Author's Note: A long time ago (when I was about 13, so 8 years ago) I wrote my very first fanfics about my very first fandom. The fandom was Beast Wars/Beast Machines and the series was called Drifted Sparks. Looking back on them now, I cringe with a "did I really write that!?" reaction, but bad cheesy writing aside, I don't think the concept was that bad. A friend of mine encouraged me when I started contemplating a rewrite, so here it is.
This series cuts of the very VERY ending of Beast Machines. The last 4 and a half minutes (as the DVD shows) to be precise. That means that the team got their sparks yanked, Primal and Megs had their fun, fell into the pit, essentially becoming the consciousness of Cybertron itself, but that's where the BM story stops and this one begins. The usual canon ships apply, and I'm planing to stay as much in character for everyone as possible. Enjoy!
Drifted Sparks Reimagining
By: Silver Spider
Prologue
Death
"You know this would be much easier if you were a tyrannical dictator instead of... well, you. Then you could just order instead of ask."
"I appreciate the offhand compliment, but there's really very little time for this. I need an answer."
"What did the others say?"
"I'm asking you. It's your life. It has to be your decisions."
"You told everyone else that, didn't you?"
"Yes. If there's one thing this endeavor taught me is that individualism should be preserved at any cost."
"It's never easy. What if I say no and everyone else says yes? Or vice versa?"
"I will not send any of you to the slaughter. If not enough volunteer, no one goes, and we'll meet the threat when it comes here."
Silence.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yeah, I heard you. When do I leave?"
"Immediately."
