Transformers

Annihilation

01

Clandestine (Secret) 01: Sparkling

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers in any way shape or form and this all belongs to Hasbro, Paramount and any other affliated parties

Author's Note: Been a while since I've done a fanfiction so I decided to do a new Transformers one. This is a complete Rewrite from my other fanfic called Delphian but the major difference is that the story has been fully planned out so I know where it's going and I don't have to worry about running out of ideas either. If you want to read the original feel free but it's got glaring flaws in it so don't get your hopes up to much.

Anyway, just a quick pointer, this is based more off the original 1986 movie with just a bit of the new movies thrown in for good mesaure but not overly much. Therefore the Autobots arrived on the earth prior to 2005 just so you all know.

Right, going to let you read now. Please leave comments, subscribe or just favourite it in your menu bar I don't mind and enjoy.

(possibly looking for a Beta as well as I haven't got one, interested? Just message me)

01

Victory tasted sweet, Megatron had to reflect as he watched his men brutally beat the last few standing Autobots to the ground and let a twisted smile cross his features. The civil war had gone on for far too long and now after the many millions of centuries he had done it. He had broken the Autobots lines, brought down their obnoxious leader and in the process had taken their second home from them. The squishy things that used to inhabit this place had proved to be nothing more than a momentary nuisance, one lot resorting to using their nuclear weapons and wiping out half of the world's population in the process of trying to get rid of them. He had to chuckle, humans really were the most pathetic things in existence; they made the old Starscream look sensible. Though granted a piece of floating rock that crashed haphazardly into an uninhabited planet made that old fool look sensible in comparison.

Still that was old news, useless pieces of the past that were just as worthless as they had been then as they were now. Turning his optics away from the rather amusing display of defiance coming from the half wrecked Ironhide, Megatron turned his glaring red eyes upon Optimus Prime's body that lay at his feet, still whole for the most part but no longer in possession of his helmet and faceplate. It was an odd sensation to think that the last of the Primes was now lying at his feet, dead and cold with no power left to sustain him. In some ways he felt a little sorry for the other, they had been enemies for so long now and the battle was over, just by a chance strike.

Nothing grand, nothing to brag about and nothing to be hailed in the future as the greatest moment of praise timing or whatever it would be called. It had been a lucky break that he had exploited.

In actuality he felt quite cheated.

Shaking his head, he chuckled before leaning down, "How does it feel Prime?" he asked quietly, so no one would hear him if they were listening of course, "To know that you were defeated because you let your guard down for a mere second? I'm sure that I'll find plenty of ways to torment your men, your women but do not even think for a second that I am going to allow your sparklings to live. They are a curse to me and must be destroyed"

For a second he thought he saw a slight spark of life run through the others chest but shrugged it off, knowing that the Cybertronian bodies took a while to fully discharge all the power in them and presuming that it was just something like that. "I'm never going to be like you," he snarled, "I won't give any of them a chance to survive. Weep for them all you want in the Matrix, they shall never reach it I assure you"

Turning away from the body, Megatron made his way out of the conference room in the grand building of Autocity which had been designated as a safe and secure location for the world's authorities to meet with the Autobots. Now it was a tomb for the once great Optimus Prime and would become a prison for the confounded survivors. It was deviously evil and harsh but Megatron was of the opinion that he might as well use the structure for something useful.

It saved him from having to build the damn thing at least.

Plus he had other plans for the Construticons so it would work out all in his favour. Now to issue the orders for the destruction of the Autobot sparklings and then rub the Autobots noses in it to break their programming or maybe he could let their new found ally play around with them. He paused for a second, mentally weighing up the options before discrediting the latter because there was no point in celebrating Victory by ones self whilst someone else got to break the prisoners. No he would do it, let the Singularity play with his twisted toys for a little longer.

If any proved to be too stubborn then it could play with the Autobots, otherwise he that fun was exclusively for him and his men.

"And just so you don't worry yourselves," Megatron couldn't quite hide the satisfaction in his tone as he spoke, "The sparklings that you all so lovingly provided for are to be destroyed with immediate affect."

There was a harrowing silence from the Autobot prisoners, one that so fulfilling and amazing that Megatron found himself recording the moment for prosperity sake to replay over and over again.

"You pit-spawn son of a micro-glitch!" came a shout from the ranks though Megatron didn't even pay attention as to who it was as he turned away with an evil chuckle that was directed at no one in particular. As he walked away, he signalled his men to chain and lock the Autobots away until the nuclear bombs had finished going off and the resulting radiation had faded back to a safe parameter to work in.

