Another update for you. And again, I suppose I should put a disclaimer: I
don't own the transformers but I do own Suteneko Prime and Shourisha. Thank
you. As always, please R & R
Chapter Twenty-Four:
She had never known pain like in it in her life; the electrical bursts from the Oracle gateway, the key to Vector Sigma charged through her body, causing her to scream high and shrill. Black Arachnia squirmed as the discharges ravaged her technorganic body and though her optics were tightly closed, she could still see the brilliant flashes of blue as they sparked; they were blindingly bright and with each one, she screamed.
Bludgeon stood to the side of the chamber, watching as the charges of blue snaked through the two Maximals and into the body of Unicron. He was curled up, his hands across his midriff, his teeth clenched. It was no stance for a god, Bludgeon thought as he watched the scene play before him yet he took a perverse pleasure in the events. The pain of the Maximals inflamed his natural Decepticon urges and he watched with an almost childish glee.
And as swift as the onset of the energy burst had been; it ceased. Silverbolt went limp; a moment later so was Black Arachnia. Their bodies smoked, the chrome of their robotic framing glistened underneath the charred flesh; their hands still clasped together.
Unicron staggered, he grunted with each step; his body smoked and he ached. Was this it? He could see Bludgeon from the corners of his optics; he spoke but the Dark Lord could not hear him. His audio receptors emitted a loud buzz, it pounded through his head. And though he couldn't sense it within him, he knew Megatron could feel it too.
Primus watched the Dark Lord Stumble, supported by his right hand bot and slowly behind him, the gateway to the Oracle closed, swallowing the key with it. He smiled, it was all coming together.
His smile dropped. Something was wrong, Unicron's body remained technological. It wasn't right. By now he should be changing, the technorganic virus should be racing through his system; converting his husk to dead tissue. But still, the Dark Lord stood. Why? He had done everything, he was sure of it. Could a god be wrong?
Unicron raised his hands to his face and looked over the black, burnt metal. His optics burnt and he gritted his teeth, grinding them. What was this? He asked himself. He could see no reformation; no changes ran across his frame. The Chaos Bringer snarled.
IS THIS SOME TRICK? His words were low, barely above a whisper. He growled and pushed Bludgeon from him; the Decepticon stumbled and fell backwards with a crash. Unicron straightened his body and stared at Primus. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!? Primus stared back, rooted to the spot. Although they had been enemies since the dawn of time, he knew never to piss the Chaos Bringer off; the results usually ended with the destruction of a galaxy. But he wasn't in his previous incarnation now. Was he as the other transformers were? Was he limited to the functions of his new body? Primus looked at the limping robot that headed his way before turning away. And with a flash of light, he was gone.
Unicron dragged his leg behind him, desperately trying to reach the Light God; the flash of light not deterring him. His teeth bared, his arms outstretched but to no avail; Primus was gone. And with it, his chance of throttling the bastard. He stopped.
Something burned within him. Something was changing within this husk that he wore and he knew that this was it. He couldn't help now but laugh.
* * *
Suteneko Prime watched as the Dark Lord stumbled around the chamber, his laughter growing. Rattrap stood by his side, the others stood by his. He looked up at Suteneko Prime. "What the hell's going on? Did it work?"
IT APPEARS IT FAILED. YOU CAN STILL DESTROY HIS BODY IF YOU GO NOW WHILST HE IS IN THIS WEAKENED STATE.
They turned, saw as Primus walked towards them, propped against the shoulder of Optimus Primal; the weary look upon Primus' face was accompanied by a lack of the glow he had always resonated. Had this event drained him that much? Suteneko Prime nodded and motioned to the others.
"Well, I guess this is it." He said, noticing the anticipation and hesitation upon their facades. "How do we go back?" He turned to Primus. The Light God smiled,
I CAN GET YOU THERE BUT THAT'S ALL I CAN DO. I RESCUED YOU ALL ONCE, I CANNOT DO IT AGAIN. ALL FATALITIES WILL MERGE WITH THE MATRIX. THIS IS A ONE WAY TRIP.
