Nali, an island often forgotten about compared to other islands in the South Pacific. A volcano in the heart of the island surrounded by fields of rice. One dock existed here, where the natives and tourists fished. People living their lives here, trying to blend with the tourism industry. Although the vacation getaway wasn't the first thought in Viper's processor. He stood on the beach overlooking the sea and to the nearby islands.
So many small islands in the distance. Waves continued to go back and forth that'd sometimes reach his legs. Its saltwater, and with his enhanced metal frame, rusting should be no big deal. Still, now he remembered a few hours ago, back in Florida where he'd almost offlined. Viper looked down at his servo, seeing how there wasn't any damage on his frame. How did it heal? Last memory he'd remember either as a 'dream' or awake was because of the pool back within Primus. After standing there for a while, he'd start walking. Then noticing Nightbird following him.
Some music came back to his processor. Thinking about what he'd often listen to during times of briefing. For how much the Decepticons hated humans, they enjoyed those flesh and blood tunes. Viper himself wasn't sure what he enjoyed, now knowing the truth, he'd have to look deep in to figure out what he liked.
Viper glanced at her, wondering how she'd dance with how flexible she is. It left a soft smile on his lips. Good thing he had that mouthplate, or he'd get slapped. Funny how a good amount of Cybertronians wore mouthplates. A subtle attempt to to hide their identities. It left him wondering so much, but that's history. The lost eras of knowledge gone to time, unless those 'dreams' say otherwise. He looked up to the Sun, what a beautiful star. When he first came to life…
A shock of pain spiraled in him, twisting and contorting his frame. Nightbird knelt down. "Viper!"
"A relapse, frag this hurts! Why do I have to endure these?!"
"I wished I knew. Come on, Impactor's waiting for us." She supported him up and waited for his own legs to work. "What was it?"
"Birth again, I hate how it still hurts."
"I still wonder why Cobra did that to you. To erase your memories, what little you had."
"Stupid humans, I'm hating them the more I see them."
"Such a shame our next targets are on an island. Tourists will flock anywhere."
"But, I guess this is our vacation away from the war."
The ninja chuckled, bringing a bit of light to Viper's misery. Such a laugh, it made him wish for moments like this. Excluding the pain of course.
Impactor stood at the top of a cliff overlooking the only village. Oobserving the big town near the coast. The gateway to the ships that'd lead people to and from here. How those humans can leave their regular lives and enjoy their vacations. To imagine the Cybertronians having vacations sound so fascinating. But, they're too ingrained within their war to open up their optics to new possibilities. Once noticing the duo, he gave them a glance before returning to the village.
"So, what are we trying to look for?"
"John and Nancy Higgins, they're marine biologists. Involved with the project due to their understanding of nerve systems. Ways for a machine to feel pain, or, did they steal that from one of you Cybertronains?"
"Viper, no Cybertronian vanished in the 1980s on this planet. I've checked the records over and over as both Bot and Con."
"Still have access to those files?"
"Course, gotta keep my optics open for job opportunities on either side."
"Then keep checking for any updates. We can't let the Autobots or Decepticons pull anything funny on us." Viper began to scale down the cliff. His wings
"Odd, how come his armor's brand new?"
"Wished I knew." Nightbird shook her helm. She'd then leap down to the jungle below.
"Show off." Impactor scoffed before piercing his hook into the ground, taking his time to climb down.
With a graceful land, Viper stood up, listening to the fleeing birds pass by him. He watched in fascination, seeing their dazzling colors reflect against bright red glass. So many beautiful floral creatures of this world. A part of him wished he could belong to this world, but no. After what happened, it left him no possibilities to understand. The fear of seeing everything through broken lens.
"Didn't expect you here first before me." Nightbird chimed, turning her helm to the direction of the main hub of this island. "First place we can search through, at least, with the targets."
"Yes, Its so strange we haven't heard anything from Megatron, outside of Impactor."
"Do you plan to ditch him?"
