Because when I get bored, the world suffers... Muahaha!!
*goes back to her little hidey-hole to write more*
In space, the being was drawing closer. It wasn't as much as the feeling calling to him than it was the spark itself calling. He knew it would still be a while, but that didn't matter.
Soon revenge would be upon those who defied him.
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"So, how much longer do you think this will take?" Optimus looked up at the incomplete hull of the enormous ship. Panels were missing in so many places, giving the ship a somewhat awkward appearance. This had been the first time he had actually came to check on it since its start. He was now scrutinizing it. He noted the sleek design was taking on a more Cybertronian design; however the earthen influences were also there.
Off to his left, a bunch of boxes sat, as did a bunch of flat screen televisions that varied in size from 24 inches to 80+ inches. He assumed these would make up the onboard computer, Wheeljack's current project. He knew this when he realized there was a mass amount of computer parts strewn over his lab earlier.
"Well, it would help if we had Energon to help convert the metal into something more useable, but working with what we have, it will still be a couple of weeks." Bumblebee said helpfully, also looking up at the giant.
Skywarp and Thundercracker both stood near. They had been contemplating Starscream for a while now, and finally they had decided to believe their Commander. They had come to speak to Vector Prime about it when they saw Bee, Optimus and Vector Prime speaking.
"Maybe Soundwave can help with the Energon infused metal?" Vector Prime stood and looked at the machine as well.
"How? I know he can manipulate Energon, but that is about it," Optimus replied. The Seekers listened to what Vector Prime had to say. They knew they would need to learn everything about their Commander in order to understand what all was going on, no matter how eccentric it sounded.
Vector Prime had no longer been hiding their story. Optimus was well aware of it when he had gone and told the human about whom and what he was. If someone happened to be in the room at the time, it was just that much better for him. He wouldn't have to explain it all later. Turned out there were a few mechs working on the ship, although Bumblebee was right beside Optimus. It was now that he decided to speak, "He has the ability to not only manipulate Energon, but he is the Guardian of Rarified Energon. This task gives him the ability to also fabricate different types of Energon from his own reserves. After awakening it, it may have also turned on the pumps that he used to work with the different types of Energon which ran freely through his lines,"
"Starscream never told me what Rarified Energon was,"
Vector Prime's arms dropped to his side in disbelief, "What? Rarified Energon is what helps run Primus! It was under your feet the entire time! It runs through the entire body of Cybertron and also what you might find in all sparks of femme Cybertronians, since it was also laced throughout the Allspark and is what helps to power the Allspark. Soundwave Prime was appointed to guard it because there is so little, found on very few… planets." Optimus did not miss the growl on the last word, nor the look that momentarily cross the Guardian's face.
"Why is it no one said anything about it?"
"Possibly he may have taken it to his core, to protect it further and to keep it out of the wrong hands," Vector said gently, his optics roaming around the ship, taking in every intricate detail.
"What you told that human," Bumblebee spoke up, "that's all true isn't it?"
"Yes, young one, it is," Vector Prime replied, "just as Wheeljack was telling the truth," Some reason when he looked down to the small bot, he felt that this one believed everything.
"So Soundwave really is an Ancient?" Bee asked, hopeful Vector would explain. He was curious about this. The curiousness began when Vector Prime had arrived in the first place. He started to think that what Starscream was telling held some truth to it.
"He is. As are the Twins. They were the first twins sparked. I really have no information as to why Primus created them, but they both received a purpose after the war,"
"What war, Vector?"
Vector Prime grimaced slightly, "Nothing you should concern yourself with at the moment," He looked back up at the ship, "I am going to go find Starscream and I will also ask Soundwave about his help,"
"Please do," Optimus suddenly spoke up. Vector Prime nodded to both of them before making his leave. Bee's optics followed the Prime until he disappeared, "For some reason I find myself believing his stories,"
"Why would he lie to us Bumblebee? Wasn't Starscream enough proof that there was more to our history that we were denied?"
"I didn't want to believe it at first. I guess it was just so farfetched it sounded too crazy to believe,"
"There will be a lot more to learn. We are leaving because Starscream fears something bad is coming here. He also says that Megatron will be a threat. Vector arriving only confirms his stories," Optimus' optics went back to the ship, "Vector also says that everyone will be briefed on everything soon,"
"What are they hiding?" Bee asked, "Why are they being so secretive. It's like they've created their own little clan in our group."
"They are in a league of their own, Bumblebee," Optimus turned when he heard footsteps behind him. He caught sight of the one making the noise, "Soundwave," he nodded.
"I heard you wanted my help with Energon," the Specialist replied with his own nod.
