AN: Hey, it's Primordial Soul with the first chapter of Sterling Silver!
School hasn't been too bad. Then again, it is the beginning of the year. Thought that I would work on my stories when I had a chance.
I know I said that I would update Blessed By Victory, but this idea was just growing in the back of my head. I just wanted it to get it out on the web and see what people think. Also, BLV just doesn't have the appeal it used to have for me. All of my other stories are my own creations while BLV is basically the Pokemon anime with an additional character changing things up a bit. I don't know what story I'll work on next, but I will work on one.
This story was originally a Mass Effect/Transformers story called Primal Valkyrie. However, it grew way too complex and convoluted for me. Therefore, I decided to reduce it down to just a Transformers story with a similar plot. This is the new version.
This will be Sideswipe/OC/Sunstreaker. This is pre Revenge of the Fallen.
This chapter was really hard to write considering the situation going on, with the narrator having no body and no memories. I tried my best. The rest of this story will be in third person though.
I hope you enjoy this!
DISCALIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING THAT APPEARS IN THIS STORY!
Unknown POV
A light shined in the distance, illuminating the pitch blank darkness that had surrounded me for as long as I could remember. The difference in my surroundings woke me from the pure pain that was oscillated based on my mental state. I had no body, had no true perception of reality, had no idea who I was, what I was. All I knew was the pain and the darkness... and the voice. The small insidious voice that whispered in my broken mind, telling me just to stop fighting, to submit. If I did, it said, the pain would stop forever.
The reasons for my refusal have long been lost to me, as was everything in my deteriorated mental state. All I knew is sometime long ago, I had a reason to fight. And that gave the strength to fight the voice for all this time.
The light came closer to me, it's rays warming me if even I was just a specter. It protruded... comfort. "What is comfort? Where did that word come from?" I ask myself. I must of known what it was before this.
"I have finally found you, after billions of years." A voice rang out, bringing me to my highest state of awareness. I've never heard a sound other than the voice for so long.
"I have finally freed you from the lies he crafted. I have my last defense, the guardian of our kind. I have my one of my children back."
"I have you back."
The new voice was just as soft as the old one, but it was more... well, helpful. It actually seemed to care about me rather than the voice telling me to desist from my futile struggling.
"Do you really think that this will save you?"
I shuddered and redoubled my efforts against my torture. The Voice came again, its whispers trying once again to break me, to give in to him. I will not fail. I will not desist. I was more than that! "Darkness is coming. The extinction of all is at hand."
Great. The new voice is down and dreary and serious. I don't need an extinction threat piled on top of me as well.
"Without you, still trapped by the forces of darkness, All shall perish for sure. With you free, the galaxy will survive against the Unmaker's plan."
I was shocked at the arrival's words. Was this the reason I spent my existence in constant torture? That I was the key piece in order to stop this Unmaker? That if I gave in, all life would die? Was this the reason that the Voice told me to give in.
"Indeed. You are his bane, the last one with the knowledge and skill to stop my master. If you escape me. No one has escaped the Liege Maximo"
Knowledge filled my being, startling me. I never regained anything of my past before. Why now? Was something triggered by the name of the evil being currently incarcerating me? Torturing me?
"Come, my daughter, return to me. Return to the world that is your true home. Return to the species that brought you to life. Return to the role you were always meant to have."
"'Till All are One."
A force began to pull on my essence. I panicked and dug my soul, my spark of life, firmly into my surroundings. The force lessened and beckoned itself to me. It was kind of it.
Wait, what was kind? I didn't know what that meant. All I knew is that I finally had another option to the perpetual torture I have been constantly exposed to and I felt safe while in its presence. And I was the arrival's daughter. Whatever that meant.
The pain doubled, causing me to shudder. The Voice obviously didn't want to me to leave. Even if it wasn't talking, I knew that it was scared. That I was finally found and on my way to freedom.
I decided then and there. I let my spark go and flung myself at the arrival's light. I felt tendrils envelop my essence and I relaxed for the first time I could remember. I was free.
"NO!" the Voice cried. Before I could react, a mental dagger thrust itself into me. I screamed as the pain ripped through me. And the voice roared along with me. As blackness overtook me, I could recall the arrival throwing power towards the Voice. And I recall myself smiling as my torturer died.
