Greetings loyal Alerters and Favers. I was trying to find a way to start the 7 chapter and had a most wonderful idea while at work! Boring 10 hour shifts are good for something, xD. Allspark changes and a plot twist ahead!
Note: in my vision, Soundwave's cassettes height are 1 ½ - 2 humans tall.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything transformer like, although I wished I had a ratchet toy.
Shawn tried to stay calm, it would do no good letting the Decepticons watching him know anything was wrong. The text kept streaming past his eyes, detailing everything about Frenzy from the alloy in his armour, his weapons, even the amount of fluids currently in his system. It was eerie. Shawn gazed at the other Mini-bot next to Frenzy and the process started over, listing everything that was Rumble. The information from Frenzy seemed to stick itself in a corner but didn't completely disappear, kind of like minimizing a computer window. A bright blue beam suddenly connected the two in his vision as a sentence ran over the line. Twin bond. The line started at Frenzy's chest and ended at Rumble's. Shawn's eyes widened, it was bad enough to know every minute detail of someone, it was worse to know how that person was connected to people. Even though these bots were Decepticons, Shawn felt a little guilty. He felt like he was breaking into the Mechs privacy, Shawn could relate very well to that.
Gazing back at the jaguar in the back seat, scroll came up telling him all there was to know about ravage. Shawn sighed and closed his eyes. The text continued without a feed from the world behind it. The sight was oddly horrifying and intriguing at the same time. More bright blue line streaked across his vision and a sentence ran along it was well. Symbiotic bond. Shawn's eyes snapped open, the recent blue lines connected the three Decepticon Mini-bots together and connected all three to the truck currently transporting them. Words floated above the mini-bots. Symbiote. A word floated on the trucks windshield. Host. Science class suddenly didn't seem so stupid.
Shawn took a calming breathe, trying to slow his heart beat before the con noticed something wrong. Looking down, Shawn caught sight of Turbo. Again Information streamed but it was different. While current information did come up, a sort of blue print fixed itself over the small bot. Door wings attached to his back, a sort of helmet with long metal ribbons adorned his head, large construction wheels replaced the rubber one of the toy car, a tail streamed behind him, ending in a sort of construction claw used in logging. A height reference came up beside the blue print and Shawn's eyes widening. The blueprint was supposed to be just a tad smaller then Optimus Prime. A sentence finished over the mini-bot and the image seemed to cling to the bot, small changes in the design happening as flexibility and armour was considered. Final stage. Shawn gaped, his small, shy, non-confident, race car was going to turn into a large war-built construction behemoth. What stunned him most was just how he knew this in the first place.
A blue beam spawned off his mini-bot and, instead of connected to another bot in the vicinity, it connected to his own chest. Creator bond. While Shawn knew that the Mini-bots seemed particularly fond of him, he thought it was a basic need for parental connection, like babies. Never in a million years would he had believed he had a tangible bond with any of his bots and right before his eyes was the proof that such a thing existed.
Catching sight of his own body started the process yet again and, yet again, it was different. All sorts of information hit him, most of it being about just how much organic tissue was left, the operation of his mechanical parts, energy levels, invasion warnings about diseases in his organic tissue, warning about over heating, freezing up, weight ratios, even the exact time he would need to go to sleep before he passed out in exhaustion. The most fascinating part was the streaming of basic programs, instructional pages on how to use what, even a note on how to stop Allspark radiation and keep it in his spark if he so wished. The page said it was highly unrecommended to do so until all systems was mechanic or the organic tissue could seize and die, leaving him crippled. Good thing to know.
Shawn closed his eyes, it being easier to concentrate on the blue without the added streaming of reality. Seizing the organic reports, Shawn saw that only his major organs, such as heart, lungs, and stomach, was left, the first being changed was the brain to stop the muscle from rejecting to new organs, a just in case. A large schematic came up, showing the energon lines, lubricant lines, even the nerve cables all along his body. Sensitive areas, like the bottom of his feet, palm of his hands, and lower back was highlighted, with warning of extra careful care. Apparently ports was located at each area and touching them could cause great pain or pleasure. Shawn disregarded that report, not wanting to know. Shawn looked down and only saw smooth skin where the port should be. A blueprint, much like Turbo's, wrapped around his hand and showed a round hole with cables attached at the very centre.
