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Transformers Prime: Convergence

Chapter One

The Frozen Human

Deep within the Nemesis, long slender fingers tapped away at an alien keyboard. The occupant, staring at the screen, remained eerily silent. The only noise coming from him being the small whirs and clicks his servos made. A sudden pause in the screen revealed a ghastly reflection. There was no face behind the monitor. Only a visor. Soundwave's visor.

"Are you sure it's not… one of ours?"

The Decepticon frantically pacing around the hangar was none other than Starscream, Megatron's cowardly second-in-command. Though he would never show it, such a thing bothered Soundwave unimaginably. Soundwave turned around to face Starscream, who had been pacing around the small ship they had captured entering the solar system.

Scan. Alien language flashed on the screen with numerous pictures of ships. Thousands flashed by in the blink of an eye. Compile. In seconds, the data was scrunched down to a five-hundred, then to three-hundred, a hundred, fifty, and finally, one. Match. The computer blazed past all the images in mere moments, the screen briefly turning red.

The final conclusion: there was no match. The ship they had captured was not of Cybertronian design, nor anything similar to it either. And that perplexed the Decepticon. He relayed the information on is visor to the other Decepticon. That did not calm Megatron's second-in-command any less. In fact, it made Starscream even more apprehensive.

Starscream snarled at the ship, "Gah! Of all the things! It had to be… this!"

Soundwave just stood there. Silently watching the Decepticon. Soundwave logged the ship's size. Vehicle length: 100 meters. Vehicle width: 88 meters. Vehicle Height: 33 meters. Though the ship took up most of the hangar ―by Cybertronian standards— it was tiny. Unfit for their use. So, the question remained. What piloted it? Energon Readings: Negative. It wasn't in anyway connected to them. Power Readings: Active. There was something inside using a power cycle. Search Power Cycle Condensation: Error. Too much interference.

So, it would have to be the old-fashioned way then. Peel it open and see for themselves. Scan Interior: Warning. Extreme temperature conditions. Extreme temperature conditions? Soundwave stepped closer, examining the temperature the hull of the ship and comparing it the X-ray readings. On the outside, the temperature was normal for extended space travel, on the inside however, temperatures reached a chilling -184 degrees Celsius. Extremely hazardous to either of them if the duration of exposure exceeded more than an hour. Soundwave approached the strange ship with caution. Why was the ship so cold inside?

"What are you doing!" Starscream panicked. "Stop!"

Soundwave ignored him and knelt down onto the ground. With fluid ease, he ripped the ships' main doors off. Murky white gas spilled out onto the floor near the ship, causing tiny ice crystals to form on contact with the moisture. With a shriek, Starscream scrambled away from the ship, angrily turning to Soundwave.

"What were you thinking! You can't just open it like that!" Starscream grabbed the silent Decepticon, shouting at him. "What if it had been a trap!?"

It hadn't. The gas was the main reason for that reasoning. The gas was mainly composed of Nitrogen. It was cold, yes, but nothing more than that. Soundwave reported his findings to Starscream without delay.

"So what?" Starscream rolled his eyes. "Can we inspect it?"

Soundwave nodded. He detached Laserbeak from his chassis, but still found that to maneuver his Mini-Con through the ship, the smaller drone would still have to "crawl" along its floor to provide adequate visuals. The Mini-Con propped its front above the Nitrogen gas covering the floor and established audio and visuals to the computer screen next to Soundwave.

Now that he was technically inside the ship, Soundwave had his Mini-Con scan for the source of the Power Cycle. After a few moments of waiting, Laserbeak immediately branched to the left, his movements grinding away some the ice crystals forming on him. Scanning for the source of the energy.

Laserbeak crawled around the corner and approached a flight of stairs, taking stock notes of the dimensions of the room's it was in. As the Mini-Con skittered up the stairs a revelation hit Soundwave. These were human measurements. This was a human ship. He relayed his findings to Starscream.

"Impossible!" the Decepticon laughed. "Human's possessing sophisticated spaceflight technology! Ha!"

But his ridicule turned to curiosity and then to outright confusion as Laserbeak spotted a curved couch, a circular table, and even computer-like objects well within the specifications and measurements set for humans. Soundwave merely turned to look at Starscream, as if saying, "I told you so".

Starscream scowled and ignored the slight provocation. Just because the measurements were correct didn't mean a human piloted the ship. Just something the size of a human did. It appeared to the two Decepticons that Laserbeak had just entered some sort of communications lounge, and it examined the circular terminal. It was advanced to say the least, far too advanced to be human technology. Gears whirred as the Mini-Con tried to get back down, but ice was beginning to form on it. Laser beak's temperature was dropping rapidly. They would have to speed things up until they could safely vent the gas out.

