Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three Personal Journal –
Date Index 316.075 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.075 AU
No word yet from the Council of Elders. Their numbers have been eerily quiet as of late, no doubt in response to the terrorist activities that have recently occurred on the outskirts of the development sectors. I have assurances from Peace Marshal Command that the situation is well under control, but that does little to ease my mind. Without additional directives from the High Council, I must continue the search on my own. Primus’ hand be with me…
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.098 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.098 AU
I fear the trail has come to an end. Without an additional trace referent, there seems little hope of locating the Axalon, or the lost Marshal who broke ranks to locate the ship on his own. I return to my investigation of the recent transwarp anomaly, an event that now seems a strange prologue to the chaos that is spreading planet wide.
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.168 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.168 AU
Recent communiqués from the Marshals indicate that the attacks have been growing in boldness and severity. Their latest count is at nineteen agents missing in action. Every offer of assistance I make is treated with courtesy and due protocol, though denied in a manner that is making the rest of the team increasingly frustrated and uneasy. As much as I try and remain patient, I understand their uneasiness... Tracking the transwarp anomaly has led to fewer successes than I’d initially hoped for, and I’m now left with correspondingly fewer options. Should the situation grow worse, The Wreckers will have no choice but to intervene.
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.183 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.183 AU
Fifty PMC Starhoppers just exploded in the central terminal of New Cybertropolis spaceport. I’ve sent the full team to investigate- I doubt the Marshals will turn us away this time. In less than a stellar cycle, it seems the entire planet has gone mad. The Tripredacus Council is calling for martial law, but Maximal command seems confident that the attacks are the result of a small and limited faction. I have the team on full alert. Regardless of the Council’s decision, the Wreckers will be prepared for the worst.
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.235 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.235 AU
It’s him... Megatron has returned.
是他•••威震天又回来了。
It now appears that Optimus Primal and his crew have been destroyed- or worse. The attacks over the past cycle have been Megatron’s doing; the insane plot of a murderous criminal bent on fulfilling his own twisted vision of a new Decepticon heritage. The High Council is all but immobilized, with blame and doubt being cast from one end of the command chain to another. As they struggle for an answer, nearly thirty Marshals have gone rogue, in an attempt to hunt Megatron to his den.
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.247 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.247 AU
Our latest intelligence reports indicate that the rogue Marshals have been destroyed. As I code this entry, transmissions are arriving from dozens of sectors; frantic calls describing swarms of attackers arriving seemingly from nowhere. Rodimus has taken the remaining Wreckers to do what they can, after nearly ordering me to remain here at command. Helpless though I felt as he departed, I left him with the only advice I had to give…
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.258 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.258 AU
Still no communication from Rodimus and the team. I can only assume they’ve been lost with the others. If this malevolent force can best the last of the Templars, what hope do I have to fight against it? The empty glow of my monitor station provides little solace. With every reading I take, a circle of dread draws closer and closer around me. No life signs. No comm traffic. Nothing.
In less than a stellar cycle, Megatron has turned our homeworld into a darkened, silent husk. Hidden deep within these fortress walls, the phantoms of Cybertron’s storied past seem to be speaking to me. Perhaps they whisper things that I dare not tell myself…
I may be the last Transformer alive on this planet.
我就是这个星球最后幸存的变形金刚了。
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.263 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.263 AU
Some kind of virus... That’s how Megatron was able to take the populace so quickly! The data all points in that direction. He must have known his troops stood no chance with conventional tactics alone. Somehow, he’s developed a means of artificially inducing some kind of intense stasis lock. By crippling one’s ability to transform or fight back, it’s no wonder the virus ran roughshod across every defense we had…
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.265 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.265 AU
Mere moments ago, orbital scanners picked up a spacecraft coming in on a priority approach vector. Strangely enough, our registry database tagged it as an ancient Autobot ship! Though the craft fell off scanners before I could establish contact, it has left me with the fleeting hope that survivors are still out there… somewhere.
Just where the ship could have come from is pure conjecture at this point. What kind of crew would be driving a four million-year-old Autobot shuttle?
