Into the Breach
Author: Sylenttails
Rating: FR-T
Disclaimer: I do not own transformers (any Continuity). They Belong to Michal Bay, Hasbro, and associates!
Pairings: Blitzwing/Bulkhead.
Warnings: Violence, TF Swearing, mech/mech implied
Prompt: Introduction continued
Chapter 1: Abrupt introductions
Its only a matter of time. Time to take my dreams and use to them to rewrite the realities I've seen. Those who have gone before yet wage war across countless realities and have yet to stop. Peace will never be reached. Creation and destruction have yet to stop their dance. All must end in order to renew. Death must come to birth life. Sorrow to birth joy. Pleasure to birth jealously. Circles within circles with in circles.
How utterly useless.
I vow to take all and meld them into one. None of those that have come before shall stand in my way. Neither the Life Eater nor the Life Giver can stand up to me dancing in dreaming counter-points as they do. They sleep and manipulate their puppets in a never ending cycle of power and dominance, circling each other in the endless eddies of time and space. Believing in their own right of existence, their own justice. Believing that without the one the other will cease to exist. Yet fighting in an seeming endless circle of checks and balances.
How utterly worthless.
I am that which the abyss does fear. I am where nothingness fears to cross. I am the one whom life backs away from. I am what wholeness cannot hope to fill.
I gaze into all and know only myself. I shall take their puppets and make them my own. I shall take their sorrows and their joys and beget ashes. I will remove life and death and make them one.
I am the unnamed third.
oOoOoOo
Movie 'verse – NEST base, Earth
Optimus Prime stood his full height, optics shuttered. The bright sun warmed his plating, causing his systems to purr in pleasure. The NEST base was quite at this time in the morning, when all personal had started their shifts. Even his own troops would already be deep into their own shifts and few mechanisms would be out. Those who had patrol had already gone.
Summer had just begun. Days filled with sunshine and joyful times. Even the Decepticons hadn't made any moves since the death of their Fallen Prime, so all was disturbingly quiet on that front. He hadn't been pestered by local planetary governments for anything he wasn't willing to give them. In fact, since Egypt, the humans had seemed to be giving his a wide berth. Humanity had a strange outlook in resurrection, that only god could hope to bring another back to life. Either that or one had to use the blackest of arts to forcible bring back one of the dead. How utterly illogical.
Yet Optimus could not deny that he had died. He stood on the fine line between the light of the Matrix and the pain of life. He hadn't wanted to return but knew he must. There was no other to take up his burdens, no other who truly knew about his oaths to the Core of Cybertron, nor the promise that was made to him by the Core.
With his return, Optimus knew that soon the Core's promise would come to fruitation. His death and rebirth was the confirmation needed to obliterate all the doubts that had backlogged since Optimus had last conversed with the Core.
He now held two matrix's in his spark chamber. The one given to him by Cybertron's core and the one Samuel Witwicky had earned. That matrix was the boy's yet the human had given it to Optimus for safe keeping, for only another Primus confirmed Prime could handle a Matrix. It's possible that Samuel did not yet realize the significance of winning his own Matrix. Did not know that he was now a Prime to all Cybertronians who have sworn to serve the Primes; or even know that the knowledge downloaded into his brain from the Allspark was a sparkright gift given to all Primes.
Optimus vented, optics still closed, helm tilted towards the warm sunshine and dearly wished his processor would stop brining up such thoughts. He made a mental note to speak to with Sam during the human's summer holidays. There was a great deal the human needed to know before more Autobots arrived. Poor Cliffjumper still had to visibly restrain himself from saluting whenever he passed the Human Prime. The red weapons specialist had insisted on being in rotation in acting like Sam's car. The minibot had even taken the same altmode as Bumblebee.
In-between being Sam's other guardian; Cliffjumper is training Sam to use various weapons. Both Cliffjumper and Ironhide were even adapting a few guns for Sam's use. Optimus could only prey to Primus that the boy would never have need of them.
