“Remember—knowing is half the battle. The other half is keeping your head, doing your duty, and looking out for the person next to you.”

‼️NEW MARAUDERS EMMA FROST AND IRON MAN SKINS REVEALED 📅FEB 20TH

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“I protected those meant to serve and protect the people of Cybertron… those people betrayed me.”

He was there to talk. And if talking failed—well. He’d crossed enough bridges in his life to know when to stop borrowing trouble and when to start planning for what came next.

No armor showed, no weapons were on display, though the calm in his bearing made it clear he wasn’t unprotected. He wasn’t there to threaten anyone. He wasn’t there to impress anyone, either. —>

No press. No flags. No audience. When the time came, he arrived with minimal presence. The transport remained at a respectful distance, rotors quiet, pilot waiting with practiced stillness. He stood alone at the shoreline, coat settled neatly, posture relaxed but ready. —>

It took patience, persistence, and a willingness to deal with intermediaries who preferred spectacle to subtlety. The meeting, when it was finally agreed to, was set far from shipping lanes and satellites, on neutral ground—an unremarkable island lost in the open sea. —>

the leader of a force that officially does not exist, chosen precisely because he knows when not to make a show of power. Reaching across realms did not happen with a single call. —>

And they have begun to weigh the cost of silence against the value of cautious diplomacy. The responsibility of acting as liaison fell to the one man trusted to carry both authority and restraint—>

The knowledge is judged too heavy for open disclosure, too likely to spark fear, panic, and the kind of chaos that poisons peace before it has a chance to take root. Behind closed doors, however, the world’s governments are not ignorant. They know. —>

In a gesture meant to signal a new chapter, one of its warriors who had stood beside Earth’s champions was elevated as a bridge between worlds, tasked with carrying words instead of blades. On Earth, the truth of other realms remains buried from the public eye. —>

That advance ended at Earth’s doorstep, turned back by champions chosen by a higher will. The defeat left scars on both worlds, but it also forced change. Under new rule, Outworld took a different path—one that favored measured diplomacy over open conquest. —>

There was a time when Outworld turned its eyes toward Earth with hostile intent, led by a warlord whose ambition was quietly steered by a manipulator skilled in lies. The old order was betrayed, and the realm marched toward a war it should never have fought. —>

In the capital and other cities, there are districts no one boasts about—places where outcasts gather, where inequality settles in and refuses to leave. The realm is beautiful, but it is not flawless, and the cracks show if you look long enough. —>

Others dwell beneath the surface in forgotten caverns, and some are driven into isolation altogether, feared for what they are rather than what they’ve done. —>

Even within Outworld’s own borders, the shine of the Golden Age does not reach everyone. The Wastes still bear the scars of harsher eras, where one warrior people endure lives shaped by hardship and survival. —>

Outworld maintains a careful, mostly respectful relationship with Earth, though that courtesy does not extend evenly to all realms. Old grudges linger beyond its borders, and some neighbors remain wary, hostile, or openly predatory. —>

Beyond the city, the countryside is calm and fertile, and the forests are treated as sacred ground—the final rest for the honored dead, their magic gentle, watchful, and alive. —>

The capital stands as a thriving, radiant metropolis, its streets alive with many peoples and cultures, its order maintained by a disciplined constabulary. —>

Much of the land is lush and beautiful, sustained by old magic that leans toward preservation rather than corruption. For generations, it has been guided by a royal lineage whose steady hand ushered in a long golden age. —>