Suteneko Prime looked to Primal and extended his hand. "Come with us," He said. Rattrap said, "We could do with you there boss monkey." Primal smiled, though his eyes betrayed it. "I can't." He uttered his voice low. "I've transcended. I'm already one with the Matrix. I can't return." He looked into the optics of the transformers before him. "Ever." He added. Prime nodded, understanding.
SUTENEKO PRIME, Primus' voice was now weaker than he'd ever heard it, THE ORACLE IS WITH YOU NOW. USE THE KEY WISELY.
* * *
He approached the Dark Lord slowly and cautiously; his uncertainty of the action before him growing. Unicron was doubled over, his arms across his midriff and he appeared to be in pain. Bludgeon neared, his optics trained carefully on the transformer. . .
Something caught his audio receptors behind him and he leapt to the side, the blade missing him by inches. As he landed, he steadied himself; the years he'd spent learning Metallikato had never left him. He was quick and it would take more than. . .
He stared at the five transformers before him, his memory banks searching quickly for names to place with them; but he was lost. They were familiar but he couldn't place them. The tall one in the centre stood proud, a sword at his side. Bludgeon smiled, drawing his own blade. He brought it to the side of his face, the reflection of his skeletal features along the polished metal. The group didn't move, their stance stayed solid as Bludgeon moved forward, his blade swishing through the air as he moved it round his frame. The moves were fancy and difficult to pull off but he knew that it would deter his opponents as it had so many times before.
Suteneko Prime watched the Senator perform his moves for some time before turning to Cloudburst who stood by his side. "Bring him down." He said. Cloudburst smiled and brought his disruptor rifle to chest height and fired.
Bludgeon flew backward; the shot caught him in the shoulder and had decimated his blade. Pain ran through his body, he gritted his teeth and snarled as the shadow of the Pretender fell across him.
"Unicron!" The word bounced from every surface and the Dark Lord turned to face Suteneko Prime, his optics burning bright; his face contorted as he growled. Prime looked to his side, saw the two Maximals spread on the floor. "Check on them," He told Hammerstrike and slowly the transformer moved passed Unicron; who kept his stare upon Prime.
YOU'RE TOO LATE. IT'S ALREADY HAPPENING.
And with that, his body went limp, falling to the floor of the chamber with a crash. Prime ran over to the husk and watched as the Chaos Bringer's optics faded; his face betrayed any sign of life. Prime looked down at him. Was this just a trick? He prodded the body with his foot; saw it rock from side to side; stiff and immobile. Had they won?
Buzzsaw shouted from the other side of the chamber, "What's happening? What's going on?" Rattrap joined Prime's side, his gaze falling on Unicron's body. "Prime, you okay?" Suteneko Prime continued to stare at the cadaver and smiled. "It's over." He said. "Primus did it. We've won."
* * *
He had crawled most of the way down the corridor, his wounds caused him great pain and behind him, he could hear the pursuing transformer. The low hum of the disruptor rifle filled the corridor and he knew that his end was soon. Bludgeon grunted as he dragged his limp, bleeding carcass in this place with an efficient pace. The doors that led to his ship, SHOURISHA were within his grip and once aboard, he could retreat; patch up his wounds and return to fight another day. But with the transformer known as Cloudburst pursuing him, it didn't really seem likely.
"Where are you going?" The voice bounced from every surface; it was loud in his audio receptors. He turned to see Cloudburst within metres of him but he didn't stop dragging himself. He had reached the doors and all he had to was open them; his army of drones awaited him and would easily deal with the transformer, no matter how advanced his body may be. Bludgeon placed his hands on the doors and pushed as hard as his weakening body would allow. He gritted his teeth as bolts of pain ran through his frame; he howled the form of Cloudburst stood above him, his rifle poised and the doors opened.
