Chapter Two:
Although he had no eyes, he could see again. And if he had had a stomach, he would have vomited. The planet was twisted. It simply wasn't right. Gone were the sleek metallic towers of Iacon. The vast cold steel city blocks of Cybertropolis. Replaced, by the glowing green of foliage. The intertwine coils of pulsing nature. It sickened him. So this was Primal's dream? A technorganic paradise? No, this simply would not do. But without a body, he was at this point, entirely helpless. A free-floating spark. So easily destroyable, so very vulnerable. And he didn't like it.
CYBERTRON DISPLEASES YOU?
Megatron hadn't expected guests in his new form, the voice of the Chaos Bringer startled him momentarily, shattering his concentration. "It's.." He searched for the word, ".wrong." At this, Unicron seemed to laugh, a quiet yet booming, deep rumble of a chuckle. "What is funny?" Quizzed Megatron.
THIS IS YOUR DOING. PRIMUS FORGED THIS FUTURE FOR YOU.
"I don't want it. He can keep it." He snarled.
GOOD. ANGER IS A POWERFUL EMOTION. IT DRIVES BOTH YOU AND I. WE FIGHT FOR THE SAME THING. A UNITY WITHIN THE UNIVERSE. A UNITY FORGED FROM PERFECTION. THAT IS WHY I HAVE CHOSEN YOU. SECURE YOUR BODY. TIME IS SHORT.
And in an instant, Unicron was gone. Megatron couldn't feel his presence, his control. Again, he was alone with his thoughts.
She was dreaming, she was sure of that. But it seemed so real. And it worried her. It was wrong, the image of the planet she now saw. So utterly wrong. It was Cybertron that was certain.
And it burned.
Black Arachnia looked upon the fallen city of Cybertropolis, her eight eyes scanning every detail. The flames as they rose against the sky, tearing through the organic fabric of the towers. The streets as they crumbled under the weight of a thousand Vehicon tank drones. She couldn't comprehend why she witnessed this.
Again.
No more, she thought and turned away from the carnage. She could feel the intense heat of the multiple blazes that erupted around her, could smell the burning foliage of the forests, and could hear the screams of a million Maximals as their sparks were extinguished. Black Arachnia squeezed her eyes shut.
"Stop!" She yelled, "I've seen this already!" But it didn't cease, nor did she really expect it to. Instead, it raised, the urgency heightened. The pain in her head was excruciating. Her aural sensors were ready to collapse as she clapped her hands over her head. And as soon as it had started;
It stopped.
Silence. For a moment, all she could do was stay in position, hands grasping her head. The ringing in her ears was intense but within a second a so had dulled to a manageable buzz. Then;
Nothing. Black Arachnia opened her eyes. Where before there were flames and destruction, now there was simply nothing. A void. Empty. Black, uninviting vacuum. No, she thought, that wasn't quite right. There was something here; she could sense them even though her internal scanners objected to it. It didn't make sense. She took a step forward, though with no floor, who could tell if she was moving at all?
BLACK ARACHNIA.
The voice was quiet, hardly a whisper, almost inaudible but that was the point, she mused. "Hello?" She yelled, her voice echoed.
BLACK ARACHNIA. I HAVE SUMMONED YOU HERE FOR A PURPOSE.
The Maximal spun around on the spot. Surely somewhere in this void, there was a clue as to the voice? There had to be a source, even if her internal scanners refused to comply. It had to come from somewhere. And then she saw it. In the distance, as if playing from a monitor. Fuzzy, scan lines running at the wrong speeds but easy enough to identify. This was the Dark Lord. The Chaos Bringer. Unicron. And it called for her.
DO NOT FORGET WHO YOU ARE.
The image changed before her eyes, morphing, slipping from the screen. Unicron disappeared, replaced by the façade of Megatron. Smiling. It made her uneasy.
"Do not forget who you are," he said simply before he too sank back into the void. She didn't understand. She couldn't comprehend. It made no sense. None of this made sense. And it bothered her.
The apartment was smaller than they would have liked but they were the visitors here, he supposed. He had never seen the planet before, never experienced the life that went about its business here. It seemed so..
Normal. Were the Beast Wars worth fighting if this was the result? He missed the excitement, the danger, and the challenges. Hell, to be honest, he missed Earth. The skies above Cybertron were a wonder to behold but he would trade it for the planet that he truly regarded as home. To be above the plains of the Ancient Serengeti or to feel the spray of the ocean against his ace as he sped by, that was his normality. Yet he had sacrificed it all to be with her. Had he been right to do so?
"How long have you been awake?" The question broke Silverbolt's train of thought and he turned to face his love. "Not long my love," he replied as she sat opposite him on the balcony of their apartment in downtown Cybertropolis. "I couldn't seem to sleep. Something's not right. Everything's too quiet." Black Arachnia laughed.
"I know," She smiled, "Who would've thought that this is what would become of us? A badass like me and her knight in shining armour. Mr and Mrs in a Duplex." Silverbolt smiled politely as he reached around her, his arms encompassing her. She tensed, her technorganic muscles bunching up against his. "What's wrong?" he asked. She glanced up at him, and then looked away. "The dreams are getting worse. They're getting too realistic now. I don't know why. I can't shake the feeling that something very bad is going to happen."
