Reality tore open silently above the outer edge of the solar system.
A fracture formed in space itself before collapsing inward, releasing a single dark metallic vessel into the void.
The dimensional wound sealed moments later, leaving behind no trace that an ancient empire from another universe had just entered this reality.
Inside the command chamber, Mike stood motionless while countless streams of data unfolded across holographic displays surrounding him.
A new universe.
New physics.
New possibilities.
The massive pocket dimension containing the entirety of the Thokt Dynasty remained stable behind layered dimensional barriers while only a single vessel emerged into normal space.
Caution first.
Always caution.
“Deploy passive scans,” Mike ordered.
The ship obeyed instantly.
Long-range sensors spread silently through the nearby systems, gathering astronomical data, energy signatures, communication frequencies, and dimensional readings.
Then Mike noticed something immediately.
Earth.
Primitive electromagnetic communication traffic flooded surrounding space.
Interesting.
If Earth possessed active satellite networks, then civilization had already reached at least early space-age technological capability.
Mike selected the planet instantly.
“We proceed there.”
The vessel shifted without visible propulsion, phase-engines bending gravity itself as it accelerated silently toward the inner system.
The journey did not take long.
Hours later, the dark vessel emerged within the far side of Earth’s orbital region hidden completely from conventional detection systems.
Mike observed the blue world silently from the command chamber.
Different.
Yet strangely familiar.
Human civilization existed here as well.
Another variation of humanity across another reality.
Interesting.
A small communication satellite drifted nearby.
Mike extended one hand slightly.
Nanites flowed from his necrodermis fingers like silver mist before vanishing into vacuum.
Moments later the satellite froze briefly as its systems were overtaken completely.
Then the data flood began.
Global communications.
Historical archives.
Military databases.
Internet networks.
Within seconds, humanity’s recorded history unfolded before Mike’s mind like an open book.
World wars.
Industrial revolutions.
Political structures.
Corporate organizations.
And then
Cybertronians.
Mike’s glowing eyes narrowed slightly as enormous amounts of alien data appeared.
Autobots.
Decepticons.
Energon.
Transformers.
The history expanded rapidly.
Cybertron.
The AllSpark.
The war between machine races.
Then one specific designation appeared.
Sentinel Prime.
Mike processed the surrounding information instantly. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“The Ark,” he murmured.
So this was the Transformers universe.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
The materials in this reality alone possessed enormous potential.
Transformium-based adaptive metal structures, living machine biology, Energon power systems, and space bridge technologies all represented significant opportunities.
More importantly
Cybertronians were machine lifeforms.
Not artificial intelligence alone.
True techno-organic mechanical beings.
Mike’s thoughts accelerated rapidly.
This universe would be useful.
Extremely useful.
The vessel descended silently toward the dark side of Earth’s moon.
Hidden beneath ancient impact craters rested a massive ruined Cybertronian ship partially buried beneath layers of lunar dust.
The Ark.
Its hull was damaged heavily from the ancient crash, but enormous sections remained structurally intact even after centuries of dormancy.
Mike exited the ship alongside several crypteks as the ancient vessel loomed before them beneath the black lunar sky.
Even damaged, its scale remained impressive.
A cryptek scanned the structure.
“Cybernetic architecture detected throughout the vessel.
Unknown energy matrices remain partially active.”
Mike observed the wreck calmly.
“Begin extraction.”
Immediately dozens of crypteks dispersed across the Ark while dimensional storage portals opened nearby.
Scarab swarms and nanite constructs flooded into the ruined vessel like metallic tides.
The dismantling began instantly.
Walls.
Engines.
Weapon systems.
Transformium alloys.
Everything was harvested.
Entire sections of Cybertronian technology vanished piece by piece into dimensional storage while massive forge systems within the pocket dimension began analyzing the materials.
Mike walked deeper into the Ark alone.
The corridors were silent except for distant echoes of dismantling machinery.
Dead Cybertronians lay scattered throughout collapsed chambers, their mechanical corpses frozen in the positions where the ship had crashed ages ago.
Mike paused beside one body briefly.
Interesting design.
Unlike Necrons, Cybertronians possessed evolving sparks energy-based consciousness systems intertwined directly with mechanical frames.
Closer to true synthetic life than anything humanity in the Warhammer universe had ever achieved.
The implications fascinated him.
As he continued deeper into the ship, a cryptek transmitted new information.
“My phaeron, the forges have begun processing deceased Cybertronian bodies.
Their metal composition responds favorably to necrodermis integration experiments.”
Mike nodded once.
Expected.
Cybertronian metals possessed adaptive properties highly compatible with nanite restructuring.
Potential new warrior classes already began forming within his calculations.
Eventually Mike reached the lower cargo chambers buried deep beneath the Ark.
Massive sealed doors blocked the entrance.
He simply raised one hand.
The doors unfolded instantly beneath nanite infiltration.
Inside the chamber rested a single towering figure. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Red armor.
Battle-worn frame.
Dormant systems operating at minimal capacity.
Sentinel Prime.
Currently inactive.
But alive.
Mike approached slowly while scanning streams unfolded across his vision.
Severe energy depletion.
Core systems dormant.
Memory architecture intact.
Perfect.
Without hesitation, Mike released the nanites.
Silver swarms flowed across Sentinel Prime’s body instantly, infiltrating every layer of Cybertronian systems before defensive countermeasures could activate.
Data exploded into Mike’s consciousness.
Cybertronian history.
Transformer biology.
Energon processing.
Space bridge engineering.
Weapons systems.
Military records.
And deeper still
Knowledge surrounding the AllSpark itself.
Mike stood motionless as the information integrated rapidly.
Then he focused on one specific system.
Space bridge technology.
The calculations expanded immediately inside his mind.
“Oh…” Mike murmured quietly.
“Space bridge technology can be used in such a way.”
The possibilities were enormous.
Unlike Necron dimensional gates, Cybertronian space bridges relied upon folding localized spatial coordinates rather than brute-force dimensional penetration.
More efficient.
More stable.
Potentially scalable alongside existing Necron systems.
Very, very interesting.
Mike continued extracting Sentinel Prime’s memories while distant forge updates arrived continuously from the crypteks dismantling the Ark.
Cybertronian corpses were already being refined into experimental materials.
Transformium alloys combined with necrodermis displayed extraordinary adaptability while Energon reacted unusually well with Blackstone resonance systems.
A dangerous combination.
Mike slowly turned his attention toward another subject entirely.
The AllSpark.
The legendary artifact capable of creating life from machinery itself.
His glowing eyes narrowed slightly.
Necrons were already mechanical.
Their consciousnesses transferred into living metal bodies during biotransference.
But they lacked souls.
What would happen if AllSpark energy interacted with Necron systems?
Could it restore true synthetic life?
Create something new entirely?
Or perhaps
Repair what biotransference had stolen?
The thought lingered longer than expected.
Mike stared silently at the dormant form of Sentinel Prime while countless possibilities unfolded through his calculations.
Outside, beneath the cold darkness of the moon, the Ark continued disappearing piece by piece into the growing power of the Thokt Dynasty.
And somewhere within this new universe
The AllSpark awaited.