But something in his spark told Optimus that he wouldn't get his wish.
oOoOoOo
G1 Universe - Ark
Explosions rocked the corridor as another plasma bomb went off. Jazz cursed as he dove into another corridor as yet another bomb went off after the first. Concussion blasts ripped through the space Jazz had been as the Saboteur hauled aft down yet another corridor. The black and white mech raced down to med bay, shooting anything that moved. Not far off, the TiC could here screams and curses as both Autobots and Decepticons fought to keep their last stronghold.
The enemy had come from out of nowhere. Howling made and deranged, the enemy looked like several hundred species of beings the Cybertronians had met, had been melted together into on ugly pile of the unholy union of organic and inorganic matter. One or two of them seemed to be based off of the Quintessions. Yick.
Jazz zipped into the remnants of med bay and barrelled into the backs of two enemy warriors with a battle cry and drawn weapons. He was soon joined by the other black and white mech who had been until that moment cornered. The fight was quick and brutal; both mechs had gained a few more tears in their armour, energon slipping out in drops to make tiny rivers down armour plates.
"Thanks Jazz."
"No problem, Prowler. Did ya get to him in time?" Jazz glanced at the Autobot SiC in a quick assessment for damages.
Prowl quirked a small smile as he opened up his chest plate amour slightly. There curled up was the golden protoform of Spike Witwicky. Prowl quickly closed his up his armour, "Was a near thing. Any later and these fraggers would have torn him apart." Prowl gave the alien corpse a swift kick.
Jazz nodded, optics glaring out the med bay doors toward the current front line. "We need ta go. Mirage is waiting fer us at the extraction point."
"Extraction point?"
"Ya. The Two gave 'rag and I orders to haul aft and get you and Spike here to safety. Soundwave will join us when he can."
"That is not logical!" Prowl growled unimpressed, "Why did Optimus Prime and Megatron order my withdrawal? Spike I can understand. The boy has been through enough being stuffed into a protoform when his human body ceased to function!"
"We're tasked with his protection and education." Jazz replied in quite solemnity.
The words caused Prowl to stop ranting. "Your joking." He replied flatly, fully knowing what those words entailed. Jazz shook his head in the negative. Venting a sigh, Prowl shouldered his gun he gave Jazz a nod to lead the way to extraction point, any arguments would prove useless from this point onward.
The two black and whites raced down the hallway and strut breaking speeds. Jazz led Prowl through the maze of corridors all the way to Wheeljack's lab. Skidding to a halt and transforming, Jazz motioned Prowl inside. With a twitch of his door wings the tactician felt movement in what was thought to be an empty lab.
Whipping his acid pellet at empty Prowl growled out, "Come out of the invisibility field or be slagged."
Mirage appeared with weary look on his faceplates, "I'll never understand how you can sense me."
Prowl gave the spy a small smile of acknowledgment before turning to Jazz, "How long will we wait for Soundwave?"
"'Nother few breems. Said he'd catch up with us if he didn't make it on time. Our only priority is getting that bundle of parts ta safety." Jazz replied from his place by the door, keeping watch.
Prowl nodded before heading to Wheeljack's personal energon dispenser. He drew energon cubes until the dispenser went dry before handing both special ops mechs a third each of the pile before sub spacing his share.
All three bot paused as a great crash sounded nearby. Something was ransacking Preceptor's lab. Jazz silently motioned Mirage and Prowl to the hidden exit located behind one table and under another. Mirage went first, after giving the all clear sign prowl went next. Jazz only followed after he turned on several of Wheeljacks more volatile inventions; those that had created the biggest booms during the inventing process. The Saboteur closed the hatch just before the great colourful explosion rocked the lab.
The explosion created a large shockwave of purplish wavy light. It tore through the escape hatch and rolled over the three running mechs and engulfed them. Whisking them away just as the explosion Jazz caused ripped through the lab, killing the small group of enemy troops that had followed the officers to the lab.
oOoOoOo
IDW "war within" Universe - Cybertron
Grimlock hustled what was left of his Dynobot team and fellow Autobots aboard a stolen space worthy vessel. There was no going back. Cybertron was lost to the race the planet had birthed. In all of his long Decavorns, Grimlock never would have thought that things would degenerate this much. First came the death of Optimus Prime. The mech hadn't been Prime for very long but he was worthy of every bit of respect Grimlock could give him. But on the plus side Optimus had managed to take out Megatron. Then the Autobot fraction had splintered when that useless shuttlebot Skyfire took command. Grimlock would have preferred Prowl, but the Enforcer had died taking down Starscream and his trine.
