Last Survivor: Prelude
Ok, this is my first fanfic, so please go easy on me. I don't mind constructive criticism, but if anyone finds grammar or spelling errors please let me know. I suck at proof-reading my own stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Transformers. I only own my OC's and the Lost Islands of Vos.
Units of time:
Astrosecond – .273 seconds
Nanoklik – 1 second
Klik – I minute
Breem – 15 minutes
Joor – 3 hours
Solar cycle – 1 Earth day or 1 Cybertronian day (about 3 Earth days)
Meta-cycle – 5 days/solar cycles
Orn – 10 to 14 days
Groon – 1 month
Stellar/Orbital cycle – 1 year
Mega-cycle – 10 years
Vorn – 83 years
Centi-vorn – 100 vorn
Millennia – 1000 vorn/years
Seeker genders/family members:
Drake – a mech, closely resembles organic males
Draka – a mech, contains both male and female reproductive organs
Drakonae – a femme, closely resembles organic females
Creator – parent
Creation – offspring
Sire – father
Carrier – mother
Beta – third member of the parental trine
Communication:
:: comm. link ::
- Bondmates/sparkmates
~: creator/creation bond :~
: sibling bond :
Thoughts/memories/flashbacks/dreams
Seeker Cant
= Cybertronian language =
I was abruptly brought online when I was thrown off my recharge berth onto the floor. Pain shot threw my wing for landing on it wrong had stressed the wing joint. My shoulder strut and helm throbbed in time with my spark. Static raced across my vision as I righted myself with a groan of pain. I reached behind and began to rub my wing's hinges while I waited for my vision to clear. Once it did, I scanned my systems. I was unharmed, although it was the 5th joor of the night cycle. I frowned. What had brought me out of recharge?
I looked around my recharge chamber. My wings lowered in horror and disbelief. Many of my belongings had fallen to the floor as though the ship had been thrown around. Datapads were cracked, plushies were everywhere, and many (if not all) of my crystal sculptures broken. I had many most of those! Seventy-five percent of the sculptures were of Predicons, an extinct race of Cybertronians who lived in peace with my ancestors on a group of islands thousands of kliks off the coast of Vos, long before Cybertron's Golden Age. Now almost every one of those sculptors were broken.
I did not have long to laminate over them, as an explosion rocked the ship. The ship lurched and I had to fight to stay upright. My recharge chamber's door slid open and three younglings, barely out of their sparkling frames, dashed in and clung to me for dear life. They were whimpering, optics wide and wings shaking with terror. I felt their fear through the sibling bond. I flared my EM field to calm them. I now knew why I have been thrown from my berth. The royal ship was under attack.
My younger brothers were Draka, all born in the same trine. They were about 60 vorn old and the tips of their wings came up to my waist. Comet was the oldest, his armor was as black as midnight and it looked like you sprinkled it with stardust. Sting Ray was the middle one and was dark silver with a blue crest and blue stripes on the edges of his wings. Yellow Jacket, the youngest, inherited our Sire's flames. His armor was a bright, sunny yellow with black flames that licked up his limbs, wings, and chest plates.
Another explosion rocked the ship and my brothers' grip on my armor tightened. I pour love and comfort through our bond and said to them, "Come, let's find Sire." As we stood, Comet's grip tighten around my servo.
"I'm scared, 'Saber." he said in a barely audible voice.
"I know, sweetspark, I am too."
Although there was a rule about "no flying in the corridors, only in the hangers or other designated flight areas", I think an exception can be made in this case. I had the mechlings transform and fly behind me as I raced through the corridors on pede. Until grounder ship, which had elevators, Seeker ships had elevation shafts that about seven times as wide, where we could fly from level to level. The bridge was on the highest level.
When we landed on the bridge level and as I ran through corridors, movement outside one of the long windows caught my optic. I saw an entire Decepticon and they were tearing our forces apart with weapons of such power I had never heard of before.
Now Decepticons attacking Seekers is nothing new. Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, was known for terminating any and all Seeker (and triplechangers) who refused to join him. That left the Autobots with a mainly a ground-based army and at a major disadvantage. My island home had been considered myth and legend as far as the majority of Cybertron was concerned, but shortly before we left the planet a Decepticon spy infiltrated the palace and we had no idea how long he was there nor what kind of information he was feeding to Megatron. Sire had him terminated. Then he had the islands evacuated to protect us. It has taken centi-vorn for Megatron to find this ship. And he has brought (or sent) his armada to terminate us, for we were a Neutrals people.
I burst into the bridge and came upon chaos. At the edges on the vast chamber, sentries monitored the condition of the ship and the squads of Seekers in space. In the center of the chamber, my creator trine, both trines of my older brothers, the Oracle (our equivalent of a prophet/priest of Primus) and the main generals were gathered around a large holographic image of the current battle field.
My Sire was a Drake a good couple of helms taller than Optimus Prime himself. He had a red paint job with yellow and orange flames. His designation was Sunstorm. My Carrier was a Drakonae and she was a lot smaller, coming about halfway up his chestplates. She was a soft pink with mint green trim and gold highlights. Her designation was Spring Wind. My Beta was a Draka and he was a tad taller than Carrier. His paint job was silver, trimmed with royal blue. His designation was Wind Dancer. Carrier and Beta stood on either side on Sire.
I grabbed the servos of two of my brothers and walked up to where Sire was. A glint of black and gold flashed out of the corner of my vision. I turned and saw a gray, black and gold Drake named Silverbolt. My spark warmed with love and relief. He was going to become my sparkmate when I enter Primal Heat. He had already won the right to bond with me and isn't much older than I am. An impressive feat for as young as he is.
