“Commander’s log, possibly final entry. My crew has entered cryo sleep. I shall do so as well after this final log. Somehow, the tachyon eddy that we hit managed to get us far outside the galactic barrier. Our science team has failed to find an explanation. As Tachyon eddies should not reach as far as this one did. All my life, I had wanted to be the commander that found the world that would birth a new Empire, but alas, it would seem that dream has taken a critical blow. Should this message reach anyone, know that we tried our best, and might one day complete our objective, but for the moment, we must do what we can to keep us afloat. This is commander Verak TPala, signing out.”

The log ended and left Yamik, Prestine, and Harmony at a loss for words. “A tachyon eddy?” Prestine asked. “That’s impossible. Tachyon Eddies can’t reach that far out.” She said.

“I don’t get it either Cmdr.” Yamik responded. “And yet, from what we’ve been able to get off their computers, all signs point to it.” He said. “Now you know why I called you here.”

Harmony meanwhile was running through the Federation database connected to her system. “And here’s something even more confusing. Based on what I’m reading in the database, tachyon eddies only affect a ship in this way if said ship has solar sails. And the d’deridex doesn’t have any solar sails.” She revealed.

“So how the hell was the D’deridex affected?” Prestine asked. “Unless they had solar sails slapped onto the hull, the D’deridex shoulda stayed put.”

“Maybe our visiting commander can shed some light on it.” Yamik suggested.

“I’d like to know when he’s available to talk. Hopefully he wakes up soon.” Prestine said.

“Would it not make sense to instead talk to the science team?” Harmony inquired.

“Captain’s orders. Until we can be sure that the crew won’t try any funny business, only the commander can be awakened.” Yamik told her. “Call it cautious diplomacy.” He said.

“That makes sense.” Harmony concluded. “They do have a numbers advantage on us.”

“Exactly. Even with our advanced tech, they could still overpower us.” Yamik told her, before the intercom system sounded off.

“Yamik, Prestine, Harmony. Update on the Salvation’s logs?” Asked Captain Maxima.

“Well, we found out how the Salvation got out here. But it only raised more questions.” Prestine reported. “They hit a tachyon eddy that pushed them out here.” She said.

“Tachyon eddy? That shouldn’t be possible.” Proxima responded.

“And yet that’s what it says on the ship’s log captain.” Prestine retorted. “I just don’t know what else to say. Their science team never managed to figure it out, and I can’t imagine a scenario where it could be possible without further study.” She told her.

“Alright. Keep at it.” Proxima responded before the connection cut. After a second, Prestine turned to Yamik.

“Yamik, send all the science logs to the lab. Maybe 8 centuries worth of discoveries can sort this out.” She asked.

“Knock yourself out.” Yamik responded as he sent the logs. With that, Prestine left the security office, her mind racing with theories.

(Start to about 1:24)
Space: The final frontier. This is the story of the USS Equestria. A ship fresh out of construction, with a crew fresh from the Academy. Together they will embark on a mission of discovery, and evolution. They will explore a strange new frontier, seek out new life and a new civilization, and boldly go farther than anyone has ever gone.

“Personal Log: Commander Sela…T’Pala. It would seem that no matter what I do, I simply cannot cut myself off from the past. It always finds a way to sneak back in. As apparent with the surname of commander Verak. I know that a surname alone should not incite PTSD, but even so, I fear what I might do should it act up again.”

Sela could not look away. She simply could not. She had come to the Medbay after Doctor Boimler informed her that he was back onboard, and when she arrived, she saw who she presumed was Commander Verak laying on a biobed. She had been trying to maintain her composure ever since as Boimler sat her down on a bed as far from Verak as possible and began her neural scan, but to say it wasn’t easy would be putting it mildly.

Boimler, for his part, could tell that Sela was trying to keep it together, and he didn’t blame her after what she had gone through. “He’s expected to wake up soon.” He commented, trying to break the awkward silence that had befallen them. “Hopefully he doesn’t panic when he realizes he’s on a Federation ship.” He said.

“I am sure we will receive some level of civil hostility towards us from him.” Sela responded, she couldn’t help the Venom in her voice, it sounded almost like she wanted an excuse to deck the commander should it come to that.

Boimler picked up on Sela’s animosity towards the commander. “I’m sure the Captain can handle any hostility the Commander directs towards us.” He said.