* * *
"We were too late." Hammerstrike said, "They're offline. There's nothing I can do." He stood by the side of the charred bodies of Black Arachnia and Silverbolt, their hands still joined. Prime looked at them, then to his sleek metallic hands. "The Oracle is with me." He said quietly. Hammerstrike looked to him, "Excuse me sir?" Prime didn't turn away from the cadavers when he spoke.
"Move away, I have to try something." He crouched and in the corner of his optics, he could see Hammerstrike back away. He breathed heavily and placed each hand above the burnt Maximals; his fingers began to glow, small electrical bursts ran from them as . . .
The chamber was bathed in brilliant hues of blue and in the centre; Prime was engulfed within a writhing mass of energy. He gritted his teeth and closed his optics, concentrating on:
The sound of the electrical explosion was immense and within a second, it had died taking the energy mass with it. Prime collapsed, falling to the floor quickly. Rattrap ran, joined by Hammerstrike and Buzzsaw to the middle of the chamber; they approached Prime, the occasional spark of energy running across his frame.
Something moved. And Rattrap watched as the body of Black Arachnia twisted to face him. It was new, her technorganics replaced by pure robotics but it was definitely her. He smiled a wave of relief overcoming him; he never thought he'd ever be glad to have seen her again. She groaned, "What are you looking at?" She said.
* * *
The drones faced the building, their weapons poised but they did not move. Cloudburst looked across at them, the sight unnerving him. They stood in a scattered pattern, almost like statues. What the hell was going on?
Bludgeon had taken the opportunity of the distraction to crawl amidst the drones, a trail of mech-fluid behind him. His breathing had become patchy, his internal readings warned of a stasis lock but still he moved. SHOURISHA was within his limits and if he could reach it, his CR Chamber could do the rest; he would return and show the Maximals exactly what pain was. But for now, his thoughts were of himself. This, he thought, was simply not an honourable way to die. He continued the debris around him, scarped along his body but his determination overrode his discomfort. Bludgeon looked up at his ship and stopped. Something was wrong.
* * *
"It's good to have you back," Prime said. He stood from the floor, his legs shaky beneath him but he didn't seem to have sustained any damage. He looked to his two newly formatted friends.
"It's good to be back," Black Arachnia said as she curled up into Silverbolt's arms. He looked to Prime, his optics glowed a bright green, "Is it over?" He asked. Suteneko Prime smiled and nodded. Silverbolt clutched his love closer and placed his head upon hers. "Thank Primus."
"Is it okay if we leave now?" Rattrap quizzed, "This place is giving me the creeps."
* * *
SHOURISHA began to move back on its huge treads and Bludgeon watched. Who the hell was piloting it? He attempted to stand and clumsily, he succeeded. "Cyclonus?!" He shouted, "Let me in!" And in the corner, he could see Galvatron's general; his body twisted and in two, lifeless. What was going on? He looked up to his ship and across it's body, he saw the familiar green/grey of the technorganic spreading; it moved like lightning covering the ship quickly.
Cloudburst stood at the doorway still, his thoughts of chasing the senator had dissolved, replaced by. . .
"Is everything okay, Cloudburst?" The voice was Prime's but he didn't turn away from the scene before him. The group stood by his side now and silence fell upon them. They stared at the image ahead. "This is bad, right?" Rattrap asked.
SHOURISHA stopped, the whine of its engines dying, replaced by the roar of its new movement. It folded upon itself and within a second something had sprouted from it.
Bludgeon stared wide-eyed. His ship wasn't meant to do this! It wasn't possible! He watched as the leg emerging from his beloved ship came crashing down upon him.
SHOURISHA now stood on legs, its height was immense and it seemed only halfway through its cycle. The torso formed, arms emerged at its side and sat on its shoulders a recognisable head formed.
"It can't be," Suteneko Prime uttered.
The ship stood before them and from it boomed:
I AM TRANSFORMED.
