Hours after the battle, once the wounded have been tended to and the toll accounted for, Prima appears on the scene with his siblings, all bearing the healing wounds and marks of battle on their giant frames. The seven of the Haven are minus one of their own number on this day, which leaves their triumph only bittersweet. However, in light of their victory, six other figures
linger in the distance, waiting to join their siblings in their own celebrations.
But for now, the celebration is for those of Haven alone.
The six First Forged gather their fighters among the debris, taking stock, healing and repairing and giving council as the group is rallied in from the Core and Badlands.
The Acolytes even bring forth the noncombatants from the temples, ushering them toward the call - it is a gathering for everyone
Meanwhile, the Lambda floats above, smaller and indistinct; the color of the rift's edges turned to a nonthreatening aurora of blues and teals, versus the previous acid green of Unicron's emergence. Vector Prime flies up to hover around it's slowly shrinking edges, clearly doing something to manipulate the space-tear with his various powers. It flickers occasionally, scenes and places appearing too quickly to identify within it's fractured edges.
When everyone is gathered, he hovers closer with a nod, and the leader of the Thirteen addresses them all.( The rewards of victory... )