A shiver went up Shawn's spine, or should he say structural column, according to his schematic. Sighing, Shawn gazed out the window sullenly, his vision recording the make up and properties of everything outside. He couldn't summon even an ounce of anger or fear to freak out anymore. Meeting alien robots, caring for 8 of said robots, and then being kidnapped by said robots left one dulled to these things. The sight just made everything a fact and Shawn couldn't fight fact, which sucked big time. Suck it up, his mind said, the world gave you lemons now just poke it and get back to your life. No use freaking if it ain't going to fix it. Damn his Optimus sounding conscious and its sagely advice.
The truck slowed down, entering a cave structure. A few minutes later a door appeared, and it seemed to be attached to some sort of ship lodged in rock. The word Nemesis was written in Cybertronian on the wall beside the door, as well as the words Cargo hold. Shawn didn't claim to know very much about Cybertronians but even he had gathered the basic knowledge of the Decepticon fleet for safety purposes. As such, Shawn knew the Nemesis was the main attack ship of the Decepticon fleet. How it got deep into a rock face was another matter entirely. The truck doors popped open and the seat belt strapping him down released. Stepping out carefully, Shawn walked to the rock face as Soundwave transformed back, his girth almost not fitting into the tunnel. The Symbiotes flanked him as Soundwave opened the hatch door, ushering him inside. A large purple coloured room greeted them, filled with large crates and a landing pad in one corner. A beam of sunlight hit the pad, a small tunnel through the rock sitting above it. The size of the tunnel could probably fit a seeker if they manouvered quite a bit. Soundwave walked over to some double doors across the room as the mini-bots shoved the human after the Mech.
A small warning flashed at the corner of Shawn's vision as the group walked slowly down a corridor. Shawn prompted the file to open as the group came up to a very large door. Text steamed across his eyes as the doors opened up to a very spacious and bland Berth room.
Energon levels: 30%. Require refuel in approximately 3 hours.
That didn't sound good. Soundwave immediately sat in front of a couple monitors in the corner of the room, the mini-bots directing Shawn to another corner filled, surprisingly, with many human household objects. A small bed, a stocked kitchen, and even a leisure area was set up. Shawn didn't know if he should be grateful or worried that the Decepticons planned this far. Ravage stood guard at the area entrance, low walls splitting up the areas. They were low enough to not give any privacy but large enough to be effective dividers. Obviously his captors didn't trust him to be alone.
The leisure area consisted of a small work out area, a couple of chairs, and a bookshelf filled with data pads. The kitchen was stocked with many different foods and beverages, the main one being frozen dinners and juice. The bedroom consisted of a small single bed with only one pillow and a sheet, a dresser filled with only t-shirts and jeans of every size imaginable, and a small cornered off mobile toilet. Everything one would need to keep a human alive without the comforts of regular society. Fantastic. Shawn dropped Turbo onto a chair in the leisure area, the mini-bot looking around curiously. The cassette mini-bots were watching curiously from outside his area, obviously fascinated on how the Man settled in, like watching a new hamster build his shavings nest. Shawn was not amused.
Shawn looked top to bottom around the kitchen, hoping to find some energon, but obviously the Decepticons hadn't thought he would need any. He wasted a good hour of his remaining time doing so and he was starting to feel woozy. Walking slowly to the 'entrance' of his area, trying not to run into anything while in a half stumble, Shawn glared at the Jaguar guarding it. " Why is there no energon in here? I only have an hour and a half left before the freaky blue screen does something drastic." Shawn savoured the startled expressions on the mini-bots faces, the twins running eagerly to Soundwave. The Truck was conversing to someone on screen, the nasally shouting coming over making it a good chance of it being Starscream. "Soundwave, the squishy said he wanted Energon. What do we do?" Soundwave seemed to ignore the two, finishing his conversation. Shawn sat dejectedly in the 'doorway', rubbing his eyes, trying to stave off a headache. He was to tired to give a damn about what was happening. Another warning popped up and Shawn groaned. The file opened when prompted.
Recharge needed For additional changes on structure to be made. Estimated time before recharge is required: 6 hours.