Prime looked upon it with disbelieving optics, his voice quiet when he spoke.
"Unicron."
Chapter Twenty-Four:
She had never known pain like in it in her life; the electrical bursts from the Oracle gateway, the key to Vector Sigma charged through her body, causing her to scream high and shrill. Black Arachnia squirmed as the discharges ravaged her technorganic body and though her optics were tightly closed, she could still see the brilliant flashes of blue as they sparked; they were blindingly bright and with each one, she screamed.
Bludgeon stood to the side of the chamber, watching as the charges of blue snaked through the two Maximals and into the body of Unicron. He was curled up, his hands across his midriff, his teeth clenched. It was no stance for a god, Bludgeon thought as he watched the scene play before him yet he took a perverse pleasure in the events. The pain of the Maximals inflamed his natural Decepticon urges and he watched with an almost childish glee.
And as swift as the onset of the energy burst had been; it ceased. Silverbolt went limp; a moment later so was Black Arachnia. Their bodies smoked, the chrome of their robotic framing glistened underneath the charred flesh; their hands still clasped together.
Unicron staggered, he grunted with each step; his body smoked and he ached. Was this it? He could see Bludgeon from the corners of his optics; he spoke but the Dark Lord could not hear him. His audio receptors emitted a loud buzz, it pounded through his head. And though he couldn't sense it within him, he knew Megatron could feel it too.
Primus watched the Dark Lord Stumble, supported by his right hand bot and slowly behind him, the gateway to the Oracle closed, swallowing the key with it. He smiled, it was all coming together.
His smile dropped. Something was wrong, Unicron's body remained technological. It wasn't right. By now he should be changing, the technorganic virus should be racing through his system; converting his husk to dead tissue. But still, the Dark Lord stood. Why? He had done everything, he was sure of it. Could a god be wrong?
Unicron raised his hands to his face and looked over the black, burnt metal. His optics burnt and he gritted his teeth, grinding them. What was this? He asked himself. He could see no reformation; no changes ran across his frame. The Chaos Bringer snarled.
IS THIS SOME TRICK? His words were low, barely above a whisper. He growled and pushed Bludgeon from him; the Decepticon stumbled and fell backwards with a crash. Unicron straightened his body and stared at Primus. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!? Primus stared back, rooted to the spot. Although they had been enemies since the dawn of time, he knew never to piss the Chaos Bringer off; the results usually ended with the destruction of a galaxy. But he wasn't in his previous incarnation now. Was he as the other transformers were? Was he limited to the functions of his new body? Primus looked at the limping robot that headed his way before turning away. And with a flash of light, he was gone.
Unicron dragged his leg behind him, desperately trying to reach the Light God; the flash of light not deterring him. His teeth bared, his arms outstretched but to no avail; Primus was gone. And with it, his chance of throttling the bastard. He stopped.
Something burned within him. Something was changing within this husk that he wore and he knew that this was it. He couldn't help now but laugh.
* * *
Suteneko Prime watched as the Dark Lord stumbled around the chamber, his laughter growing. Rattrap stood by his side, the others stood by his. He looked up at Suteneko Prime. "What the hell's going on? Did it work?"
IT APPEARS IT FAILED. YOU CAN STILL DESTROY HIS BODY IF YOU GO NOW WHILST HE IS IN THIS WEAKENED STATE.
They turned, saw as Primus walked towards them, propped against the shoulder of Optimus Primal; the weary look upon Primus' face was accompanied by a lack of the glow he had always resonated. Had this event drained him that much? Suteneko Prime nodded and motioned to the others.
"Well, I guess this is it." He said, noticing the anticipation and hesitation upon their facades. "How do we go back?" He turned to Primus. The Light God smiled,
I CAN GET YOU THERE BUT THAT'S ALL I CAN DO. I RESCUED YOU ALL ONCE, I CANNOT DO IT AGAIN. ALL FATALITIES WILL MERGE WITH THE MATRIX. THIS IS A ONE WAY TRIP.
