clam-like growth that ran vertically from the back of her neck and ran the length of her spinal structure. It began to swell and split down the middle. It opened much like a clam and inside; it housed at least two dozen small birthing orbs. The orbs were filled with a purplish liquid. Something moved around in one of the larger birthing orbs. “Crusher!” yelled Legion.
The large birthing orb burst open and a large snake-like robotic creature sprang from Legion’s back, dropped to the floor and raised itself up to meet Shadow’s gaze. It was a shiny black and its scales looked to be solid armor plate. It had thousands of small hook-like barbs on its underbelly that were probably to hook into and hold its prey while it crushed its prey’s Spark. Crusher kept his gaze on Shadow as all six of its solid white optics flared with desire to strike. Havoc tightened his fist and was ready to attack Legion’s newly birthed minion. “Do you want me to take it out?” asked Havoc. “No, do nothing unless I say. They are trying to cause Wraith or myself to make the first move. They do not know you two are aware of what’s going on. Stand your ground.” said Shadow as his words were heard in Havoc and Malice’s thoughts.

Farseer took her gaze off of wraith and locked optics with Shadow. Shadow wasn’t worried about the snake-like minion Crusher who was now coiled up on the ground in front of Shadow. He was looking at the other birthing orbs that were still attached to the inside of Legion’s back. Strange mini-like robotic forms moved in each one. “So, do you now see why her name is Legion?” asked Farseer.
Shadow did not answer. He watched as the purple liquid that once filled Crusher’s birthing orb dripped and was absorbed back into Legion’s body.

The purple liquid is the life force of all the Shadowcons. It’s what keeps them alive. It is called Dark Energon. Dark Energon is the darker form of Energon. When Unicron corrupted The Fallen and turned The Fallen into one of his Heralds, The Fallen’s life force Energon, was also corrupted and turned into Dark Energon and thus all the Shadowcons were created from Dark Energon and dark powers.

[Shadow]

In the second arena on the other side of the bulkhead, Warzone was still standing with his back to the wall. Broken, dead Shadowcons lay all around him. At this point eight others had tried to rush him but failed. Each was cut down by his arm-like axe weapon. In the center of the arena both Chaos and Specter laid waist to anything that got close enough to them. Every now and then the two would turn and trade blows with each other until the others in the arena would gather in groups to come at them. They would then put their differences aside and take on all newcomers together. Specter created some kind of shadow-like duplicates of himself and they floated around the arena. The other Shadowcons seemed to cower in fear from these spectral shadows. This gave Chaos just enough time to chop down the distracted bots with his rotary blades that his hands morphed into. Warzone took in the fighting around him and seen how Chaos and Specter were fending off wave after wave of other Shadowcons and he felt he had to lend his support. “My turn!” was all Warzone yelled as his axe arm morphed back into a normal arm and he bent down and got on all fours. Small tendrils sprung from his hands and feet and anchored him to the floor. Two very large cannons grew from his back and extended over his shoulders. When fired together, these two cannons had enough power to rip his body apart so he had to anchor himself to stay still. Warzone’s cannons charged for a few seconds and he let the duel rounds explode from the barrels. When the smoke cleared, Chaos and Specter were standing at either side of the destruction. At least thirty five other Shadowcons were caught in the blast and only small pieces of scrap remained. The blast was so powerful that it hit the far wall and blasted its way clean through to the arena on the other side.

Shadowcons from both arenas pored through the large whole in the wall to continue fighting one another. As if there were no longer any worthy Shadowcons left to fight in their arena, Chaos and Specter pushed their way through the wall and spotted a group of new Shadowcons that had promise. Warzone got to his feet and decided to follow as he slowly made his way through the wall, chopping down all in his way with his arm-like axe weapon once again. As Warzone made it through to the other side, he noticed that Chaos and Specter had already cleared a path to the center of the new arena and were now standing a short distance from some other distinguished Shadowcons. One was massive and stood on four legs. Two others looked similar but were differently colored. There was even a few female Shadowcons and one of them had a large clam-like object on her back.

