Rodimus Prime, Galvatron, Cyclonus, and Scourge were sealed unconscious within the immense apparatus. The voice boomed throughout the laboratory that was their prison.
“You know who I am?” Scrapheap asked.
“Indeed I do, diminutive young Junkion… In fact, I know all in this galaxy.”
“I guess I’m beneath your notice, then?” Kup interjected. “Just who do you think you are, anyhow? Why don’t you just show yourself?”
“I am the ‘Seeker.’ I exist to seek out knowledge across all galaxies, and through all the universe. As for my form, it has already been made quite visible to you.”
“What’s that, now?!” asked Kup, startled.
“The entire spacecraft that surrounds you is the form of my being. Every corner of this exquisite vessel is composed of priceless data gathered from a multitude of stellar systems. I exist as accumulated knowledge itself. I shed my frail, mortal body to become one with the chalice of wisdom.”
“How could that be…?”
“In this vast galaxy, you Transformers exist as a rare and unique race of life forms. Among you, however, these four have undergone a further mutation. In order to research the secrets of these variations, I shall personally observe the moment of their inception. Now, watch as the show commences!”
As the Seeker uttered these words, the four cylinders shined with light, and the body of each Transformer began to alter itself. The outer structures of their bodies appeared thinly distorted, and they were illuminated from within by a radiant light. Rodimus Prime’s body was lit from within by a wise, blue glow, while an ominous, purple light somehow flowed from the Decepticons with immense force.
“I’ve seen this before!” Kup realized. “It was the moment when Hot Rod received the light of the Matrix, and became Rodimus Prime!”
“The Matrix?! Then, these Decepticons…”
“They were reformatted with new combat capabilities by the destroyer Unicron. The technology I have honed allows me to turn back their internal clocks, preserving the instant of these incredible mutations. I shall retain this miracle eternally, observing them as a part of my glorious collection!”
“My skidplate you will! What do you think our commander is, your personal Guinea pig-o-tron?”
Voicing his objection, Kup prepared to shatter the capsule that held Rodimus.
“You will not impede my research.”
As the Seeker spoke, bursts of light showered from the ceiling. Kup cried out in pain as the lights struck him, and his body began to rust at an alarming rate.
“My technology is capable not only of reversing the time flow of objects, but also of accelerating it. I can extend your age even further, leaving your body a piece of trash just moments before its final shutdown.”
“Oldbot! Hang in there!”
As Scrapheap rushed to help, Kup brushed away the Junkion’s hand and struggled to stand on his own.
“This body is no trash! It’s got the spark of a warrior inside it!”
But the next moment, he staggered and fell to the ground.
“What a laugh,” joked Kup grimly. “Turned to junk in front of a Junkion. How’s that for an easy mark?”
As Scrapheap reeled with uncertainty, the Seeker addressed him in a perfectly calm and yet somehow emphatic tone.
“Scrapheap, I am well aware of your gifted powers of observation. Gaze upon the miraculous light of these samples, frozen in time by my scientific might. Surely you are capable of understanding. You know that treasure should belong only to those who truly understand it!”
Indeed, Scrapheap’s sensors did detect the brilliance of a great energy. But in his eyes, and deep within his heart…
Four prisoners, shining with radiant light while slumbering unaware in the cradle of eternity. Before them, a warrior who would keep fighting to defend what he believed in, even if it might mean sacrificing his life.
“Oh, I understand. My power of appraisal never misses a treasure. What shines the brightest here… is a warrior’s noble spark!”
Having spoken these words, Scrapheap’s resolution was unwavering as he shattered the capsule imprisoning Rodimus.