Still things would have been tolerable had that other mech not risen and taken comment of the Decepticons. Nemesis Prime, Commander and Chief of the Decepticon forces, answerable only to Unicron.
The Unmaker in all his glory had been fearful to behold even to such a badaft such as himself. Yet it was the transformed state of Cybertron that was truly awe inspiring. Cybertron transforming meant that Primus had woken up from his deep slumber to meet his brother in combat.
Yet, the fight didn't happen. From the dark of space, a flash of black light pierced the spark chambers of both planet gods, nearly killing both and ensuring they couldn't transform back into planet mode. Primus had ordered the remaining Cybertronians to flee and live to fight another day. There was no other choice. The option of running was more preferable to dieing here and not being able to get revenge.
Grimlock turned to look over his dieing planet once again, making a silent oath to avenge his world and god. He turned back and met the understanding gaze of his CMO. Swoop was tired and ragged looking yet nodded to his leader before turning to force Bluestreak to the small med bay. Grimlock went to the bridge, began preparations for takeoff. There was little time remaining. They had to leave. Now.
oOoOoOo
TFA Universe – Cybertron
Rodimus Prime shuddered, desperately attempting to keep in his desolate whimpers and distraught cries. He couldn't break down. Not now full knowing that if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop. Sole survivors of several rag tag groups were with him, depending on him to remain strong as they broke from their losses. Behind him, guarding the way they came was Bulkhead and Blitzwing. Sole survivors of their earth based teams, Bulkhead of the Autobots and Blitzwing of the Decepticons. One of two reasons they had survived is that they had become sparkmates during the struggle for Earth. The other reason those two had survived was huddled together for warmth and the feeling of safety with the others. Sari, techno organic femme sparkling of Megatron and carrier of the Allspark Key had been given to them for safe keeping and raising.
The space bridge built by the Decepticons of earth had been used to get the three off planet and to the relative safety of Cybertron. But their arrival had coincided with an all out assault by the unnamed enemy to all creation. Abominations of mixed organic and technology of million races and nearly impossible to kill. The enemy had swarmed the travellers in a surprise attack. Luckily Sentinel Magnus' team had been there to meet them, and get them secured. All but Jazz had died doing so. Jazz had led the three into the deepest bunkers secured by the Elite Guard. There, Alpha Trion of Cybertron's ruling council had been waiting. The ancient mech had promoted Bulkhead to Commander and Given him Elite Guard status. With that status came an armour upgrade.
The armour had been passed down through the eons to signify a CyberGuardian. Those designated by Primus to guard his shell or the Allspark in times of either war or immanent destruction. The armour flaring alite signified the armour's acceptance and Primus' blessing. Those wearing the armour was given instant respect and could be only commanded by the Prime or the Magnus. The last known CyberGuardians to grace Cybertron had been a twin giant mechs known as Defensor and Superion.
While Blitzwing had been awed by the sheer presence of his sparkmate, he thought the promotion only right. For in the quickest ceremony ever given in all the history of the Decepticons, The triple changer had been given made The Fist of Kaon. Megatron had personally given him the key to the Decepticon city ship Tripticon, who slept beneath the city of Kaon. He and Swindle were given stewardship over the Decepticons waiting for Sari came of age to lead. Until then, they where to gather what was left of the Decepticon forces and hold the line against enemy forces.
According to Blitzwing's sources, Shockwave had made it to Swindle's side and awaited them in Kaon. One of the few standing cities remaining strong. Along with Vos and Praxus, they hold a corridor open for soldiers and refugees. For the first time in over a thousand decavorns, Autobots and Decepticons fight together against a common menace.
'We just have to get there.' Rodimus thought to himself. The Prime looked over to the huddled group. Sari was nearly recharging against Jazz, while the cyber ninja tried to talk to a grieving Sunstreaker. The frontliner had lost his twin to the last ambush that had hit them. That same ambush had cost them the rest of his original team. Not far from them the femme medic tended to an armless Wheeljack.
Rodimus hopped up from his piece of debris and made his way over to the pair. "How long until he can move again Red? We can't stay here long."