One look at the hologram and I could tell the battle was not in our favor. Our troops were getting turn into scrap. The Decepticons were dangerously close to the hangers and airlocks. The look on Sire's faceplates was grave. Apparently a lot had already been going on while I was in recharge. I nudged Sire's end of the bond. He looked at me and my younger brothers. A multitude of emotions flashed across his optics. Relief, joy, … fear? I cocked me helm to the side. This fear felt different. It was as if he was afraid for … our lives?
"Sire, what's wrong?" I asked.
He sighed. "The ship and its occupants are in danger. The situation is grave. We may have to evacuate the ship."
The overhead comm system flared to life with the voice of my twin sisters' sparkmate. "Sire, the Decepticons have breached one of the airlocks on the middles levels!"
One of the generals leaned towards Sire and spoke to him in low tones that I almost could not make out. Something about the younglings no longer safe. I looked to Silverbolt for clarification. He shrugged, but Beta's reaction was enough. He placed one of his arms over his spark chamber. He finally had successfully carried a trine of sparklings to full turn after many losses and was very protective of this one. The trine was too young to leave his chestplates for more than a few breem. Yep, I had heard right. Not good. For once, I wish I was wrong.
Sire's pale blue optics closed. His optic ridges furrowed in concentration. We all waited in silence as he made his decision.
Sire turned toward me and Silverbolt and called our designations. We stood straight, servos behind our backs, wings erect yet in a submissive position.
"Yes, sir!"
"Gather the carriers, along with the younglings and sparklings. Take them the escape pods and send them into space."
"And after the, sir?" Silverbolt asked.
Sire stopped what he was doing. "You two are to go with them."
I stood there in a bit the shock. Silverbolt left with a "yes, sir" and went to do as ordered. I looked after him and turned back to Sire. I walked up to him.
"Sire, I am needed here. Are army is being torn apart. I can fight the Decepticons just as well a-"
"Sweetspark." He said, cutting me off. He turned and knelt in front of me. I groaned mentally. I felt my anger start to fade involuntarily. Whenever he knelt in front any of his offspring and got down to their level, that act would automatically disarm any negative feelings in us. It made it hard to try to persuade him that he is wrong. It's frustrating.
"Little One, look at me."
My sapphire optics locked onto his pale blue ones. I saw sadness and … was that hopelessness? … in them. Was the situation that bad?
"I will not lie to you. You are already aware of the status of our forces. The ship will not survive this attack. There are not enough pods for all of us to escape and there is no planets nearby to land upon. Many of us will return to The Well before this solar cycle ends.
"You are the heir to the throne. When our people regroup, you will need to lead them. You can't do that if you are offline. I need you to go with your Beta and younger siblings. You will not be alone. Silverbolt will be going to and he will become your sparkmate in due time."
~: What about you and Carrier? :~
He hesitated. "I must remain here." He looked at Carrier over his shoulder strut at his bondmates. Carrier made it clear over the bond that she would remain at his side. Beta came over and licked Sire's cheek strut. Sire placed his servo on Beta's helm and, for a nanoklik, it honestly looked like Sire was going to cry. The two parted, Beta placed a servo on my wing and said, "Let's go."
I watched him usher my little brothers out the door. I turned back to my creators. Carrier was now at Sire's side. The two watched me with great sadness. They were not going to leave the ship. This was the end for them. I could only how that their termination was quick, painless, and that they offlined together.
As I fought to hold back my own tears, I left to join my Beta and younger siblings. I found them in the mechlings' quarters. They were allowed to take one item to the escape pods. After that, Beta and I began to herd all the Carriers and suckling offspring to the level containing the escape pods. Surprisingly, we met no Decepticons along the way. The same went with Silverbolt. He had a large bag, stuffed to the brim with stuff, slung over his shoulder. I recognized it as mine. What was he doing with my bag?
As bots filed into pods, Silverbolt and I keep getting updates over the comm. link about the location of the 'Cons relative to our position. I could only guess that they were after the younglings.
After everyone was in the pods and ejected into space, the commanding general sent us a comm. asking, ::What are you two still doing there?! Get into a pod and get off this thing! The Decepticons are less than a klik away from your position!::
"Wing Saber!"
I turned toward Silverbolt. He found a pod we could use. But when I got there, I noticed that the pod would only fit one of us comfortably. Surely there was another one available.
"This one's a mite small … "
"There isn't time to find another. It'll do fine. Oh, here. I, uh, stopped by your chamber and, uh, packed up some of your favorites."
I slowly took the bag from him. It touched my spark that he would do that. I looked away from him, blushing a little, and muttered my thanks.
A bang at the door startled both of us. We looked toward it and saw a large bent in it and we could hear muffled shouting. To my horror, the 'Cons began to cut through it!
I let out a startled yelp as Silverbolt pushed me into the pod and shut its door. I dropped my bag on the floor and tried to unlatch it, but it wouldn't budge. I banged my fist on the little window and cried out Silverbolt's designation. He looked at me and flicked his wings in a farewell gesture and ejected the pod.
"NO!" I screamed as strapped wrapped around my chest and pulled me into the seat. I watched out the window and my spark clenched in fear as 'Cons began to engage him. And he was losing.
Pain shot through my spark as a metal plate slid over the window. New sources of pain continued to flare as life support systems in the pod began to connect to my own systems. I had only a brief time to wonder where the pain was coming from when a cable connected to the back of my helm with a click and a message appeared in my HUD.
Stasis lock sequence initiated …
The lighting in the pod dimmed and recharge claimed me.