"No, not yet, he's helped us out with that ship, so we can at least let him see the sights of Earth. Might be a sightseer."
"We both don't know Impactor. He's still a stranger to the both of us. It makes me worry."
"Keep an optic on him, and if he tries anything, then shut him off." He began to walk through the jungle, pushing aside any foliage.
Nightbird shook her helm, turning to see Impactor landing nearby. "There you are, I was nervous you got lost." She giggled.
"Rocks are nothing compared to what I've endured. So tell us the plan."
Viper began. "Based on what I managed to see, its best to split up and search for the two humans. Nightbird will go to the village, Impactor at the beaches, and I will explore in the volcano."
"Volcano? Wouldn't my Energon Mineblaster help through the rocks?"
"Best not to alert anyone to what we're doing, or that any Cybertronians exist on this island. We've done a bad job at that over in America, so let's see how long that goes here. If we find anything, comm any of us and we will meet back at the shuttle to figure out the rest."
Before Nightbird or Impactor could argue, the dark blue mech transformed and flew off.
"Scrap, of course I get the beach."
"Sad you didn't bring your swimsuit?" Nightbird giggled.
"Imagine me in one of those things and I'll carve a large hole in your helm to get rid of those thoughts." The orange mech sneered, before he transformed and drove away.
"Viper, I hope splitting up is a good idea. Every other time I've heard of it happening, it never turns out right." Her armor adjusted into the sleek car shape, with a hologram emerging to take hold of the wheel. The village shouldn't be too far, but her processor focused on Viper. What could he find at the volcano? Why did Impactor seem to go in his direction?
Thundercracker tapped his digit onto the dashboard in a fast rhythm. Skywarp lay on the floor behind the seats. Gun resting on his side as his optics would light up for a moment. Hound lay in front of the black armored Seeker, still resting "So, why do you think they bugged him?"
"Bugged him? Humans can't trust us. We aren't like their toasters or something. To them, we're big hunks of machinery that can be their toys or threats." Cobra came back to his processor on that thought.
"Yeah, that's what happened to me, darn Megatron, throwing me and Soundwave too! I'll never forgive them for it! I wished my luck was like Starscream!"
"I remembered hearing a conversation about that from Breakdown and Swindle. They said it was during Unicron's madness. Both of them mentioned seeing Starscream's ghost. He used the ancient workshops that first crafted us to gain his, well our very old alt modes." Thundercracker spoke up, hearing the irritant huff from his partner.
"I sometimes miss being a Tetra Jet, right now, my frame feels so strange and these heels, I sometimes trip on these." Skywarp mentioned, lifting his leg for better prominence.
"Don't worry Sky, we'll get it figured out. Feels strange that of us three, I'm the only one without a change. I'm hoping that means I won't get bitten in the aft for that."
"Who knows, anything can happen." Skywarp stretched. "Do you know where the other Autobots are at?"
"We should be getting close, they did insist we meet at this beach so we'd be private. Unless Viper caused more problems for us. To think, him going rogue is the least of our problems. Where do you think Sentius Malus is?"
"I don't know and I don't care. I can't trust him, he's predicted whenever I'd teleport! How does anyone know how to do that!? Do you know how scary it is? To hear with precise smoothness in his voice, like he could see into the future or something!"
"Ease up Sky, Hound may be listening in on this. I know I shut him off, but you never know with Autobot programing."
"Yeah, I remembered those days. Do you think its enjoyable here?" Skywarp got up from the floor and wrapped his arms around the pilot seat's headrest, looking down at TC.
"If we weren't fighting? Then I can call this home, but, its too early to say. I'll wait a few more million years."
"Its been four million!"
"Sheesh, when did you get all serious?"
"When I felt Cobra mechanics tearing my head apart. Piece by piece." Skywarp hissed, wings flared.
"Scrap, that does suck."
"Ya think?!"
TC shook his helm, turning his attention to the window. "Ah, we're almost at the beach. Keep your voice down and we should get out of this interaction alive."