As Warzone inched closer to the now ever growing group in the middle of the arena, he joined in behind Chaos and Specter. Havoc turned and gave the three new bots a nod and raised his sniper cannon for the three to see. Warzone smirked and his two shoulder cannons once more grew from his back and came down to lay on his shoulders, pointed right at Havoc.
“Bigger.” was all Warzone said. Havoc laughed to himself, gave another nod and turned back to give is full attention to Farseer. Shadow could sense that Warzone, Chaos and Specter were not there to fight him or the others but more-or-less curious as to what was happening. Shadow quickly linked the Nexus through to their minds to beat Farseer to it, if that was what she might try to do.
With Farseer now blocked out of their thoughts too, Shadow spoke to them. “Brothers, I am Shadow and our Creator has created us for a purpose. I do not question what that purpose is or will be. We were created to fight and die…”
Before Shadow could finish speaking to the three new Shadowcons, Legion’s back opened up wider. “Arachtera! Quake!” yelled Legion as two new minions sprung from their birthing orbs and hit the floor. Arachtera was a good six feet long, four feet wide and her lower half had eight spider-like legs that sat under s seemingly spider-like body. Where the head would have been, a second more biped looking upper body was connected and it had two scorpion-like claws where arms would be. On Her head was eight deep red optics that scanned the area looking for a victim. Quake was a biped minion. He looked to be just a small version of a Shadowcon. But there was more to him than meets the eye. His feet morphed into flat pile-like tampers. He took a few steps forward and just by him walking the entire floor vibrated with the force of a larger Shadowcon like Malice. Shadow was amazed and could only imagine the force the little minion could slam through his feet if he really wanted to.

As if all thinking together, Warzone, Chaos and Specter already knew they didn’t like this Farseer. They all stepped in closed behind Shadow and the others. Shadow smiled as the three new Shadowcons spoke to him through the Nexus and their thoughts. “I am not siding with you just yet Shadow but if we were created to fight and die, I’m willing to die on this side of the room. Specter said.
“I don’t care were I die and who I kill, Just as long as I get to kill before I die. And I’m with brother Specter… this side of the room looks like a good place to do both.” laughed chaos.
Warzone was the only one to show he was willing to trust Shadow right away and stood in even closer. “I feel a deeper sense of trust on this side. Let’s kill!” said Warzone.

Not a second after Warzone finished, more Shadowcons made their way to the center. Some took up positions behind Farseer and the other two females and some behind Shadow and the larger still growing group. All who took up fighting positions behind Shadow were connected through to the Nexus through Shadow’s thoughts as he did so to better coordinate to them. Shadow was sure Farseer would do the same for those that stood behind her. Those that stood behind Shadow sounded off.
“Flashback here!” came one. “Test Track is the name.” was another name heard.
“We too are here. You can call me Backdraft.”
“And you can call me Firestarter.” These two were twins but Backdraft was male and Firestarter was female. They both had their arms forward and stood there with flames playing and dancing up and down their arms. These two were definitely ready to burn something. Others also came forward. Deepstrike, Thunderpunch, Skyfury, Crash Corse, Battlemaster, Rupture, Withdraw and Outbreak just to name a few. Behind Farseer many others stood. There were now too many to count.

Back in another arena other Shadowcons were still going at it. Many had already Endspark and were already forgotten. Nightshade ducked and sidestepped Nightfire’s blazing whip-like weapons. The tip of one cut through the space just inches from Nightshade’s face. The heat of the blazing whip was so hot that Nightshade had to throw herself back and out of its path. She caught her footing and had to focus her optics to better see. The brightness of the fire had her seeing spots. Another blazing whip came her way and it almost sounded like it was alive and screaming at her as she again moved to sidestep it. “You are too slow my dear sister.”

Nightshade teased as she took to a run toward Nightfire with her blades in attack readiness. Nightfire pulled her arms back and then up to bring both of her whips down on the rushing Nightshade. As the two sisters were feet from each other, Tankcore rushed them both, grabbing each with a set of his arms. He held each of them on either side of his body. “Did you two forget about me? I could just crush you both right now you know?”
“Not if we have anything to say about it!” Nightshade yelled.
As if both sisters were thinking the same thing, Nightfire whipped her right arm out and wrapped its whip around Tankcore’s leg. Fire burst from her arm and down into the whip. Its heat started to burn at Tankcore’s leg. The heat was too much and he was forced to let go. As soon as the two sisters hit the ground, Nightfire quickly lashed out and grabbed Tankcore’s other leg. The larger Shadowcon screamed out in anger as Nightfire pulled and took both legs out from under him. In the midst of falling backward, Nightshade hit the ground, warped away in a puff of black and grey smoke. The second Tankcore hit the ground, Nightshade came out of her warp behind and above him. She slammed her foot down on his face to hold him and slammed both of her swords down and into the locations where his upper pare of shoulders and support for the frame of his chest met. The blades went clear through and into the floor. Tankcore’s main arm actuators were severed. Not only was his footing taken out from under him but he was now without the ability to use his main set of arms. His second pair of arms were a bit farther down his torso and too small to reach out and grab either of the sisters. He bellowed out in defiance as the two sisters gave each other a nod of respect and for a job well done.