Speaking of Proxima, at that moment, the Captain entered the Medbay and made her way towards Boimler and Sela. As she passed the Romulan Commander’s bed, she couldn’t help but take a nervous glance at them, worried about when they inevitably awoke. “Report doctor.” She said as she reached Boimler and Sela.

“His vitals are stable. He’s expected to awaken at any moment. I’ve erected a force field around the bed as a precaution.” Boimler reported.

“Smart.” Proxima responded as she turned her attention to Sela. “And how are you doing Commander?” She asked, concern clear as day after having learned what happened on the ship.

“I am ok Captain.” Sela responded. “Just…attempting to hold it together.”

“Your Neural activity is definitely a bit high. And your ESI is worsening ever so slightly.” Boimler reported. “Commander, I had thought we had come to the agreement that you would not try to contain your emotions?” He asked.

“I am aware doctor.” Sela responded. “But given what I almost did onboard the derelict, I made the tactical decision to keep them bottled until Commander Verak leaves.” She explained.

Boimler understood what Sela was trying to say, but Proxima was confused. “What did you almost do?” She asked.

Sela glanced away from Proxima, embarrassed to have to admit to it. “I…pulled a phaser on Verak’s stasis pod when I found out he and I shared a surname…and almost pulled the trigger.” She informed Proxima. “It was a knee jerk reaction engaged by my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.”

Proxima had to recoil after hearing that, but she understood that Sela had quite a seething disdain for her surname because of her parents. So she wasn’t all that surprised that her PTSD would kick in. “If you’d like Sela, I see no reason for you to be around Verak at all.” She offered.

Sela understood what Proxima was attempting to do, and after thinking it over. She agreed. “It is probably for the best. I would hate for Verak to be caught in the crossfire over something he has no clue about.” She said. Recognizing that no matter what surname he had, Verak had no part in her trauma.

Almost as if he heard them, Boimler. Sela, and Proxima all heard the low, groggy groaning of someone waking up. Proxima turned her head to see Verak moving his hand to his head.

On the Bio Bed, Verak’s eyes fluttered open as he awakened from his 800 year nap. He was met with a bright light that made his eyes squint. As his vision started to clear, he moved his hand up to his head to soothe a headache he was experiencing. “Ugh. I despise Cryosleep.” He muttered as he glanced around, at that moment, he realized that he was not where he first thought he was. “Where am I?” He asked, not yet realizing that he was not alone.

“You are in our Medbay, aboard the USS Equestria.” He heard a female voice say. He glanced around, trying to find out who said that, before his eyes gazed upon…a pastel colored Quadruped? He blinked a few times. Wondering if he was seeing things.

After a few moments of silence, attempting to process what he was seeing, he decided to speak up. “Who are you?” He asked, eying the strange being. His eyes found the badge on the shirt and he recognized it after a second. “Oh bloody hell.” He said, sighing. “You are Starfleet. From the Federation.” He groaned. “I’m on a Federation starship am I.” He deduced.

“Yes you are.” Proxima responded. “I am Captain Proxima Maxima of the Federation Starship Equestria.” She told him.

“We picked up your automated distress signal and found you and your crew drifting through space in Cryo sleep.” Doctor Boimler told Verak, walking up beside Proxima.

“That is apparent.” Verak responded as he sat up on the bed. “How long have we been asleep?” He asked.

Proxima and Boimler glanced at each other, both wondering if they should tell him. Their choice however was made for them when they heard Sela pipe up as she walked by on her way out. “You have been asleep for 827 years. Give or take.” Sela said as she walked out of the Medbay Boimler dismissing her.

Boimler and Proxima glanced at the departing commander before they turned their attention back to Verak. Verak, when he heard the time length, stared at them, he and his crew had been asleep for eight centuries? And somehow they were still alive? The information became too much to bear and his brain shut down, making him faint back down on the bed.

Boimler managed to catch Verak and ease him back down into a lying position, shaking his head. “Not how I would have broken it to him.” He commented.

“Let him wake back up on his own, give him a full checkup, and then send him to my ready room.” Proxima ordered.

“Aye captain.” Boimler responded. “Do you also want me to run his DNA through the database to see if he and Sela…” He trailed off.

Proxima understood what Boimler wanted to do, and nodded. “If there’s a chance. It’s better that we know sooner rather than later.” She told him.

“Agreed.” Boimler responded before going to work.

Proxima in turn left the medbay and trotted down the hall to catch up to Sela. “Commander!” She called out.