"Thundercracker, do you think, if it wasn't for Starscream, would we be rouges out in the galaxy far away?"
"Eh?" He turned his helm to Skywarp, who now had his arms dangling from the front of the passenger seat.
"Well, I mean, its because of our friendship with Starscream. The reason we chose the Decepticons in the first place."
"I know, a part of me wonders what would've happened had he still been friends with Jetfire."
"Oh, right him, they used to be good friends, we used to be good friends, even he managed to handle my pranks with a smile."
Thundercracker nodded, looking back outside to see the beach. "Well, this means we're going to be near the Autobots. I hope they'll get rid of that bug. I don't want the other Decepticons on our coattails."
"Starting to use human terms now?"
"I've been wanting to learn about it, because its what we're surrounded by for so long. Things change Skywarp, and I wished we could be back home. I miss Vos, makes me wonder how Viper would think about it. A city devoted to the sky."
The ship lands into the soft ground sending sand everywhere. The machine hissed, bearing warm engines that began to cool down. The door opened up and allowed TC and SW to stumble out with Hound getting dragged down the ramp and into the sand.
During the dragging session, both Seekers heard the clicks of guns and turned their helms.
"Why the guns, Autobots?" Thundercracker hissed.
"Wanting to make sure you aren't going to pull anything on us." Cliffjumper stood up from the dune. Grenade launcher in his grip. Springer and Sky Lynx emerged, as Perceptor hesitated to pop out before getting his gun out.
Thundercracker and Skywarp put Hound down in the sand. The red mech scrambled over to his friend, with missile launcher in grip. The Autobot scientist came up too and began to inspect the wounds. "Now lets see if we can find the tracking device before he wakes up." The group became quiet as they witness green armor popping off and lying on the sand.
Both Seekers stepped back. Best to give the scientist enough room to explore through his armor.
"Found anything new involving the Sentius Twins?" Thundercracker asked.
"No, whoever had access to the data about them wanted to make sure no one found it. They deleted the backup files too. I can't seen to find the login data since we have to scan our badges to identify who we are when we need to access the archives. Have you spoken with Soundwave yet on where Viper or Malus could be?"
"We didn't want to risk it during our ship travels, not with Hound nearby."
"Shouldn't we get your bug off ya?"
"Cobra's dead anyways, I don't think they'll try to find our tracking. Not after Viper's rampage." He glanced at the bright red symbol on his wing. "It still feels so strange to bear this." Skywarp frowned, before hearing a bang.
"Here it is." Perceptor spoke up, holding up the device. "Get rid of it anyway you can." He advised, letting Skywarp pick it up. With a toss, the Nightraven fired out a few shots from both his guns, letting it blow up.
"Not much of a light show. So, outside of us calling Soundwave, what are we going to do?"
"We need to find Viper or the Sentius Twins to get to the bottom of those murders. The Joes have been hammering us down for that. Not sure why, but I know they were hiding something from us." Perceptor sighed.
"I could try to hack into their systems to find a piece of it, they shouldn't have ease tracking my elegance." Sky Lynx pipped up.
"I hope so, the other Autobots shouldn't be able to find us. I know Optimus' smokestacks are fuming right now." Cliffjumper lowered his launcher, helping Perceptor on repairing the green Autobot.
Thundercracker stepped away, taking a deep vent. "I'll call him now, keep your voices down and pray he'll be nice."
The Autobots tensed, but nodded as the blue Seeker moved further from the group.
:: Soundwave? I need to hear from you. ::
In the desert base, the music mech focused on typing out information, then receiving the news. :: Thundercracker, where are you and Skywarp? Lord Megatron is not amused at your actions to leave the base without his order. ::
:: I know, do you have any clues where Viper went? Starscream ordered us to find him since he's a Seeker like mech. ::
He typed onto the computer, fishing out sensitive information. Soon coming across Viper's tracker. :: Nali, with Nightbird. Lord Megatron requests their return for upcoming raids. ::
:: Yeah, that's why we're looking for him, Thundercracker out. ::
:: You are near Autobot signals Thundercracker. :: Soundwave caught before the call could end.
