'Do you have all of the materials ready?'
'Yes brother.'
'Excellent, we shall begin construction as soon as possible.'
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'Why are we doing this? All for this, creation He so fondly speaks of. And its power, how is this…simplistic container supposed to hold it? How is it to be used?'
'Brother, you ask too many questions.' The first mech spoke lightly as he continued his work.
'And yet, I have never received an answer.' The latter growled, a stream of air huffing through his vents, sensors around his face twitching in irritation.
'Please, calm yourself brother, we must finish this.' The first gripped his brothers' forearm, looking to him with burning orange-red optics. The second did not reply, only jerking his arm away and continuing to work.
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'You have all done so well, I thank you.' The deep voice resonated in their joined minds. The Seven Primes stood round the immense, metallic cube. The runes which covered it still glowing faintly from the heat used to carve them.
'Pardon my question creator, but what do you have planned for this…energy?' Each Prime caught the distinct feeling their deity was smiling.
'It is quite simple. This energy shall be the drive behind the very life force of future generations.' There were murmurs as each Prime contemplated this ideal.
'But creator, what about yourself?'
'I? I shall continue my observations over the Cybertronian race. It has come to my attention, there are things I need to be ready for,' More murmurs echoed over the bond they shared. As Primus did not delve further into his cryptic sentence, the Primes did not question. At least not out front, 'However, that must not concern you now. It is ready.'
The gargantuan, metallic shell crackled. White-blue sparks flying in all directions, running down the runes like energon through ones digits. If possible, the Cube heaved slightly, a sudden powerful thrumming resonating from its very core.
'Awaken, All Spark…'
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It did not shutter any optics, no lights gave any indication it was online at all. However, it could sense everything. See everything around it. A sensory network which hummed loudly in the silence. It saw the seven visible beings surrounding it. Watching it with a curious scrutiny. It also sensed one which it could not see. Something deep down recognized this entity as 'Creator'.
'Do you function, my creation?'
'…Affirmative, Creator.' The genderless voice surprised the Seven Primes, it was monotone and unfeeling. Was it possible, that this life-giving device was devoid of sentience?
'Excellent. You understand your duties?'
'Affirmative, Creator.'
'Then, begin.' At the echoing command, the thrumming from within the Cube grew. White-blue sparking energy, raw and pure, flowed down and out. Pulling alloys from the ground below, twisting, heating and forming into a definable protoform. The small body gently landing on the floor. The energy dissipated, leaving the protoform dark, grey and lifeless. Only a second later did the thrum increase as a brighter spark of power surged. The small form jerking upwards as a glow began to grow from within.
A sparkling was a new concept for the Primes, having been formed fully grown. The small being slowly onlined deep-red optics, darker than those of the Primes orange-red. The mechlings form, even in protoform, was considerably bulkier then the thin stature of the Seven. The sparkling faced the cube nearly a thousand times his size, twittering for an instant, and then tilting his helm back to get a better look at the Seven Primes watching him carefully. The third Prime stepped closer, the sparkling babbled some more and waited for him to approach. When the third did, he held his hand towards the sparkling, waiting patiently. The sparkling eyed it, whistling once back at the Cube and nuzzling his helm against the warm metal.
'Fascinating.' The forth muttered over their private bond.
'Indeed, this…sparkling is much more then I had expected.' The third, who had now picked the sparkling off the ground, replied.
'Is this what you have asked for, Creator?' The All Spark sent. A question which would normally be read as eager was worded out in a flat, airy tone. Primus sent his positive reply to the All Spark, who hummed silently in an appreciation it could not feel. It pulsed once more. Brighter than the first. Instead of pulling alloys from around it like last time, the energy flowing around it began to solidify and change its shape.
'Creator, had you planned this?' The first Prime questioned cautiously.
'I will admit, I had not had this in mind, my creation.'
The metals twisting together formed a protoform much different to the first. Slender, not unlike the Primes, yet filled in like the mechling. When the protoform onlined, its optics were the first of many things to confuse both the Prime's and Primus himself…
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Bahaha! Cliffhanger of DOOM. Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I couldn't think of how to continue without getting stuck in the middle. I will be posting as soon as possible, (since I've got no set update date). So, reviews and constructive criticism are welcome. Flames will be given to Post-war All Spark to annihilate all who dare oppose it!
~Tucx