The Mini-Con determined the source of the power, and banked to the left, its pace significantly slower than normal. It shuddered like a dog would to break the excess ice off, and a crack formed on the monitor. Unlike all the other doors it had come across, this one was sealed shut. Not a problem, as Laserbeak cut through them. The moment the doors opened however, more of the Nitrogen gas spilled out, completely obscuring its view.

Soundwave looked at the ship. Left wing. Back portion. He tore the roof portion of it off with ease, exposing the soupy gas to the hangar. It spilled out onto the floor, still cold enough for it to be uncomfortable to the Decepticons. Soundwave had Laserbeak spin outwards, clearing away the gas and any ice crystals on its body. Inside the apparent "med-bay" of the ship was a tube covered in ice crystals. A cryostasis tube.

Soundwave dipped his hand inside the ship, wiping away a portion of the crystals, a face came to view. A human face. Soundwave stepped backwards, turning to Starscream as a blue soundwave line appeared on his visor.

"Human's possessing spaceflight technology."

It was Starscream's voice, slightly vocoded, but still very much his. Though Soundwave wasn't the most talkative of the Decepticons, this must have meant that he too was incredibly shocked by the finding.

"It's not human," Starscream waved him off. Soundwave's visor scanned it as human. "It's not human!"

Soundwave made a show of displaying all the measurements and form of being, narrowing it down from a search of organics to one race: Human. The thing in the cryostasis tube was human. This small argument st the second-in-command off. He knew that it couldn't be human. No human had this technology. He would know. He'd spent more time observing their race than Soundwave had. What gave him the right to question his authority in the matter in the first place?

"It! Isn't! Human! It may look human!" Starscream snarled at the Decepticon, his voice rising with disbelief. "But that… that thing! That can't be human! It's not possible!"

"What is the meaning of all this noise?"

A cold, sinister voice reverberated around the room, full of tyrannical malevolence. Cold, sinister, and dominating. A voice very much befitting the monstrous leader of the Decepticons as he entered the hangar. Megatron towered above them with a scowl on his face, denoting his obvious displeasure at Starscream's ranting. His red, malevolent eyes peered through them like invisible lasers.

"L-Lord Megatron!" Starscream groveled before his master. "I was, I was just… We were, we were just—"

Soundwave had reached his limit, stepping forwards to interrupt Starscream. Without a word, Soundwave pointed to the stasis tube. More specifically at the human inside it.

"Human's possessing spaceflight technology."

Again, it was the same recording of Starscream's voice being played back by Soundwave's audio vocoders. Megatron's demeanor changed instantly. Soundwave was right, of course. Megatron all but pushed Starscream out of the way to inspect the cryostasis tube. He grabbed the tube, tiny in his hands, as if it were a bomb, pinching it between two of his sharp fingers. A giant eye peered into it. Human. Female. Young. One of those labels had to be wrong.

"Soundwave. Have Knockout examine the ship—" Megatron then turned to Starscream— "Make sure this… thing… stays frozen."

Megatron handed his second-in-command the cryostasis tube, either failing to notice the look of pure disgust when touching it or ignoring it completely.

"Understood, my lord." Starscream bowed before making his exit, peering into the tube. "And you… Gah!"

Starscream nearly dropped the tube in shock as he flinched away from it. He had felt something peer back at him. Whatever was inside, had just looked at him as he did her. Like he was tiny, fragile, vulnerable… deadly. No! No. It had to be his imagination. Starscream chuckled.

"We'll be watching you." Starscream sneered at the 'human'. "Closely."

Starscream paced into the Med-Bay of the Nemesis, holding the cryostasis tank in his hand as if it were a bomb. He didn't like it. He felt like its eyes were still on him.

"Hey, whatcha got there? Is that the human?"

The laid-back tone came from none other than Knockout, their stylish chief medic with an appreciation for well-built mechanical bodyforms of all sizes and functions, and a nasty penchant for tearing them apart after he was done admiring them. He had been typing some commands in a console as Starscream entered the med-bay.

"No. It's not." Starscream vehemently protested. "We found this thing in a ship in deep space. Megatron wants it kept frozen, and didn't Megatron already call for you?"

"I'm getting the Cryostasis warmed up for you." Knockout punched in a few more commands on the console he had been working on. "There. Bet that tank's not to pleasant to hold onto."

It wasn't. It was already starting to lock up some of Starscream's knuckle servo's due to the chilling temperature. He placed it in the chamber, the small tube looking tiny in comparison.

"This button to increase or decrease the temperature, this one to vent the gas, and this to open and close the pod. Vitals are monitored here on this screen."

"Good." Starscream nodded to him. "And Breakdown?"

"Yeah?"

"You will report all findings, to me, before you report them to Megatron."

Breakdown nodded and left the room pausing for a moment. He looked exasperated with Starscream.

