Prompt: The first moment
Chapter summary: Megatron's first experiences after being onlined as a miner in a construction facility
The First Moment
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All his sensors came online at once, bombarding him with a maelstrom of unfamiliar data. Light, sounds, smells and sensations all came together in a blinding cacophony that his newly booted processor could barely handle. It left him reeling and disoriented, and something inside his chest plates stuttered and clenched in an emotion he could not yet define.
"Hey, you!"
A subroutine activated, labeling the sound as speech directed at him. His adjusting optics made out several mechanisms hurrying to and fro around him, their footsteps adding to the clanging and pounding noises that filled the air. But how could he determine which one had spoken?
A strong electromagnetic energy pressed against his sensors – field, he recognized on instinct, and that field was howling with negative algorithms. Anger, his struggling lingo files supplied.
"Move, you klutz!" someone snapped into his audio receptor. A hard impact on his backside sent him stumbling down a small ramp with his equilibrium sensors spinning. For a moment he flailed about helplessly, but by some small miracle he managed to stay on his feet.
A quick glance about revealed that he was now standing in front of a wide passage way exiting the great… room? hall?... he had just come from. A mechanism standing on the left side of the entrance pressed a tool into his hands, a kind of stick with an inlaid control panel on one end. To his right, a second mech stepped forward and grabbed his arm.
He cried out in shock as white-hot pain shot through his arm. He jerked back reflexively, his HUD exploding into red warning messages.
"Follow the passage to the next hall," the mech to his left droned listlessly. "You will receive further instruction there."
Flight instinct had him stagger forward into the dimly-lit hallway, vents cycling hard to dispel the sudden heat from his frame. A dull, throbbing sensation consumed his arm, and he glanced down to make out the cause of the agony.
There was a line of glyphs, burned right into his alloys and still smoking a little. The signs were small, but clearly visible. He tilted his arm to have a better look.
…D-…1…6…
"Hey. New miner?"
He yanked his head up. At the juncture before him stood a bulky construction model, thickly armored and with a protective mask covering their faceplates. They did not wait for an answer, just beckoned him with one hand.
"Come on, then. We have work to do."
A miner…?
He pondered the tool in his hand. Was that why he was here? Was that his purpose, his function?
His data sets were incomplete, he realized. Extensive information gathering would be in order before he could reach a definite conclusion.
For now, though, he grabbed the tool tight, walked up to the other mech to look him into the optics, and spoke his first words.
"Let us begin."
*Fin*
Word count: 481
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