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Date Posted: 22:04:26 01/21/03 Tue
Author: Fulcrumm
Subject: Of course there was no answer...
In reply to: Fulcrumm 's message, "From the shadows of the alley, he silently bore witness." on 19:11:09 01/16/02 Wed

...how could there be when Fulcrumm had not the words to pose the question? When events far above Cybertron were hitting closer and closer to home, even in this dilapidated underbelly? The homeless Predacon simply stared wide-eyed at Fulcrumm then at the sky blazing bright emerald before breaking free, transforming, and scampering away.

Little else to do and not much chance of finding answers here, Fulcrumm made his way up to the streets.

* * *

Something was amiss. In the alley where Fulcrumm found the Targetmaster armor, an unseen tear in reality flickered, reacting to the imbalance of energy caused by the Swarm feeding above. When the old SPUniverse was shunted to a new reality, parallel versions touched briefly at weak points before the new SPUniverse stabilized. The body of Snipar, a green-skinned Nebulan in a continuity where Nebulans more closely resembled humans, was evidence of such a momentary overlap. The tear now healed, dimensional energies drawn skyward as wisps and spheres of various shapes, sizes and colors drifted upward across the city. Snipar's body now faded but his armor was now a part of Fulcrumm, of this SPUniverse. This tear was now healed, but it would not be the only one to change the SPUniverse before the day was done...

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