The Wisdom Years IV
Disclaimer: I do not own the transformers…if I did; I would have made sure that TFA Season 4 would have aired. Have you seen the ideas they had?! It was pure brilliance!
Okay, so I'm hoping you guys are gonna like where this goes…gosh…nervous butterflies are having a field day in my stomach…The first part is in Jacky's POV, but most of the rest is in 3rd Person if I'm not mistaken…
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It was a completely awkward situation for both sides from my perspective. I had contacted base like the Cons had demanded. It was really awkward…and it takes a lot for someone who's nearly fifty to find using a phone to be awkward.
The good part was that it only took six minutes, give or take, for the squad of Autobots to get to the hangars.
The bad part was that now the Autobot Leader and the Decepticon Warlord seemed to be having a death-stare match.
Jolt, being the sweetheart he is, was kind enough to help me down from Blurr's servo. Both the speedster and Sideswipe were still inside and frozen. But at least now I was outside. I was also able to see that the Warlord had taken at least three quarters of his troops.
I was willing to bet that if that wasn't the case, that he had them all scattered about the pickup complex. That would explain why more and more Autobots were trickling in every so often. The air was tense and awkward for everyone. None of the humans wanted to get in the middle of a massive gun fight and it didn't seem like the Autobots were too thrilled to be here either.
"Optimus," Megatron said with a glare.
"Megatron," He replied evenly.
No words were exchanged for a few moments. Eventually, the glaring match ended and one mech caved. Oddly enough, it was Megatron to give in and sigh through his intakes.
"I need to propose a…truce…for lack of a better term." He grumbled.
"Why," The Prime demanded now visibly agitated, "Why after all this time?"
The Warlord growled and tried to flatten his flaring armor. "There was an incident…and somehow it resulted in three of my troops becoming…sparked…" he ground out at last.
Whatever Optimus Prime had been expecting…it had not been that. The tri-colored Autobot just looked at the Warlord with a completely lost expression.
"W-what?" He stammered.
All eyes and optics were now on the two. Autobot and Decepticon troops were no longer on guard, but staring at the Prime with curious optics. Their leader had stuttered…and his tone had put everyone off as well.
"Sparked Prime…the soonest one comes in twelve earth months." Megatron rumbled uncomfortably.
It was not often the Prime didn't know what to do. He could only stand their blankly and stare.
"It…the Allspark was lost…" He protested weakly.
Megatron sighed, uncharacteristically patient and resolved. "Skystalker, Crankcase, Blackout!" He shouted.
It briefly registered to Optimus that those three names referred to a seeker, the leader of the Dreads, and a simple warrior respectively. But he was still too shocked to acknowledge it.
The three Decepticons called for stepped to the front of the crowd; all three of them reflected anger, embarrassment, mortification, and other such emotions to the crowd. However, the sight of Skystalker's cockpit bulge, Crankcase's wider chassis, and Blackout's noticeably more bulged torso overshadowed their expressions.
Optimus felt his mouth open and close with shock; unable to form words or sounds any longer.
"Sparklings…" He gaped.
"If I may," Prowl stepped forward, "Perhaps it would be best to take the matter up somewhere else. It would be better to have an understanding of the…situation."
"In addition Prowl's suggestion," Ratchet spoke out, "Perhaps the drive to a more suitable area would help our leader digest this sudden revelation…" He paused, "and do hurry. He's on the brink of crashing as it is."
Megatron took a moment before sighing once again through his intakes, "Very well, lead the way."
"Alright, explain it again…slower…what exactly did you do?" Optimus insisted.
Shockwave growled, already annoyed.
"I was conducting an experiment on the remains of the Allspark. There were a total of seven shards as collected from my Lord's armor, from what remained of Jetfire, the one Ravage collected from the human facility, and from pieces I myself have collected over the course of the war when the other cube's were destroyed. I had all seven and was attempting to piece them together with a binding agent, hoping to assemble a larger shard from them. The experiment was also a study to see if shards from different cubes could form together negating the fact they were not from the same object. From what I have been able to gather, the different energies reacted to one another hyper-actively and the physical energy it produced sparked the mechs in which beams hit."
"Beams?" Ratchet prompted.
"The…physical energy manifested into a laser-like shape." Shockwave grumbled.
"Those beams exploded and went everywhere," Starscream growled, "Everybot was ducking for cover. Blackout moved too slowly, Crankcase was dodging one and got hit by the other, but Skystalker was pushed into it."
"Regardless," Megatron boomed, "What else is there?"
Shockwave was silent for a moment, "The mechs should not have a problem producing offspring," He paused, "I believe the reaction from the shards was natural in any case."
"You had all the shards in one place for ages!" Wheeljack argued, "Why would it happen now?"
"I did not have them in one sole place," Shockwave snarled, "Shards were grouped separately unless they were produced by the same Allspark Cube. The day of the incident was the first time I experimented with the shards all at once."
There was a silence as everyone processed the information. Optimus sighed and looked to Megatron. "I suppose a ceasefire would be obligatory in the case of Sparklings…" He murmured.
"I suspected as much." He paused, "In any case, alone the sparklings would die from insufficient care and monitor. Alone, our factions are not in any way equipped to handle such a thing as this."
"We've tried to produce hatchlings but there weren't any successful results." Shockwave added.
"Situation: Suggestion?" Soundwave spoke for the first time and continued when he received a nod from his leader, "Statement: Combine Factions, Sparklings: Raise in one Location."
"The troops would be thrilled with that." Ratchet muttered.
"But he has a point," Prowl turned to Optimus, "If we're going to raise a sparkling, we're going to need the right equipment. As of right now, neither faction has the resources or the time capacity to do so. Seeing as there are three Sparklings currently in gestation, it would stand to reason that we need to call a Ceasefire and work together…no matter how badly this may affect the factions."
"It would stand that compromise would be made." Optimus stated at last.
Both leaders watched as their strategists and scientists looked to one another before every one of them began inching for the door.
"We'll let the two of you work that out."
And not a moment later the Autobot Leader and Decepticon Warlord were left in the conference room to debate amongst themselves.
Silence reigned for all of thirty seconds.
"Do you know how tiring it is to handle a sparked seeker for nearly an entire deca-cycle?" Megatron grumbled.
"No…but I assumed it had something to do with your patience."
"I may not be as patient as I used to be…but seekers will drain every ounce of your energy."
"Why are you sharing this with me?"
"If we will be sharing a base in the near future, you should at least be prepared."
"It can't be that bad. The Aerial-Bots were never-."
"The Aerial-Bots are not pure seekers. You do not have any pure seekers Prime. I, however, have about six. Take my advice."
"Do you plan on getting to the subject at hand sometime this Vorn?"
"I am no more thrilled about this than you are Prime," Megatron grumbled, "But I expected you to also stall for time before having to deliver the news to our troops."
A day later, Sideswipe and Blurr were unfrozen from their places in the storage hanger and none too happy about being forgotten overnight. But nevertheless they, along with everyone else, began to gather in the larger of the two Rec. Rooms on the Autobot base. In about an hour, both factions were gathered.
Optimus Prime took the podium on the right with Prowl and Ratchet behind him.
Megatron took the left podium with Starscream and Soundwave flanking him and tad farther back.
Shockwave stood with the three affected and or sparked bots near the front of the crowd but off to the side. Ready to step forward when signaled to do so.
Once the leaders had signaled for their respective factions to silence themselves and the order was followed, the meeting commenced.
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