After's: Day One.[Remastered]

"What do you mean, she's disappeared?! You fucking ran away, didn't you?"

Somewhere in America, in an underneath cave was a secret base for the blue haired woman's organisation.

And around a table were the directors of this-said organistion.

Facing a Megatron for this sin.

"Don't need to stirr the ruined pot again, Canberra. You weren't with them at all. You don't know what happened. Plus, Lora can protect herself.. She's a transmigrator too."

Added an older man with perfect hair and wearing modest clothes.

Canberra, to the other side of the round table, was younger and meaner as his face looked the same as 'Drago' from Harry Potter.

"We're all transmigrator, bastard! That doesn't make us immortal! I've so many men and women fighter against 'Prime'.. Losing our strongest fighter would bring our weakened orga to the mercy of 'Prime'."

Canberra then replied and everyone agreed to what he said.

Nodding their heads, the other directors approved of Canberra's logic.

"I'm only saying that getting angry against Megatron won't solve the problem. What's done is done.. Canberra, stop with the useless pus and let's discuss on how we can bring her back safely."

Hurting Canberra's pride, the old man calmed the round table.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became gloomy until a few more minutes later, a rigid man in his fifties came up.

"Now, now.. no need to blame others and shit like that. We all are a family. We all forgive. We all are thankful to have a roof over our heads and we all know each one's stories.. It wouldn't serve us any good to go and blabber shut on our own backs... 'Prime' has already gotten the prio on that point. For, Canberra, what's been done to save the girl?"

Walking rounds the table, Morterol spoke his mind, then, stopped behind Canberra's seat awaiting for an answer.

"To fix the mess that's been done by the useless robots, I charged my personal team to look up the case. The little miss will be found in less than twelve hours. That's a promise.."

The old man upon hearing the good respond continued to walk.

Till the old man who argued with Canberra.

"Tom. Tom, I told you last time. That a second chance could be easily lost. I know you gave Megatron and the little miss the information about a high-ranking transmigrator to be brought into our organization... So, I don't need sweet talks from you. I need concise answer.. Did you betray me?"

"I would never, Lord Morterol. This, this is but a misfortune. This high-ranking transmigrator you mentioned, I didn't know it wouldn't be whom I thought it'd be. Little miss awakened something crueler. As Megatron explained to us earlier, an army of at least six hundreds soldiers vaporized into thin air. Before, we try to make contact with her, I propose that we---"

Speeched the Tom as sweat of stress got the best of him but then.

A shadow appeared followed by the blue-haired woman.

"So, this is the place, Lora.. Nice to look at and the air is strangely richer in oxygen. Must be comfortable here.."

Upon reacting in time, they all saw the woman in black a few inches away from them and were shocked at the ridicule of the moment.

Canberra, levitated his hand up to hands down all the effectives under him before another catastrophe occurred.

Tom looked at Morterol and sorted himself out with Megatron.

The other directors stayed still as Morterol didn't say anything, yet.

Their loyalty to Morterol was unprecedented.

"May I excuse my intervention in your matters, honorable one. I could show you around instead of the little miss. She appears to be tired.. Is it possible, of course, to do it that way?"

The blue-haired woman who went by the name of 'Lora Bell Witwicky' never accepted help from her peers before, but this time, she gladly appreciated the move of her Lord Morterol.

Glancing at the woman in black, Lora then sighed of relief as the woman in black nodded for the subtle change of guide.

Leading the way, Morterol picked the woman in black's hand gently and walkied to another grand room.

"As you follow me, you'll learn of this place history. But that is, if you wish to know it as I assume that you are--"

"Don't assume with me, Be Ascertain."

Cut off and corrected straight away, Morterol kept up the discussion as they went through the galleries of rooms and the histroy behind it.

"...this room right here, was the first to be dug by Thomapson Witwicky. Dug during the second world war for the displacement of goods safely into germam lands without getting caught. When the war ended, it was abandoned and left to the forgotten memories. Until the son of Thomapson Witwicky, I, found it and made it a refuge for people oppressed by the greater forces. 'Prime', for example, is an example of the greater forces. Direct rival of the Organization I've built..: LAD."

The woman in black listened carefully as being entranced by the history Morterol.