Suteneko Prime looked to Primal and extended his hand. "Come with us," He said. Rattrap said, "We could do with you there boss monkey." Primal smiled, though his eyes betrayed it. "I can't." He uttered his voice low. "I've transcended. I'm already one with the Matrix. I can't return." He looked into the optics of the transformers before him. "Ever." He added. Prime nodded, understanding.
SUTENEKO PRIME, Primus' voice was now weaker than he'd ever heard it, THE ORACLE IS WITH YOU NOW. USE THE KEY WISELY.
* * *
He approached the Dark Lord slowly and cautiously; his uncertainty of the action before him growing. Unicron was doubled over, his arms across his midriff and he appeared to be in pain. Bludgeon neared, his optics trained carefully on the transformer. . .
Something caught his audio receptors behind him and he leapt to the side, the blade missing him by inches. As he landed, he steadied himself; the years he'd spent learning Metallikato had never left him. He was quick and it would take more than. . .
He stared at the five transformers before him, his memory banks searching quickly for names to place with them; but he was lost. They were familiar but he couldn't place them. The tall one in the centre stood proud, a sword at his side. Bludgeon smiled, drawing his own blade. He brought it to the side of his face, the reflection of his skeletal features along the polished metal. The group didn't move, their stance stayed solid as Bludgeon moved forward, his blade swishing through the air as he moved it round his frame. The moves were fancy and difficult to pull off but he knew that it would deter his opponents as it had so many times before.
Suteneko Prime watched the Senator perform his moves for some time before turning to Cloudburst who stood by his side. "Bring him down." He said. Cloudburst smiled and brought his disruptor rifle to chest height and fired.
Bludgeon flew backward; the shot caught him in the shoulder and had decimated his blade. Pain ran through his body, he gritted his teeth and snarled as the shadow of the Pretender fell across him.
"Unicron!" The word bounced from every surface and the Dark Lord turned to face Suteneko Prime, his optics burning bright; his face contorted as he growled. Prime looked to his side, saw the two Maximals spread on the floor. "Check on them," He told Hammerstrike and slowly the transformer moved passed Unicron; who kept his stare upon Prime.
YOU'RE TOO LATE. IT'S ALREADY HAPPENING.
And with that, his body went limp, falling to the floor of the chamber with a crash. Prime ran over to the husk and watched as the Chaos Bringer's optics faded; his face betrayed any sign of life. Prime looked down at him. Was this just a trick? He prodded the body with his foot; saw it rock from side to side; stiff and immobile. Had they won?
Buzzsaw shouted from the other side of the chamber, "What's happening? What's going on?" Rattrap joined Prime's side, his gaze falling on Unicron's body. "Prime, you okay?" Suteneko Prime continued to stare at the cadaver and smiled. "It's over." He said. "Primus did it. We've won."
* * *
He had crawled most of the way down the corridor, his wounds caused him great pain and behind him, he could hear the pursuing transformer. The low hum of the disruptor rifle filled the corridor and he knew that his end was soon. Bludgeon grunted as he dragged his limp, bleeding carcass in this place with an efficient pace. The doors that led to his ship, SHOURISHA were within his grip and once aboard, he could retreat; patch up his wounds and return to fight another day. But with the transformer known as Cloudburst pursuing him, it didn't really seem likely.
"Where are you going?" The voice bounced from every surface; it was loud in his audio receptors. He turned to see Cloudburst within metres of him but he didn't stop dragging himself. He had reached the doors and all he had to was open them; his army of drones awaited him and would easily deal with the transformer, no matter how advanced his body may be. Bludgeon placed his hands on the doors and pushed as hard as his weakening body would allow. He gritted his teeth as bolts of pain ran through his frame; he howled the form of Cloudburst stood above him, his rifle poised and the doors opened.