Perfect. So he was hungry and tired, not like he needed a damn computer screen to tell him that. A dull thump landed beside him. Moving his hands away from his face, Shawn spotted a large cube the size of a kiddie pool sitting beside his kitchen area. Frenzy was hooking up a small tube to it, which ended in a cap. A bright pink liquid glowed in the see through cube, his blue sight cataloguing it as low grade energon. Shawn slowly moved to the kitchen, the days emotions catching up and draining him. A small pile of human sized empty glass cubes were set onto the kitchen counter by an eager Rumble. The twins backed off, watching excitedly as Shawn moved about. The mechanic was getting sick of being treated like a pet.
Grabbing a cube, Shawn quickly uncapped the tube and watched the glowing liquid fill the makeshift cup. Ratchet had told him that energon was poisonous to humans and had kept all the stock in a closed room from the human forces, But if his creepy Allspark sight wanted him to drink energon then who was he to argue its obvious knowledge of all? Recapping the tube, Shawn walked to a chair and slowly sat down, staring into his energon cube. The liquid didn't reflect his image, a sign of how alien it was. Shawn contemplated if drinking it would be wise, until another warning of low energy came up on his sight. Shrugging, Shawn gulped it down in one go. It had a very odd taste, like if one was to pour a whole pouch of strawberry and raspberry pop rocks into a can of cream soda, shake it up, then chug it. The liquid buzzed along his body and Shawn felt a tremor go down his spine and spread to his limbs.
The effect was like drinking 6 cups of coffee in quick succession after a nights sleep of only 3 hours. Caffeine rush. Shawn jumped up, suddenly bursting with energy and grabbed turbo from his bed. A small giggle seeped from his lips as he spun around, Mini-bot tightly in grasp. A small tune was playing in his head, vague and unplaceable. Shawn skipped past an amused Ravage back to the energon dispenser and quickly drew another cube, downing that one just as fast. A grin spread across his face. " hey turbo?!" the mini-bot beeped questioningly at the human. " Lets play hide and seek! You hide and I'll count to ten then try to find you. Ready? go!" Shawn put the mini-bot on the floor and covered his eyes, giggling. He watched on his blue vision as the construction blueprint walked farther away and vaguely to the left, towards the bedroom area. Shawn bounced on his heels, shaking in restrained energy and excitement. Soundwave and the mini-cons watched in interest, the effects of energon to his system highly amusing. Wanting to play with the mini-bot, Shawn deliberately went the opposite direction of the race car, snickering the whole time. Passing Ravage again, waving a couple fingers in his face playfully, Shawn entered the living area. The twins were looking over the edge of the wall at him curiously. A vaguely mischievous thought came to mind and Shawn grinned. Walking around the room in a seemingly erratic fashion in show of trying to find his mini-bot, Shawn made his way slowly over to the twins.
Reaching the wall, Shawn vaulted over and onto the back of a surprised Rumble. The mini-con shrieked and bolted, Shawn quickly locking his legs around the metal waist, giggling as his make-shift ride ran wildly around the room. " Get it off! Get it off! Sweet Primus, get it off!" the other mini-cons just laughed at Rumble become more hysterical, yelling about organic disease, contamination, and parts getting caught in his gears. Shawn just laughed excitedly the whole time, adrenaline, or a robotic variant of such, running through his veins. Rumble finally had enough and grabbed Shawn's arms from around his neck and quickly pulled the mechanic off and pushed him away harshly. Shawn landed hard on the ground and grunted, still laughing. The thrill slowly teetered off, along with his rush, leaving him spent on the metallic floor of Soundwave's berth room. A system report flashed up.
Energon levels: 100% Next refuelling: 5 days, 12 hours, 11 minutes. Recharge required in: 5 hours.
A large hand suddenly grabbed the front of his sweater, lifting him up. The blue hand gently placed him on the small bed in his 'area.' Soundwave straightened as Shawn stretched on the bed, tired and spent. The time pasted quickly in Shawn's daze, Turbo having quickly climbed up and onto his chest, the sweater pocket remains in his tiny servo. The mini-cons had gone back into Soundwave, except a bird one which had perched on a shaft above his living space, the TIC quickly setting up orders and plans with the Decepticon forces before settling in for night. The room stayed quiet, Shawn wide awake on his bed. He couldn't seem to fall asleep, even with the flashing warning telling him he needed sleep in the next couple of minutes or face something called stasis lock.