His red optics fell upon the form of Soundwave, one of his most loyal followers from the very beginning who was standing mutely at the end of the corridor. As usual there were no emotions from the strange mech, his inability to express them was never an issue with Megatron but he did sometimes wonder what went on inside that mech's head. Not that it really mattered of course; it was just simple curiosity was all.

"Soundwave," he greeted, "Are all preparations ready?"

The blue mech only nodded in response, the visor glowing only slightly as he watched the leader he had respected for all of these millennia. Yes he knew that the other was an insane, megalomaniac who was two screws short of a shelf and he always knew that the silver mech before him was able to crush an opponent with his bare hands and hardly bat an optic at such a thing.

But he had never thought that the other was so evil as to destroy Sparklings.

Hatchlings he could understand, they were artificial creations that were pre-programmed with their personalities and capabilities. They were made in batches, given only basic names that meant nothing to anyone and generally had the life expectancy of any reasonably well equipped cannon fodder that suddenly discovered they had been playing with make believe guns through their whole training.

But destroying young sparklings? That was beyond any evil he had committed before and Soundwave had no way of wording his feelings without sounding like some traitor to the cause. Yes they were victorious over the Autobots after so many long years and yes they were destroying the planet and the organic creature's that littered its surface but that was all part of war. It was conquering and pillaging. They were meant to enslave the sparklings, torture them into a new generation of Decepticons and boost their numbers that way; not kill them off in cold blooded revenge!

It just did not compute in the communications officers CPU and thankfully it appeared that Ravage was in agreement with him on this particular clause.

"Good," said Megatron, completely unaware of what was going on inside the others CPU at the moment, "Make sure that you broadcast the screams as well…it'll do justice for breaking those stupid fools who believe that they will be able to stand up against the likes of us."

"As you command Megatron," was the steadfast, monotone reply that hadn't changed no matter what upgrades had been performed on the communications officer, before he turned and disappeared around the corner with Ravage in close tow.

Shaking his head, Megatron made his way across the complex and smiled to himself. He was final victorious. Prime was as good as gone and the Autobots were so pathetic that they had crumbled under them as if there were nothing more than ants. Of course the upgrades that had been performed on all of the Decepticons had helped out a fair old bit as well; the leader couldn't fault that aspect. Still he wondered vaguely as to what that traitorous Starscream would think of their victory now?

Actually Starscream was about as traitorous as a three eyed fish at the moment, ever since his personality chip had been 'accidentally' reprogrammed by the Singularity. He still had the same old pompous attitude that he always possessed, just he didn't try to constantly take over the Decepticon army now.

Something which the age old leader was missing somewhat.

He chuckled and shook his head, erasing the thoughts from his memory banks and heading out to survey his new prize. Now all they had to do was go back to Cybertron and the victory would be complete. Of course that would require energon and since this planet had plenty of unused resources that the squish organic life form's had no real clue about it made sense to purge this world of everything.

Of course it was the Autobots who would be doing the work, not his men, but it seemed pretty silly not to advance their skills forward. After all they had built this magnificent city so they were good at working.

He smiled, looking out over the world and trying to decide how best to celebrate his victory once the sparklings were dead. There were so many options.

"Pod 5 Destroyed," came a computerised voice from the bowls of the reactors which had originally been implemented to provide a renewable power source for the Autobots before all of this madness.

There was a cheer from the Constructicons and a few other Decepticon's who had gathered to help load the sparklings into the pods for destruction as per instructed by Soundwave. They were enjoying this, actually revelling in the fact that they were killing off innocent sparklings barely able to understand what was going on. It made Soundwave sick to his core and it took every ounce of his virtually limitless patience and self-control to not do something crazy like blast every last one of them to hell.

He had already been forced to lock Ravage up outside the area, though it was still possible to hear the wails and screams from the feline bot on his own private wavelength. He understood her pain, it was the same that he was feeling but there was nothing that he could do right now. "Understood," he said detachedly, "Last unit to be brought out."

The Constructicon's waddled off in their determined fashion to do as they were ordered whilst Soundwave cast his red optics over the data-chip in front of him. It had come from a school register which he had dug out of the encrypted files after acquiring the information from a dead Fem. He didn't recognise her but he had apologised for this time and time again. It was spark-wrenching, hearing the desperate pleas of the sparklings as they were dragged and thrown into the pods with their comrades to face a fiery death. He had tried to cut off all emotion from the situation, tell himself that this was not his doing and it was a defining point to put on his list of 'Reasons to Reduce Megatron to a pile of dust and get away with it' but looking down the list of names and ages he found himself on the verge of breaking down.

