Sorry for the long wait, school's starting to pick up and my few opportunities to escape my house in favor for one with a computer were filled with fairs. I've gone to two myself, and evidentially there was another one others in my family had gone to. May I just tell you all I'm the kind of person that loves fairs, and hates shoes? I don't like them; they confine the feet and limit freedom.
Anywho, sorry again about the last update. I had to put that up there. I know all too well the excitement of seeing a story you like was updated, only to find it was a notice. But still, whoever did that, thanks. It was just my uncle & brother, but that doesn't mean I wasn't any less upset with them.
I hope you're all alright with my choice in altform; I just couldn't pass up the opportunity. You can look up a picture on Google images. On with the story, hope you like it.
I eyed the rapidly approaching tomb with distaste. Everything's changed. I'm practically alien, the Decepticons probable, more than likely, have a new Allspark, and Bee's got a new alt. Yeah, yeah, I know he had to get a new altform so we wouldn't be followed. His windows are so tinted there's no way anyone'll see me, but they can all still see him. I'm not complaining; it was my idea actually.
But, I just couldn't get over his choice. What did he choose? Why, a yellow 2012 VW Beetle of course. What else?
I chuckled again.
"What?" he demanded, up tight? The whole situation was tightening his gears just as much as it was mine.
"I don't think you could have picked a more fitting car." I repeated from a few hours ago. Hey, if I don't have something to laugh about, I'm probably going to start freaking out. But there's no reason to freak out, because we're going to win. Optimus Prime will lead our forces to victory as he's done dozens of hundreds of times before.
"I thought so." his voice was a bit more relaxed, feeding off my eccentrically light mood. We can't both be blowing up in the processors, then going abroad will mean nothing and we'll be gone quickly anyways. Not good. None of this is good.
"I hate this place." I muttered as he let me out just outside the main door to the room hiding the tomb. He transformed, not looking too much different, and picked me up before walking in. "It gives me the creeps. Why couldn't we just hide in Hawaii? Or, you know, the Pit?"
"You don't mean that." he said softly, but we were really just talking to make noise. We both knew it.
"Couldn't be worse could it?" I looked around, wondering how they'd managed to replace the wall we destroyed before Egypt. It was solid alright. "How do we get in?"
"Through here." Bee did some techy-security stuff and revealed it wasn't actually just a wall. They must have left a way to get in here because, you know, it was the tomb of the ancient Primes. It closed behind us and I found out how eerie this place really was. It wasn't dark in here; it was more like an unknown source of light shone from nowhere. The room was a pale, dim, and cob-webby, space. I shifted against him, absorbing as much heat as I could. We were essentially hiding in a room with a bunch of dead guys.
"Let's, ah, look for a corner." he took another step in. He couldn't say 'a corner away from them' because the tomb was literally made from them. I looked down at the outstretched hand that once held the Matrix. It was all the worse for me, and not because of the weird dream a while back, but because I got no traces of life from any of them. No life, no ghost life, no traces of life, and no aura. It was like they were just carved out of metal.
I shuddered.
"Let's just try to make the most of this." Bee urged, sitting down in the best place we could find. Right next to the largest, on a flat of rock. "You've already hidden our sparks, right?" I nodded. I'd done long before we got here.
"Yeah." I looked around at them all. "Yeah." I looked away and huddled closer. It was so quiet, like we were at a funeral. There was that air of respect about us, but it was still kinda creepy. Well, a little more than 'kinda'.
"Let's get to recharge." he said after a minute. We'd gotten up at seven this morning, after powering down at midnight. And it was only ten. But, what else could we do? Sit here in silence because neither of us could really speak in the presence of his dead ancestors? His... mine too, aren't they? They were the first seven, or six, Primus created and they used the Allspark for their power. When they basically turned out to be a failed experiment because they ran out of non-life bearing stars to harvest, Primus used the energy the Allspark still contained and created the transformers I know today. And then Primes are, of course, direct descendants of Primus himself.