Sela stopped in her tracks and turned back to see Proxima approaching. “Captain.” She acknowledged, sighing. “I believe I know what you are going to say. And I agree, in hindsight, that was not the most logical way to inform him.” She said. Indeed when she left the Medbay, she realized the error she had made.

“Yeah. Boimler and I would have preferred something a bit more tactful.” Proxima responded as the pair walked alongside each other.

“I apologize. I was not thinking clearly.” Sela said.

Proxima nodded. “Well, cat’s out of the bag now. Let’s just hope Verak and I can hash everything out.” She said.

“If their mission really is to find a new Homeworld, as Yamik reported while searching the logs, perhaps we can find a suitable M class planet in this region of the satellite galaxy.” Sela suggested.

“Assuming of course N’Var isn’t going to want them to return to our galaxy.” Proxima replied. “The Tal’Shiar as we know it from the historical record is not something we want roaming around without some kind of restrictions.”

“Indeed captain.” Sela said in agreement. She knew what the Tal’Shiar were capable of, and she knew that they were not a force to underestimate.

Outside the ship, Blitzwing, in his Jet form, flew around the Salvation, looking for any signs of solar sails attached to the hull. “Hm…I don’t know.” He said into his comlink after a few minutes. “Not seeing any hardpoints or hatches that could indicate solar sails.” He said.

“The hull looked relatively intact with only a few scuffs and scratches. There’re no broken poles or such?” Asked Cmdr Baker from within the Salvation.

“Not that I can see. I’ll keep—“ Blitzwing was cut off when something filled his comma system. “What in the name of Primus?!” He asked as his audio receptors were subjected to what he first thought was static, but then he listened closer, and his figurative eyes widened when he recognized the dialect being spoken. “The heck?” He asked as the dialect stopped.

“Blitzwing? What’s going on out there?” Asked a concerned Baker.

“I just received some kind of signal, with CYBERTRONIAN Dialect.” Blitz responded.

“What? From where?” Baker asked.

Blitzwing used his onboard instruments to trace the source of the signal, and was perplexed when he traced it back to… “Ok this makes no sense. The signal came from the Equestria. Switching Channels.” He said as he switched channels before Baker could say anything. “Cliffjumper, Teletran, did either of you send out a signal using Cybertronian Dialect?” He asked.

“Not me.” Cliff Responded.

“I didn’t.” Teletran responded. “I was gonna ask the same thing of you.” He added.

“So all of us received that?” Blitz asked. “Was anyone teaching Harmony Cybertronian?”

“No. She never asked.” Teletran responded. “Besides, she’s occupied with the Salvation Investigation.”

“Then what in the name Megatron’s pistons made that signal?” Blitz asked, confusion apparent in his voice. “It came from the Equestria, but there shouldn’t…be…wait.” Blitz trailed off as he came to a realization. “Teletran, the Equestria has a Captain’s Yacht does it not?” He asked.

“According to all the technical schematics for the Hydra class it does.” Teletran responded. “Why?”

“I think I know where that signal came from. Someone talk to our Starfleet friends and ask if we could take a look at the Yacht. If my hunch is right, that thing is more than meets the eye.” Blitz told them. He cut the comma before he made a Beeline for the Equestria. “If it IS the yacht, then the Ad Astra per Aspera we just received would make sense.” He commented on the nature of the Cybertronian dialect.

Back in the Medbay, Boimler was setting the computer on matching Verak’s DNA when he heard grumbling from Verak’s Biobed. He turned his attention to that bed and saw Verak stirring awake. He approached the bed as Verak fluttered his eyes open and looked around.

Verak’s mind raced as he awoke from his previous unconscious state. His eyes opened to see the familiar sight he remembered seeing from the first time he woke up. He raised an eyebrow. “Curious.” He said groggily.

“Good morning there sunshine.” Verak heard someone say.

Verak turned his head to the source of that voice and saw the same white uniformed doctor from before, wearing a familiar delta. “So it is not a dream.” He deduced with a groan, he had hoped it was a dream that he was on a Starfleet vessel. It would seem not to be the case.

“I’m afraid not.” Boimler responded. “How are you feeling commander?”

“Fine for the moment.” Verak responded. “Am I really 827 years in the future?”

“Indeed you are.” Boimler responded. “From what we could gather, you rode a tachyon Eddie into extra galactic space and had to go into cryo sleep some time after.” He explained.

“Yes…yes I remember that.” Verak replied as it came back to him. “It was the most unexplainable thing we had encountered.”