"Yes, Vector said that you may be able to help with reinforcing the hull and mechanics with Energon," Optimus nodded toward the ship.
"Soundwave?" Bumblebee suddenly called out.
Soundwave's visor went to the youngling, "Yes Bumblebee?"
"It's true isn't it?" he asked, looking down, "All that I heard, it's all true,"
"Very much so and there is so much more to learn." Soundwave replied.
"At least it explains your strange abilities with Energon. Ratchet often wondered why you had extra pumps and Energon refiners when he did those physicals," Optimus said with a hint of wanting to know more.
"Ah yes," Soundwave nodded, "The extra pumps were to help create Energon should the need arise. The refiners were used for the same thing only to refine the Energon to be used for different processes. I am probably the only one who can touch pure Rarified Energon anymore,"
"Hey Soundwave," Bumblebee asked, looking up to the mech who gave him his attention when he heard his name, "How comes your dialect changed?"
"Because when I worked under Megatron, he had managed to brainwash me down to my main functions in a way and made me his priest. I can't explain it all, and I am not sure when or how. That memory is gone. I had that drone since could remember at the time. But now I know it was Megatron," He said, coming to his own questioning how Megatron had that much power over him. He quickly shook it off, "Excuse me," he said gently, and headed for Perceptor, who was working on another panel to the ship. Optimus watched him walk off, realizing the mech had a lot more secrets than he was telling. Hell all of them seemed to have a cryptic air about them except the twins. They hadn't looked like they changed – much.
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Starscream sat in his quarters, going over in his mind everything. So they had a few more of the Ancients, even if the twins weren't showing their past ways much. They were still acting like a pair of idiots at times, which didn't bother him. He glanced up at the door as it opened, seeing Vector Prime there, "Hello again," he said gently.
"Good evening – I believe the term is," Starscream nodded to him.
"For some reason, we will not be able to stop the Fallen. Right now he is of no threat to us, and there is nothing that could get him from his prison. What I don't understand is why." The Seeker said, watching the door close.
"Perhaps because we don't know who it is,"
"I know who he is. That's what bothers me the most." Starscream sat up slightly, "Megatron.I told you this before."
"Who exactly is Megatron?" Vector asked. Just because he was the guardian of space and time, didn't mean he knew everything. In fact, he was just that, the guardian.
"Megatron was Lord High Protector of Cybertron and the Allspark before the Autobots shot the Allspark into space to protect it when he felt he needed it. Sound familiar?"
"Yes, it sounds like The Fallen when we were fighting Unicron. He turned on us then. But I thought we trapped him with Unicron,"
"So did I, but when I went over my memory, I found it to be disturbingly similar, and going back on his history, it only made sense as to why he had been appointed that position. He would always be close to the Allspark. Perhaps it was The Fallen who came up with the Decepticons and not Megatron himself,"
"That doesn't make any sense,"
"It makes perfect sense," Starscream said sitting up straight, "perhaps it was deep programmed into his spark that he had this purpose, and waited for the right time to strike. He perhaps didn't know what drove him and he followed. It would also explain my needing to be by his side all the time, even working with the Decepticons,"
"Why would anyone follow the deranged Decepticons? Especially if all that they lived for was to kill and follow under Megatron's rule,"
Starscream shrugged, "Some were perhaps restless and joined with Megatron when he decided to rise up against Optimus Prime out of boredom," He looked away, "I cannot figure out how he will be a threat. His body is at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean,"
"There is no way to get him out of there – much less bring him back to life unless Unicron himself comes to Earth and resurrects him." Vector assured.
"But he will rise again," Starscream said in a warning tone as he blinked a few times, trying to figure this one out. He hadn't allowed his mind to go into too much detail about it, but now that he had someone who he could speak to about it, he could possibly get help in understanding the situation, "I am still trying to decide when to tell them everything,"
"I mentioned it should be before we leave, but the way things are going, no one will believe us until they see Unicron for themselves, or one of the viewings,"
"We don't need viewings anymore, remember? Soundwave can find the silent memories now."
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Soundwave continued to help supply the Energon per Perceptor's request and also helped with reinforcing the hull of the ship, "Does Wheeljack really expect us to believe that you and the twins are really Ancient fairytales?" the scientist's voice asked.
"Why not? It would explain a few things, no?"
"But it's scientifically impossible."
"Improbable, perhaps… as for impossible," Soundwave paused and smirked behind his faceplate, "ask Vector Prime to show you,"
"I have tried going over scenarios in my processor trying to figure it out. Yes, you might have some… strange abilities, but it doesn't coincide with the past at all."
"Oh, it does, far more than you realize,"
"So you really believe you are one of them, then? You believe this story?"
