The Monster of Kaon (Transformers Si): Chapter 23

Rage.

No, rage does not even begin to describe what I am feeling right now.

How dare these things desecrate my shield? How dare they take something that belongs to me?

How dare they touch the last thing I have left of my dear friend!?

My T-cog must have been much more in tune with my emotions and spark than I anticipated since I could feel my form continuously change subtly while my optics continued to glow with a deep, unnatural, red light.

I don’t know how long I had wandered the empty void of space a few lightyears away from Velocitron based on the last sightings of the Star Seeker ship. What I do know is that I will get back what is mine, no matter the cost.

And anyone who stands in my way will know exactly why I was called the Monster of Kaon.

For days, I scoured every sector or space around the nearby star systems, hoping to catch this group of disgraces red-handed, but I still ended up empty-handed.

They may be fools and tyrants, but they knew how to hide themselves, much to my chagrin.

Thankfully, I caught a break as my ship picked up the arrival of a fleet of ships that matched the IFF signals that I got from Velocitron that identified the incoming ships as part of the Star Seekers.

Needless to say, when they dropped out of warp, I massacred them wholesale with my ship's weapons, the Laser systems upon which my own laser was based.

Some of them landed groundside on a rocky planet nearby, for what purpose? I did not know.

All I knew was that my targets were up to something, and I could not allow that.

I admit I may have been too consumed by my rage since the death I gave those bots was truly brutal and unjust, but I do not regret what I did. Not after what I learned later on.

It was when I was nearly done with the slaughter that I saw the lead ship warping out of the system, heading somewhere else.

It could have been a trap by either the Star Seekers or any other such forces waiting to rob or kill unsuspecting people.

But I could not care less about it since they could be the lead I am looking for.

So, I put my ship into warp and headed straight after the ship, keeping just enough distance to comfortably follow it but not close enough to make the pilot so desperate that he would choose to fight me then and there.

During all that time, I kept listening in on any kind of signal I could get my hands on with my power while also subtly hacking into the systems of his ship.

The information I got from those transmissions painted quite a grim picture.

Dozens of worlds either destroyed or enslaved, many innocent beings, both organic and mechanical, abducted as slaves or as food for the slaves.

Countless lives ruined by the greed and cruelty of a select few from my race.

I did not know how I should feel about something like that, but I pushed on, keeping an eye on Thundertron, the pilot of the ship I had persuaded.

I recognized this Pirate. Not because of my human memories.

No, it was because I had a run-in with this bot back on Cybertron, back when Megatronus’s spart was targeted by Sentinel’s forces. When I was first banished into the Pits of Kaon by the Prime and his council.

Back then, this one was not much of a fighter. Instead, he was just as Mining bot. One that happened to have seen my massacre of the security bots that took Megatronus’s spark from the Well of Sparks.

Once Thundertron outlived his usefulness and led me straight to his home base, I dealt with him as expected for a pirate like him.

However, when I realized which ship these pirates had taken as their base, I felt truly shocked. No, shocked is not the proper word.

Impossible.

That is the only word I can use to describe what I saw.

After all, how else am I supposed to describe a ship that had been presumed to have been lost with all hands a few million years ago but is now floating in space in front of my very optics?

I used the stealth systems of my ship to slowly circle the familiar ship towards the aft section, hoping to look at the thruster systems and wishing to have my thoughts proven wrong.

Alas, the universe never really gives me what I want, so of course, my guess was right, and it really was the ship I suspected it to be.

The Unitex-1. An experimental starship that was equipped with bleeding edge Quantum Generators which would allow it to surpass all forms of known FTL technology save for the Spacebridges. A one-of-a-kind technology that was lost along with its creator when the ship was never heard from again after its maiden voyage.

A ship that was later renamed the Lost Light in the historical archives by a sentimental data clerk.

My human memories tell me that time travel shenanigans were at play, which was the cause for its disappearance, but my own memories told me otherwise.

After all, I had personally combed through every single corner of this ship before its voyage to make sure that a Prime from the future and his useless sidekick would not ruin everything for Cybertron.

Thankfully, nothing like that ever happened, but I still don’t know why the ship disappeared.

And now, that ship had become a den for space pirates.

With little patience left, I blasted apart the doors of the Cargo bay, exposing me to the ugliness of these Pirates

I felt my rage amplified even more, if that was even possible at this point.

For a few seconds, I truly wanted to make the Pirate known as Sandstorm experience pain the likes of which he could never hope to endure. I wanted to torture him for days on end in many, many creative ways.

However, I will not allow myself to fall to such a low. Because if I do something like that, I would never be able to look Leviathan, Codexa, and the rest of my loved ones in the optics when I leave for the Afterlife.

In the end, I gave him a quick execution according to the Cybertronian laws and headed straight into the ship’s command room.

Which led me to my current predicament.

The pained moans of the bot in front of me sent waves through my emotional matrix as I felt my moral restraints struggling to contain my rage.

His beautiful silver boy plates were ripped away, exposing his internal parts to the stale atmosphere of the ship.

His wings, which he was always so proud of, were nowhere to be seen.

His faceplate, which always held a seriousness to it but hid a warmth only those he called friends and family were allowed to see, was torn away.

His arms and legs were torn apart. From the bent joints and torn connections, it was clear to see that they were not surgically removed but violently ripped from his body.

A simple scan showed that there was not a single part of his body that was untouched by the monsters that did this to him.

And yet, despite everything, his optics still held that defiant and prod gaze. The gaze of a righteous warrior.

Silverbolt, my old friend and the Captain of this ship.

With a thought, my power flooded the systems of Unitex-1 and disconnected his brain module from its main computers.

Instantly, the ship shuddered, and hundreds of warning notifications flooded the main controls.

I ignored all of this and picked up what was left of Silverbolt.

Right now, I do not care if Famine has already fled the ship with one of the escape pods, nor do I care about any reinforcements he might bring.

No, right now, the only thing I care about is saving my friend from his current predicament.

And make those who did this to him pay.

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Unitex-1/ Lost Light:

Silverbolt: