The Monster of Kaon (Transformers Si): Chapter 44

I stared helplessly at the hammer that was so big that no one but the most powerful of bots could ever hope to lift it. To be frank, it was

I stared helplessly at the hammer that was so big that no one but the most powerful of bots could ever hope to lift it.

To be frank, it was not really a bad thing. It was perfectly balanced, made of materials that not even Shockwave could identify, and was near indestructible, as was expected of an artifact of the Primes.

However, the thing that made me feel helpless is what it can do.

Or rather, what it is already doing.

To the side, I could already see the awe-filled faces of the Insecticons, the recently revived Combaticons, and even Shockwave.

Windblade, on the other hand, was practically vibrating where she stood, excited beyond measure as she repeatedly stared between the hammer and me.

All the while, the damned thing hummed with anomalous energy, making what my sensors were telling me to be some form of molecular forge spin to life the moment I held it aloft.

Simply put, the Forge of Solus Prime had somehow found me worthy of its power, which led back to my feeling of helplessness.

Not to say that I am upset that something so convenient happened. However, the fact that the artifact that can only be used by a Prime is responding to me is something that is sending danger signals across the board for me.

Maybe it is my inherent distrust of anything that has to do with the Primes, or maybe it is because I am an untrusting bot in the first place, but I simply cannot help but feel wary of the damned thing.

Originally, I thought that it was because I had the T-Cog of Amalgamous Prime, hence making the forge think that I was Amalgamous.

However, my theory was proven wrong when Windblade tried to pick up the hammer, only for it to remain stone cold and unresponsive, leaving the young femme dejected beyond belief.

With a sigh, I put down the hammer into the container that Shockwave made for it, designed to be carried by us while concealing its presence and unique code from being detected by anyone else.

“Well, that’s that, I guess. Good news is, we might be able to restore you guys back to your full power soon enough, Onslaught.”

“Hahaha! I can’t wait to get to work again! Lord Maximus!”

“Yeah! If I remain grounded any longer, I think I’ll end up with Seeker Sickness.”

“Frag off! Vortex! I called dibs on being the first one to get back my T-Cog.”

“Oh Yeah!? Why don’t you make me back off!?”

I could not help but sigh in annoyance as the familiar squabble began again within this particular group of rowdy younglings.

Back in the days of the Ascenticons, this group of bots was one of the rare few survivors of the Institute led by Sentinel and his cohort.

While I still don’t know just what the hell Sentinel was doing over there, I know that the ability that this team had to become a Combiner was given to them in that Institute. And not in a painless way either, given that it took many cycles before they could even hold a proper conversation with someone instead of being reduced to feral beasts.

However, once they overcame that trauma, they evolved into one of our most capable groups of scouts and spies, with many a great victory attributed to their ability.

That being said, none of those achievements ever stopped them from being a nuisance to the others.

But then again, it was that liveliness of theirs that filled us with hope back in the day. It was for younglings like them that we fought so hard.

I saw Onslaught give an exasperated sigh while Swindle and Brawl, the last two members of the team, gave amused looks between the quarreling Vortex and Blastoff.

“Well, looks like you’ve had your hands full while we went for Vector Sigma.”

Onslaught gave me a distinctly unimpressed look.

“You think? Imagine what I felt when I had to deal with their idiocy when we were still restrained to the medical slabs, side by side!”

“”Hey!/What the hell man?””

I could not help but burst out laughing as Onslaught gave them a withering glare in return to their outburst.

With amusement, I placed my palms on both Vortex and Blastoff’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry. If my theory is right, I will be able to reforge all of your T-Cogs very quickly. Then, you can go back to helping me out and locating any of the others that are still on the planet, left in stasis like you.”

The two young bots grinned at my words.

“Of course! Lord Maximus.”

“Good. Now, go and get some Energon. You’ll need to accelerate your healing process.”

“Oh! What about Red Energon!? Can you synthesize some for us?”

“No.”

I gave them a glare and denied it straight away, making them cower a bit before hastily making a retreat to the medical bay.

While it was relatively easy for me to synthesize the so-called Red Energon, especially since it was Shockwave and I who originally created its prototype, the Ore-13 of Project Regenesis, I did not want to create it unless absolutely necessary.

While Red Energon speeds up a bot beyond their limits and makes them nearly invincible on the field, Shockwave’s research showed that it had an addictiveness to it.

In small doses, the effects are not all that apparent. But they become very clear when a bot continues using it.

At one point, the body of the bot becomes so used to moving and processing at the boosted speeds that they literally becomes incapable of surviving on regular Energon.

As they made their retreat, I turned to Windblade, who was still looking at the Forge with her optics.

“So? What do you think?”

“You were right, Maximus. I can see the anomalous energy within the Forge is falling with every second of its usage. It is not that observable when it is in the idle state, but I saw the energy reserves falling drastically when you used it to restore Onslaught’s arm.”

“Hm. Makes sense. All those amazing abilities it has must come from somewhere. How many uses do you think we can get out of this?”

Shockwave remained silent at my question, looking between the live feed from Windblade’s optics, showing what others could never see without an artifact of the Primes, and the data from the Forge.

Finally, after considering everything and taking every possible variable into consideration, he gave an answer that I had expected.

“Unknown. We simply do not have enough data to predict such things. However, if we were to guess based on the energy expended during Onslaught’s repair, I would say we have somewhere between ten to fifteen uses before the anomalous energy within it is used up.”

I nodded at those words.

“Alright. In that case, we should first use it to reforge-“

My words were interrupted by an explosion that blinded me.

I heard the pain-filled cries of my companions and the thundering footfalls of a titan.

And then, I knew no more.

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The Combaticons:

Onslaught:

Brawl:

Vortex:

Swindle:

Blastoff: