From the main Timeline of 1650.
Possible...
The year 1500, 100 years before Season 1 and 2.
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Welcome to Cybertron. A colorful and beautiful world, home to a diverse array of flora and fauna. The creatures that live there are called Cybertronians because they have bodies made of steel.
150 years ago...
Iacon City,
Our sparkling lights illuminate the night.
Today the streets are quite busy, people on the sidewalks, doing various activities, such as walking, joking around.
A taxi was carrying passengers, and there was also a driver in the front.
So there were three passengers: a little girl, her mother, and her father.
The little girl was on her mother's lap looking at the scenery of the journey.
"Huh... why can't it be? No-no. You haven't even examined him, why are you rejecting him just based on his diagnosis?" The father was busy with telecommunications.
"Sir, I'm sorry. I really can't. There have been many cases like this, and no one has ever survived, especially when it's at the final stage," said a voice from the father's telecommunications system.
The father took a deep breath. He then turned off the communication device and stroked his forehead.
"Dad, let's go to the exhibition!" said the girl.
The father smiled, but it was a hollow smile. He leaned in close to his wife's ear.
"But we're in a hurry," the father whispered softly.
The wife then gripped her husband's palm tightly. She nodded once—asking him to obey her.
"...Okay!" replied the husband. But his eyes were closed.
The father/husband then approached the driver.
"Hey, can we stop by that exhibition over there?" said the father/husband.
The taxi driver replied, "Of course!"
The driver turned back to the exhibition location he had just passed, because of his passenger's request.
A radio song came on, a guitar strumming song with a singer singing a song about hope.
"Yeah! I love you, Dad!!" said the girl.
"Come on... come here, daddy, give me a hug!" said the father.
Then the father hugged and held his little angel.
"My little angel, what do you want to play at the exhibition?" asked the father.
"I want to go fishing with my dad. I want a big fish!" said the little girl.
"Wow, how big is it?" asked the father.
"Wide and long. Just like daddy's body. I want to see it in our aquarium too!" said the little girl.
"Hmm... okay... dad will definitely get the giant fish!" said the father.
The mother then said, "Instead of going into the aquarium, how about you cook?"
"Wow, I can. Mom's cooking is the best!" said the little girl.
"Cough!" the little girl sounded a little coughy.
....
Finally they arrived at the exhibition they had missed earlier.
The father then carried his little angel on his shoulders.
"Where are we going first?" asked the father.
"I want to ride the spinning horse over there!" the little girl pointed to the horse ride.
"Okay," said the father.
The family rode a horse-drawn carriage there, and there were shouts and laughter from them.
...
"Wow, there's a lake here," said the father.
Fishing rods have been provided on the edge of the lake, ready to be used by those who want to fish there.
The father cast his fishing line as far as possible into the lake. He slowly spun the reel. A big fish was sure to snatch it.
"Come on, daddy!" said the little girl.
But it seems the first throw didn't work.
"Try again, Dad, Uhook Uhook!" said the little girl, while coughing.
The father returned to his ready position. He threw the fishing hook once more, slowly pulling the reel in.
Bush!!
The fish took the bait. The father slowly pulled the hook in. But the fish was the size of a palm.
"Just take it," said the wife.
Who would have thought that the bait would be caught by a big fish.
The tail's blow sent a splash. It was so big that the water splashed several people on the beach.
The father held his fishing hook, his hands trembling with the breathless pull.
The wife quickly grabbed her husband's hand, helping him pull in the fishing rod.
Several people nearby were drawn to his attention. There was someone having a mechanical duel with a large fish.
Several people came down and participated, helping.
Someone immediately took his boat to the lake and approached the large fish. His boat already had a net to help.
On his boat there was a high-powered automatic roller. He swung the net around the big fish. The nets automatically snapped around the big fish.
The automatic roller then slowly rotated. The large fish struggled, rocking the boat, and its strength carried the boat away.
"Oh no, the fish might get loose!" said the little girl.
The machine automatically stopped under the pressure of the fish. The rope slowly unraveled, and the net came loose.
"Cih, I won't let you go!" the little girl's father growled.
The father took a deep breath, and exhaled.
The father lifted his foot, stepped into the water. The water released its small waves.
"Hey, isn't that Sentinel Prime?" said one of the onlookers.
The people around then recorded the moment, a special moment by a father of a little girl, named Sentinel Prime.
"Finally, I've seen it in person!" said the people around me.
Sentinel Prime, it walked on the water, slowly taking a few steps to catch up with its fish that almost escaped.
"Bsiklah!" Sentinel smiled.
Sentinel takes a ready position, crouched, he will run fast on the water.
Bush!!
One powerful thrust. The daughter was delighted to see her father's actions.
Sentinel runs very fast on the water.
In a matter of seconds, he reached the boat. He quickly reached into the water and grabbed the net with both hands. He lifted it up.
Once its fins were raised, the fish could no longer glide as it did in the water, and Sentinel carried it. But the weight of its body slowly caused its legs to be swallowed by the water.
Sentinel immediately put the fish into the boat, he climbed in and sat on the struggling fish.
Then the person who helped with the boat, rowed it to the edge of the lake.
The crowd cheered, Sentinel caught a big fish in the river.
Sentinel looked at his little girl. She was smiling so happily. She even coughed in excitement.
Once on land, the person on the boat will tie the fish and help carry it into the Sentinel vehicle.
"Are you sure you can finish a fish that big?" Sentinel asked his daughter.
"Oh, later mom will cook it and we will all eat it." The girl was very happy, her blue eyes were sparkling.
"Snakes!! Ughhh!" The little girl sighed her chest. His breathing seemed a bit hitched.
The palm that had covered his mouth was covered in green liquid.
"Oh no!" The mother was worried.
"I told you we have to go to the hospital immediately," said Sentinel.
Sentinel then immediately carried his daughter.
"Hang in there, kid." Sentinel ran as fast as he could with his wife.
...
Tit...
Tit...
Tit...
The sweet little girl lay in a hospital bed, her mouth taped to a respirator.
"Mr. Sentinel, I'm sorry. No matter how advanced our technology is, we can't save your daughter. She has terminal lung cancer. Using the replacement protocol would be extremely risky; her chances of survival are 0.01%," the doctor said.
A frozen, blank, empty stare hearing the doctor's answer.
Her legs weakened, and her body sank into the chair. The wife couldn't take it.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and the wife hugged Sentinel tightly in her resignation and pain.
In the room, Sentinel stroked his girl's hand. Her eyes were still closed, and she lay there, her heartbeat unstable.
But soon, a blue light began to shine from the girl's eyes. The wife immediately wiped away her tears—not wanting her daughter to see them.
"Why am I in the hospital, Dad?" asked the girl.
"You are sick," said Sentinel.
He took a deep breath, and continued, "Don't worry, you will get better soon."
The wife then whispered to Sentinel, "I will take care of the fish," she said.
Sentinel nodded.
The wife then left. As soon as she turned around, her tears flowed again, as if they hadn't stopped.
"Dad, can I borrow your device? I want to send a message to the teacher, I want to add leave," said the girl.
Sentinel then reached for something on his wrist. Moving it like a cupboard, Sentinel removed a small monitor from it. It was about the size of his palm. He willingly lent it to his daughter.
But... the girl. Her hands looked shaky, weak, and the IV line was also a factor.
"Dad... I think I can hold it. Send a message to the teacher, Dad. I want to take another week off," said the little girl.
Sentinel let out a breath, but it was a scream of pain from within.
He then opened the teacher's contact.
"Son, just call me. Wait here, okay?"
Sentinel stepped out of the room for a moment. He walked quickly up the stairs. He quickly made his way to the hospital roof.
There, several lights shone. After a few steps, several animals resembling bats and birds fluttered away.
It wasn't very bright, but it was quiet. The only sound was the gentle breeze, though it wasn't strong.
Sentinel then contacted a teacher of his sweet daughter.
....
"Oh, yes. Mr. Sentinel, what's wrong?" the teacher's voice, sounding like a woman.
"Sorry to call so late." Sentinel then sat down on some objects there. "I just wanted to say, I'm extending Iris's leave."
It was revealed that the daughter's name was C-Iris, or her real name Carolline Iris.
"Mr. Sentinel,..." the teacher was silent, letting the sound of the wind blow.
"I'm not sure... But... there's only one week left now."
...
"Sentinel!!!"
His wife's voice called out loudly, and she appeared on the stairs. Her face was haggard, her breath labored. "Iris..."
Their bodies suddenly moved, running down the stairs. The wife sat on the steps, exhausted, sobbing.
Sentinel ran at full speed, pushing everyone in the hallway. Chasing after Iris's room.
As soon as the door was pushed open, the doctor stood next to the bed, he took off his mask and glasses.
"Iiiiiiiiiit"
The sound of the detector machine.
Sentinel quickly approached his daughter, Iris. His hand immediately caressed Iris's sweet face.
Iris' eyes were closed, motionless and lying on her bed.
Tears flowed freely from Sentinel's eyes. His jaw clenched loudly.
....
The day of C-Iris's funeral arrived. Her cheerful face was captured in the framed photo on her gravestone. A large number of guests attended, and a moment of silence and prayer were held afterward.
Leaving Sentinel and his wife. With the leaves falling from the tree. Bowing in regret and helplessness. There was also someone, sitting alone in a wheelchair, staring at Sentinel.
The man in the wheelchair wheeled his wheels, moving closer to Sentinel. He remained silent, not saying a word. But he felt devastated.
"Why did this happen?" Sentinel asked. The man in the wheelchair was no stranger to him.
"I pray to Primus, may her soul rest in peace and tranquility in heaven," said the man in the wheelchair.
"... I've lost all 4 of my children, why?" asked Sentinel.
"Sentinel," the wife called, grabbing his arm.
Sentinel wiped away his wife's grip on his arm.
"This isn't fair, Nova Prime. Primus promised me the best life, but what did I get? Negative virtues?" said Sentinel.
"... I'm sorry, Sentinel. But this is the destiny determined by Primus. We can't force it," said Nova Prime.
"This isn't Destiny, but..." Sentinel's gaze was blank and his eyes widened as he stared intently at Nova Prime. "This is torture."
Sentinel took a heavy step. He approached Nova Prime. "What sin has earned me this retribution?"
Sentinel reached out, his hands clenching onto Nova Prime's wheelchair. The sensation made Nova Prime reluctant to look Sentinel in the eye.
"You're a trusted man, Primus. I wonder where the dead go?" asked Sentinel.
The sound of Sentinel's breathing was clearly audible. It felt so heavy, his eyes didn't dare to look at her.
Nova Prime then opened his trembling mouth. "Sentinel,... I'm sorry. Every living being in this world will eventually die. Death is inevitable; it's absolute."
"... Oh, so that's how it is," said Sentinel.
The breaths began to make noise, getting louder, louder, his hands clenching harder and harder.
Nova Prime closed his eyelids...
...
"Sentinel!" called the wife.
...
It nearly exploded, but Sentinel's wife immediately called him, quelling the explosion.
Nova Prime opened his eyes again, Sentinel stepped back, away. He turned, stood still. "Get out of my sight."
Nova Prime remained silent, but his heart still churned, wanting to speak. "Sentinel... this is a test of our lives. Please, don't go astray as they did. We are the guides of this world."
Sentinel walked with his wife. Leaving the cemetery, Nova Prime was left alone in his wheelchair, his face downcast, unsure of what to say.
...
It was dusk, and the city of Iacon was incredibly lively. Furthermore, monitors everywhere displayed announcements celebrating the city's name change to Cybertown. Iacon was officially declared the most advanced city, and therefore, it would be officially renamed Iacon. The announcement was made by, of course, Nova Prime.
Sentinel and his wife walked together, just the two of them. Their footsteps seemed silent. His wife held Sentinel's left hand tightly with each step.
People passed by, happily celebrating with their children and families. Tonight was a special night, with parades and other festive events planned for the festival. We were truly adorned with color.
Firecrackers rang out everywhere, and colorful fireworks lit up the sky. People decorated their vehicles. Cheers and joy were everywhere.
"Sentinel..." the wife said softly.
"Let's go home," the wife said.
Sentinel and his wife then continued walking faster, leaving the crowd behind, toward their home. It was a nice, simple, not overly luxurious, house, just standard for the Iacon lands.
Sentinel sat astride his back, his back against the wall. The shower head was still running, flowing over his body. His eyes seemed frozen in thought.
....
At the dining table, his wife was already cooking. They had dinner together.
"Sentinel, you haven't eaten since earlier," said his wife.
"I don't want to eat," said her husband.
"Sentinel, just eat a bite," said his wife.
"I told you I don't want to eat." Sentinel stood up and walked quickly away from the dining table.
....
On their bed, he and his wife lay, but not asleep. Opposite sides, the wife faced left and the husband faced right. Their gazes were frozen, directionless.
This couldn't be ignored. He sat up from his bed, got up, and was about to leave.
"Sentinel, where are you going?" the wife sat down, she saw Sentinel suddenly standing up and seemed to be taking some things.
Sentinel said nothing and simply left. His wife knew what she had to do: stay in her room. She didn't stop him from leaving, silencing her questions.
....
Tonight, the event is over. The residents and community members who were partying on the streets have dispersed and are probably already heading home.
Not many people really know about Sentinel in Iacon. Tomorrow, it might be called Cybertown.
....
Shortly afterward, Sentinel arrived at the church, where a statue of Primus stood within the room. The church was quiet tonight, and much of it was locked. But Sentinel sharpened his fingers and cut through the chains like scissors.
Dumm....
The large, wide church doors slowly slid open. Only the lights from the fire wicks were lit and scattered there.
Sentinel stepped onto the red carpet, closing the large door, leaving himself alone inside.
Climbing a few steps, he knelt on a level surface. His gaze was blank, the blue light in his eyes dimmed. He stood directly in front of the statue of the god Primus.
Tears flowed from the tip of her chin, dripping onto the floor.
"Why are you punishing me like this, my god Primus? I don't even know what my crime was."
A sob, from her throat, screamed out all the heaviness in her chest. It echoed in every corner of the room where no one was there.
"I just want to be happy with my children. Please tell me, what is the cause and reason for me to be cursed like this?"
Crack...
The sound of something very close, right next to him. It wasn't like there wasn't anyone there. Sentinel quickly turned to his left.
A person sits down and places a lit candle on a plate.
Orange eyes, only one. But, the width of his teeth is desired when you look at him.
Sentinel's eyes widened, his body reflexively jumping and retreating, keeping his distance from the strange person.
"... No way, you..." Sentinel's words were ambiguous.
"Hehehehe," the man chuckled. His voice sounded a little heavy, a slight, slightly deep tremor.
"What is this? A Prime complaining to a god?"
Sentinel transformed his wrist into a sharp, sword-like weapon made of metal.
"Scourge, I knew you were still alive."
Oh, so this is the Scourge.
Scourge kept smiling, "It doesn't matter even if only my right eye is saved."
Scourge stood up from where he was sitting.
"I heard that, I'm sorry."
Scourge narrowed his eyes, his hand tapping his chin, for a moment to think.
Scourge, with that smile, took a step. One by one, he approached Sentinel. Sentinel tightened his grip on his weapon.
"Come with me, I can make all your wishes come true," said Scoruge.
"Do you think there's a miracle that can bring someone back from the dead?" A loud shout came from the Sentinel.
Scourge touched Sentinel's shoulder, walking past him. "Have you forgotten that my master is an expert in death?"
Sentinel froze, his body motionless when he touched it.
Scourge then released his touch and continued to walk behind Sentinel. "Meet my master, you will receive your answers. We await you, Sentinel!"
Sentinel turned, slashing with his sword. Scoruge was no longer there. "I will never ally with you!" he roared in the church.
There was nothing there. Except for the echo of her screams.
....
This morning, Sentinel was working on typing some documents. While everyone was out there celebrating the arrival of the new city,
On his desk, a computer. Papers were scattered and piled up. He was copying several documents from paper to the computer. Even though he was using AI to capture handwriting on paper and convert it into a document file, he still had to check for typos.
However, his gaze seemed fixed on one direction, and he moved the mouse in his hand slowly. He rested his chin on his other hand.
"Sentinel!"
....
"Sentinel!"
....
"Oy Sentinel!!"
Someone called out to him.
"Oh, yes. What's wrong, sir?" Surprised, realizing the director was standing nearby.
"I'm sorry for your son, but Sentinel, I need your help with this until the day after tomorrow. Do your job properly," said the Director.
"Yes sir!" replied Sentinel.
Sentinel returned to his work, working overtime to finish as quickly as possible by the day after tomorrow. He copied, edited, and printed the documents, then stamped and signed each page.
...
"Come on, you have to meet him," said a man's voice not far away.
...
"Can I help you, sir?" asked Sentinel.
