Well, here's this little puppy. It started way differently, but now it is re-written and re-posted. It mainly deals with movie!verse Transformers, but there will be LOTS of mentions of other franchises and small crossovers when they apply. This was mainly based on .com/'s Transformers' universe, but there are lots of heavy edits on my part. I will give her credit when it's needed.
As for who the bot in question is, come back next chapter to find out!
Transformers © to HasTak and whoever produced the movie, whose name eludes me at the moment.
-System reboot initialized.-
-System reboot complete. Full system scan initialized.-
-Running full system scan.-
-Error. Insufficient power: Energy levels at 10.2%. Critical. Full system scan incomplete.-
-Emergency stasis lock protocols activated.-
-Emergency stasis lock protocols overridden. Issue command.-
-Continue system scan. Confirm command.-
-Command confirmed.-
-Continuing system scan. Emergency energy cells activated. Power core charging: 10.26645%...-
-Searching for connection to CPU. Connection failed. Search again? y/n.-
-Y. Command: Search again. Confirm.-
-Confirmed.-
-Connection found. Signal strength: 17.465%. Reason: Unknown. Command?-
-Continue system scan. Confirm command. Command confirmed.-
-Error. Unable to asses structural integrity: Unknown.-
-Error. Unable to asses sensor array. Sensory input: Unknown.-
-Error. Unable to asses weapons systems.-
-Error. Communications relay not found.-
-Error. Firewalls disabled. Antivirus disabled.-
-Error.....
-Error.....
-Error…..
-Error…..
Consciousness slowly enveloped him as its tiny tendrils caressed the farthest parts of his processor. It took some time to finally acclimate, but once he did, he immediately realized something was very wrong.
Try as he might, he couldn't get his optics to online nor could he feel his limbs, or anything at all for that matter. After a few seconds he finally decided to focus on his internal HUD and its troubling readouts. As a side note, to make matters worse, he couldn't exactly remember his designation.... Regarding his HUD, everything seemed to be unresponsive or malfunctioning and judging by his energy levels, he should have been in deep stasis lock, quite close to a full decom (decommision). Yet, despite all, he felt... calm. Ok. Strangely detached and completely numb, but ok.
He tried accessing his memory core and his personality matrix to try to make sense of his situation (that was yet another problem... the last thing he remembered was Mission City and even that was a bit fuzzy...), but got nothing, just more error messages. It was like some connection somewhere in his body was broken. Confusion took over his processor. He was blind, deaf, mute, paralyzed and amnesiac, but he had no fraggin' idea why but soon, confusion gave way to fear and dread... What if he was in less than friendly hands? Was he even still on earth? Where were the others? Where they in his same situation? What date was it? And what the slaggin' Pit was that detached feeling??
Adding the proverbial energon goodie to the cube, he couldn't even draw air from his nonexistent intakes to simulate a sigh.
Time passed, but he couldn't tell how much thanks to a non-functioning chronometer (yet another broken thing. Hurrah). Meanwhile, his systems kept reminding him of everything that was wrong and how nothing had changed from the last scan, adding to his frustration and confusion. Suddenly, something broke through his pity party. He knew he had felt it before, but he didn't quite remember what it was or why he had felt it before... it was sort of like a tug on his spark. Glad to have something else to focus on besides his numerous malfunctions, he tried to determine what that tug was. It happened more than once, sometimes one after the other. After some time it began to slow down and diminish in strength, but something else was there; instead of just a regular tug, it felt like whoever or whatever was on the other end was in desperate need of comfort and reassurance. He didn't quite know why he knew this, he just did, so tentatively he reached out to the other side, and almost instantly, he felt calm, both on his side and the other. Content, he settled down hoping something would change in the next system scan.
And something did.
By the time the next full system scan came around, he was able to recognize that tug as coming from a spark bond and while he didn't quite remember his secondary designation, he knew he was an autobot. As to who was his spark bonded to, that he still didn't remember. He still kept sending comfort to the other side if only because it made him feel better. All of a sudden something clicked, or felt liked it did. He felt himself go offline and by the time he came to, the detached feeling was gone and he was starting to get some feeling in his limbs.
And then it hit him. Harder than one of Doc Hatchet's wrenches to the back of the cranium, and Primus was that saying something....
The sheer amount of audio imput was staggering. The feedback produced was so painful it sent spasms up and down his entire frame as numerous warnings (adding to the usual ones) flashed accross his HUD. Even though he still couldn't see, his entire vision was filled with a bright light as a flare of pain enveloped him.
Then it all went dark.