#kronosphere

Dear Rodimus Revisionist,

In one universe, Megatron had nearly succeeded in trapping Optimus Prime in the Kronosphere, which would have trapped him billions of years into the past. But Hot Rod intervened, trading places with Optimus at the last minute and traveling back nine million years to the Golden Age of Cybertron.

Hot Rod arrived at the crucial moment when Megatron was preparing for his first siege on Iacon with an army of Dropkick clones. He saw Optimus—still Orion Pax—facing down the barrel of Megatron's fusion cannon. From Hot Rod's perspective, only a few seconds had passed between saving Optimus in the present and seeing Orion Pax in danger in the past, and he intervened again. Hot Rod was shot completely through the chest as Megatron continued his siege elsewhere.

Orion Pax, Ariel, and Dion carried the fallen Hot Rod to Alpha Trion and begged him to save their mysterious savior. As Alpha Trion rebuilt Hot Rod, Megatron discovered them and fatally wounded the elder before he could unleash the power of the Matrix. As Megatron reached out to catch the Matrix falling from Alpha Trion's hands, he was shocked to see a half-healed Hot Rod catch it instead. It transformed him at last into Rodimus Prime, who hurled Megatron with such strength that he was cast into deep space.

Dear Allegiance Agent,

Certainly—the multiverse is vast, after all, and faction membership changes over time.

In one universe she was a scientist working for Shockwave to develop the Kronosphere. In fact it was that very invention that alerted me to her presence, when it malfunctioned and released a small swarm of chronovorous pseudo-life into her lab. With the continuum beginning to unravel, I intervened, and together we repelled the foul entities, restoring existence... with the side effect of an extra Kilocycle of time that shouldn't exist.

I was going to repair it, when Scorpia begged me not to; apparently she was behind on several projects, and the prospect of extra time to complete them was something she couldn't pass up. I admit I always had trouble resisting those golden eyes, and I gave in. Of course, I would never leave a Decepticon alone in a chronal anomaly, even one that would collapse eventually, and so I remained to watch over her, and make sure her projects weren't about to swing the balance of the war unnaturally.

Over that time, we did become close, although given the nature of our time together, you'll understand how our relationship couldn't progress any further than friendship. Which is why I was surprised to find—when the bubble of time finally collapsed and we went our separate ways—that she had stencilled her personal contact frequency on my solar panels while I wasn't looking.