:: Skywarp and I took care of them, we won't fail. :: He shut the link down before the music mech could add anything else. "Scrap, I hope he bought it." The blue Seeker bolted back to his fellow Cybertronians. "Nali!"
"Nali? The island located in the South Pacific? Why somewhere that far away?" Perceptor questioned.
"That's what Soundwave told me. Nightbird's there too, Megatron wants them back sometime for upcoming raids. Odd since I remembered Viper getting a vacation after destroying Cobra."
"Well, its best we head on over there and get some answers before the Sentius Twins or anyone else tries to intervene." Springer spoke up, with the rest of the group agreeing. They clamored to their ships and began another long flight to a new destination.
"Odd, what do you think is over at Nali?" Sky Lynx glided through the air.
"We are unsure yet, but this pattern of incidents still doesn't mean much to me. Why random areas of America, and now this island often forgotten about?" Perceptor examined the data within a chart he made.
"Unless that was what the Joes were speaking off." Cliffjumper added. Blue optics darting back to Hound as he rested on a spare seat. Soon, his blue optics came online. "What's going on?" He spoke, voice still recovering.
Cliffjumper grinned, hugging his friend. "We have so many things to talk about!"
"I hope things are going well, I got worried when they had to shut me down." Hound vented, but then his smile came back. "Its nice to be with you guys again." The other Autobots smiled.
Within the beach village, a sleek black and white car drove around. The driver was a woman wearing fancy clothes. She had a scarf covering her mouth, a bright purple one which flowed in the wind. Nightbird listened to the voices of those around her. It felt nice to drive and not fear getting attacked by either faction.
To hear the voices of the rich or elite ones, splurging money in this place. Pricy foods, jewels, tours, and what stuck out to her the most, a wedding boutique. Nightbird stopped to stare at the display of different wedding dresses and tuxedos. Human traditions to marry who they 'loved' the most. What is love, how does one define it as such?
Such a shame the books she tried to read never did translate them in a way that could make a human made machine understand. Never meant to have 'love' programmed in her. Once reaching a parking spot, she stared up at the bright blue sky. A part of her pondered what Viper was doing, or how attractive he'd look wearing a suit. Having a dapper grin, his wings flickering as he'd ask the most popular femme out on a date.
This memory gave her a chuckle, feeling life come back to her faceplates. Still, now to think about why she's here. The humans, the ones who were a part of Viper's mission.
This seems to be a good place to park, leaning back, listening to the music on her radio. Checking for anyone with features that the humans would bear. Sometimes, it'd be hard to identify people. Reminded her of some Decepticons trying to play Guess Who and ending up in rage over who kept getting it right. Even big ancient mechs, still acting like children.
Still, it felt nice for her to be among others, she wondered if Viper enjoys them too. Playing games, listening to music, and question what the future has to offer. She hoped to survive from the chaos. To try to understand what a true Cybertronian feels, and emotes.
It was hard to pry her optics from the window, wishing for more moments such as these to last longer.
Odd, Viper's being quiet. He'd often drop off daily reports or to test out his frame to show nothing's wrong with his frame. Such a shame that he often needs to get brought down a peg.
Nightbird contacted Impactor. :: Is there anything to report from Viper? ::
:: Nope, nothing yet, which is quite odd. I don't know if I can trust him if he didn't take the shuttle and left already. I'll go back to check if its still there. Found anything yet on the doctors? ::
:: No, I wished it was easier to figure out where they were. ::
:: Of course, sneaky bunch. I'll hack into the records to figure out where they are. Take it easy Nightbird, I know you're worrying, but it won't get us anywhere. ::
Nightbird took a deep vent before returning to driving away. She gave one last look to the wedding place. "Could things have been more simpler if I was a human." She leaned her holographic head back against the headrest and left.
