Deliver Us
Staring: Sari, Professor Sumdac, and Ratchet
Gun...Wheels...Armor...Sparks...Blaster!
The manta of soldiers filled the air over hundreds of worlds. On the field, in their bases, in their training camps, every bot knew these words, because if you didn't have even one of them…you could be off-lined that moment.
Gun...And Shift...Wheels...And Pull
Armor...And Roll Out...Sparks...Blaster!
The chanting was stronger in the heat of battle. Beating to their sparks and eating away at every crack in their plating. They flung into the fire from the air borne enemy transforming constantly to fire and then get out of range, telling themselves they were willing to risk their sparks to take them out. The words of officers far braver then them were what convinced them they even had the sparks to fight the Decepticons.
With the sting of the wind on my servos
With the smoke from the dents in my form
Elohim, Primus why?
Can you hear your people cry?
Help us now
This dark Cycle….
No bot knew who had it worse, the ones who were forced to fight through their damage till they could get out of the fray, if they were lucky enough to get away. Or the ones who lay in med bays waiting helpless to be bombed or offline in the time it would take to get new parts. What they all did know was that no matter where you were during this moment in the war, every spark was reaching out to Primus for a way out.
Deliver us
Hear our call
Deliver us
Lord of all
Remember us, here in this dying land
Deliver us
There's a world you promised us
Deliver us to Cybertron...
Every cycle more and more new sparks were being drafted, for some the war was all they had ever known; even their own home world had turned into a fable. Something far away, a long time ago, that they would never see with their own optics. As they and their people lay scattered across the galaxy fighting a war with no beginning or end for a dying barren world, they prayed.
Meanwhile, a minibot femme, scarred by years a fighting, hid in a decaying building millions of miles from Cybertron. In her arms war none other than a sparkling. Not a protoform manufactured for the war, but a child born by a bot who had been in love. But that wouldn't stop the draft from being imposed on it as soon as possible. This femme, had seen war, had lost her mate in the war, and had had this sparkling with the hope that it would never see war. It was tiny, having only one donor, and glowed silver in the darkness. She held it close and sang in cybertronian "my sweet and tender spark, don't be scared, don't you cry…"
My spark, I have nothing I can give
But this chance that you may live
I pray we'll meet again
If He will deliver us
As she sang a red and white medic bot kept watch. He had delivered the sparkling, and wanted to preserve it any way he could. He knew an Autobot ship had landed today to get whatever soldiers he had managed to save back in the field. That would include the femme. He had come up with a plan she had reluctantly agreed to save the new spark. He waited by the door, watching closely for the long line of Autobots to reach the med bay tent.
Deliver us
Hear our prayer
Deliver us
From this war
These Stellars fighting grow
Too cruel to stand
Deliver us
There's a world you promised us
Deliver us
From this Pit world and
Deliver us to Cybertron...
He transformed and in kliks he was speeding through the collapsed city with the femme and sparkling in his hold. The carnage of the battles that had taken place there still lay like it was cycles ago. Grey shells lay on every corner. Bots missing servos, plating, even optics, still limped around as they waited to be treated when the med bay was emptied. The medic had grown so old and so tired of it all. He longed for the Solar Cycle when they could all return home. When there was no more destruction and loss. When this Pit sparked war would end and they could live. For now it was a glitches dream, but if he could help see that this one youngling never saw war it would be one step closer.
Hush now, my sparkling
Be still now don't cry
Sleep as you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember my last lullaby
So I'll be with you in your spark….
He managed to avoid detection and made it onto the ship without being noticed. Still holding her sparkling, the femme got out of the hold and paused as she faced the escape pods. They varied in size and the smallest would not be missed. She rocked the small bundle gently as the medic prepared the pod, singing with coolant leaking from her optics. She placed it snuggly in the pod and help the tiny servo, smiling as it opened its optics just the smallest bit, casting a bright blue glow before slipping into stasis with the lock of the door.
Primus, O Primus
Guide gently for me
Such precious cargo you bear
Do you know somewhere
He can be free?
Primus, deliver him there...
The medic stood to the side as the femme prayed, hoping to primus that he would watch over her sparkling. There were so many dangers in the universe, and many Autobots and Decepticons alike. She gathered herself and launched the pod into space, keeping optic on it as it became a star in the distance, and hoping with all her spark that it would land somewhere far away from the war. A new Cybertron…a Well away from the Pit….
As the pod flew through space it slowed to a gently crawl. Drifting among the shooting stars and swirling nebulas of color. But the sparkling didn't stir from its stasis. It continued its drift till it became caught in a planet's gravity and was quickly gaining speed as it was dragged down; as it neared the atmosphere a Decepticon war ship broke through, shoving the small vessel free and spiraling farther into space, and through a meteor field. The sparkling remained oblivious to its peril as the vessel became erratic, dodging, slipping, and speeding through the maze of debris, almost getting swallowed by rock creatures that hid among them waiting. It broke through the rocks behind an Elite guard ship, getting pulled along as it went through a space bridge. The bright glow of the structure seemed dim as something under the rocks matched it. If it had been awake the sparkling would have wondered where the other ship had gone, but because it still slept, it was not afraid when the tiny pod was left alone as it drifted with finality through a black hole….
….and out beside a calm blue and green world. For the sleeping sparkling it was a klik later, but for the universe it had been millions of years. The pod quickly locked onto the closest cybertronian signal and found itself warped into a dim room with many wires and metals. As it landed the pod opened its doors, revealing the brightly glowing silver form to the new world, and the odd organic creature that had just entered.
Child, you're safe now
And safe you will stay
For I grant this prayer just for you:
Grow, now my daughter
Find them one day
Come and deliver them, too...
Professor Sumdac awoke after being shocked to find the silver body gone. And in its place was a baby girl with with pale brown skin and red hair that stuck up like it had just been in ponytails. he carefully picked up the sleeping child, and when she blinked red brown eyes up and him and smiled, he knew he couldn't let her go.
Both were unaware of the being watching them, even if they were they wouldn't know what to call it. It was a presence, it was bigger than the universe, everywhere at once, and it sang to the small child with the love of a father. Primus had guided his child to safety, away from her family. He could see that peace would not last, they would need her, but for now this child needed to know peace and the joy it brought.
Deliver us
Send a leader to fight with us
And deliver us to Cybertron
As the child escaped the war millions of years past, her saviors still fought. By the guidance of Primes and strength of spark her people won. And her home world was once more a reality. One day she would see it, and one day she would meet the medic. But her carrier would offline in the battles for peace. Thinking about her sparkling, knowing it was safe beyond any bots reach.
As she joined the Well of Allsparks she did not weep for her life or her youngling, she praised Primus that the war and suffering was finally coming to an end.
That's all they ever asked for.
Deliver us
Authors note:
Hey everyone. :)
I don't remember the last time I actually made myself sit down and write. So trying to get back into my flow, I made a playlist of my favorite Disney songs and put it on shuffle. Then as I wrote I realized some of these actually fit into the timeline and even made a good AU what if/ what next. So some of these are just one shots but others I have market as the next part of a small story.
This chapter can be connected or AU, your choice. I know this song isn't Disney but it's perfect for an opening, and I always wanted an explanation for Sari! I threw Ratchet in because he's not in a lot of chapters and I can see him doing something like this. Yes I used a time travel worm-hole theory. I thought this would be an interesting look at her origins and I hope everyone likes it. My only real exposure to the war part of transformers is season 1 of G1, the Bay movies (Ewe) and transformers animated.