Something in his movements or the fact the bird had yet to stop watching him must have tipped off Soundwave, as suddenly the large mech was standing over him again. " Inquiry: Why are you not recharging. Scans tell me you are in need of rest." Shawn snorted, not caring one bit that he was talking to a potentially homicidal robot. " You think I don't know that? Been getting warning for hours now, but I just can't fall asleep. Maybe if I wasn't surrounded by enemy forces and constantly watched I might have better luck." Shawn rolled his eyes at the mech, it should be obvious why he couldn't sleep. " Suggestion: induced sleep."
Shawn blinked at the mech, was he trying to be helpful or taking an opportunity to do something horrible with substances to him? Most likely the second one. " No thank you, I ain't letting any kind of drug near me." Soundwave just stared down at him, unreadable. Shawn squirmed, the stare unnerving. " Substance: Unnecessary. Only hard-line hook up required." Shawn knew he was going to regret it, but his mind wouldn't let the question go unsaid. " Hard-line?" Soundwave must have seen it as a consent as a hand was suddenly around him, lifting him up to chest level. The cons chest split open, showing the area that housed the mini-cons, and the hand lowered. " Oh no! you are not going to put me in there!" Shawn thrashed as the hand put him over an empty compartment, very likely to be the bird's spot.
He fell feet first into the compartment no bigger then an large sized closet. Metal panels and wires surrounded him, a small screen to one side. The compartment jerked into motion and Shawn looked up, seeing the dwindling light as the chest closed itself. " No! nonononono!" the space became dark as the area came to a halt, the only light radiating from the small screen. Text scrolled slowly along the screen, seemingly on a standby mode. Shawn sat tensely in the exact center of the floor, curled tightly into a ball, scared to even move in case it triggered something. Suddenly the small cables lining the compartment began to move, small plugs at the end of them revealing themselves. They slithered like large black snakes towards him and he squeaked in terror, trying to bat them away.
One seized his wrist as he batted another off him, it clenched and pulled tight, yanking his hand up and away from his body. Shawn yelped and tried to pull it back as another grabbed his ankle, also pulling that limb away from his body and towards the wall. The last two limbs followed quickly as Shawn fell into panic, squirming harshly to try and free himself. The plugs on the cables ends quickly fell into a specific position, over areas Shawn would recognize as sensitive if he was in the right state of mind to pay attention. A surprised squeak released from the human , the plugs rubbing gently at his hands and ankles, directly over the ports under his skin. Shawn tensed up as other plugs joins in, two on his shoulders, two on his thighs, and one on his neck. They seemed determined to gain access to the ports and Shawn was damn well not going to let them. He continued thrashing as the cables became more tense, trying to hold him still. A message flashed across his blue sight causing his to freeze again as the information sinked in.
Symbiote recharge chamber connecters detected: Commencing hook up.
Shawn watched transfixed at his hands as a peculiar sensation washed across his body. The skin, literally, rippled away from his hands, like the waves in water after you skipped a pebble over it. They revealed what his blueprints had showed him, small round ports with energon and nerve cables attached. The silver disks sat over a metallic version of hand muscles and bones, the color scheme a monochromatic grey. The plugs seemed to detect the small openings and quickly snapped in. Shawn shouted in surprise, half from the sensation of the penetration, half from the sudden text scrolling along his eyes.
Recharge sequence Initiated: Symbiote set-up Initiated: Recharge to commence in: 5..
Shawn gasped as the blue sight shut down, his eyes involuntarily closing. A brief 1 flashed in his vision and then he was lost to the world.
Images flashed across his vision, some of life times long ago, some of life times yet to be, but mostly it was of the lifetimes currently in progress. The knowledge of what had been, what was now, and what will be steamed endlessly past his sight. It seemed to go on forever and yet only last a second. A small blue flash happened and suddenly the information halted. The scene left was a very tender one. It was of a younger Soundwave caring for a infant looking ravage, the jaguar like an over sized kitten.