(At the same time)
Out in the deep darkness of space, on a long forgotten planet in a long forgotten sector of space, laid the most intricate fortress made my any living being. It boasted the greatest defenses any one could make. No one had found the base in many years.
At the heart of the base was a giant vault, built to protect its contents. Inside the vault rested a massive techno-organic being. It was a mass of vines and metal, reaching all corners of its sanctum. At the heart of the being rested a grotesque face never to have been exposed to the sunlight.
Along with the plant being rested a great contraption connected to the being. Inside it rested a small blue orb, around the size of a pea. It faintly pulsed and sparked as it tried to free itself from its confinements. Yet it never had in its time in the machine.
As the being pondered millenia old questions and plotted nefarious plans for its master, the orb began to violently spark and grow back to it's original size. The being's face morphed to shock as it tried to prevent its escape. If the spark escaped, all of his plans, the Unmaker's plans, would be in jeopardy.
After seconds of vain less fighting, the being knew that the spark would escape along with its rescuer. With a cry of NO!, the being created a feedback loop into the spark, trying to destroy it. And that proved to be a fatal mistake.
As the spark violently shook, a roar could faintly be heard. Lightning began to course into the scared being, frying the being inside out.
And as the Liege Maximo perished, all it could think is that its prisoner had been rescued by goddamned Primus.
I slowly gained consciousness after I was attacked. As I spent a few seconds gathering my wits, I realized that I actually had a corporeal form. Granted, it was a blue, sparking sphere, but at least I had something to call my body.
"You're awake, sweetspark. I'm glad for that"
I looked around and gasped. The arrival was a much bigger gold sphere that looked oddly weak considering the power it had displayed to free me.
"What are you? What am I? Who am I? It sounded like you knew me when you freed me." I asked rapidly. I was finally freed from my imprisonment, and my rescuer knew who I was. No way was I letting this chance to finally learn who I am get past me.
The giant sphere faded slightly, as if it was sad, whatever that was. "My name is Primus. I indeed know who and what you are. You are a Cybertronian, one of the many beings I created. But I cannot tell you who you are"
I frowned, if you could do that as a blue sphere. I was not happy when Primus said he wouldn't tell me who I was. But I at least knew I was Cybertronian, a member of a race of colored spheres.
"Why won't you tell me who I am?" I asked impatiently.
Primus sighed and replied, "The attack from Liege Maximo damaged your spark. Currently, you are unable to recall your past. Possibly some of your knowledge too. I cannot do anything at my current power level."
I frowned again as I went over what he said and asked, "You said currently. How can I fix my amensia?"
"I will not be easy or short. You must realize that it could take a very long time to regain your memory."
"I understand."
"Very well. Your memory circuits are damaged severely, but they are able to be fixed by external stimuli. When stimulated by the correct thing, your self repair will kick in and your memories will return. Alas, I do not know what will stimulate the correct pathway in your processor. It must be something that reaches to your spark, something incredibly important to you."
Damn it. I have to hunt something down that will allow me to regain my memories and I don't know what the hell that is.
"Any chance is better than none." I reply honestly. I'd rather have a ghost of a chance rather than none at all. It would be a welcome change to the endless torture I had just escaped from.
"Sir, why did you free me? It seemed there was more than just sentiment behind my rescue."
"You are correct, although sentiment was a factor in it. You are a very special being, the only one who can stop your late torturer's master. Countless battles and decisions lie in front of you. You will have to do the things no one else will in order to stop him."
I smile at his words as my spark leaped for the thought of battle. I've spent far too long at the mercy of this Unmaker. Time for some much wanted revenge.
"You don't even need to ask, Primus. I'll do it."
"It pains me to say this, sweetspark, but thank you. You won't have to do this alone. You'll will find friends, family, and even love in your quest for revenge. Just remember, do what must be done. I will not be able to talk to you again until you regain your memories. I am too weak to talk like this."
Love? I had no clue what that was. I must of never felt that before. It sounds nice though. I think that I would like to obtain that while getting revenge of this Unmaker.