"I cannot deny who and what I am, Perceptor. Sometimes science cannot answer questions to the truth that you see in front of you,"
"So you really think you're some sort of ancient being from Cybertron?" Perceptor let out a huff as he spread another rag full of the Energon over the next panel.
"It isn't what I think, it's what I know." Soundwave proceeded to help wipe up a different panel, "Take Vector for example, do you believe in what he had told the human?"
"I cannot answer that. I have yet to have proved the existence in which he claims to be guardian of."
"But yet here he is,"
"That begs the question as to how he got here. How did he get into the base and scare the slag out of Prowl?"
"He walked through a tear in time and space. Do you not remember him speaking of his sword, Rhisling?"
"I remember, I just doubt it," Soundwave chuckled at him as he shook his head. Sometimes these guys were just way too much.
And that is when Ironhide had made his appearance from the innards of the Starship. He pulled himself free from it and walked up to Perceptor and Soundwave, "Ah, found a way to underpin the hull, I see,"
"It's simple," Soundwave explicated, "I refine the Energon specifically to be used as a coat over the panels. I will refine a different type of Energon for the lines and the engines of the ship once we get to it,"
Ironhide gave Soundwave a hiked optic ridge, "What, you got an endless supply of the stuff – how exactly do you refine it for different uses?"
"I create normal Energon and refine it for its needs." Soundwave replied without looking away, as he heard Ironhide snort, "Well that's a first, never heard of you doing that before," Perceptor looked up at Ironhide and swiped his hand sideways in front of his own neck, trying to tell the Weapon Specialist to stop while he was ahead. Ironhide didn't heed, "how?" he asked, giving a glare at Perceptor before looking back towards the Communications Specialist.
"When I was reawakened a few days ago, the pumps became active as well," Soundwave explained, still not looking away from his work, "because I am the Guardian of Rarified Energon, I can also manipulate regular Energon,"
"What the slag is Rarified Energon?" Ironhide suddenly asked, completely confused by the Communications Officer's admission.
"Have Vector explain it to you," He said in a no nonsense tone. Ironhide felt a bit taken aback by the tone and he huffed, "You're all a bunch of freaks," he threw his hands into the air as he turned to go back to his work.
Soundwave lifted his head slightly. Yes, Ironhide would be one of the mechs that would take seeing Unicron himself to believe what they were saying. He sighed and went back to helping Perceptor.
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Meanwhile, inside the base Cliffjumper had hit a snag in his own work, "Hey Ratchet!" he walked into the empty, save for the medic, rec room. Apparently he had had enough of his bay for a while.
"Are you hurt?" Ratchet growled from his position at a table as he worked on something.
"Well," Cliffjumper suddenly stopped, "No, but…"
"But what?" Ratchet's aggravated voice rang out.
"Well, I need your help on something before I finish, I want to make sure it is correct," Ratchet turned his head and gave Cliffjumper the evil eye, but said nothing, in which Cliffjumper assumed to be a 'go ahead' and he pressed two fingers to his 'temple' and through projectors in his optics, showed Ratchet the schematics to a part of the bridge of the ship. Ratchet set down his tools, "I can't help you,"
"Why not?"
"I'm a doctor, not a Constructicon, Cliffjumper,"
"But I really need your help right now!" Cliffjumper proceeded to point out where he needed help, "See that? Right th-"
"I fix things, I don't build things." Ratchet replied, cutting the Minibot off with a growl, watching his projector shut down.
"But you always said-?"
Ratchet tilted his head, running a fake diagnostic over the Minibot, making him squeak in surprise, "Something hit you hard on the cranium I think, med bay, now, for a full and very painful physical examination," Ratchet pointed with mock anger.
At this, Cliffjumper deflated, "… I'll go ask Wheeljack,"
"I thought so," Ratchet turned back to his work without another word, a small smirk playing across his face.
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Meanwhile, back in Starscream's quarters, the pair that stood there was still trying to figure out how Megatron was supposed to return. If they left Earth and got to Primus before Unicron had a chance to escape, he would go there instead of Earth, so how exactly was he going to resurrect his follower? Neither came up with anything, even with Vector's abilities, he was still limited and saw no rhyme or reason. Suddenly Vector's optics went wide and he let out a muffled cry as he reached for the orb in his chest. Starscream startled, "Vector? What happened?"
Vector about went to his knees, as if he had been shocked, "Unicron," He said roughly, "he's hitting the tear again," Starscream placed a hand on his shoulder. He knew there was nothing he could do. There was nothing anyone could do.
Next Chapter: "Welcome to the Ark, boys,"