"Touching isn't it?" The voice seemed to come from everywhere and no where at the same time. It was neither young or old, male or female, not even soft or loud. It just was.
Shawn whipped around, trying to spot the voice but all he could see was the scene and a small blue glow. " Who's there?" the voice seemed to chuckled, the sound more like wind chimes or a musical note. " The question not who I am, but what I am. I would be known to you as the Allspark." Shawn intakes sharply, the source of all his troubles right in front of him. " Please, before you rant at me I wish to tell you something." Shawn glowered but reluctantly nodded, he would get his revenge soon enough.
The scene dissolved and suddenly a human stood before him, but not. If it was human, it was the most non-gender, perfectly symmetrical, unblemished human he had ever seen. It seemed to glow the same blue as before, and was completely covered in silver cloth. " You, Shawn Conners, was chosen for a very specific purpose. To understand this purpose you must first know something about me. Contrary to popular belief, my power is not all-purpose." Shawn stared confused at the being as the area around them bled into another scene. This one depicted a pair of kneeling Decepticons in front of the cube, the surroundings very alien. " My power was spawned to create life, yes, but in order to create such diversity the Decepticons and Auto-bots demanded, the energy began to specialize and shed some of its general selection. For example, to create troops that Megatron wanted, the energy given needed to be purely savage, a vicious being who could survive the ranks of Decepticon hierarchy, while Auto-bots needed a pacifist touch, a need for peace, kindness, forgiveness. My original housing begin to produce two types of energy, the red which coloured the Decepticons Optics and sparks, and blue which coloured the Auto-bots optics and sparks. Understandably, the red housed the power of destruction and death while the blue house the power of healing and life."
The scene around them played out, the cube letting out bolts of red into one of the kneeling Cons, racing along the prone body. The Allspark continued. " When Samuel Witwicky and yourself endeavoured to destroy my original body, the two energies needed to transfer into a new container, but I couldn't put them together. The conflicting energies would tear them apart, so I sent them into different containers. The closest recipients were, of course, yourself and Samuel. I scanned your qualities and gave the energy most appropriate for your personality to you. I gave young Samuel the life giving blue energy and I gave you the destruction ridden red energy." Shawn gapped at the deity, unbelieving that he was essentially a powerhouse of destruction. " Wait, wait. But I have clearly seen blue energy coming from my hands, how do you explain that?" the Allspark smiled, clearing having expected the question.
" I couldn't give you just the pure one energy, everything needs balance. I gave each of you a part of the other energy, small enough that the two parts couldn't war each other in your body. The small amount of blue energy in you can heal small wounds and keep a Mech from death, but you cannot revive or complete reconstruct a mech with it. Samuel has the power of that. You will have the power to harm, to bring a spark of creation to the Decepticon faction, to destroy all if you wish. You have the power to undo everything the blue energy has ever done, which means you could destroy the entire cybertronian race if you so wished it, along with anything I have ever touched or my power has seeped into." Shawn just stood there stunned, unbelieving, not wanting to know it was true. " But, why me? Why did you give me the red energy? I don't want to be a weapon of destruction, that's unfair!" the deity just gazed down at him, a regal air of understanding and comfort about him.
" I trust in your ability to not use the power unconditionally. I sensed an underlying darkness in Samuel that could have taken up the offer of total destruction if posed in the correct manner. Your being housed an underlying respect for power, a respect for life, and a respect for death. Your personality was most compatible to not make use of your ability in a negative way." Shawn frowned and curled in on himself. " I know this is hard for you to accept but I must let you know. Only you can spark new life in the Decepticons, just like only Sam can spark new life for the Auto-bots. You are the deciding factor for the future of all Decepticons and I implore you to make it a happy one. I endeavoured to make all my creations happy and I ask you to continue that. I have given you the entire history of every Decepticon to have ever been spark and who has yet to be. Its your decision to follow the path to come or destroy the remaining future of a dwindling faction." Shawn groaned as the Allspark disappeared, vision going black. His last thought before light flooded his vision was I hate my life but most of all I hate alien super cubes.
Chapter 7 is complete! Legasp! Please R&R! who likes my version of the origins of the Allspark power? :D