Boimler nodded in agreement. “Yeah. We’re trying to figure it out ourselves. We were hoping you would share your own findings.” He told him.

“You will need to consult with my science team.” Verak responded. “Tell me, is there a commanding officer present?” He asked. Not remembering the pastel quadruped that introduced herself as ship’s captain.

“There is.” Boimler responded. “Captain Proxima Maxima. She wants to meet with you in her ready room once I clear you.” He informed him.

Proxima Maxima, why did that name sound familiar to Verak? He contemplated it for a moment, before resigning to the fact he will meet this Captain soon enough. “And who might you be?” He asked.

“Doctor Phlox Boimler at your service.” Boimler responded. Throughout the conversation he had been running medical scans on Verak. After a moment, he smiled and cleared his HUD. “And with that, your medical checkup is complete, you will be happy to know that you do not appear to be suffering from anything.” He announced.

“How fortunate.” Verak responded. “Hang on. That was it? All you did was scan me?” He asked, curiously.

“Welcome to the future.” Boimler responded simply. “Medical science and technology has advanced by leaps and bounds in the last 827 years.”

Verak listened to Boimler’s explanation, and it made sense, technological advancement was inevitable. “Intriguing.” Was all he could say.

Boimler nodded and lowered the force field, Verak slid off the Biobed and stood on his feet for perhaps the first time in centuries. “Ensign Dramon here will escort you to the captain’s ready room.” He told Verak, gesturing to the security ensign assigned to Verak for his safety, and for the more primary safety of the crew.

“Thank you Doctor.” Verak responded as the Ensign Dramon escorted Verak away, allowing Boimler to move on with something else. Before he did however, he tapped his combadge. “Boimler to Maxima. Verak’s on his way.” He informed Her.

In Maxima’s ready room, both Sela and Maxima heard the message. Proxima nodded in response. “Acknowledged Boimler.” She said before the connection was cut out. turning her attention back to what she was doing before. “Apologies Cliff, Teletran. Proceed.” She said.

“Captain, we have reason to believe that your captain’s yacht may have been affected by the emergence protocol.” Cliff responded.

“The one that brought forth Harmony CyberSpark.” Teletran said.

“How did you come to that conclusion?” Sela asked, Sela was asked to the ready room after Proxima was contacted by Cliff and Teletran, asking to inspect her yacht.

“For one, it would seem that the Starfleet Delta on the back of the pilot’s seat now has an autobot symbol on it.” Cliff responded. “I’m assuming that wasn’t there before.”

“And we are detecting a faint sparkbeat. A sign that this vehicle may actually be a Cybertronian.” Teletran explained.

“If that is the case, how come they have not made a peep before now?” Sela asked.

“I don’t know. Perhaps it is stasis. Captain, with your permission, I would like to route Energon directly into the yacht, give it a boost as it were.” Teletran proposed.

“Hold for now.” Proxima responded. “We do not want to stretch ourselves too thin.”

“Aye captain.” Teletran responded, cutting the connection.

With the connection cut, Sela decided to pull up a hologram of the captain’s Yacht. “How curious.” She said.

“You can say that again.” Proxima responded as they both studied the hologram. “We have not yet had a need to deploy the yacht in any situation. It’s just been sitting in its docking indent.”

“Perhaps that is why we did not notice such changes to it. I am pretty sure the only time anyone has set foot in it before was when Harmony claimed it showed up as red during our last mining operation.” Sela suggested.

Proxima opened her mouth to say something, before the familiar doorbell chirp sounded, alerting them that someone wanted to enter. Sela couldn’t help but tense up, knowing that it was likely Verak. ‘Whoever he might be related to, he’s not them.’ She told herself in an effort to keep it together.

Proxima could tell that Sela wanted to get out of there. “Come!” She called out before turning to Sela. “Dismissed Cmdr.” She told her, giving her the out Sela was undoubtedly looking for.

“Aye captain.” Sela responded as she stood up. She heard the door open and turned to see Verak and Ensign Dramon walk in. She kept looking straight on as she walked past the two new arrivals back out onto the bridge.

