Originally, I wasn't even sure if this was going to be continued. Now, though? Now it's mutated to the point that it's not even recognizable as wat it was originally supposed to be. The actual first chapter ought to be posted soon enough - I've finished a little more than four/fifths of it, and I'm planning on finishing writing it tonight. So, it really just depends on whether or not I decide to seek out a beta reader for this (which I'm seriously considering) and how long it takes them, should I decide to.
Most of the characters don't show up in this prologue (and the ones that do are unnamed.) Acutually, most of them won't show up for a couple of chapters - and be forewarned - the list of characters is likely to grow. I've written the basic plot of what's going to happen for the first six chapters, but past that... Well, more characters are likely to show up. This list is just those who I'm currently planning on having in the first six chapters.
Title: On The Mend (01/??)
Characters: Perceptor, Springer, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Jazz, Prowl, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Twin Twist, Topspin, Broadside, Sandstorm, Optimus Prime
Summary: No society is perfect, and fool's gold is meant for the fools who can't tell the difference. Not for those who can.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. I am, however, playing around with the society they live in.
The first thing he realized was that it was loud. There was the deep boom of arguing mechs and the high-pitched screech of someone crying. But it was so far away – he was alone. Well, no, not alone – the Others were just over there, he could see them easily through his normal eyes, but they weren't right next to him, touching him. They should have been – he wanted them to be. But they weren't, so he needed to get them over here. How to get their attention, though? The Others were so focused on each other that only being louder than them would make them pay attention to him. Except for one, who was quiet, as though without the right to speak, but still didn't even glance in his direction.
He tries to be loud, but he's not good at it. So they don't notice and by the time one of them turns back to him, as though suddenly remembering the fact that he existed, he's terribly tired. Not asleep, because he should have a designation by now – needed one before resting. That was the first thing the ones like him were told, or so the Quiet Other told him as he was carried from the First Place to the Second Place. But his creators didn't want him, said something was wrong with him and that they refused to name a glitch. The Quiet Other said he'd have to find his own designation. When the Quiet Other placed him on the floor in the Second Place and left, he was unsure what to do. He looked around and settled his optics on the only other person in the room. Not one of the Others, but one like him – small and dazed and lost.
A soft chirp filled the air, sounding so lonely as it hung hesitatingly in the air. The Similar Other snapped bright-blue optics towards him. Another sound filtered unerringly from his voice module, more like a buzz than the previous chirp – a call in the odd form of communication that wasn't quite a language. As though unsure, the Similar Other edged closer to him, showing a paint scheme predominately green. The Similar gave a short whistle, as though begging him to answer a question, and halted his progress forward. He gave another buzz-call, sounding and feeling hopeful that the Similar would come closer – he wasn't quite able to work out how to move forward yet.
And then the Similar Other was there, moving forward in one huge leap. He gave a startled cry, the garbled sounds echoing loudly in the room. But the Similar didn't do anything else like that, just scooted closer and chirred, pleadingly. How long, he wondered, had the other been here? And then – did the other have a designation, unlike him? He didn't think so – if the Similar had a designation, he would already know it – stating ones designation was the customary greeting.
The small, red sparkling leaned comfortingly into the slightly bigger, green sparkling. Two of a kind, forming a bond, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, despite each having extremely violent core programming. Though none knew it, it was but a sign to come.