Red Alert pursed her lip components as she continued repairs. "Another 2 breems, Prime. Better start praying we don't get attacked again before we reach Kaon. I don't know if any of us can survive another attack such attack."
Rodimus vented a sigh, "We can only hope and do."
oOoOoOo
Armada verse – Autobot Base, Earth
The combiner form of Grindor, High wire and Sureshock held the youngling form of Rad Witwicky tightly as they appeared in the abandoned earth base. Somehow, their human friends had been turned into Cybertronians by Megatron, probably in attempt to bolster flagging Decepticon numbers. In the end all that the transformations accomplished was the complete destruction of the Decepticon base on Cybertron as the enemy had picked up immense energy readings. Energy necessary to complete the transformation of three organics into Transformers was off any known scale. The grotesque fusion of organics and mechanisms had descended on the base HQ like a cloud of Earth locusts, devouring and killing anything in their path just as Jetfire's team had infiltrated the base in search of the kids.
The enemy had beaten them to the lab holding their human friends. Shockwave and several hundred minicons lay strewn across the floor and walls. Further into the lab was the greyed chassis of Megatron, who had been torn apart by no less than a dozen of the giant abominations to fight with the smaller ones. Two of the soldier types had already half devoured Alexis and Carlos, with a third salivating over Rad.
The team didn't have much time to choose who they could save. Didn't matter at that point as both Alexis and Carlos' protoforms suddenly greyed in death. Jetfire quickly shot the soldier over Rad as Hot Shot gave cover fire. Sureshock and the other two minibots combined quickly and took off with Rad in their arms. They ran from the lab, and out the same corridors they used to enter. Enemy forces howling in rage behind them, they raced to safety.
When Optimus saw youngling Rad, he gasped. The mechlet looked like he was sparked from Optimus. Armour the colours of gold, red, and blue. Rad looked like a mini Optimus without the face mask. The loss of his friends near siblings hit Rad hard. Several orns would pass before Red Alert declared Rad's spark and Processor stable enough to be on his own if he had to. High Wire and co vowed to never leave the youngling. Several steller cycles later the enemy found Autobot base and attacked. With a heavy spark Optimus sent Rad, four minicons and Jetfire through the space bridge to earth, hoping they would be safe there.
Only time would tell.
oOoOoOo
Movie verse: NEST Base, Earth.
Optimus' systems purred in delight as he stood in the sun on another fine day. There was no peep out of the cons. The sun was shining brilliantly on this fine cloudless day. Ironhide was humming to himself as he polished his cannons. There was no Galloway due until next month. The twins where on patrol in Tranquility. Sam and Cliffjumper are in route to tranquility base and would be orbital jumped to NEST base within a few breems. Sideswipe was in the shooting range. Why even the circle of purplish light looked nice glimmering in the sun!
Optimus had his blaster in hand before the thought even left his CPU. He began to scan the strange energy with his scanners. Behind him, Ironhide began to curse. Dropping polishing rags to the floor, The black weapons specialist left up, cannons at the ready just off to the side of his Prime as the power flared and eclipsed the sun in brilliance. Just as quickly as it appeared, the energy dissipated leaving behind a pile of groaning mechs. Both prime and Ironhide started, wide optic as the pile of mechs moved and complained.
"Damnit Jazz. Just what did you do!" The black and white mech at the bottom of the pile groaned out.
"Aw Prowler! I don't know what 'Jack's got in his lab! Did the job didn't it?" The mech with the opposite black and white paint job chirped out cheerfully from on top of the pile.
"Must have been something highly volatile considering the size of the blast radius." Mused the blue mech in the middle of the pile.
"My name is Prowl! Would you two kindly get off of me? I need to check on Spike and your crushing my wing panels." Prowl growled out, trying to wiggle from underneath the other two.
Ironhide gapped at the trio, "What in the pit?"
Quicker than either Ironhide or Optimus could follow, Jazz and Mirage took combat ready stances in front of Prowl. Plasma weapons pointed at the larger mechs. Prowl stood ready behind the special ops mechs, one arm across his chassis the other holding his acid shot at the others.
Both sides gapped at each other as they got a good first look at their opponents.
TBC
