Notes: I'm back! Sorry I missed Wednesday, but this was kinda long and I do want to get to the end before I lose my train of thought for this. I'll make this quick.
Reviews!:
Moonview: Maybe scrapelts in book 2. You get a cookie for the idea. *Hands you a virtual cookie*
17: I know, right? People are crazy. Just in the news today, younger people are more susceptible to the virus, though old people are more likely to die. Did you see the part about the partygoers in Florida disregarding the "No more than 10 in a gathering" safeguard? Idiots! They're going to get infected!
Guest: Thank you! I do try to crank these out quickly so you all don't have to wait. Second reason is so I don't go so off track with this, I lose sight of where I'm going. And if you've got an idea for a story, don't be afraid to out it out there! It's not like everyone's going to know your name. That's why pseudonyms exist.
wolfimus prime: Tearing out Sentinel's voicebox sounds like a good idea. *Gives you a virtual cookie as well*
I'm on AO3 now! After I finish on this site, I'll put it on there and on Wattpad too. Then, I also have a request for a crossover to do after I get some sleep.
As always, I DON'T OWN TRANSFORMERS PRIME.
Bon appetit!
Previously on Little Gladiator:
Finally defeated, Bee hung his helm and nodded. Deaf to the desperate pleas of the bots behind him, Sentinel tossed the sparkling into the core, the light swallowing up the small form.
"BUMBLEBEE!"
x x x x x
The light was all around him. It covered him like a blanket from helm to pede without suffocating him, and warmed him from the inside out and back again. He floated through the bright expanse, perfectly content and...
He felt something solid. It brushed his pedes and made him giggle a little. The touch returned and dragged him in to tickle his soft abdomen. He couldn't stop laughing against the warm figure, whomever she was.
She. She was a femme, a familiar one, and when he could finally manage to open his optics, her face was familiar too. She was black and yellow with long, wavy microfilaments sprouting from her helm like organic hair, almost like Alpha Trion's beard, just not old and not on her face.
"Carrier?" he asked
"Yes, sweetspark?" she replied.
"Carrier!" He jumped up and buried his face in her neck, purring contentedly. The Praxian femme laughed melodically and held him tight to her.
"Oh, Bumblebee. How I wished I could've been there for you. But I couldn't ask for better guardians than the ones you have now."
Bee looked into her sky blue optics and smiled so brightly, it made the light around them look pitch black. "I missed you, carrier."
"I missed you too, sweetie. But I've always watched over you, and will always keep watching you," she said.
"Will?" Bee asked. "Aren't we in the AllSpark? Aren't we-?"
"Dead?" A deep, familiar voice came from behind them. "I come here every orn to check on my children. That doesn't mean I die every orn."
"Sire?" Bee carefully slid from his carrier's grasp to greet the regal white, gold, and blue mech with large, angelic wings protruding from his back. The mech chuckled and held Bee close to his spark. The sound of the beating orb brought more memories to the surface of Bee's mind.
He was part of someone's spark then. He didn't know whose, but he could sort of make out the conversation it was having.
"Are you sure, Primus? The Covenant says he's to be a tyrannical warmonger! He'd abuse the poor thing!" someone outside the spark said.
Primus, that was the spark he was in, replied, "Love has strange ways, Prima. It can even melt the coldest sparks."
"We should've done this to Unicron then! See if the Chaosbringer himself would fall to love!" Prima exclaimed sarcastically.
"He's ready!" A feminine voice called from a short distance away. She came closer. "I don't know why you wanted a sparkling, though. And what about a spark? Kinda defeats the purpose of new life."
"Haven't you heard, Lussie? Primus has a plan. And when Primus has a plan, Cybertron is going to be thrown for a loop," Prima told her.
"I bet it's a war, Prima. Why else?" 'Lussie' said.
