A New World, A New Transformation

Warning hull breech

Warning core system down

Warning cool system malfunction

Warning life support offline

Warning unidentified life forms detected

Weapon system damage

Active emergency reboot

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I feel consciousness return to my body as my optics reboot, revealing the red warning lights cascading upon my proto-steel plated body. Glancing around the pod, I notice several breaches in its hull yet I myself was left undamaged. ''Computer, damage report.''

Shields down by 99.9%, hull integer 79.99999%damaged, thrustersoffline, weapon system 89.7869% damaged. Lift off not possible.

''Are repairs possible?'' I ask, not liking what I was hearing. Somehow, the Cybertonian proto-steel hull of the pod was heavily damaged. There were two things in the known universe that could damage it: Energon based weaponry and proto-steel weaponry.What had happened while I was offline?

Negative, damage is too far. Instinctive repairs are not possible

''Scarp!!! What is our location?'' I yell, slamming my fist into the armchair, with sparks flying off.

''Location unknown…-krrr-... undiscovered planet...-krrr-... unidentified life form detected...-krrr-... threat level unknown...”

I growl in frustration at the computer's timing, but I am not surprised that it died on me. The pod is nothing but scrap, I should be happy it lasted this long. With the last of the pod’s power gone, I manually open door, and for the first time in cycles, I take my first steps outside of the pod. I find myself surrounded by dark woodlands, the bio-sphere reminding me of the sights that Rhinox spoke of back on Earth. I didn't waste nanoseconds on sightseeing; even if I was on a different planet, I still had my mission: the defense of the protoforms. Again, the loss of the computer hits me. Without the computer, I have no idea as the location of the others. It would foolhardy to hope that they were close by, but I still have try… for their sakes.

Silently, I offer a prayer to Primus that the protoforms are safe. I begin scouting the nearby area in an attempt to gather information on… whatever this planet is. As the earth shakes with each step I take, I can’t shake the feeling of something watching me from the shadows. Mentally, I check my personal defense systems: Mini Ion Displacer ammo, 23%; Photon Burst Rifle ammo, 25%; EMP Shotgun ammo, 4%. Immediately, I frown at the low numbers of the Energon-based weaponry. Quickly, I bring up my Energon Levels… my optics widen at the 13%.

''Scrapping Predacon Bumper Kisser!!!'' I curse, shutting down my primarily guns, hoping that, with them offline, my fuel levels would stabilize. I give a sigh of relief once the level raises to a safe 52% charge.

“'It's an A4-13 situation.'' I said to myself, ''conserve all Energon till an adequate source is found or alternate fuel source is obtain.'' With a flick of my right wrist, the arm reformed into an broadsword. ''Nothing like the old classics. I would take blade weaponry over a gun any day.'' I thought before a pillar of flame hits me in the back, superheating the metal. A triumphant roar fills the night air...

Canterlot Castle

Celestia's PoV

With a grim look, I stand on my balcony, staring in the direction of the Everfree with Twilight's hastily written letter in hoof.  The letter may have rested my worries for my student and the little village, but other than that, it didn't place my current fears to rest. If it wasn't for Palkia, Darkrai, Luna, and myself working together, the meteor would have hit Canterlot, wiping the mountain city along with Ponyville off the map. It all took all four of us to even push it high enough for it to miss, but we didn't expect it bursting into pieces.

While most of us managed to avoid getting hit, the space dragon, Palkia, wasn't so lucky. he took one in the face before Darkrai and my sister teleported him from taking more damage. It amazed me that the Pokemon were so sturdy. If any other took that, hit they won't be walking away from it, yet the Pokemon not only survived the hit, but the piece of meteor did very little damage to him. Idly, I wonder where the meteor had originated from. We have had them before, but never of this size… Maybe Arceus moving his “children” had something to do with it?

''No,'' I disagree with myself, ''Arceus wouldn't have anything to do with that meteor. There's no way he'll intentionally endanger both his Pokemon and my ponies.''

''True,'' says my mind, ''yet Arceus isn't much for foresight. Remember that he simply foal-napped his Pokemon and the former humans from their homes and brought them here without their consents.''

With that said, I began to think about the Pokemon god and all he had done since he showed up on my doorstep. He caused massive panic all over the world when the various Equuian races woke to find the Pokemon in their beds and backyard, setting mountains of paperwork to siege the leaders of Equus, myself included.

But strangely, I soon found myself admiring the alien leader Arceus...there was just something about him that led me to enjoy his presence, but what? Just what was it about him that I find not only annoying (in a good way) but so refreshing? Is it the fact that he too is an immortal as well, leaving me to find solace that me and my sister won't be left so alone in the next thousand years? Not only that, but his Legendaries were also immortal, if what Darkrai told Luna was true… It seems that life as an immortal had just gotten a little brighter with the arrival of the Pokemon. Things have gotten better since they arrived. Luna is happier since she befriended Darkrai and took him in as her student, Twilight is becoming a better princess of friendship, and most of all, Discord is maturing into a fine three thousand year old immortal.

“Sister!” calls Luna, interrupting my thoughts. But not before they leave me with the mental image of Arceus putting a flower in my mane.

“Yes, Luna”? I call back hiding my blush from the lovely fading mental image

”We have a problem. Arceus is here leaving scorch marks in the Zebrican carpet… again.”

''NOOO!!! Not the five hundred year old carpets! They were a gift!!! I lament, galloping to stop the destruction of my favorite rugs.