Spark of a Predacon
Chapter 1:
Enter the Dragons
The first thing she became aware of was that she was floating in some sort of warm, cushion like liquid. She realised she was curled up. She was encased in walls, walls that were almost unbreakable. So she slept, and when she slept, she dreamed. Dreams that were strange, she often saw herself flying in the sky, hunting, and killing her prey. She even heard herself roaring with every successful kill. But when she sometimes woke from her rest, the memories eluded her grasp. She sensed she was safe inside this cocoon and that there was nothing to fear.
Then, she heard a voice, a voice that sounded… alien. It talked to her, she tried to talk to it with her thoughts, tried to make a sound, but it didn't seem to heed her or bubbles often escaped her maw. It spoke in a voice unlike anything she had heard before. It told her to call it 'The Creator'.
She listened to it, it told her to obey. If she obeyed, she would be rewarded with food unlike anything she had ever tasted. The Creator spoke of a future that would result in her freedom, free to fly where she wished, to eat wherever she wanted. She liked that idea, and she listened to it carefully.
As long as the Creator talked, she told herself that she would obey. She would obey for as long as she lived, as long as her spark burned inside her, just like the fire that flowed in her chassis.
She didn't know how long she slept and listened to the Creator, but she sensed that she would soon leave this peaceful slumber. She felt she would soon be needed.
And needed she was.
She was suddenly jolted by a current. It didn't hurt, but it definitely caused her to stir. The shock came again, stronger this time. She twitched a talon, something that she had not been aware of before. Another jolt. Her tail flickered. Another came, and she felt her optics slowly open. Light came in, but it was all the colour of green, blurry and bubbly. She saw a tall two-legged purple figure with only one optic and a strange looking arm.
The cushion liquid that had kept her safe for so long began to drain. The colours became more sharper and she blinked. She realised she could move and she twitched her tail in anticipation. A surge of power flowed through her front legs and she found herself pressing her talons against the container that had kept her in for so long.
Nothing happened.
She pressed again, but with a lot more force.
When nothing happened again, frustration pulsed through her chest. She would not be contained any longer! She hissed, smoke escaping from her maw and she threw her chassis at the invisible wall. Cracks spiderwebbed and she realised what she had to do.
She whipped her tail and threw herself even harder against it. More cracks appeared. The figure stood unmoved, watching stoically. She growled and gathered her strength. She lunged forward and the invisible wall shattered to pieces, the remaining liquid that coated her frame dripped into puddles on the floor.
She was free!
She slammed a clawed forepaw on the metal floor and slithered out, snaking her head in all directions. She found herself stretching catlike. Her tail straightened out for the first time in a very long time. It felt like she hadn't seen the world since she first realised she was alive. Her olfactory sensors quivered as she tested the air and she tensed her muscle cables. She and the figure were not alone. She turned her head to her left and hissed softly.
There was another.
It was larger than her to the point where its neck allowed it to tower over her, and its head was covered in rows of sharp spikes, almost like a crown. Its jaws were encased in four mandibles, two on the top and two on the bottom. Its armour was jet black, orange, and silver and its optics were a deep gold. Its tail was very long and it ended in a pair of serrated claws that seemed to snap without a second thought.
The creature swivelled its head to look at her. It too was opening and closing its nostrils and she realised it had picked up her scent. It tilted its head when its saw her and she immediately sensed that it was a male. From the way he carried his posture; back straight, neck arched, mandibles clicking, tail and hackles raised. He was showing his dominance.
She lowered her head submissively, feeling that she should allow him to exert his power.
He walked over, his neck bending forward and he sniffed her neck, chest, and faceplates. She stood still, shivering as he took her in. Once he was finished, he pulled back and growled softly. It was not a threat. She growled back, but she lowered her voice to a softer response. She knew what he was saying and she knew what she was saying back.
Hello.
The purple figure finally stepped forward and pressed a servo to each of their chests and she found herself purring with delight. She suddenly realised who he was: The Creator.
He spoke in a language she did not understand, but she realised that he wanted her and her companion to follow. A colourful light suddenly appeared behind him and she looked up at her new friend. He angled his head in response. They had to obey the Creator, for he had promised them rewards of greatness.
The Creator stepped towards the swirling vortex and the large male followed after him. She was right behind him, excitement coursed through her legs and she could not help but let her tail show it. The male looked back at her with a quizzical expression and she knew he was asking her something: what was she doing?
She did the movement again and he immediately understood, but he gave low growl and rattled his armour. She understood what she meant: there is no time for playing. She lowered herself to a submissive pose; belly low to the ground, neck exposed, tail flat on the ground. He snorted and kept walking after the Creator and she followed after him.
They stepped into the vortex and into a whole new world.
"You have been busy, Shockwave."
The Decepticon lord – Megatron – looked up and down at the two creatures that stood behind the scientist. He had never seen anything like them before. One appeared to be larger and far more aggressive than his smaller, swifter companion. The small blue one was standing closer to the larger male, wide golden optics sweeping over its strange new environment and its tail twitched with nervousness. The male even growled at anything that got too close to the both of them, but he did not leer at Shockwave.
"Indeed I have, my lord," Shockwave replied, nodding at the two beasts behind him.
"What in the Allspark are they?!" demanded Starscream as he pointed a digit at them.
"They are the first of many," Shockwave answered as he ordered the small blue creature to lower its head and he pressed a hand to its forehead. "They were extinct long before we learned how to understand and process. Legends told they hunted our kind to near extinction. They are Predacons."
A smirk crossed Megatron's scarred lips. "So you cloned these creatures?" he asked.
Shockwave continued petting the creature's forehead and it purred softly. "Yes," he said. "I discovered fossils of the creatures and grew them in test tubes in my lab. They are the first generation of clones."
"If the legends are true," Megatron mused as he continued to stare at the Predacon pair, "then their sensors are far more acute than ours."
"A drop of energon is more than enough for the both of them to track," Shockwave answered. Megatron grinned again and he made a gesture to a nearby trooper. The Vehicon came forward with a small canister filled with a bright blue liquid. Energon. He handed it to Shockwave and he examined it carefully. It was energon spilled from the escaped Wheeljack. That was more than enough. He turned and presented it to the two Predacons.
The male leaned his head forward and the female copied his movement. The male seemed to glare at the canister and he sniffed it deeply, allowing the scent to flow through his sensors. The female did the same, but when she was finished examining it, she pulled her lips back and growled fiercely.
The male threw his head and roared to the heavens. She understood what he meant and she felt the urge to soar. She let her shoulders stretch and shape into massive batlike wings. Because the male was larger, his wings dwarfed her small frame and she wished she was bigger, but she would not complain to the Creator. He wouldn't understand anyway.
The male flapped his impressive wings and he took flight, heading east. She had to flap twice to get airborne, but at long last the rush of air pushed her off the ground. She found herself tilting a little, but she adjusted her angle with her tail and she followed after her companion and the scent that their masters wanted them to track.
And to kill.
Long years of being asleep and dreaming of flight had led to this moment.
She was finally free.
The time has come for a brand new Transformers story with the completion of Guardian Angel. There have probably been a few stories with Predaking not being the only Predacon added to the story, but I took some inspiration from Not Alone by Crystal Rosewing and I must say her story is really good!
It's been a very long time since I wrote a story that actually involved by very own original character, but I will do my best to not make her a Mary Sue. I hope she will appeal to you as the story progresses.
Please enjoy!