Soon the piece of the spark that was Bee's broke off and took hold in a newspark's frame that felt like his own. Held by gentle servos, he was carried to a small pod and placed in its comfortable interior. The moment the pod closed, his spark left and he heard the spark of his carrier beating right next to his, nourishing him, loving him.
"Ah, so the little tyke remembers us," the same voice from the memory spoke, but it jarred him back to the present. It was the first one who spoke. The mech was bright white and had silver plating peaking out from underneath it. Ancient Cybertronian script decorated his helm. Prima Prime.
"And I remember this little cutie!" the femme from the memory was a deep, metallic rose with thick cords of wire sprouting from her helm like hair. She had thick pieces of plating to protect her from her forge work, decorated with more old script. Solus Prime.
She snatched Bee out of Primus' grasp and mashed him against her in a circuit-breaking hug. "By the stars! My best cinnamon roll! He's so cute I just wanna eat him up!"
Bee managed to squirm out and plop onto the ground, which was covered by a relatively thin layer of fog. He tilted his helm cutely.
"What's a silly-moon woll?"
x x x x x
Megatron's protective instincts roared to life the moment Bee disappeared into the core. His optics flared a bright red and he insulted the Prime with everything he had, curses included.
"YOU FRAGGING SON OF A GLITCH PIECE OF SLAGGING SCRAP! HOW FRAGGING DARE YOU HURT MY SPARKLING! HOW DARE YOU! How... How dare you! My sparkling!" Megatron slid to his knees and vented heavily. It took all of his willpower not to cry in front of the idiot outside. Scythe soothed him as she sent heated glares toward the red mech.
Sentinel mocked him for it. "Aww. Is the wittle gwadiator gonna cwy? Does he want his bwankie? Ha! You're pathetic."
Suddenly the growling increased in volume. The source was coming closer and soon it rounded the corner. Grayed and rusted corpses ambled towards them, growling and moaning with their arms outstretched as if reaching for them. They were obviously quite dead, but their optics were shining brightly. However, they were a deep violet instead of the normal blues or even the rare yellow or orange.
"Megsy, what are those things?" Scythe asked.
Megatron looked up at the undead Cybertronians. "I don't know. I've never seen anything like them."
"Idiots," Sentinel grumbled, though it didn't seem to be directed at the couple. "When I told them to dispose of the creatures, I thought they were going to melt them down for scrap metal."
Sentinel brandished his dual-bladed sword and charged the monsters with a battle cry. Each time he sliced through one, more seemed to take its place. Soon, the Prime was surrounded on all sides, struggling to keep the horde at bay.
Some of the undead corpses were banging on the walls of the stasis field. Purple veins seemed to grow on the field wherever they hit it. Megatron and Scythe moved to the center, back to back, poised to strike should the swarm break through. Stasis fields may be impossible to break through, but one could never be too careful.
Their caution paid off when the field shattered. The duo charged together and made more headway than the doomed Prime. But just like him, they were soon surrounded with hundreds more on their way.
x x x x x
"Sire, what do I do?" Bee asked Primus once the god healed his dislocated shoulder. "Sentinel wants the Matrix, Scythe and Meggy are trapped, and I don't know what to do!"
"Your caretakers are doing very well at this moment. Don't worry about them, child," Primus consoled his creation.
"What about Sentinel?"
"What about the slagger? OW, FEMME! I swear all femmes were made like you!" Nexus Prime said. He and the six other Primes there had come to see the real live sparkling in the core. Bee's carrier had disappeared some time ago, but Bee would forever cherish the fresh memories.
Nexus could've done without the fresh memory of pain in one's groin.
"Nexi, we have a sparkling here! And all femmes are descended from me. You know that!" Solus exclaimed.
"But am I wrong about that wannabe Prime?"
The rose femme grumbled, "I suppose you're right."
The Prime of combiners crossed his arms. "Justified."
Primus shook his helm as his creations descended into argument. Turning to Bee, he said, "The Matrix will remain here until it's destined holder comes forth."