A little girl covered half her face with a piece of paper she was holding. A man next to her kept saying, "Come on... you have to be brave."
The girl finally, took a step, one step at a time.
Sentinel then stepped and approached the girl, then squatted down near her and asked her.
"What's wrong, little angel?" asked the Sentinel.
The little girl then handed him a piece of paper. It looked like an envelope, but it was wider.
"A gift?" asked Sentinel.
The girl's hands were crossed behind her, and her feet were stomping.
"My name is Cherry... um... I'm Iris's classmate," the girl said hesitantly.
Sentinel then opened the envelope, untying the string that bound it. As soon as he opened it, the eyes immediately locked. Inside were numerous photos of Iris, albums from her time at the academy and at her birthday parties.
"... I heard Iris has left. But I'm sure she's only gone for a while, right? She's been out of school for a few days... I miss her." The girl's tears flowed in front of the Sentinel.
"Hey... don't cry." Sentinel wiped the girl's tears that were streaming down her face.
The girl then sobbed and sobbed and said, "Uncle, let's take Iris to school, she's my good friend. She also always helps me whenever someone teases me, I need her!"
Sentinel, speechless.
The girl's father, who was accompanying her, approached the girl. The girl then moved closer to her father, and her cries died down in his warm embrace.
"I'm so proud of you, you've had the courage to express your feelings," the father said.
The father then stood up and turned to Sentinel. "Mr. Sentinel, I'm sorry to bother you. My daughter keeps asking me to accompany her here.
Sentinel then stood up, giving a friendly smile. "Ah, that's no problem. She's a very good girl,"
The girl hugged her father's leg tightly and stared at the Sentinel.
"Thank you, Mr. Sentinel. We'll take our leave now. See you again, Mr. Sentinel," said the girl's father.
"See you later," replied Sentinel.
The father and daughter left the Sentinel's office.
Sentinel then sat back down in the chair, looking at the photos he was holding.
Silence, holding back the screams of my heart. Each image made my heart race. Until my eyes welled up with tears.
Around... Around...
The office phone on his desk rang, its loudness breaking his racing heart. Sentinel immediately picked up.
"Okay, how can I help you!" asked Sentinel.
"Sentinel, where are the document files? Send them as soon as possible. If you take too long, I'll send you a warning letter," said the director over the phone.
"Wait, sir, just a moment. Give me five more minutes and I'll send the attachment!" Sentinel immediately put down the photo envelope, grabbed the keyboard and mouse to finish his work.
...
Wow, it was already late afternoon. Finally, Sentinel could go home. He walked home, then headed to the metro, heading to the train station.
He climbed onto the fire paper, dangling from the crowd, crowded together.
...
After arriving at the stop, he continued walking. Cybertronians only transform for essential purposes, as it drains a lot of energy and stamina.
Alone in the silence. And the sun would soon be obscured by the hills. Sentinel sat in the park. The streets were still littered with trash, which the people who managed them were still cleaning up.
Sit down and keep looking at Iris's photo.
Sentinel made up his mind, clenching his fists tightly. He left in his Transformation form and hurried off somewhere.
...
"Let go of me, you bastard!"
Some of the inmates of Cybertown's underground prison said. The prison was shabby and quite dark, and the crowd was very noisy because someone from the Prime group had arrived there.
"Give me the key to the lowest prison gate there," said Sentinel.
A guard there then said, "Sir, Sentinel. But... heading to that room isn't all-"
The Sentinel swung his sword, and nearly sliced the guard's neck.
"Just hand me the key." Sentinel glared at the guard.
Having no other choice, the threatened guard was forced to hand over the key to the lower gate to the Sentinel.
...
Sentinel then stepped further out of the prison car, his face now grave.
He then passed the carriage, where the empty prison was quiet and finally there was the gate he was referring to.
The key itself bore a serial number to unlock the gate. After typing in the numbers and scanning the pattern on the key, the gate slowly shifted.
A fairly large room lay beyond. But there was a prison cell just ahead, shrouded in darkness. Above the cell, however, was a familiar name: "Taken."
Sentinel stepped closer to the cell.
"Taken... answer me."
Use!
"Let me go!" His voice was flat and low. He shook the prison cell.
Plaque!
Sentinel's shot shot towards the person in the prison cell.