"Before I send you off, I can give you some gifts. Knowledge and a body"
My body suddenly morphed and changed, causing me to gasp out in surprise. When I came to, I found my self as a silver robotic humanoid. I twisted and flexed my joints testing out my new body. It fit me like a glove.
"This is your protoform, which you learn about when you enter the real world. This is your body without any armor or weapons attached. You will equip yourself later."
I smile at Primus's generosity, absolutely loving the fact that I can physically feel my expressions. Primus, it's so exciting to be able to physically move yourself.
"Thank you, Primus."
"You're welcome, sweetspark. It's time we depart."
My body began to disappear, obviously heading to the real world. With a quick realization, I cry out, "What's my name?"
As I vanish, I can barely hear Primus answer, "You called yourself Sterling."
My optics slowly opened to find myself surrounded by a metal cocoon moving rapidly. I glance around at my surrounding using my sensors.
I could feel all of the basic knowledge Primus implanted in me that every Cybertronian knew. I knew recent history, time, the importance of alternate modes, sensors, and much more that would help me connect with others of my kind and survive.
My optics began to drip fluid as I found our home world barren, destroyed by war and left forgotten by the Cybertronians left alive, all fighting each other over the source of our reproduction. After finally being able to be a part of my world, it depresses me to find the place of my birth ruined by battle.
A slight shift in the momentum of my pod alerted me to an exterior force. I used my sensors to detect that I was headed towards a planet. I quickly gathered that it was covered by organic life and hosted one civilized species. It's conditions, despite its inclination towards organics, were perfectly suitable towards Cybertronians.
My processors began to whirl with what I had to do. First and foremost, I had to get an alternate form, a good one, in order to blend in with the population. I did not what to be hunted down by organics. I then had to find others of my kind and learn more about them. There were two sides to this war, and I had to find which one supported the Unmaker so I could join the other one.
I smiled as my pod entered the atmosphere. Time to get my life back and get some revenge.
On the surface of the planet called Earth, humans began running to their stations as an alarm began blaring. They wasted little time in running scans and contacting superiors; this was very important to NEST forces.
General Morshower and Major William Lennox walked into the room, both focused on the incoming unknown NBE. Behind them rolled in a giant Peterbilt truck.
"What's the situation?" Lennox asked.
"Sir, we have one un-identified NBE entering our atmosphere. It somehow managed to hid itself while still in deep space. We only found it because of the heat our atmosphere created." A analyst nearby responded.
"Do we know what faction it is on?" Morshower asked. He would not be happy if another Decepticon entered the fight on Earth.
"That's another strange thing. It is broadcasting no affiliation signals whatsoever." the analyst said.
Both Lennox and Morshower turned to the truck behind them, waiting for his input. They didn't wait long.
"In the war for Cybetron, not all of us chose a side. Some Cybertronians chose to be neutral to the conflict. At least until Neutrals had to side with a faction to survive." Optimus Prime said.
"You think this is a neutral that ran instead of chose a faction" Lennox asked.
"Indeed. Either way, we must find the pod's occupant before the Decepticons due. This neutral will bolster the side that it will end up choosing."
Morshower nodded, "All right. I want NEST Troops in the air in fifteen. I want Jolt, Ironhide, and the Arcee units with them. The Decepticons will also track this pod down, and I want to be ready.
Where is the pod landing?"
"Somewhere in Switzerland sir." the analyst replied.
"Get our birds in the air. I want this neutral found." Morshower ordered.
Everyone saluted and prepared for the spontaneous mission that had just been given to them. This was the first contact since the hunt in Rio and they didn't want to mess it up.
Far away, Starscream scowled as he read the reports of an incoming neutral. The Decepticons were hard hit after the events in Mission City with the loss of Megatron. With this neutral in play, he might be able to get it on his side and bolster the ranks with one more possibly competent member.
"Decepticons, prepare for battle. I want this neutral. Don't let the Autobots obtain it." he ordered to his forces.
He will show them all that they should not mess with the almighty Starscream.
AN: I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Sterling Silver!
Wow, that chapter was hard. At least they will be easier to write since I don't have to worry about writing a bodiless amnesiac in first person.
I'll write when I can. However, this will not be top priority as Ace comes first. I just wanted to start this plot bunny and see what you guys think. Please review and respond.
I think that's it. See you later!
Primordial Soul