Within the volcano, Viper stumbled about through the darkness. His bright blue optics illuminating the darkness. Dormant, nothing breathing life within the magma veins. Its like the Autobots and Decepticons, those who were in a deep sleep, then awoke once the volcano erupted. It made sense for the Decepticons to retreat from the Earth soil and try to find a way back home. At least…they had a way back home. Not being born in a forgotten facility and left to rot away.
An intense jab of pain swelled in his processor upon that thought. A few flashes of faint memories trickled into him. Viper yelled, kneeling down as his processor screamed in agony. Something…something deeper is trying to reach out to him. Nothing. Still the emptiness except for the blue man and his silver face. But, the memories or dreams, or whatever they were. Primus, he wished he could believe in Primus. But…if Unicron exists, so does he.
The pain subsided for now, leaving him taking deep vents. The ash greeted his vents, at least he didn't have to breathe, or else it would've been rough to think. Blue optics brightened as he resumed walking, a servo gracing the wall to support himself. Where could the humans be? Why did he choose this place far from the sea? No humans can survive within a volcano, unlike what media often says.
Is it so he could find a place to reflect on what's happened in these past few weeks? Running away from the Decepticons, one following him. Nightbird, she's been so nice to him. Its quite sickening how much he cared for her. Impactor still left uncertainty in him, but there isn't much he can do about him.
Another memory flashed through his processor. Or, a dream? It was an orange femme, smiling as she offered a flower of pure crystal… Those optics, bright and innocent.
"Who are you?" He whispered, trying to walk as the pain kept blooming in his helm.
Viper exited the tunnel, entering into a giant opening within the volcano. The intense heat of magma greeted him below the ground he stood on. Its vibrant oranges, reds, and yellows greeted him as he walked on the rock path. "How could this have come to be?"
After a while, it became easier to ask these questions and expect no answers. He's done this for far too long than anyone should have. The heat soon became a comfort from the intense pain of his processor trying to remember. Small fragments turned into thick needles jutting into his body. Melting away in the volcano's dormant heat.
As he walked, an intense feeling welled up within. Viper turned his helm, acid gun in his grip, as he screamed. A large shadow encompassed him, roaring as everything turned to black.
Primus, what happened!? What was that?! I knew it was something, but now…I'm back here again. I tried to think about what happened, but this dream beckoned me to forget and think of where I am right now. Back in this place, where Sentius Nobilius and other Primes seem to be happy. Except, now in this place, I am further in time? I could tell things were different. The mech I was watching had stumbled upon a weak figure. Must've went down the same path as I did. I watched as an arm reached out to offer help.
This mech, he had such brilliant yellow green optics, innocence shining through. He looked so scared, but I noticed the chunks of material sticking out of his frame. What the humans called bismuth. Reminds me of the shards we'd gather back at base.
They shined bright as the mech got up, taking a look around. "W-who are you?"
The voice replied, but I could not hear him.
"Oh…where are we?"
I could assume he said something about the pathway of the archives. How did this mech and my host land here without as much as a scratch?
"They didn't give me a name, they said something to me and I kept it close. Where are we going? Are we far away from the facility?"
Facility? What time frame is this happening at? The voice distorted beyond my understanding. Anger is welling up in me, but I could do nothing.
"What are we doing?" I saw my host turning away, and could know that the other was following behind.
"Is this your home? I was being chased by others, will they chase after me here?"
No, no one's found us yet, none except for the Primes. In a way, he reminded me of myself, with how much innocence he reeked. Decepticons would've eaten him alive if he was around during the war.
"Oh, that's good, Bismuth is what they called me. I don't know anything else but to produce what they wanted. The mechs said that I'd bring hope to Cybertron, but I was so scared. They were hurting me, they wanted to take me away to places I do not know."
Were you born in a place such as I was Bismuth? I felt sad to hear it, because I had the freedom to emote. How could Cobra have done such a thing? To program such intense emotions in me. Unless, the readings were wrong. I'm so confused and trying to understand it all.