Taken was thrown until he hit the prison wall, he sat hunched over, as if resigned, but his gaze was sharp looking at Sentinel.
"Look at how weak you are. I don't understand why they are reluctant to kill you, I mean... Nova Prime... Does he pity a killer like you?..." asked Sentinel.
...
Taken was silent, locking his gaze on Sentinel.
"Don't just sit there. C'mon, it turns out the god of death is this weak. Will killing you make everything come back?" asked Sentinel.
This is the first time Taken is clearly visible. He wears a black cloak that covers his entire body, and his face is masked, resembling the skull of a victim he once killed.
"I don't need to go anywhere, death still happens. I know everything, the date of your death and the way you died are already in my head."
The sentinel then opened the prison. He entered, carrying a whip.
"How do I get my son back?" asked Sentinel.
...
Taken just kept quiet.
Sentinel began to extend his whip.
"Answer me, you bastard!" said Sentinel.
Back!
A whip flew, hitting Taken's cheek. His head only turned, but he remained still, his gaze fixed on the center.
"I wonder, how could an entity like you be born in this world?... Why are you so hard to kill, even though you are weak, and don't have the power of Hypno Energy. But you are a threat to the universe, why is that?"
Bakk!
This time it was whipped on the neck.
"Oh yeah, how can I teach you about pain, if you can't even feel it? Aren't you sick of living? Because I'm sick of seeing that flat face of yours!"
Sentinel gripped the Taken's neck tightly, lifting him higher and higher until he was floating. But the Taken remained still, as if in no pain, neither screaming nor struggling. There was no blinking or exaggerated eyebrow movement in his eyes.
"I want to see what's behind your bastard skull mask... Disgrace?" said Sentinel.
Sentinel grabbed the mask on Taken's face. He pulled with all his might, but the mask was firmly attached.
"I'm sure it's just a mask, not part of you." Sentinel then threw the Taken.
Zakk!
The sharp sword in his hand then stabbed the Taken's stomach. Sentinel pulled the sword away. But the Taken didn't react. He lay back against the wall, his tilted head simply shifting, staring at Sentinel.
"Always silent, you're lucky to have kids to rely on. I wish I could make you feel what I feel, motherfucker."
Back!!
Sentinel kicked Taken in the face, causing his head to hit the wall, cracking the wall behind him. But Taken remained silent, always unresponsive, just staring at Sentinel with his orange eyes.
Sentinel then left the cell and relocked it. Getting no answer there, there was no point in talking to the Taken.
"...Someone's going to die..." a voice came from behind him. Taken was saying something.
"You think I'll just keep quiet?" Taken stood up, walked to his cell, and held on to it. "Tonight... you better hurry home, because there are only 10 minutes left before it happens."
The tone sent his heart racing, and Sentinel quickly ran out of the hallway. He returned the key to the guard. He quickly transformed and headed home, anxious, as if he knew what was about to happen.
....
What Taken meant, began to become apparent.
....
At the Sentinel residence, his wife was in their room, sitting on a chair, holding a pen, scribbling something on a piece of paper.
She then folded the piece of paper she had written on. She then placed the folded paper on top of a glass.
Sentinel's wife then stepped out onto the balcony, which had a railing and offered a bird's-eye view of the city.
His wife then grabbed something like a cable, tied it to form a circle, she put it from his head to his neck, pulled the rope, the circle shrank until it was the right size for his neck.
Walking a few steps, she grabbed the end of the cable and plugged the Jack from the cable into the terminal.
Then, she returned to his previous position on the balcony. But then he climbed onto the railing.
Tonight a light wind blew hard, as if welcoming him into this silent night with a perfectly round full moon.
Her eyes were still, as if frozen in a single gaze. But they were wrinkled, as if she hadn't slept in days.
"I knew you would come see me, it's nice to know this time I'm really going to die," said Sentinel's Wife.
In the baklon, right next to the bottom near the current door, a figure appeared, his robes fluttering in the wind. But the light from his eyes showed a blazing fire.
"Just die, you're just a bad luck charm in Sentinel's life. You're the reason why your children died. You're a useless mother, you're a bad mother. Hurry up and jump, no one will want to see you again."
The man's voice explained in a flat tone. It was the Taken. He then turned and walked back, leaving Sentinel's wife alone.
....