Verak, for his part, marveled at the vessel he was walking through. Despite the ever present fact that it was decidedly Federation, which he was raised to hate but didn’t, he couldn’t help but be in awe of the decor and construction, as well as the apparent insta-transport that he experienced. The ensign that was escorting him led him onto the bridge, where he noticed the multi species crew that he had come to expect from the Federation. As he entered what he assumed was the ready room however, he received a surprise when a Vulcan female officer turned to leave, and Verak noticed the color of her eyes. They were silver in color, something that caught Verak off guard, though he did not show it. He watched as the officer walked past and out of the ready room, his mind racing. ‘Silver eyes? That should be impossible…unless…’ He did not get a chance to ponder on it as the Vulcan left and his attention was turned back to the matter at hand when the Ensign spoke up. “Commander Verak, meet Captain Proxima Maxima. Captain of the USS Equestria.” The ensign introduced them.

“Thank you Dramon.” The being Verak concluded as Captain Maxima responded before dismissing the ensign. When the Ensign left, Maxima turned her attention to Verak. “Greetings Cmdr Verak, welcome to the year 3212.” She said.

Verak heard her voice and saw her mouth moving, but he found himself at a loss for words. His mind connected the dots as to where he had heard the name Proxima Maxima before. The name belonged to the pastel colored quadruped that he had seen in the Medbay. “…You are this vessel’s captain?” He asked, struggling to wrap his head around it. “You look like something a captain might keep as a pet.” He stated flatly, naturally oblivious to how offensive that sounded.

Proxima couldn’t help but wince at the remark, but understood that Verak was none the wiser, so she had already come up with a response. “I am actually what is known as an Equine. A race of quadruped beings hailing from the Planet Equis in the Delta Quadrant.” She stated. “We only developed warp travel in the last five years, which is why the galaxy at large had not heard of us until we started reaching out.” She explained.

“Five years, and you are a captain in Starfleet?” Verak asked, skeptical based on his understanding of typical timelines for Federation officer training.

“It is a long story and one that is of no concern.” Captain Maxima responded, deciding not to get into her specific situation. “Right now, I am more concerned about how you and your vessel could be so far outside of our home galaxy. Especially when the method by which you got out here should be impossible.” She explained.

Verak nodded as the events of that day came back to him again. “Indeed. It was perhaps the most unexplainable thing we had ever encountered. We had detected the eddy with enough time to avoid it, but because eddies, as you may already be aware, only affect vessels with solar sails, we did not believe that we would be affected.” He explained. “But the moment we hit that eddie, we accelerated to speeds that should have, by all accounts, destroyed us and the Salvation. It was honestly a miracle we even survived.” He said. “And of course that is not also taking into account the seemingly impossible length of the Eddie in question.”

“Did you go into Cryo sleep after you decelerated?” Proxima asked.

“We did. By the time we managed to get out of the clutches of the eddie, our power had been severely drained, Cryo sleep was our only choice if we wished to live long enough for someone to answer our distress signal.” Verak replied. “I…had hoped that we would be rescued by a Romulan vessel. But I am no less grateful for your assistance.” He admitted.

“I’ve got some people on the Salvation looking into exactly what happened. To say we’re surprised to see a centuries old D’Deridex Class warbird out here would be underselling it.” Proxima explained.

“I would imagine. And it is equally surprising to see a Federation ship out here.” Verak responded. “Are you merely out here exploring? Or is there a specific reason you are out here?” He asked.

Proxima opened her mouth to answer, before the lights in her ready room turned red and the red alert alarm sounded. “Maxima to Bridge. Report.” Maxima commed the bridge.

“We have the Terrorcons inbound captain. Closing fast.” Sela reported.

“Terrorcons?” Verak asked, confused.

“Hostile force that harasses us a lot out here.” Proxima responded as she got up out of her seat. “Excuse me.” She said as she proceeded out of the ready room and onto the bridge.

Verak, curious about what was going on, followed Proxima out onto the bridge, where he saw the Vulcan Commander from before getting up from the Captain’s seat.

Sela heard the door open and went to stand up, she spotted Verak behind Captain Maxima, and worked hard to keep her composure as she clasped her hands behind her back while Maxima spoke up. “What’s the scoop Cmdr Shron?” She asked.

“Multiple enemy contacts. Bearing 123 mark 211.” Shron reported. “Initial scans show one of those Megabot combiner ships we encountered during our last mining trip, escorted by 6 Corvette types.” He said.

“How long until they get within weapons range?” Maxima asked.

“T-minus five minutes Captain.” Norman responded.

“Should we withdraw?” Prestine asked, looking back from her station. “Five minutes is plenty of time to get the hell out of here.” She said.

