Primus the Constructicons have given birth, a new life has come to being by our hands and our minds. He's recharging now. He sleeps in the in my recharge bed for the time being. We will have to alternate until we can build him a room of his own, if he's truly worthy to stick around that is.
Well, I shall stall no longer. I shall record what exactly happened today.
My fuel pump was racing when Hook and I finished downloading process and the light flickered behind the optic visor of the new Constructicon. Everyone was a part of him now, everyone except Mixmaster. It's so strange, he was one of the major advocates for Aviator's creation. Now he refused to be apart of his mind, though I can't blame him.
Anyway Aviator's optics flickered online. Felt my fuel pump skip a beat. What would he say? What would he do?
He stirred, his head turned and he looked straight at me. For a moment I thought my fuel pump had stopped, when he slowly sat up not taking his optics from mine and spoke:
"Scrapper."
"Yes," I answered, I've never heard my voice so gentle before. He smiled at me then turned to Hook, who was standing next to me.
"Hook."
Hook smiled and nodded.
Aviator's gaze shifted to Scavenger standing next to Hook.
"Scavenger."
Scavenger's optics lit up as if he had found a whole treasure trove of priceless collectables. He clapped his hands together and spoke back, "Yes, yes that's my name! You know me, don't you? Yes, you do!"
Aviator smile brightened as he turned to Bonecrusher and Longhaul.
"Bonecrusher."
"Longhaul."
"Wow, the kid actually knows who I am." I could tell by Longhaul's voice that it was half a joke, half serious.
"and M---" He paused and looked around. Suddenly the smile faded from his face. I felt as if my spark was dying when I saw his face fade to one sorrow as I realized who he was looking for.
I tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention, but how do you explain to a new life why his sixth family member would not be present at his birth?
I was just about to start when my savior entered the room.
At the other end of the table from Aviator, from behind Scavenger and Longhaul, stood----
"Mixmaster!" Aviator's bright smile instantaneously returned.
Then for the first time in the last 18 days, I saw Mixmaster smile.
It wasn't big or bright like Aviator's, or excited like Scavenger's optics. No, it was a smile of calm and tenderness I can't remember seeing on him since our own creation.
Mixmaster smiled and nodded gently.
There was just silence in that moment, no one quite knew what to say. Fortunately Hook was there to help us recover.
"Aviator!" Our young Constructicon's head snapped to meet Hook's gaze. "Tell us who you are."
Aviator nodded and turned to face us all.
"I am Aviator. Sub-group: Constructicons. Function:----" He paused. It was then we realized we hadn't programmed a specific function for him. Mainly because we weren't sure ourselves, they only one we had thought of was to beat Starscream, but that wasn't a proper function.
It was in that moment that Aviator let out a slight laugh and finished his sentence, "---hehe. Function yet to be determined."
There was another second of silence then, we all burst laughing. We didn't know why it was so funny, it just was.
I'm looking at him now. Recharging so peacefully, he's exhausted. Poor thing, as if being born wasn't enough, Scavenger insisted he take Aviator on a tour of our workshop, the Medbay and his collection of "things". He said Aviator didn't say much, but was filled with the wide optic fascination of the world I used to have.
I miss that.
I miss the feeling of having everything in the world be exciting and new. Everyday being an adventure.
Well, the child seems sane enough. That'll make Mixmaster very happy. It was so strange, as quickly as the smile came it left his face. When we all laughed he slipped.
Oh Mixmaster please. I have a new creation and a master plan of Megatron's to construct and look after, I can't take care of you right now.
I'm suddenly tired.
I'm looking over at him again. It's odd, the whole purpose of his creation was to beat Starscream. Now looking at him, so peaceful, so innocent. I'm wishing he didn't have to.
Well, we shall see.
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No, no, my friends. This is not the end, why it is not even the beginning of the end, but it is the end of the beginning.
There is much more to come.
The Constructicons introduce their new creation to the Decepticon high command, Mixmaster seems to be slipping further into depression, and Aviator gets to stretch his wings when he and Longhaul have a run in with the Autobots.
Till next time.
-Vega Sailor