The hidden forge-worlds of the Thokt Dynasty burned endlessly within the dimensional pocket empire carried by Mike across realities.
Millions of scarabs moved through colossal assembly lines while crypteks worked tirelessly to analyze the remains harvested from the Ark hidden upon the moon.
Entire Cybertronian hull sections were stripped apart molecule by molecule before being merged with Necron science older than most civilizations could comprehend.
The results were extraordinary.
Mike stood within one of the central experimental vaults while floating projections displayed streams of evolving data around him.
In the center of the chamber, silver nanites continuously reshaped themselves into blades, shields, and mechanical organisms during live testing.
A cryptek approached and bowed slightly.
“My phaeron, analysis of the new metal has produced highly favorable results.”
Mike turned toward the display.
“Report.”
The cryptek activated additional projections.
“Transformium-infused nanites are significantly stronger than standard necrodermis variants.
Energy consumption has decreased while adaptive regeneration capabilities have increased by nearly forty percent.”
Another display appeared showing enhanced Necron warriors enduring sustained heavy weapons fire before regenerating almost instantly.
“The metal also improves energy conductivity and structural resilience,” the cryptek continued.
“However, it lacks one important property.”
The projection shifted again.
Several failed transformation experiments appeared before collapsing into unstable metallic masses.
“The nanites cannot naturally replicate full Cybertronian transformation abilities.
Their living spark architecture appears necessary for stable morphic restructuring.”
Mike observed the failures silently.
Expected.
Cybertronian transformation was tied not only to metal composition but to their sparks their mechanical souls.
Still
The advantages outweighed the limitations immensely.
The Thokt Dynasty’s military power continued evolving rapidly with every experiment.
Mike turned away from the projections.
“Continue integration trials.”
“At once, my phaeron.”
The cryptek withdrew immediately.
Mike’s focus had already shifted elsewhere.
Toward Earth.
More specifically
Toward the relics scattered across it.
The data extracted from Sentinel Prime had provided fragmented information regarding ancient Cybertronian artifacts hidden upon the planet.
Several possessed immense value.
Others were irrelevant.
The Sun Harvester beneath Great Pyramid of Giza remained powerful but ultimately crude compared to technologies Mike had witnessed during the War in Heaven.
Destroying stars no longer impressed him.
But the AllSpark
That interested him greatly.
An artifact capable of granting life to machines.
True life.
Not mere programming.
Not artificial intelligence.
Actual living mechanical consciousness.
Mike had already begun wondering what effect such power might have upon the Necrons themselves.
Would the AllSpark react to necrodermis?
Could it restore what biotransference had stolen?
Or create something entirely new?
The possibility alone justified immediate action.
And so Mike moved without delay.
Hours later, a cloaked vessel descended silently through Earth’s atmosphere beneath every human detection system.
No radar detected it.
No satellite observed it.
The ship passed through the night sky unseen before eventually arriving above the hidden Sector Seven facilities surrounding Hoover Dam.
Beneath the dam rested both the AllSpark and the frozen body of Megatron.
Mike intended to take both.
But the AllSpark came first.
He emerged deep beneath the facility through phased dimensional insertion alongside dozens of crypteks and scarab swarms.
Human guards nearby continued their routines completely unaware that an ancient Necron ruler stood mere meters away beyond dimensional concealment fields. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Primitive security.
Mike ignored it entirely.
The moment he entered the lower containment vaults, he felt it.
Energy.
Immense and alive.
At the center of the chamber rested the AllSpark itself.
A massive glowing cube radiating unstable creative power into the surrounding environment.
Nearby machines twitched slightly merely from prolonged exposure while electrical systems behaved erratically in its presence.
Mike approached slowly.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
The energy signature differed fundamentally from Warp-based soul energies or C’tan stellar power.
It resembled neither.
Instead, the AllSpark radiated ordered creation.
Mechanical genesis.
A source-code for living machines.
One cryptek spoke cautiously.
“My phaeron… the artifact is interacting with nearby systems spontaneously.”
Indeed it was.
Several inactive human machines had already begun displaying primitive signs of awakening merely from indirect exposure.