"I wished I knew what I could do." Bismuth replied to more words I could not comprehend. We continued our way through the shallow tunnels. Deeper and deeper we went until reaching into the confines of Sentius Nobilius. My host bowed, and so did Bismuth, with a bit of hesitation.
Nobilius, those optics, they stared at me like the Sentius Twins would do so. Makes sense, for he did become them, yet, how did it happen? Would I know the truth? Reminds me of one time I battled Sentius Magnus. How his bright golden optics stared deep into me. That feeling will never wade off. It will haunt me, even as Malus would act smug whenever we met, he'd stare deep into my own optics as well. Must be a Sentius thing?
"I see, you are the creation of Cybertronians, those born from the Well, you are not natural." Nobilius frowned.
"Is something wrong with that?"
"No, nothing is wrong, its rare to find those such as you. Your friend here, he I one of them. The first artificial Cybertronian to exist. How rare to find you both. Bismuth, creation of Cybertronians desperate for Space Bridge travel. Needing fragments of this rare material to enhance the machine's capabilities. Such fools they are to rush you. To force you into a life you never asked for." The deity took a deep vent, shaking his helm.
"What will you do with me now?" He whispered, uncertainty in his optics. Those innocent bright optics.
"You cannot return to them, for they will harm you and tear you apart. Instead, you'll join us in the Archives. They are vital to Cybertron's history and protection. Do you know of the history of them?"
"History? Of Cybertron, no." Bismuth huddled close to my host. Again, I felt so much pity in him.
"Follow me then, and I will let you decide." Nobilius turned away, a blend of lugh and shadow. We followed, I remembered how it felt like to walk here, to see the Primes, instead. We went through another path. The one leading to the most sacred of places alongside Vector Sigma and Primus himself. I thanked some poor fool for telling me of this in his drunken rambles. Who was it again? I forgot, I forgot, much like my past and the fragments I clung onto.
It was a giant dome, with a large door protecting the items which can destroy the universe. Nobilius stopped, tracing a servo onto the door. "Behind this, is what we defend. The only purpose I exist now. Here after the Great War of Titans, the only way to open this door is through the divine blade. My sword is the key, and it must be whole to do so."
"Whole?"
"I do not know of it, but Primus swore to me, that I am to ensure that this sword is never shattered or damaged. for no one can ever enter into this room again. Do you understand?"
I watched my host nod, now thinking of the irony in knowing the sword's broken into two. Left as fragments of themselves, what a pity, but that's what I assumed. Is the door locked forever until someone glues them back together? How does one rebound them? I remembered Optimus had merged the swords together once more. Then, they split after Unicron's demise and left the two to mourn for their loss.
"Now, observe, the fate of Cybertron." He inserted his sword into the main lock, causing it to open. He pulled it back, standing away as the mechanisms of the room twisted and turned. Rising the door and removing the defenses. More and more doors opened up, defenses going down each time.
I didn't realize he didn't do this with me, but he must've sensed the pure innocence with Bismuth. To stare at this, even as a voice without anyone else to talk to, it felt, satisfying and honored. For as honored as a non pure Cybertronian can be. Still, how strange that both of them, they're not natural creations. It would make sense, Cybertronians want to make puppets. Those without a chance to strive for their own paths.
Robot, the original meaning of it is slave. Were my host and Bismuth meant to be slaves? Were they toys for doctors to play with? Hearing that made me sick, reminding me of what happened with me. The strive for life, for a breath of existence to reach one's throat without a womb. I'm thinking too deep on human things, or the archive is taking forever to open and I'm rambling on. Who knows.
Bismuth wouldn't stop shuffling, or checking his subspace, not sure how to be formal I assume. How young is he? Would he even make an impression on Nobilius? Although, with him sharing this to us, I assume it to be so, that the mech I inhabit and this God will have to train him in our ways. What were the Primes doing? I haven't heard much of them.