The next grand room they went to had a more tragic history and Morterol teared up a bit at this one.

"..This room is empty because it is the room I lost a lot of people in an attack led by the US army and Prime when they just formed their coalition. More than a thousand of innocents women and children burnt to crisp because of an error of mine. It happened fifteen years ago, but I still can't forgive myself. That's the main reason I've haven't given up yet. I keep fighting because if I stop, no one will be able to protect those people that can't defend themselves at the face of gigantic robots."

And the woman in black kept listening.

"This room is our most beautiful history-wise. In the nine kilometers of rooms dug, more than nine hundreds of rooms connected by a single door with no windows; this is the only that is connected to the sky. Having a window wide enough for me to poke my nose out, it was thought by the robots you've seen earlier. As a gift for their loyalty, they offered me their possession of a shard fragment and I used it as a catalyser for dimension-altering device. The result: The eight kilometers of depth separating this base to the surface is easily dealt with. A great gift I could ever give the people under me.."

The woman in black looked outside and saw a magnifique view of mountain, fresh rain scent and the green grass that grew in the wild.

"You name, what was it?"

Taken by surprise by a simple question, Morterol coughed before answering.

"It's my belief to say that you've got memory issues.. Morterol is my name, may you bestow me upon knowing your name?"

Turning her back, she decided to head back, leaving Morterol to think that he just witnessed the sight of something greater than a simple decepticon.

After spending time with her, Morterol was sure of one thing.

The woman in black was neither a Decepticon nor an autobot.

She was something else..

Back to the Round-table room, the woman in black met the blue-haired girl once more.

"Waiting for me, little human?"

Condescending through, the woman in black spoke with charisma.

"Lora. Just call me 'Lora'.."

But Lora spoke not of formal verbance but with arrogance.

"Lora.. A very nice nickname. I've got a daughter myself and she's called 'Theresay Osléo Buë'. I'm very much proud of her accomplishments and I know that she can reach far more than that."

"If you say so..."

Lora began to be more insulting towards the woman in black but she wouldn't mind at all Lora's speech.

"Your tone.. Are you deceived? Deceived that the one you've brought back wasn't the one you expected. Deceived that I'm Quintessa?"

"I'm angry, than deceived. I care not for what you think of me.. Just tell me who you are."

Lora asked her question as the woman in black smiled in the back.

"I will tell you, and only you."

Raising her hand high, the woman in black formed weird signs of her left hands casting an opaque zone of no-sound.

"What makes me is not quantifiable, I am neither a goddess nor a human. I am neither strong nor weak. I am neither good nor evil.. Just keep my name in mind and link nothing to the legend it will be known as... 'Hué'."

A name engraved in the ancient texts of the universe that was lost and found by the humans recently.

Lora was one of the luckiest to be the few to read the texts.

Which explained her reaction when she heard the woman in black's name.

Her eyes nearly popped out, her faced turned red and her tougue went rogue..

"Seeing your face, you must know who I am by the texts left by the 'sorcerers who created the Ever-shards'. Sadly, you must keep that info in your little human mind or else, I'll kill you, I'm not joking."

"..."

Speechless, Lora nodded as her arrogance vapoured away and her pride was at its lowest.

"Aside from that, that old guy that's got a weird scent, I forgot his name already, is good. The emotions he's got is very intense but has a good meaning to it. But the way he spoke is like he gave up though. But you've all here got 'transmigrated' of Autobots and Decepticons. How come, you've failed to defend yourself?"

"Maybe because Prime has gotten US supporting their backs. The resources are limited, we are seen as the bad guys because of the Decepticons in our ranks: we are actually declining in power struggling and I don't think we will last. And, Quintessa was supposed to become our last hope to brighter days."

The woman in black sat as Lora talked woth her heart.

She listened as Lora seemed to be concerned.

"Quintessa...? You've it all wrong. That witch was never the type to save people. Plus, I got rid of her not long ago.. So, I have a new deal on hand. You already gave me your 'body'.. If I destroy 'Prime' and The US, will you give me your 'loyalty' too?"

Another temptation.

Another risk to take.

Since the woman in black came back, Lora has been given choices with the stake of her people at hand.

"I give it to you, no doubts! Save My people and fucking Destroy This Damned Country!!!"

~to be continued~