"What now?" He said.

"Huh?" Starscream turned around.

"You wanted something?" Breakdown questioned him, a metallic eyebrow raising. "

"No, that was all?" Starscream froze the tube. "Go on."

Breakdown shook his head, he had clearly heard Starscream say his name… Must have been nothing. Starscream watched as the doors closed, pressing the button on the computer terminal that activated the cryo-gas. Within moments, the tube was completely frozen at a bone-chilling -200 degrees Celsius.

"Starscream!"

Starscream whirled around. "L-Lord Megatron! I've put the human… in… stasis?"

There was nobody there… the Decepticon turned back to the cryostasis chamber. There was an ominous feeling lingering in his gut now. First Knockout, and now him? No. Perhaps Megatron had just yelled at him from somewhere else on the ship. Yet, why did that not lessen his dread? Taking one last look at the cryostasis tube to make sure nothing had suddenly gone wrong, Starscream shook his head while leaving the room, failing to notice the temperature on the screen drop to -199.

He paced down the hall, and right behind him, just for a moment, a light flickered. Something was wrong, Starscream kept thinking to himself. Something was so terribly wrong. No human possessed such advanced technology… right? The Decepticon was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't notice Megatron until he smacked straight into him, tumbling to the floor. Starscream was about to go off on the offending Decepticon until he realized who he had just run into.

"My apologies Lord Megatron!" Starscream apologized. "I—I was distracted…"

"Is that so?" Megatron raised one of his eyebrows.

Starscream nodded earnestly, picking himself up off the floor. "Yes, my lord, did you call for me?"

"No."

The answer spoke for itself, as if he were the very opposite of who Megatron had called for. Starscream looked back towards the med-bay doors. He didn't like this one bit.

Starscream let out a fake chuckle. "Must have been my imagination then."

He had to get off the Nemesis. He had to do it now. Something. Anything. Starscream prayed for a miracle to happen… something like a new Energon deposit, or an attack on one of the Autobots…

"Soundwave has just located an untapped source of Energon." Megatron told him. Starscream's spirits lifted immediately. "Go with him to investigate the source."

And he was saved… for now. Starscream beamed.

"With pleasure, Lord Megatron." He said.

Megatron noticed the immediate change in his subordinate. This would have been something the second-in-command would have complained about. Not to mention the haste in his step as Starscream practically jogged down the halls. Had Starscream done something he wasn't aware of? No, even he wasn't that stupid. Whatever the case was, Megatron quickly checked the med-bay. Everything seemed in order… he closed the doors. The temperature in the cryostasis tank dropped one degree more.

As he neared the bridge, Megatron watched Starscream nearly drag the silent spy master along. He sure was eager to get off the Nemesis. He would have to question Soundwave about it later. Knockout entered a moment later.

"Lord Megatron." Knockout rested his hand on his hip. "That's one heck of a ship we picked up."

Megatron was in no mood for banter. "What can you tell me about it?"

"The engines utilize internal fusion reactions to produce a stream of highly-charged particles that were forced through the engine's exhaust port at nearly the speed of light." Knockout explained. "The ship's on-board weaponry doesn't appear to be anywhere near Cybertronian design either."

Knockout explained to Megatron that a small amount of gas moved from the a storage cell through the a valve into some sort of gas conversion enabler chamber, In this chamber, the miniaturized reactors energized the gas, before it passed into the module where the now extremely high-energy gas was transformed into a compressed beam of intense energy particles, coupled with intense light. The particle beam was then focused through a prismatic crystal, which generated a deadly high-energy particle beam, fired from the emitter nozzle as a bolt of glowing energy. All tested, of course.

So, the passenger couldn'tbe human. Unless it possessed polymorphic qualities… Megatron ordered Knockout to return to his investigations to see who and what the passenger they had frozen was. The Decepticon nodded and left the main bridge as Megatron watched Starscream and Soundwave fly in front of the Nemesis in their vehicle forms. Starscream was sure in a hurry to leave.

Back within the med-bay, a face appeared in the cryostasis monitor. It was her face. The prisoner in the tank. The screen glitched for a moment causing a rictus-grinning skull to become superimposed over her stoic features. The cryostasis tube's temperature ticked down to -198 degrees Celsius.


This is one of my oldest fan-fictions, with only three preceding it. I know I said I would never bring these to light, but I feel that I can still salvage the plot-line with this one rather than build a whole knew one for Sub Tenebras Sanctum. I still plan on continuing it, just at a later time until I can replay Fallout: New Vegas or at the very least, watch someone's playthrough of it so I can accurately get the plot of it down. With that out of the way, something is awakening. Something powerful. What horrors await the crew of the Nemesis as their "human" thaws? Stay tuned for all that, and more. Until next time, my dear readers. Agent Archangel, signing out.