Elsewhere, Nova Prime was alone in his private room. He sat in his wheelchair. He had opened a rather thick and large book. The book contained various photographs, including murder cases, tragedies, and a photo of someone with an "X" crossed out.
'If Taken were to openly appear in public, he'd probably kill anyone who saw him. That mask might be his way of holding back his curse so people wouldn't be killed by it. But it still feels odd.'
Wush!
...
Sentinel's wife jumped,
the cable tied to the fence,
the cable was tight,
He struggled,
his whole body immediately convulsed,
the cable carried a high electric current when it was tight,
....
For only 10 seconds,
the body struggled,
the head was raised along with the rope that tied it,
Then he didn't move,
his mouth gaped open, foaming,
his eyes still looking up at the sky, along with the fading blue light.
"I'm still convinced that Taken did all this. He must have a reason, one he won't reveal," Nova Prime continued.
"AMELIE!!!" shouted Sentinel.
****
3 days later....
The victim's husband, Sentinel Prime, now sits on the steps in the front yard. He's brooding, alone, with only the breeze accompanying him in his inner devastation.
Nova Prime arrived there to meet him. Because he was in a wheelchair, he chose to stay beside him. He was anxious to accompany Sentinel.
"Sentinel... I'm so sorry, I couldn't attend the funeral yesterday."
"How do I kill a Taken?" asked the Sentinel.
The topic of conversation was immediately turned by Sentinel.
"...Sentinel..." called Nova Prime.
"I'm sure, he must be the cause."
"...Sentinel!" called Nova Prime.
"If he were killed, I'm sure everyone would be immortal. We would be eternally happy."
"SENTINEL!!" Nova Prime shouted. "I've tried, he can't die," Nova Prime's voice was like a painful gust of wind.
"... There must be a way to kill him, the Taken must die, die, die." Sentinel clenched his fists and stood up. The look in his eyes burned hotter than fire, as he walked away.
"Sentinel!" Nova Prime grabbed Sentinel's hand to stop him from leaving. "... I came here to talk to you about something. I need your help, I want us to solve the Taken mystery together. Just like we did back then."
Sentinel then stopped, turning to Nova Prime. But those eyes, that reaction... it was the same as at his daughter's funeral.
Nova Prime then took the rather thick and large book he had shown her earlier from his chest pocket.
"I've been taking notes on a lot of information from the Taken I've been studying. Although it was very difficult to dig up the information, I've gotten quite a lot of facts from it," said Sentinel.
Sentinel took the book, turned around then walked away.
"Sentinel, please... Don't go down that road, Sentinel. You're the only friend I can talk to. Don't leave me alone, Sentinel!!" Nova Prime called.
Sentinel was far away, in the distance, stopped, and then said, "You could have killed the Taken back then, but you didn't. Just because the Taken was once your friend, you let the future world fall into chaos."
"Forget we ever met, I don't want to remember your name anymore, and you'd better stay in your wheelchair until the end of the world."
Sentinel continued walking away, leaving Nova Prime, who stared at him silently.
....
Nova Prime started his wheelchair's engine. He headed somewhere, constantly greeted by people on the street.
There were some people who wanted to take pictures with him, but he said, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
Then Nova Prime continued on his way. Arriving at Prime's palace, he descended a room and found himself in the basement, where several prisoners were being held.
He passed through the hallway, and encountered several guards.
The guard reported, "Sir, Nova Prime. Yesterday, Mr. Sentinel he-"
Nova didn't want to hear any more, "I know that, I want to borrow the key again. I want to meet Taken."
The guard then handed Taken the cell key.
Nova Prime continued on, heading towards the Taken's special room. It wasn't just any room; it was covered in marks on the walls, but they weren't just any marks. These marks only became visible as Nova Prime passed through them.
Taken was seen sitting, but he then stood up when he saw Nova Prime coming.
"Taken... "
"How unusual is it that you haven't seen me lately?" Taken asked.
"...Please explain to me how you can kill even in here?" Nova Prime asked.
"...It was just their hallucination. If I were there, would their bodies still be intact?" Taken asked.
Nova Prime took a deep breath. "...what Sentinel said was true. If I had killed you back then, perhaps people would have lived longer, or even immortalized."
...
"But I'm starting to understand something from you, Taken."
Nova Prime pushed his wheelchair closer to the Taken's prison cell.
"I might understand why you wear that mask."
