Change in Sparks
Me: Warnings are in past chapters. Now, a guest speaker!
Nova: Dammit, Ratchet! Stop pestering me! I am fine!
Ratchet: You can talk now! This is not okay! You couldn't, last time I saw you, and then you show back up and can talk! You are going to tell me how!
Nova: Ratchet, Primus granted me it, okay? Now, does that satisfy you?
Ratchet: *grumbles* Not enough.
Me: I will leave you two alone. And I am- *Television starts blinking with words "Announcement!"* What now?
T.V.: This chapter is going to be WAY different than the movie! Reason: want to spice it up a bit.
Me: Soundwave! Are you doing this?!
Soundwave: ;-)
Me: :( Dammit. Guess that couldn't stay a secret, could it?
"Talking/English"
"Thoughts"
'Primus & Other Gods'
"Telepathy speech"
:Radio:
Megatron's Mind
Areus- God of Time
Cerena- Goddess of Destiny
Ycnia- God of Souls
Gezna- Goddess of Governance
Bavlene- Goddess of War and Duty
Dineyar- God of the Afterlife
Emis- Goddess of Victory
Ulnir- God of Marriage
Darion= Purple Dragon
Irene= Bronze Hippogriff
Aleah= Grey Dragon
Efren= Blue Dragon
Scott= White Hippogriff
Conrad= Brown Manticore
Sarai= Blue Thunderbird
Marko= Black Hippogriff
Nova= Green & Black Dragon/ Blue & Grey Seeker
And that's when the tank appeared. It took a potshot at those that were transformed, and we scattered. The human soldiers took cover behind the rubble, while the bots hid behind building or transformed down to their alt. modes. The two other Shapeshifters and I took to the air, circling the tank- the first clockwise, the other counter-clockwise, and the last clockwise- but it was difficult to do so with buildings. But we managed. I breathed fire onto it, making the flames lick it around the edges. It seemed to not care as it went forward, running over cars and shooting the soldiers.
That's when Jazz, Ironhide, and Ratchet zoomed forward.
Ironhide was the first one to come closer, and as the tank let lose two shells, 'Hide transformed and flipped over them, and did the same to another one.
Jazz came in form the side, transforming and jumping onto the tank, his agile body making him hard to catch as the foe transformed. "Come on, Decepticon punk!" he said, and as he knocked one set of missiles off, said tank gripped the saboteur and threw him into the side of a building.
Ironhide fired at the tank, just as it did the same to him. Both shots miss, and Jazz slides in front, reflecting one missile back onto the tank. Ratchet comes in from the side and leaps, flipping and using his chainsaw to cut off an arm.
Meanwhile, us Shapeshifters are not standing by idly. After Ratchet, the Thunderbird, Sarai, quickly called down a thunderbolt to hit the tank at Marko and I's command. The electricity made a 'pop'-ing noise as the arc's danced across the tank's body, before it collapsed in a smoking heap on the ground. The soldiers and Autobots looked up at us, amazed, before the sound of a big hunk of metal landed on the ground drew our attention to an alleyway off to the side.
"It's Megatron! Retreat!" Jazz shouted.
"Move!" Ratchet yelled.
"Fall back!" Jazz also yelled. My adrenaline was pumping as Jazz turned and held up this tiny shield; it couldn't compare to how large Megatron's weapons were. Jazz reflected one bullet before he was blown backwards. I growled and dove into the fray, lodging my bladed tail into his left shoulder and dug my claws into his helm and other shoulder. My teeth burrowed into his servo and I growled around it. Megatron growled right back at me.
"Ah, so you're the one that I saw earlier. I wondered what you were." his deep voice was not like Optimus'. The Autobot leader has a voice that made him regal; you want to follow him to the ends of the universe. Megatron... his instilled fear in opponents. But you could also follow him through fire. Two types of leaders with two types of leadership.
I narrowed my eyes, but then I softened it once we locked gazes. My vision spiraled into a tunnel; and a doorway to enter his mind appeared. I lightly tapped it, mentally, and before I went too far, I uncoiled my body from his to stand in front of him. Optimus came running around the corner, and I tapped into his mind as he came to stand next to us. Thus we both entered.
Communication and Cleansing had begun.
Third Person POV
When Nova and Optimus entered through the door, they stood in the middle of an arena. The middle was a round, metal pit with a pile of spare parts on one side. The stands were at least thirty feet from the floor, and it could hold a number of Cybertronians. Nova, standing at her normal nine feet, glanced at the poisoned, tree-like thing rooted deep into the ground close to them. Optimus was looking around carefully, and when the figure of Megatron came into the arena, he focused on him. Nova moved to the base of the tree, studying it and what it was doing.
"Optimus Prime. What are you doing here? And who is she?" Megatron growled, glancing between the two of them.