[Shadow]

Things were not going so well for the unlucky Shadowcons who still found themselves in the arena with Plague. Plague was not afraid to take on any other Shadowcons who got in his way. As they came to challenge him, they died a horrible death, melted into nothingness as Plague’s corrosive mist-like spray ate away at their bodies. Nova continued to blind others with her flare-like ability and Phantom would cloak move in and rip Spark Chambers from the blinded Shadowcon’s chests. Reaper was the only one in the room not doing much killing. He would chop down another bot here and there if one decided to challenge him but as he killed, he gave those he killed new life. Reaper was something of a duel purpose Shadowcon. Not only could he and would he kill but if those who fell in combat at the end of his blade were worthy enough, he would reach into their extinguished Sparks and re-animate it. Reaper has a strong belief in life after death. That even in death, you can still be of use. He already had two knock out drag out fights with Shadowcons that met Endspark in the end. The first was a larger Shadowcon who had Reaper down and almost beaten but let his guard down to soon. He was quickly cut down by Reaper’s scythe weapon. The second was a very quick but smaller Shadowcon than Reaper who he found to be a worthy opponent. The quickness of this Shadowcon allowed it to do hit and run attacks on Reaper. Reaper had to endure the punishment and quickness but in the end Reaper found that even though all the other Shadowcon’s quick attacks, there was still a weakness. The hit and run attacks were a repeating pattern and as soon as Reaper had the pattern down, he struck with one quick killing blow of his own. These two Shadowcons were once more very much alive and were now standing at Reaper’s sides fending off others who tried to push in on Reaper. “I see death! I see Endspark for many of you! Those who parish by my blade and who are worthy will live to fight another day! We are all Shadowcons but only those of you who truly are one with your inner Spark, your inner darkness will understand what it means to live among the shadows. One of our brethren will lead us from darkness into darkness. This is our destiny as I have seen it! I believe in him and those who follow me and believe as I do will believe in him as well!”
The two Shadowcons Zenith and Quickster at Reaper’s sides bowed their heads and continued on countering any others that came to close.

The Fallen stood still watching as the two groups of Shadowcons grew behind Shadow and Farseer. The thing that got him was that he didn’t recognize this new white/sliver female that so many others were now massing behind. “Who is she?” he asked Necrosis.
“I do not know. Her Spark does not register as one that the Pit created from your essence.” said Necrosis.
“Then let us find out.” said The Fallen.
As The Fallen warped himself into the arena where the two large Shadowcon groups were massing, he decided to warp all others in the other arenas into this very arena. He wanted all to be witness to his power. As the others were warped into the arena, those like Nightshade, Nightfire, Tankcore, Reaper, Nova, Phantom and Plague found themselves standing behind Shadow’s ever growing group. Many other un-named Shadowcons took sides as well. The two groups were now massive as almost every Shadowcon that was left alive from all four arenas took one side or the other. The power levels coming off of Shadow and Farseer were just too great for most to resist. They chose the side they thought was strongest.

The Fallen warped right into the center of the arena between both Shadow and Farseer. He had his back to Shadow as he looked at Farseer. “What is your name? Your Spark does not register as one of my children’s” he asked as he raised his arms and every Shadowcon on both sides erupted. FALLEN! FALLEN!
Farseer’s body was changed when Unicron gave her the power to be one of his Heralds. The Fallen had no idea that he was once more face to face with the traitor Vok who started him on the path he now follows. She did what she was told and gave him a name.
“You may call me Ucronia. I am the daughter of your master Unicron and he has sent me to make sure his plans are followed as he has instructed you Fallen.” This was both truth and a lie. Her name was not really Ucronia and she was not the daughter of Unicron. She was Vok and now a Herald of Unicron and her real reason for being here was not just to make sure The Fallen followed what Unicron instructed him to do but to make sure the Shadowcons found their way back to Unicron and also finish what Unicron knew The Fallen wouldn’t be able to do. And that was to destroy Primus and bring Unicron the Matrix of Leadership.

The Fallen was stunned by what she said. “Ucronia? Why would Unicron send you to watch over me? I need no watching over!” he sighed. “If he feels you are needed here then so be it. I will warn you daughter of Unicron, aid me if you must but otherwise stay out of my way. I will do things as I see fit!”
“I wouldn’t dare dream of making father mad. I am here just to make sure thing go as planed, nothing more, nothing less.” replied Farseer.
The Fallen turned and did a full 360. “This test is over! All of you who still stand are Shadowcon through and through. There will be no more taking of your sibling’s Sparks. From this day forward, YOU ARE ONE!”
Every Shadowcon erupted once more. FALLEN! FALLEN! FALLEN! The Fallen and Farseer once again locked optics. The Fallen gave her an uneasy nod, turned and warped away.