“It would also leave the Salvation without any means of defending itself.” Yamik countered.

Proxima, coming to that same conclusion, turned to Norman. “Raise Baker.” She told him. Norman did as told and raised their chief engineer.

“You’re on Captain.” He alerted Maxima.

“Equestria to Cmdr Baker.” Maxima called. “Chief how’s it looking over there?” She asked.

“Well, we’re about to try to restart power. Should thank whatever higher power kept their singularity core from kicking the bucket. Stand—“

Over on the Salvation, before Baker could even finish her sentence, there was a power surge that sent Sparks flying. Baker backed away in instinct, and she and the Engineers she brought over from the Equestria watched as the Singularity faded away, finally dying out. “Oh for crying out loud.” Baker facepalmed before addressing the Captain again. “Scratch that, this ship is running purely off batteries and combadge power now, the Singularity Core just died.” She said.

“Will the power reserves in the batteries last for a while?” Maxima asked.

“If all nonessential systems stay offline, probably.” Baker replied.

“Is the ship warp capable?” Maxima asked.

“Not even close.” Baker responded immediately. “We’d need at least a week to get this thing warp ready.” She estimated.

“You have 5 minutes until we have Terrorcon forces bearing down on us.” Maxima told her. “Can she be towed through warp by the Equestria?”

“Given the size of this thing compared to the Equestria, even with multi vector mode, we’d just as likely tear this ship apart.” Baker responded. “Sorry Captain, she ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.” She told her.

On the bridge, Proxima nodded for Baker’s report. “Alright. Standby for orders.” She said, before turning to her crew.

Throughout the whole thing, Verak was growing worried that the federation starship might elect to abandon the Salvation and flee. “Captain Maxima.” He spoke up. “I recognize that ultimately you have the final say, but I implore you, do not leave the Salvation to be a victim of this hostile alien force.” He said. “She and her crew have already suffered so much.”

Proxima weighed their options. The last thing she wanted to do was abandon the Salvation, but she had to consider their own mission and the importance of the cargo they carried. As well as her ship’s capabilities.

Shron was also thinking about that, and he had an idea. “If the Salvation’s weapons and defense systems were brought back online. It’s possible that the ship could hold its own against the Terrorcons.” He proposed. “Given the age of the ship I’m not confident it can hold out for long. But combined with the Equestria’s firepower, it should be able to survive this battle.” He theorized.

Proxima considered her tactical officer’s input, and theory was sound. “Cmdr Baker.” She addressed her chief engineer. “How fast can you and your team get the Salvation to combat ready status?” She asked.

“Assuming the plasma weaponry survived the journey and subsequent centuries of disuse. We can probably get it online here pretty quickly.” Baker responded. “The issue is power, but I think I may have a way to mitigate that issue.” She said.

“How so?” Proxima asked.

“If someone brings over an Energon Battery, I recon just one of those can power this entire ship for as long as we need.” Baker proposed.

“Captain Maxima.” Verak cut in. “I can assist in getting weapons online. The Salvation will stand with the Equestria against this threat.” He stated. He may not have known the whole situation, but he understood that their collective survival depended on them fighting side by side.

Proxima considered the options they had. They couldn’t exactly run, and she wasn’t confident they could protect the Salvation while it did nothing, seeing that they only had one real option, she turned to her crew. “Shron, Paris, Sela, go with Verak. You three and Baker act as his bridge crew.” She ordered. “Get the Salvation ready for action. The Equestria will buy you the time you need.” She said.

While Shron and Paris responded immediately and headed for the Turbolift with Verak, Sela hesitated. She could see the logic in Maxima’s thinking. She wanted someone there to take over in case Verak was incapacitated, but Sela was…less than confident that she could maintain her self control and keep her PTSD in check. Despite that, after a second, she nodded and addressed the people in the Turbolift. “I shall stop by Engineering and pick up the Energon Battery and meet you there.” She told them, before tapping her combadge and transporting directly to Engineering.

While the Turbolift door closed, Proxima nodded to her remaining Staff. “Red Alert. Weapons Hot deflector to maximum. Engage MultiVector mode and put us between the Terrorcons and the Salvation.” She ordered. “We have to buy them enough time to get their weapons and shields back online.”

“Aye captain.” Her staff responded as they got to work, preparing for the coming battle.

To Be Continued…

Author's Note

He lives! again!

Hopefully this is the last time I am gone for so long for a while. Thanks for reading. And hope to see you all next time.