Soon, the darn doors stopped appearing and showed us the inside. A giant treasury of weapons. Powerful gifts from Primus to his children. I was in awe to stare upon this. What grandness, it made me numb, to forget what was happening outside of my dream. Am I dead? Or hallucinating because my processor refuses to show more memories because it tries to kill me each time? Ah, could that be it?
We walked through the darkness, and it felt so strange. A weird feeling within me, and Bismuth, I could tell he was nervous as well. But, we kept walking through endless weapons. Within their pedestals and stuck inside a protective shield. So many on display, it'd make a Decepticon's mouth water, if they or even I have saliva.
It was a while before we left, Nobilius waited until we were both out to then close the doors. Soon we stood there, watching the doors close yet again. If only I could fast forward it like a VHS tape. I wouldn't mind the static at the top of the screen. Does anyone else have those? I'd remember Luca complaining about how the old base would only have a VHS player. So he'd be stuck there with tapes, or pirated movies and shows. Sometimes I'd like to hack into it and enjoy what's going on. So many sights and colors, but us Decepticons would then watch them on the projector in the escape room.
Reminds me of that one night, when…I learned the truth. Primus, it was so rough, I don't want to remember that, not after what pain it produced for us. A hint of guilt rushed into me, and I felt so alone and I wished I could understand my emotions better.
Before that truth, I've been so cold to everyone. I would always try to avoid the others if I could, but had a bit of small talk with them when we waited in the shuttle. That place, it'd be easy for me. I found amusement with Sentius Malus having to bend down to avoid getting his flags bent. He's so careful with those large things. I'd like to tug at Nobilius' flags, yet I can't will this body to move. They look so strange without red or purple. I can already imagine color on those flags, either symbol or a different one of the ancients. Did Cybertron have different symbols. What did they mean? I couldn't look at my host's reflection to find out.
Once the doors finally closed, we left and embraced the unknown once more.
Flashes of memories whirled around in my processor. I was…No, my host was training Bismuth, we were interacting more with the Primes. Such majestic beings, I felt so small compared to them. Taller than Malus, bearing bright auras around their frames. Sharing their wisdom to us, be of time, combat skills, or anything else that a Guardian would need. Now I felt like someone hit the fast forward button and now I'm flashing through memories. The few I noticed amongst them was Solus. She seemed to have hung out with me a lot more than I expected. The femme Prime gave me her wisdom, told me of the things she created with her Forge. Her passion made me think of Nightbird, yet I could tell something troubled her. I believed I knew what it was, and a part of me dreads to find out why.
Its a party, the Primes held grandness in the main room, clanging cubes and drinking them by the dozen. Even I got amused at how my host was drinking a lot. Primus, I remembered how everyone would be so drunk and babel on with Cybertronian culture. I wished I could speak with them that way, it did help me much like a study book, that I had to fill in the dots myself. Helped paint me as an outcast, but oh well, I was the one machine made by humans. So what else did they have to contribute other than crash on the floor and purge their tanks out. We'd laugh so hard, especially those like Motormaster. Oh, the bigger ones made the loudest crashes and the greatest rambles. We'd still laugh about it even when they'd have no clue what they would rant on about.
As the mech I inhabited wandered around, he or she or whoever stumbled into one of the spare rooms. We noticed Megatronus and Solus there. The giant mech with his weird helm held onto his partner's servos. I remembered what they said about the two lovers. Their tragic history, is this what they spoke of? Yet, my recent memories of the two Primes involved Rodimus being a moron and merging both Cores into one. He'd then become a super macho man and full of rage and fire. The flames burned so much, it was a nightmare to endure, but Primus, I'm glad those days are over. Cybertron was a mess after that day.
"Solus, I need to speak with you." Megatronus said with a blank tone, his partner staring up at him.
"What's wrong? I thought we're to be with the others. What do you need to tell me?"
"Tell me. Promise me." He whispered. "I will remember it, the Primes, they will not understand.