"Megatron. This is-"
"I am of no consequence to you. This thing, though, is." Nova cut the Prime off. She sent an apology to him, and he sent reassurance back. She turned to Megatron, whom looked at her, confused and angry.
"I do not see anything." he said with a hint of a sneer. Nova just raised an eyebrow and sent a pulse of magic, which revealed to him the veins of poison that twisted up and away like pipes under a building. He was small compared to the machine working away in the back of his mind.
"This is what we are here for." Nova commented.
"What is this?! How did it get in me?!" Megatron snarled, and turned his bright red optics onto Optimus and her. He barred his fangs at them. "You! You were the ones to place this here! I should-"
"Actually, we weren't. This has been growing here for millions upon millions of years. Mind Decay, my people call it, but it started with an outside source. And there is only one way to rid of it when it is this deep." Nova moved towards the tree, a white light reached from within her to attach itself to the thing, and just as Optimus protested, she melded as one with the tree.
A large pulse of light surrounded the entire area, blinding the two leaders.
Outside Megatron's Mind (Third Person)
As soon as Nova entered, everyone seemed to slowly stop fighting, and the Autobots and Decepticons moved to stand around the All-Shifter and their leaders. They eyed each other warily, but didn't say anything. When a bright light surrounded the three figures, they shielded their optics. When it disappeared, Nova, now in her regular form, seemed to sag forwards, crashing to the ground. Well, she would have, if not for Megatron catching the smaller figure. Optimus and Megatron locked optics, and seemed to come to the same conclusion, nodding. They grasped each others servos, then looked at the current problem.
Both sides looked incredulously at each other. Their leaders were not fighting anymore? What happened in Megatron's mind? Starscream decided to voice everyone's confusion. "What is this?! Did this thing-" he paused when the Autobots growled. "-change you so much so that you don't have your ambition anymore?"
"Starscream. This being has no doubt saved my life. I lost my way long ago. She has brought me back." the once-Decepticon leader-for once- did not growl. Just spoke with a civil voice. And it struck many there wrong.
Optimus noticed the black blood dripping from the back of Nova's neck.
What he didn't know was that Marko carried out the assassination that the Senate had hired him to do. While he didn't want to do it, he saw he as a mistake that shouldn't have happened, and the team looked down on the two factions from the rooftops. "Marko, are you sure you should have done that? She is the All-Shifter, after all." Irene said.
"Was. The abomination is alive no longer. I made sure of that. And you know the Senate asked me to do this. They order; I carry out the tasks given." her mate replied, gazing down with no remorse.
Darion and Efren looked down at the scene and felt sorrow. They glanced at the others before each other, and slipped away, along with Sarai. The Thunderbird, though only knowing her for about an hour, saw a pure and kind soul, and saw the horrible things that shouldn't have happened. She didn't agree with her father's decision, and had to give comfort to the Autobots.
Optimus grew concerned when he saw the amount of blood pooling, and it seemed Ratchet did too. When he found the bleeding and gaping hole in the back of her neck, he swore. "Damn her for this idea! May the Pit chew her up and spit her back out for the self-sacrificing attitude she seems to have!" he growled as he started to try to fix the wound. But he swore once again once he realized he didn't have the materials to fix it.
The puddle grew larger still.
"Ratchet? What's wrong?" Prowl asked, his tone deceptively calm. Under that, though, he was panicked. What would make Ratchet swear like that other than... oh. "Dear Primus." he thought.
Jazz was worried. The little femme had gotten a special place in his spark when she showed them what happened to her as a youngling. Oh he really wanted to go against Optimus' orders when they found the 'Sector Seven' men. But he held himself in check. He read enough of his doorwinged friend to know that he was of the same feeling. His friend's logic circuits probably suppressed the feelings, but he also had them, contrary to popular belief. (Sunny, Sides, looking at ya.)
When three of the Shapeshifters landed a ways away, no one really paid attention. The Autobots were too concerned about their friend, and the Decepticons were talking (arguing) with their leader a ways off, Starscream's screechy voice the most prominent among them.
Then, a soft, golden light surrounded Nova's unmoving body, and Ratchet looked concerned. Never a good thing. The light moved towards the center of her chest, then lifted higher into the air. Arms reached out and touched everyone there, freeing the bonds of the Decepticons and taking the pain away from the Autobots. The ball of gold formed the shape of Nova, and she looked down at Ratchet as he knelt over her body with a small smile. She soothed his feelings, and brushed the sorrow away. Even in death, she wanted them to be happy. She turned her head to the side and up as another corporal form joined hers. It was her father. His soft eyes gazed on his daughter with happiness. He wrapped an arm around her and they turned to walk away, turning back once with a wave and a laugh. Then, a doorway let them through, and they were gone.
For good.
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Or are they?