Although he had no eyes, he could see again. And if he had had a stomach, he would have vomited. The planet was twisted. It simply wasn't right. Gone were the sleek metallic towers of Iacon. The vast cold steel city blocks of Cybertropolis. Replaced, by the glowing green of foliage. The intertwine coils of pulsing nature. It sickened him. So this was Primal's dream? A technorganic paradise? No, this simply would not do. But without a body, he was at this point, entirely helpless. A free-floating spark. So easily destroyable, so very vulnerable. And he didn't like it.
CYBERTRON DISPLEASES YOU?
Megatron hadn't expected guests in his new form, the voice of the Chaos Bringer startled him momentarily, shattering his concentration. "It's.." He searched for the word, ".wrong." At this, Unicron seemed to laugh, a quiet yet booming, deep rumble of a chuckle. "What is funny?" Quizzed Megatron.
THIS IS YOUR DOING. PRIMUS FORGED THIS FUTURE FOR YOU.
"I don't want it. He can keep it." He snarled.
GOOD. ANGER IS A POWERFUL EMOTION. IT DRIVES BOTH YOU AND I. WE FIGHT FOR THE SAME THING. A UNITY WITHIN THE UNIVERSE. A UNITY FORGED FROM PERFECTION. THAT IS WHY I HAVE CHOSEN YOU. SECURE YOUR BODY. TIME IS SHORT.
And in an instant, Unicron was gone. Megatron couldn't feel his presence, his control. Again, he was alone with his thoughts.
She was dreaming, she was sure of that. But it seemed so real. And it worried her. It was wrong, the image of the planet she now saw. So utterly wrong. It was Cybertron that was certain.
And it burned.
Black Arachnia looked upon the fallen city of Cybertropolis, her eight eyes scanning every detail. The flames as they rose against the sky, tearing through the organic fabric of the towers. The streets as they crumbled under the weight of a thousand Vehicon tank drones. She couldn't comprehend why she witnessed this.
Again.
No more, she thought and turned away from the carnage. She could feel the intense heat of the multiple blazes that erupted around her, could smell the burning foliage of the forests, and could hear the screams of a million Maximals as their sparks were extinguished. Black Arachnia squeezed her eyes shut.
"Stop!" She yelled, "I've seen this already!" But it didn't cease, nor did she really expect it to. Instead, it raised, the urgency heightened. The pain in her head was excruciating. Her aural sensors were ready to collapse as she clapped her hands over her head. And as soon as it had started;
It stopped.
Silence. For a moment, all she could do was stay in position, hands grasping her head. The ringing in her ears was intense but within a second a so had dulled to a manageable buzz. Then;
Nothing. Black Arachnia opened her eyes. Where before there were flames and destruction, now there was simply nothing. A void. Empty. Black, uninviting vacuum. No, she thought, that wasn't quite right. There was something here; she could sense them even though her internal scanners objected to it. It didn't make sense. She took a step forward, though with no floor, who could tell if she was moving at all?
BLACK ARACHNIA.
The voice was quiet, hardly a whisper, almost inaudible but that was the point, she mused. "Hello?" She yelled, her voice echoed.
BLACK ARACHNIA. I HAVE SUMMONED YOU HERE FOR A PURPOSE.
The Maximal spun around on the spot. Surely somewhere in this void, there was a clue as to the voice? There had to be a source, even if her internal scanners refused to comply. It had to come from somewhere. And then she saw it. In the distance, as if playing from a monitor. Fuzzy, scan lines running at the wrong speeds but easy enough to identify. This was the Dark Lord. The Chaos Bringer. Unicron. And it called for her.
DO NOT FORGET WHO YOU ARE.
The image changed before her eyes, morphing, slipping from the screen. Unicron disappeared, replaced by the façade of Megatron. Smiling. It made her uneasy.
"Do not forget who you are," he said simply before he too sank back into the void. She didn't understand. She couldn't comprehend. It made no sense. None of this made sense. And it bothered her.
The apartment was smaller than they would have liked but they were the visitors here, he supposed. He had never seen the planet before, never experienced the life that went about its business here. It seemed so..
Normal. Were the Beast Wars worth fighting if this was the result? He missed the excitement, the danger, and the challenges. Hell, to be honest, he missed Earth. The skies above Cybertron were a wonder to behold but he would trade it for the planet that he truly regarded as home. To be above the plains of the Ancient Serengeti or to feel the spray of the ocean against his ace as he sped by, that was his normality. Yet he had sacrificed it all to be with her. Had he been right to do so?
"How long have you been awake?" The question broke Silverbolt's train of thought and he turned to face his love. "Not long my love," he replied as she sat opposite him on the balcony of their apartment in downtown Cybertropolis. "I couldn't seem to sleep. Something's not right. Everything's too quiet." Black Arachnia laughed.
"I know," She smiled, "Who would've thought that this is what would become of us? A badass like me and her knight in shining armour. Mr and Mrs in a Duplex." Silverbolt smiled politely as he reached around her, his arms encompassing her. She tensed, her technorganic muscles bunching up against his. "What's wrong?" he asked. She glanced up at him, and then looked away. "The dreams are getting worse. They're getting too realistic now. I don't know why. I can't shake the feeling that something very bad is going to happen."