Mike observed silently.
Then he released the nanites.
Silver swarms flowed over the AllSpark carefully while millions of microscopic probes began studying its internal structure and energy composition.
The response was immediate.
The cube pulsed brightly.
Several nearby machines suddenly transformed violently into unstable mechanical organisms before defensive scarabs atomized them instantly.
The crypteks froze briefly.
But Mike remained calm.
Fascinating.
The AllSpark reacted aggressively toward technological integration attempts, almost as if possessing instinctive awareness.
Which meant one thing.
It was alive.
Or close enough to matter.
Mike studied the readings flowing into his consciousness rapidly.
The possibilities expanded endlessly.
Necron bodies infused with synthetic spark energy.
Artificial souls stabilized through Blackstone resonance.
Living necrodermis evolution.
Entire new species pathways unfolded through his calculations.
He wanted it.
Immediately.
“Extract the artifact,” Mike ordered.
Dimensional anchors activated around the chamber instantly.
The AllSpark resisted.
Energy storms erupted across the containment room while nearby human systems overloaded violently.
Then Blackstone suppression fields activated.
The cube dimmed.
Slowly
The AllSpark vanished into dimensional storage.
The chamber fell silent.
And somewhere across the facility, alarms finally began activating.
Too late.
Mike descended deeper beneath Hoover Dam toward the frozen alien hidden beneath layers of containment ice.
Even before arriving, he sensed the dormant energy signature.
Violent.
Cold.
Unyielding.
Megatron remained suspended within the massive cryogenic chamber exactly where humanity had imprisoned him decades earlier. This story is hosted at g.com.
Mike observed the Decepticon warlord silently.
A conqueror.
A destroyer.
And more importantly
One of the few Cybertronians directly altered through prolonged AllSpark exposure.
Valuable.
Very valuable.
Nanites flowed immediately from Mike’s body into Megatron’s frozen frame.
Defensive systems attempted resistance for only moments before complete infiltration occurred.
Data flooded outward.
Cybertronian war archives.
Energon weapon systems.
Decepticon command protocols.
And extensive exposure memories involving the AllSpark itself.
Mike absorbed everything calmly.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Once extraction completed, gravity fields activated throughout the chamber.
Megatron’s frozen body rose silently into the air before disappearing entirely into dimensional storage beside the AllSpark.
By the time Sector Seven security forces arrived
Nothing remained.
The third recovery took longer.
Jetfire had remained hidden for centuries beneath human civilization, isolated and dormant while his systems slowly deteriorated.
Mike eventually located him through ancient Cybertronian energy traces buried beneath archived human records.
An old seeker.
Ancient even by Cybertronian standards.
But immensely valuable.
Especially his understanding of space bridge technologies.
Mike entered the hidden facility personally.
Jetfire’s optics flickered weakly as the ancient Cybertronian stirred.
“You…” Jetfire rasped slowly.
“You are not Autobot… nor Decepticon…”
Mike said nothing.
Nanites answered for him.
They flooded into Jetfire’s systems instantly while the old Cybertronian attempted weak resistance before collapsing fully into dormancy.
His memories unfolded rapidly.
Space bridge equations.
Ancient stellar maps.
Cybertronian scientific archives.
Interdimensional calculations.
Useful knowledge.
Extremely useful knowledge.
Jetfire vanished into storage moments later.
Three relics secured.
Only one remained.
The Matrix of Leadership.
Unlike the others, its location remained heavily obscured beneath ancient Prime encryption systems and fragmented historical records.
Even Sentinel Prime’s memories lacked precise coordinates.
Mike stood aboard his orbital vessel while countless data streams moved around him.
The Matrix interested him perhaps more than even the AllSpark now.
Because if the AllSpark created life
The Matrix preserved legacy, memory, and leadership itself.
Possibly even sparks.
And if that proved true…
Then perhaps the Necrons were not as lost as they once believed.
Mike looked down toward Earth silently.
This universe held far greater potential than expected.
And humanity remained entirely unaware that an ancient empire from another reality now moved silently through their world collecting artifacts capable of reshaping machine life forever.