Taken, standing there silently, watched Nova Prime.
"We were created at the same time... from the first time I saw you, I already knew who you were," said Nova Prime.
Nova Prime's gaze then dropped, looking down. "I'm sure you didn't want to be like this. No one would accept the offer to be the angel of death," Nova Prime said.
Nova Prime pondered for a moment, remembering a bloody action, which had traumatized him for the rest of his life.
****
Crshkk!! Bakk!! Crshkk!! The sound of someone's hand hitting someone. And the smell of rust, made my heart stop beating for a moment.
Where, Taken sat, his fists continued to land on the face of a Cybertronian, his eyes gone, as if not satisfied, he hit him to the core of his brain, until it shattered into pieces.
Not just one, but Taken has killed hundreds of people around him. He kills them in various ways, taking the skulls of his victims and wearing them as a mask, which he always wears.
The Primes continued to arrive relentlessly, running toward him with all kinds of sharp weapons. They forgot who the Taken were and continued to fight. Before long, the ground around them was a carpet of their defeated corpses.
Behind Nova Prime, there are still several Primes. They believe that the only one who can inherit Primus' power is Nova Prime. Nova Prime can certainly match the Taken.
...
It turned out that Nova Prime was actually superior to the Taken. It didn't take long for him to subdue him. He placed cursed handcuffs on him that weakened the Taken's powers.
But just as he was handcuffed, Taken summoned his last strength. Creating a clone of himself, the clone immediately vanished from the scene.
Nova noticed, but he didn't act. As everyone cheered, cheering for Nova Prime to kill the Taken, he thought to himself, raising his axe high above his head. The Taken must die because he betrayed Prime.
Taken closed his eyes, perhaps seeming resigned. Instead, Nova remembered how kind Taken was, how he desperately wanted to rival her. It made her think, "This isn't a coincidence, it was planned."
Instead, he threw the axe at it. It was then that Taken bit down on his axe and, in one fell swoop, severed both of Nova Prime's legs, due to his carelessness.
The Grim Reaper's attack was certainly long-term. Prime's trust in him, including that of his Sentinel supporters, was waning.
Taken is imprisoned, and Sentinel is trying to fix this. He insists that this history must be covered up to keep Nova Prime safe.
Sentinel helped him, signing every document and writing every file, and everyone had to keep quiet. Everyone was brainwashed.
An event was being held. Nova Prime was going to sentence the Taken to death. But none of them were real. There was only someone who had been made to look like him, whether Nova or Taken, but no one else was there.
Nova watched the event on television and commented to Sentinel, who had been working on the project. "Isn't this too much?"
But Sentinel said at that time, "This will erase all bad opinions from you. You should thank me. Lord Primus has entrusted me to look after you. Don't worry, I'm on your side. It still depends on how you respond later."
Nova has repeatedly searched for a synthetic leg, or one that could be implanted into her amputated leg. Each time, the implantation surgery revealed that all the tendons and nerves were perfectly connected. However, the brain recognized this as an anomaly, causing pain when the nerves were reattached.
But Nova Prime didn't seem frustrated. He was currently preoccupied with other things. He was constantly muttering and wondering how to deal with the Taken if they were to ever escape. Especially since his clones were roaming around, constantly looking for victims.
"Hey Sentinel, today is a blessed day. Primus is creating Cybertronian babies for all Cybertronians. Would you like to adopt one?"
It was a word Nova Prime regretted, when he recommended Sentinel adopt a child.
"No, I'm taking care of the children. I'm afraid I'll neglect my duties to you!"
Sentinel had warned him.
"It's okay. I can still take care of myself. Even though half of my power has been returned to Primus, I'm still the strongest on Cybertron."
If Nova had never said that, recommended Sentinel adopt a child, and gone off to enjoy her life, this would never have happened.
****
"Hey, what are you thinking about? You've been daydreaming there for half an hour?" Taken asked.
"Yes." Nova turned her wheelchair around, leaving Taken to see only her back. "I knew it, people would hate me in the end."
While moving the wheelchair, Nova said again, "Taken, I was not wrong, letting you live. I'm glad I still have a friend who is willing to listen to me."
Nova Prime leaves the basement.
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It was reported that since then, Sentinel Prime had disappeared from Cybertown. He was nowhere to be found, nowhere to be found, nowhere to be found.
To be continued....