"Until then, we have a few gifts for you," Prima said after he had contained the 'Justifying Cursing in Front of Sparklings' argument.
From Solus, he got a thin strip of metal that slid over the top of his audials. "Think of it like a mini version of my Creation Lathe. You can project and alter models, use it as a console, and store data on it. And only you will be able to use it."
"A Mini Lathe!" Bee exclaimed.
"Yeah," Solus said, nodding mostly to herself. "The Mini Lathe. It has a ring to it."
From Nexus, he got the ability to become a Combiner when the time was right. "That won't be for a long time though," he said.
From Amalgamous, he received a modification to his T-Cog for a third form, accessible after he got the hang of whatever vehicle mode he chose.
Together, Onyx and Quintus gave him the ability to understand all life forms. "They won't be able to understand you, but you'll be able to understand any organism, organic or mechanical." Quintus said.
"Including past species like Predacons," Onyx added. "Aye. My best creations."
"They tried to eat everyone else!" Quintus exclaimed. Unfortunately, the beastly Prime was currently lost in his beastly la la land.
Vector Prime gave him an access code to create bridges wherever he desired. "If you feel that you can not handle the equations, you can always give the code to a more capable being."
Micronus gave him a very familiar blade.
"The blade Dagger got me for my sparkorn!" Bee exclaimed. "How did you find it?"
"All the energon wells are connected to the core. It fell on Nexus as he was in recharge," Micronus chuckled. "I trained you better than to let your guard down," he reprimanded him. Nexus spluttered and huffed at this.
Prima gave him a Prime's touch. "It will allow you to use our artifacts if you should ever come across them."
"Why's it called that?" Bee asked.
"Beats us," Liege Maximo said from behind them.
"Say, Maxi. What's your gift?" Solus asked.
"Does he need anymore? He must be overpowered by now!"
"Does it make you feel better if he can't access them until his youngling frame?" she asked.
Liege Maximo grumbled and knelt down to be closer to Bee. He connected to him via a data like cable in his wrist and uploaded something into him. "Scout coding. Faster reflexes, heightened senses, stuff like that." He yanked the sparkling to him so he could whisper, "There's a war brewing, sparkling. Best be prepared for it."
The Prime stepped back and look at Bee as if admiring his work. He grunted once and walked off to do... whatever dead Primes do in the AllSpark. The Primes toon their leave as well.
Primus sighed and hugged Bee tightly. "Well, I'd say it's time for you to return to your sire."
Doorwings skewed in confusion, Bee asked, "I thought you were my sire?"
Primus just smirked, "That may be, but I will never be your Meggy."
Bumblebee smiled and ran out in the direction his instincts told him was the exit.
x x x x x
Scythe beheaded the last corpse with her scythes and leaned on her knees. "Whew! I'm glad that's over." The moment she stood back up, a blaster fired and she gasped.
"I think not," Sentinel snarled.
"NO!" Megatron turned to see his lover grasping at a swiftly growing hole in her chest. Rust rapidly ate away at her frame as she fell to the ground. He rushed to her side, but the femme held up her servo for him to stop. "Scythe!"
"M-Meg-s-sy," she stuttered. "Don't touch... infect..."
All resolve gone, Megatron cried freely for the first time in centivorns. "No! Dearest, I can't lose you! I lost Bee. I can't lose you too!"
"Megsy. I love yooouuu..." Her optics faded as the rust took over her frame. Just nanokliks later, she was nothing but dust.
Sentinel stepped behind the mourning gladiator and tsked. "Oh, how the mighty fall." Deciding to make his enemy's death more painful, he switched his blaster to acid.
"No!"
Megatron could hear the sound of Bumblebee's voice already.
He aimed.
"Sire!"
Wait, it sounded real.
He fired.
Note: Uhh. Please don't hate me? *Points at Sentinel* That's the idiot that messes up Bee's life. I just write about it. Go kill him!
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