All transformers have sparks granted to them from the Allspark, right? Where did the Allspark get the energy? From Primus and Unicron. The Original Primes had only Primus spark energy. It was too much for them, too good, and so one fell as hard as he could and turned into the first Decepticon. Now, each Transformer has a balance of good and evil so they don't turn into the extreme evil like The Fallen had. So, no one is pure good, and no one is pure evil. Autobots have just better embraced their Primus spark energy and have slight more of that. Same with Decepticons, but with Unicron spark energy.
Only, Primes don't have any Unicron spark energy, they really are pure good. Only more reason to say Optimus is awesome. That's why Primes are naturally the Autobots' leaders and why they automatically get great respect. But, to keep good and evil balanced and prevent the Prime from corrupting to keep the balance, another transformer is sparked with a surplus of Unicron spark energy. In this case, we all suspect this was Megatron.
I sighed and rolled over, hoping sleep would come. See? This place made you dwell too long on things like this. Things that made you feel small and about life itself.
Again, creepy.
Sleep didn't come easily, but I could bring myself more out of the physical world and into a semi-dream world. The line between our emotions became more definite and I became more aware of the link itself. He was on my side, holding tightly to me on this side. I found myself lost in between. That wouldn't help anything. I followed along the link toward his side and found my place there. Crossing ends strengthened the link.
I don't know what happened, but I was suddenly asleep and, surprise-surprise, facing the Original Primes.
"Before you say anything, it's not my fault." I groaned. "We're hiding. There's a battle coming."
"We know." One said. "Many will perish."
"Great to know. You know what, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell me which side will die more." I frowned and hunched my shoulders.
"That is your choice to remain ignorant. You are the only one with the choice to learn the outcome, yet you choose not to."
"'Cause I'm the only one you guys are stalking, aren't I?" I looked around, wondering if there was some door that lead to a normal dream. I'd had normal dreams for about four days now.
"No, because you play a key part in the outcome." great.
"Don't tell me." I clenched my eyes shut. "You guys are powerful, and you know the future. Couldn't you just stop this from coming?"
"No. It is important to come." I sighed.
"Let me go. Let me get some peace in the brainless drabble of pointless dreams. Please." I begged.
"You can't escape from this anywhere. You need to prepare." another urged.
"Urg. Personal trainers. Going to teach me to transform? That'd be great, you know, but not possible." Here, I didn't seem to have that connection to Bee to keep me sane.
"No, you must further the gift you were given. You've already accomplished great feats without it. You know how to survive without your gift, and you know you don't have to use it for everything. Now you must learn how to use it."
"I can use it. The Autobots don't even know I have it, that's using it. I can fly, I can keep away from Bumblebee when he doesn't cheat. I can multitask with it. More than before." I pointed out.
"But you don't know how to use it." One that hadn't spoken urged. This one was a femme.
"They can do this without me. All I've got to do is keep Bee and I safe. They'll be fine."
"The Decepticons want you. They don't want the others, and they don't want Earth. They want you." They know. How? Is that why there's so many?
"Yes." ok. Right. You can read my mind too. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
They actually seemed to flinch back a bit.
"Seek out our sparks, and try to give us life." the first urged.
"You're too far dead. The Allspark itself couldn't give you life now. Not without filling your bodies with another spark. There's no trace of your sparks left to pull back." I complained. It can't be possible.
"Just try. Don't give up. Try until you've finished." finished? What does that mean? Until you're alive again?
I waited for an answer, but none came. They left my head. I repeated the question out loud. "What do you mean by finished?"
"You'll know."
"I don't want to know." I grumbled. "Send me back to Bumblebee. Please, I don't want to be here at all."
One nodded, I lost track of who said what, and suddenly I was back awake. It was somehow brighter in here, as if the sun shone in through the meters of rock surrounding us. Bee was just coming out of recharge as I was.
Time flies when you're having fun. Even more when you're being told by six dead 'bots that you've got to try to bring them back to life.
I'll update again soon. Hopefully. I will update another story today, I promise you that.
In other news, I've recently become interested in their origins/religion. I've done research about how they came about and I just mixed a few and added some of my touches. I wrote that before and it was so complicated and seamless, I swear it was a real religion. (Of course it's real, Cybertron exists. Right?)
Yay! I might be getting a laptop for Christmas. So maybe, about a 60% chance, I'll be able to update these stories for you all freely. I can't wait.
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