* * *
"We were too late." Hammerstrike said, "They're offline. There's nothing I can do." He stood by the side of the charred bodies of Black Arachnia and Silverbolt, their hands still joined. Prime looked at them, then to his sleek metallic hands. "The Oracle is with me." He said quietly. Hammerstrike looked to him, "Excuse me sir?" Prime didn't turn away from the cadavers when he spoke.
"Move away, I have to try something." He crouched and in the corner of his optics, he could see Hammerstrike back away. He breathed heavily and placed each hand above the burnt Maximals; his fingers began to glow, small electrical bursts ran from them as . . .
The chamber was bathed in brilliant hues of blue and in the centre; Prime was engulfed within a writhing mass of energy. He gritted his teeth and closed his optics, concentrating on:
The sound of the electrical explosion was immense and within a second, it had died taking the energy mass with it. Prime collapsed, falling to the floor quickly. Rattrap ran, joined by Hammerstrike and Buzzsaw to the middle of the chamber; they approached Prime, the occasional spark of energy running across his frame.
Something moved. And Rattrap watched as the body of Black Arachnia twisted to face him. It was new, her technorganics replaced by pure robotics but it was definitely her. He smiled a wave of relief overcoming him; he never thought he'd ever be glad to have seen her again. She groaned, "What are you looking at?" She said.
* * *
The drones faced the building, their weapons poised but they did not move. Cloudburst looked across at them, the sight unnerving him. They stood in a scattered pattern, almost like statues. What the hell was going on?
Bludgeon had taken the opportunity of the distraction to crawl amidst the drones, a trail of mech-fluid behind him. His breathing had become patchy, his internal readings warned of a stasis lock but still he moved. SHOURISHA was within his limits and if he could reach it, his CR Chamber could do the rest; he would return and show the Maximals exactly what pain was. But for now, his thoughts were of himself. This, he thought, was simply not an honourable way to die. He continued the debris around him, scarped along his body but his determination overrode his discomfort. Bludgeon looked up at his ship and stopped. Something was wrong.
* * *
"It's good to have you back," Prime said. He stood from the floor, his legs shaky beneath him but he didn't seem to have sustained any damage. He looked to his two newly formatted friends.
"It's good to be back," Black Arachnia said as she curled up into Silverbolt's arms. He looked to Prime, his optics glowed a bright green, "Is it over?" He asked. Suteneko Prime smiled and nodded. Silverbolt clutched his love closer and placed his head upon hers. "Thank Primus."
"Is it okay if we leave now?" Rattrap quizzed, "This place is giving me the creeps."
* * *
SHOURISHA began to move back on its huge treads and Bludgeon watched. Who the hell was piloting it? He attempted to stand and clumsily, he succeeded. "Cyclonus?!" He shouted, "Let me in!" And in the corner, he could see Galvatron's general; his body twisted and in two, lifeless. What was going on? He looked up to his ship and across it's body, he saw the familiar green/grey of the technorganic spreading; it moved like lightning covering the ship quickly.
Cloudburst stood at the doorway still, his thoughts of chasing the senator had dissolved, replaced by. . .
"Is everything okay, Cloudburst?" The voice was Prime's but he didn't turn away from the scene before him. The group stood by his side now and silence fell upon them. They stared at the image ahead. "This is bad, right?" Rattrap asked.
SHOURISHA stopped, the whine of its engines dying, replaced by the roar of its new movement. It folded upon itself and within a second something had sprouted from it.
Bludgeon stared wide-eyed. His ship wasn't meant to do this! It wasn't possible! He watched as the leg emerging from his beloved ship came crashing down upon him.
SHOURISHA now stood on legs, its height was immense and it seemed only halfway through its cycle. The torso formed, arms emerged at its side and sat on its shoulders a recognisable head formed.
"It can't be," Suteneko Prime uttered.
The ship stood before them and from it boomed:
I AM TRANSFORMED.
Prime looked upon it with disbelieving optics, his voice quiet when he spoke.
"Unicron."