Forty in all, each and every last one set for destruction before they could even really begin to understand what life was all about. It was sheer madness, completely cruel and enough to make him really want to strike out and rebel. But there was nothing he could do; he wasn't strong enough to take on the leader despite the fact that he had his own mini-army of his own creations.

"Hey," came a voice that he couldn't identify, "what the pit do we do with this thing?"

Turning to face the Con who had spoken, Soundwave found himself looking at something which was hard to identify. It was small, with barely formed limbs and had a serious lack of self armour even though it was out of the alpha shell. He scanned the thing, wondering if it was some form of botched hatchling that had been awoken all too soon but discovered with horror that in fact the mass blinked at him with large blue optics as he did so.

A sparkling that small and weak shouldn't have been able to survive, it was barely functioning as was and yet it was self-aware. There were others nearby, clicking and twittering in fear; trying to break out of the hold of three Con's but this little half-formed hulk barely did anything. Like it understood what was going on but was confused.

His instinct was to take the poor creature and hug it to his chassis like it was one of his cassette's, it was roughly the size of one even though from the internal data the little Sparkling was a little over four planetary cycles old. Of course that meant virtually nothing by Cybertronian standards but she, he blinked after a second scan glad that his visor masked his surprise, was so under developed that it was crazy.

"Well?" asked the same Con whom he could now identify as Brawn, a particularly thick Decepticon who had the imagination of a nano-bot at the best of times.

"Designation sparkling," Soundwave managed to keep in feelings hidden as usual, "Carry out orders as specified."

Brawn shrugged happily and tossed the small deformed mess into the Pod without a second thought before uploading the other two. They were the last to go and Soundwave almost wished that someone would step in and save them, that one of the Autobots would break ranks and go nuts with lazars flying everywhere. Anything to save the little sparkling who appeared to be virtually destroyed to begin with but he didn't know why.

The pod was slammed shut and Soundwave began to turn away, guilt over-riding his systems as he realised that his wish wasn't about to come true. There was no rescue party on the way and no one could save the sparkling.

However a mental prod from Ravage caught his attention and looking to the door where the cat was currently locked behind, Soundwave suddenly understood her reasons for going nuts. She had seen the little sparkling before hand and mistook it for one of her siblings. No one knew that fact, other than their creator of course, but it was enough to convince the large blue mech that the only thing to do was be what his designation.

Decepticon.

Brawn and the others looked up with growls as the power shut down completely, plunging Autocity into darkness. Even with their high powered external lights it was pretty hard to see anything and for a brief time they found all their communications cut off. Then a static charge, completely harmless but showy and necessary ripped through the complex, stunning some and causing panels to explode.

"What the pit is going on here?" Brawn yelled above the confusion, "Who turned out all the lights?"

There was a secondary blast of static and then the lights flickered back on, as the power began to build up and realign itself. Brawn turned to the others, highly confused and immediately grabbed Soundwave who appeared to be going through a series of files on the Chip. "What just happened?"

"Source of problem unknown," came the usual monotone from the blue mech, "Possible failed self destruct cycle or emergency power down from the automation protocols suggested reason."

Brawn looked towards the generators, "They can choose to do that?"

"If overloaded" replied Soundwave, relaying the information to a less than happy Starscream and Megatron. At least they weren't fighting which was a good thing.

"Heh whatever," said Brawn, slamming his fist against the big red button which moved the last pod into place before emptying its contents into the smouldering furnace below, "least that's done. Lets' see what old Megs wants us to do now."

Soundwave nodded in reply, "Affirmative," and began following the others. Thankfully none of the idiot Decepticon's who had been with him had noticed that the lock on the pod had mysteriously been busted open and re-closed or the fact that there had only been a replaying of screams when it was emptied.

The silent blue mech checked on the progress of Ravage who was running down the outer corridors like her life depended on it. She was making good time, keeping ahead of the returning power and not being seen by anyone.

He mentally told her to return to the Aquiline, their personal ship which housed Soundwave's bulk and his five cassettes perfectly well. He would be there as soon as possible, once he had dealt with grumpy old Megatron.

Ravage grinned as she continued running, "Just don't make him suspect anything is going on, the last thing I want to have to do tonight is make Ratbat give up one of the new toy's she's picked up."

Turning a corner, the feline kept on running, aware of the tiny fingers clutching to her armour and the soft curious gaze of the smallest of the three. They were going to get royally slagged for this if Megatron ever found out, but with a high speed advantage that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Leastways not if she had anything to say about it.