Dream Walkers

After three generations of searching, the remains of an alien race called the Verlyn have finally found the perfect planet for the reconstruction of their civilization: Earth. The only problem is the presence of the Maximals and Predacons. After being abducted and put into an induced dream-state, the Maximals and Predacons must free themselves and ensure that Earth remains as it was meant to in order to ensure the Great War and Cybertron itself!

The night air was dark and heavy. Billowing plumes of dark smoke rose above a large metallic city. The inhabitants ran frantically screaming in fear. This day was expected. This day was prepared for as best as it could have been. Yet, even with the advance warning, shock and terror still engulfed the city with a tight grip.

One of the citizens road a sleek silver/blue hover bike down the streets of the great city. The darkness of the night hid his face and the fear it showed. He was glad. He’d always been one to be looked upon as fearless and strong. Yet, with the world around him crumbling ever so quickly, so did his inner strength. Yet, he was obligated to perform his duty as the Senctom Province governor. A final session was called to take place now. He was on his way to the council chambers now. The governor looked around at the terror around him. Impact crates and ashes laced the grounds of almost every household. He looked into the dark night sky, only to see golden blazes running across the darkness and eventually into someone’s home. It was maddening; to be so out of control of your circumstances. They, with all their technology and resources, could not prevent such a disaster. The death toll was rising even with their precautions. There was one final thing to be done, but that would only save hundreds.

Finally he saw the large metallic building standing before him. Fortunately, the building appeared to be unharmed. He leaped off his bike and immediately sped towards the main doors. The building was unusually quiet. The lights were off in order to conserve energy for the precautions. He ran through the lifeless corridors, listening to the shattering impacts that sounded outside. Finally, he made it to the room. Bursting through the doors he exclaimed, “Time is short! What news on the status of our people?”

The room was rather large and decorated with several plaques and banners. A large marble-like table resigned within the center. Twelve chairs surrounded the table at even intervals, all of which were taken except for one. The governor ran to his seat and sat quickly, trying to regain his composure. Fear and anxiety took hold on everyone’s face, but they had to be focused. They had to care for their people.

“We are aware of the time Governor Cartsyn.” The tall person was recognizably female. She had light gray skin, with dark black hair falling down to her shoulders. Her wide neck had a scaly texture going down each side. Dark gray spots were sprinkled upon her face and body. The woman stood tall and had a confident air about her. She looked to one of the governors to her left, “Governor Artaega will you share your report with the council?”

“Ofcourse Master Councilwoman Kyst.” The governor rose to his feet and cleared his throat, “The deflector shielding units have been delivered to each of the twelve provinces and technicians have assisted anyone with the set up of the devices. Our top engineer, Mr. Aekin, has assured me that they are of top quality and will perform well, although they will be only effect in resisting bombardments for at the most seven hours. Any time after that, the shields will degrade and leave the household unprotected.”

Tyru Cartsyn stood and quickly went to a window. He opened the blinds and exposed the impact stricken city. “Look out that window governor! No small shielding array will protect against such a barrage of meteorites. And certainly, such insignificant devices will not protect our people from the largest one that is on its way.”

Master Councilwoman (MC) Kyst raised her three fingered hand and spoke, “Tyru, please, sit.”

“I know how Governor Cartsyn feels. We all feel this way. There is just nothing left to be done. Ironically, it was our ingenious plan that has brought the prelude meteor shower. If we had not tried the land-to-space missile launch on the larger comet, these small fragments would not have been blown from its mass and onto our lands.” She paused and left slip a sigh, “Yet, our fate would be the same. The comet would eventually have gotten us as it is going to now.”

The room was silent. The passed few weeks of events spun through each governor’s mind. They were over confident and unwilling to see the outcome of their brilliant plan. And now it has only caused to extend the suffering. It was their call as the leaders of the planet to initiate the land-to-space missile launch. Guilt hung in the room, but it was soon disturbed by another, more powerful, impact. The MC shook off the guilt and sighed.

The governor stood and spoke, “Well, the Veral has been receiving the people of the Sectal, Senctom, Cyrul, and Dananace provinces since the first impacts this morning. The Veral’s two other sister ships have begun boarding survivors in the late afternoon after returning from deep space.”

Tyru looked to the governor, “How many have been taken aboard the transports so far?”

“Close to three hundred on the Veral and two hundred in total on the other transports.”

Kyst shook her head, “Yes, but I’ve heard the Veral isn’t accepting anymore passengers as it must take off to ensure its survival. Apparently, the meteor impacts have begun to damage the outer hull.”

Governor Hilt nodded, “yes, and the two other transports will be following within the hour Master Councilwoman.”

Kyst nodded, “Very good.” She looked out into the room, studying the faces of each of her most trusted advisors and comrades. It was time for them all to leave and take to their families.

“Council session is closed now. We’ll be splitting up and taking residence on each of the transports. Remember, there will be panic and terror in those ships. Our mission, even now, is to care for our people. Remember this. We must ensure our survival and please calm them. Be the voice of reason among them. Hopefully, we’ll be seeing each other on a new home world soon. Now go, be with your families.”