这架飞船从哪里来？又是什么人在驾驶这架四百万年前的飞船？我不禁浮想联翩。
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.270 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.270 AU
I’ve lost patience with waiting here on my silent vigil, locked down behind the adamantine walls of Wrecker Command. The time for self doubt and quiet courage is over. It’s time to get outside and find out just what in the Pit is going on.
Judging by my latest data, the shield suit I’ve developed should protect me from the residual effects of Megatron’s plague. As much as I’d like to keep a low profile, I still wouldn’t mind “introducing” myself to a few of his attack drones…
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.270 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.270 AU
By the divine weld- Rodimus lives! Somehow he’s survived, apparently unaffected in the slightest way by Megatron’s virus. After scouring half the planet to find other survivors, his report was clear: We now seem to occupy a dead world, controlled by a mindless swarm of drones Megatron has arrogantly named “Vehicons.” But the rest of our team- all of them… Destroyed.
Yet Rodimus sternly reminded me: “We’re still Wreckers, and we’re still around.” He’s right; history has been less than kind to our ranks, but we still remain. As long as even one of us functions, we haven’t been beaten.
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.279 AU
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
救援指挥部 得尔塔3
个人航行手记——数据索引316.279 AU
Rodimus’ somewhat… unique physiology seems be the cause of his heretofore miraculous resistance to Megatron’s plague. By mapping and replicating his Spark’s low-band energy signatures, I have developed an effective inoculant against the virus. With this new advantage, we may be able to begin our search for survivors.
One thing is certain- if there are survivors out there, we must find them. The future of Cybertron hangs in the balance!
确然无疑——如果外面还有幸存者，我们就必须找到他们。电子星的未来在此一举！
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Three
Personal Journal – Date Index 316.286 AU
飞行中队指挥官
圣袁救援指挥部
得尔塔3 个人航行手记——数据索引316.286 AU
The orbitals just picked up another transwarp anomaly, this one localized near to the planetary surface. A ship appears to have come through the opening- and this time there’s no mistaking its registry signature. Scanners tracked its crash to the far side of Polyhex, so our mission now is clear. Rodimus and I are going out there.
Primal Prime, Acting Commander
Wrecker Command Base, Delta Five:
Supplemental Journal – Date Index 316.292 AU
至尊金刚，行动指挥官
救援指挥部 得尔塔5
附加航行手记——数据索引316.292 AU
Squadron Commander Apelinq, the leader of a Cybertronian special operations team, was ultimately sent through the same portal that brought us here, before he could inoculate the rest of my crew. Apelinq's attempt to close the transwarp gateway was cut short by one of the attacking Generals, who plunged him straight into the void as it closed around them both...
My memory tells me so much and yet so little. The very idea that I’ve been met by the legendary “Wreckers” has left me with some degree of assurance- even though their current roster now hangs at one lone survivor. And while I thought Rodimus would object, he seems strangely comfortable with my assumption of command... I sense an unusual kinship with this Autobot veteran; it is almost as if we have met before in another time and place.
In Apelinq's absence, we are left with the task of re-orienting our newfound team toward the battle ahead- a battle involving a homeworld that is at once strangely familiar and yet all-too-distant to me at this point.
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Self Diagnostic Program - Contingency
Personal Journal - Fixed Date Index Unknown
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
自我诊断程序 — 紧急意外
个人航行手记——修复数据索引未知
With Mirage now out of the way, I can begin searching for my transfer interlink- struck loose from my chassis as we fell through the transwarp gateway. Of course, once I reclaim the device, my immediate problems are far from over. I may find it and reclaim my cure for Megatron's virus, but it will do Cybertron or my comrades little good if I am trapped on this unknown planet forever. I only wish I had more time to debrief “Primal Prime” before I was sent to this Spark-forsaken place.
No telling where or when I am; Prime’s introductions were cryptic at best and transwarp travel has a nasty habit of taking random turns. Primal Prime could’ve left this place eons ago, or he could be prepping his ship for takeoff as I code this very entry. What did he mean about “ending the war?” Just what were he and his crew doing here?