I stared, feeling something wrong in me. They continued talking, but then, it began to turn south. They were arguing, voices hidden by the amount of partying outside. Primus, can't their own brothers hear any of this? Why isn't my host doing anything!? Wait…why do I care so much for them, if I have never had any personal experience with them? No, I'm a Decepticon, but, am I something else? The partying is giving me aches, much like that giant creature that hit me hard in the volcano. I don't understand, but, I'll try to.
Before I knew it, a giant flash consumed me and the others, leaving everything silent. When my sight came back, we awoke to stare at what happened. A big blue gun in Megatronus' grip, he snarled, staring down at the body beneath his pedes. Solus…oh no…
I'd often hear the tales about Megatronus and Solus, the two lovers amongst the Primes. How they adored each other, hearing that so often in the rambles of others. When I found enough time to research their antics out of curiosity. If I even bothered because I didn't care before any of this happened.
The two, how the Fallen killed his lover…I saw it. A flash of light, but I was there, the only one other than the killer to have seen her last moments alive, and its her unhappy. I wouldn't want to die like that, to be with someone I loved, only for them to turn their back and flicker your light out. I don't know how to feel, as the festivities ended, and the other Primes ran down the hallway, to find us where we stood. I'm feeling weak and sick.
Megatronus took notice of my host, it seems he did not notice me hiding there. To stare into his optics, those deep blood reds, sent a shiver down my nonexistent body. First, rage, but then, a look of regret, as he and everyone else stare down at what lay beneath his hold. "I…Solus?"
No movement, her body's already reached the grey state of decay…I've never seen any Cybertronian die before. Humans, plenty, I destroyed an entire army of them. But, to find someone who wasn't bad, she was enjoyable to be around when I had the chance. To see her lying in this dark room, a part of me wished I could shed a tear. If I was a human, but I'm not. I'm neither Cybertronian, nor a robot. Everything swirled around me. The screaming of the other Primes and Bismuth sounding so sad echoed in my helm. That I wanted to…Primus I wanted to comfort him, to let him know I have seen death. But, why did he do it?
Was it, because of the things to come? How does their combined souls mean one being? Unicron? Did Megatronus make a pact with him? I wished I knew, its getting cold. The Primes are attacking their brother, Nobilius trying to sort through the violence. Bismuth huddled away from the violence. My memories blurred, fading to black.
Viper awoke with pain greeting him. No wounds on his body, but he lie crumpled up on the hot magma charred floor. Its quite soothing to the cold pain he's feeling right now. The mech tried to move, but the wounds burned too much inside his veins. What is going on anymore? What attacked him? His voice couldn't work, frame paralyzed by something. Bright blue optics inspected the cavern.
Different than the one he saw before, full of holes where steam could escape. That's why its easier to breathe here. If he did want to breathe anyways. Again, more struggles, but his comm is down. Of course it is. Of course the one time he tries to do something on his own, Primus or God or whoever decided to slam him into this misery.
The volcano would've filled up with his screams if he could, but for now, a pained whine. Processor still torn from trying to believe in what did happen. Who is he, why does he enter into that one body? His processor aching because of the damage to his cerebral portions. Why did Cobra force him to lose his memories when there's nothing to take!? From birth, right to get his head torn open and researched on.
He began to hear something from one of the giant tunnels, trying to turn to the source. His gun in subspace, but frame frozen and unable to grab onto it. A poison of some kind?
His blue optics widened at the sight he managed to have thanks to the burning bright magma beneath them. A giant green creature, bearing many eyes and gigantic teeth. Its mouth gaping wide open, tentacles slithering it through the volcano's warm floor. Able to take it easy, while he was burning on the inside. Frag! Frag frag! No, not here! Not because of this thing! Viper kept struggling, the poison rushing deeper into him. A loud growl came from this abomination, as tentacles reached out to him, soon grabbing a hold of his legs.
The creature turned him around. Each eye moving of its accord, inspecting the shiny blue paint job and the red symbols cresting his frame. Frag, what a way to go. To be a meal for this abomination! Fingers twitched, but left trapped, unable to do anything but pray he'll either escape, or give this thing the worst case of indigestion it'll ever have.