With a flick of the wrist, Markior pushed the rubble of the mountain away after some effort, cleaning the area from rubble. He listened to Prism's words.. Markior rumbled under his breath. "Seeing as how you're at full power again, you and Opty must go..." He quickly turned. "All the events here are growing cataclysmic.. Everything is happening at an incredible rate...." He nodded at Opty and Prism once, before he floated up and clenched his fists, an outburst of energy appearing in his eyes and around his shape, before jetting off back towards the Nexus.

Prism's eyes widened.

"Go where?!" She yelled out, but he was already out of earshot. "Aagh, dammit!" Prism cursed, placing her hands on her hips. "I hate it when he does that!" She gave an agitated, and childish, stomp of her foot, then sighed.

"Where shall we go?" Optimus asked, looking around. "I don't know my way around this place very well."

"Me neither," Prism replied, "Which is exactly why I'm mad at Smokey the Protoss over there. He could have at least told us where everything is...but I guess he's got too much on his mind to think about little things like that." She paused. "Come on. Let's scan the area for infects. Take my hand." She extended her hand, and Optimus confusedly put his hand in hers. Prism closed her eyes for a few minutes, and in a flash of light, the two became small stars, levitating in the air.

"Whoa!" Optimus yelled. "What happened?!"

"Don't worry," Prism replied. "It's only temporary. When you touch the ground again, you'll return to your true form. This form will allow us to easily and stealthily search the area from above."

"Oh." The human, now star, replied. "Well then, shall we go?"

~*~

After scanning the area from the sky for quite some time, Prism saw something unfamiliar move down in a forest. "Quickly! Down there!" The two stars decended into the forest, following behind the moving object.

"I think it's one of them!" exclaimed Optimus. "And he's stopped for the moment."

"Right," Prism replied. "Let's go." The two stars then landed behind a bush...

Necronimus muttered to himself as he ran. "Little green punk..last time I go chasing squirrels rustling bushes." He stopped by the riverside. "At least I fried the little squirt." he grinned A second rustling of the brush made him turn. "You better be a squirrel or ready to fight" he declared.

"We're no squirrel..." Prism retorted as she and Optimus transformed back into their true forms, glowing white clouds hovering over their heads once more.

"...but we are most definitely ready to fight" finished the terran. Prism smirked.

"Well well well....if it isn't Mr. du Ciel and Princess Skittle." Necronimus chuckled to himself. "I know of a group of zerglings who would just love to 'taste the rainbow'." The Hoshian narrowed her eyes, then looked at Opty.

"You know what to do."

"Right," Opty replied, before they both shouted, in unison, "Super Star!" A star rained down from each of their clouds, and their bodies began to flash, their colors reversed. Prism opened her palm, Crystalo staff appearing in her hand, as Optimus unsheathed his sword of Orbs.

Suddenly, an almost demonic rage took control of Prism. "For Olympus!" She screamed, tears in her now flashing yellow eyes as she charged the infect...