As I search the horizon for answers, I am left with one resounding thought: This world is strikingly resemblant of the descriptions I've read about ancient Earth.
在我苦苦思索寻求答案时，一个念头出现了：这个世界怎么和我了解到的史前地球这么相象！
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Self Diagnostic Program - Contingency
Personal Journal - Fixed Date Index Unknown
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
自我诊断程序 — 紧急意外
个人航行手记——修复数据索引未知
I have reclaimed the transfer interlink and my antivirus program, but not without consequence. However, my near contact with those Cybertronians was a risk I had to take. While it seems they were too busy blasting each other apart to notice my departure, their presence here has left me with still more unanswered questions. Maximals and Predacons embroiled in a battle on some forlorn planet? Rodimus will never believe this tale, should I ever return to tell it.
I cannot risk further contact with these beast warriors until I am sure of their origins or intent. Regardless of where and when I've found myself, this place has certainly turned out to be much more than meets the eye.
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Self Diagnostic Program - Contingency
Personal Journal - Fixed Date Index Unknown 飞
行中队指挥官 圣袁
自我诊断程序 — 紧急意外
个人航行手记——修复数据索引未知
Primus must have a sense of humor after all... It now appears the quantum tunnel somehow sent me back to prehistoric Earth, casting me in the role of a background player in Optimus Primal and Megatron’s private little war on the frontiers of our own history. I’m now torn between my mission to return home and the hope that further investigation into the events of this time may help the Wreckers reclaim Cybertron in our own.
With the interlink once again in hand, my artificial transwarp program should work- I only await a temporal polestar that will allow me to reopen the gateway that brought me here. As confident as I am that my plan will succeed, I keep subprocessing the possibility that Megatron should be stopped in the here and now. “Preserving the timeline” matters less and less to me as I observe the tyrant from afar.
Megatron tramples on the sacred ground of our race’s heritage, begging to be put down…
威震天肆意蹂躏我们祖先代代相传珍视的故土，他恶贯满盈，罄竹难书，接受审判吧，暴君••••
No… I must complete my mission. We Wreckers have our own war to fight, in our own time.
不，我不能。我还有我的任务，我们雷霆救援队有自己战斗，那是在我们的时空。
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Self Diagnostic Program - Contingency
Personal Journal - Fixed Date Index Unknown
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
自我诊断程序 — 紧急意外
个人航行手记——修复数据索引未知
My transwarp program is online!
超时空程序链上线了！
I have what I came for. I must go. NOW!
总算成功了。现在该走了！
This place is becoming less and less hospitable by the nano-klik. I’m reminded of the Sojourner’s Passage from the Book of Primus:
时光流逝，事过境迁。这个世界变得越来越凶险了。我想起了天尊圣约里“出地球记”里的词句。
“Cursed curiosity compelled me to stay, to observe the enemy before the machine age. And now this demands my attention! My first responsibility is to those I left behind, yet I sense what unfolds below eclipses even…”
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Self Diagnostic Program - Contingency
Personal Journal - Fixed Date Index Unknown
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
自我诊断程序 — 紧急意外
个人航行手记——修复数据索引未知
Rodimus always told me invoking the Covenant of Primus was more trouble than it’s worth. Now I’m gazing upon eleven warriors who are the Covenant of Primus! Like it or not, it looks like my path is blocked- and the only way home is straight ahead.
The next time I see a transwarp gateway, I’m just sending a slagging probe…
下次我要是看见超时空通道，我一定先放个探针踩踩路再说••••
Squadron Commander Apelinq
Self Diagnostic Program - Terminus
Personal Journal - POINT OMEGA
飞行中队指挥官 圣袁
自我诊断程序 — 临界
个人航行手记——奇点
I have no idea what in the Pit that arthropodan thing is, but there’s only one way to find out. My mission to return home has been cast aside by the hand of Primus. I know now that it was fate which brought me to this time, to this place…
Should my Spark be extinguished, I can only hope Primal Prime and the Wreckers will fight on in my absence. If these records are ever found, let them hold my final message:
