Summary: The first adventure. A young girl discovers the Decepticons and Autobots have more to do with her than she thinks… Crysta's POV
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or Transformers Prime. The idea of blue plastic chairs and them taking over the world belongs to a friend of mine. At the end of this chapter, the origin of Starscream's nickname is revealed, which I got from Cyber Chat by Lightning Prime. Sadly, that fanfiction appears to have been taken down…
WARNING: Some parts in the dream scene are a little bloody-ish.
This chapter marks the close of the Darkness Rising Arc and will lead this story into the actual series. Oh, and I've given up on the line thing, so here's some normal lines for a change.
"Speaking"
Thoughts
Emphasis
Supernatural Beings speaking
It looked as though I was back on Cybertron, inside a lab. I knew exactly what I was trying to do: create a substitute for Energon. The Autobots were running out of supplies and they had put their hopes on their scientists. I could hear a battle outside, and then a sudden crash as Starscream and some aerial drones broke through the wall. I felt vulnerable. I didn't know how to fight. Starscream shrieked an order to kill me and some part of me, long hidden, reacted. I clenched my fists and felt claws slide out. In what seemed like merely an instant, the drones were lying in pieces on the floor. (Now I realized why I had such a reputation, and how much my skills paled in comparison to the ones I had before.)
The only word I could find to summarize Starscream's expression was complete and utter shock, perhaps that a scientist who had supposedly never fought in her life could dispatch Decepticons so quickly. Quickly his emotion changed from shock to rage, and he charged at me, aiming his cannon. I retracted my claws and dodged his shots before striking him backwards. Starscream got up quickly and gave me one last glance before transforming back into his jet form and blasting back out the hole in the wall. I looked down at the fallen drones, the Energon seeping out of their remains and painting the floor a sickly blue, mingling with the same blue that stained my claws.
"What have I done…" Through my horror, I heard myself say those words, and then the dream changed. I recognized the corridor of the Decepticon base. Megatron was nearby, and just like before I charged, but he turned and something stopped me. This time, I felt something through the light, like my spark was forging some connection with the scene. Then again, the light consumed everything.
I woke up, shaken, but I calmed myself down and focused on the fact that I needed to train, especially my speed and stealth skills. But that could wait, Megatron's plan would take place that day, and the battle would no longer be on Earth, but on the space bridge. Cliffjumper wished me good luck before I snuck off to the Autobots' base. Disguised as human, I could hide behind them without their notice. The Autobots opened the ground bridge and their few remaining Autobots, excluding Ratchet, went through, with myself tailing behind.
I had forgotten for that moment that humans couldn't breathe in space. My lungs heaved in an effort to draw in air, but there was none. Quickly, I turned back into my robot form before I started feeling lasting effects. I then activated my cloaking device, the source of my so-called "illusions", seeming to morph into a Decepticon aerial drone, like the ones I saw in my dream, but as soon as I joined the line of other drones waiting for the command to charge, but then realized I looked different than them, and changed accordingly, hoping no one noticed. Megatron gave the command to charge.
I had to make sure the Autobots won, even if it meant going against all of my training as a Decepticon, so while I thought no one was looking, I blasted a few of the drones. Arcee, however, did notice the "rogue drone" and her eyes widened for a moment, but then she just nodded and went back to fighting off the drones. The next second, the space bridge activated. Megatron hurled a huge clump of Dark Energon towards the portal. It was my chance to stop the plan, and with a bang that might make Thundercracker jealous, I sped through the portal towards the clump, hoping to perhaps intercept it before it reached the surface.
I couldn't. It may have been that I expended too much energy and didn't have any rations left that day, but I found myself stopping. I simply couldn't do anything at that moment but fall. In desperation, I transformed and landed hard on the ground. My vision began to grow blurry and I saw as the Dark Energon was about to collide with the surface, and I began to hear a voice in my head again.
Don't give up now, It said, it isn't your time to die here. Keep going! I felt a sudden boost of energy through me and instantly knew where to go. I ran down a passage underground, turning and going deeper until I was at the very core of Cybertron. The voice in my head began to formulate a plan with Primus, and the moment the Dark Energon was about to reach the core, there was a giant continuous pulse of energy from the core. Just like it had in my sample, the Dark Energon turned slowly pale. I walked slowly back through the tunnels, the strength the voice had given me had now abandoned me, but the pulse of the core seemed to support me.
The dead were rising on the surface, though soon they would be returned to their normal selves. I knew Cybertron would have a life without any Dark Energon to taint it, but the space bridge… I looked up and mustered enough energy to transform and blast through the space bridge, seconds before it was destroyed. My spark now felt like it was somehow more at ease. Everything seemed to be good except that the Tomato was in charge.
Exhausted, I flew to the deck of the Decepticon ship and collapsed. Someone came out, maybe Starscream, and asked me if I was rejoining. I mumbled a faint yes, then lost consciousness.
Omake
"Crysta, why do you think I'm a tomato?" Starscream asked.
"A tomato is neither a fruit nor a vegetable. You are neither an Autobot nor a Decepticon. Therefore you are a tomato."
"But I am a vege—Decepticon!"
The only response was:
"Would you prefer I called you Squeaky instead?"
