Author's Note: Wow, a new fic! =O Shocking, I know. But still, this fic's gonna revolve around Shockblast from when he was first activated all the way through his escape from the prison in Energon. Hope ya guys like it!
The Legacy of Shockblast – Chapter 1: The Legacy Begins
Darkness. Eternal, endless darkness. He looked around; had he died? Had he even been born? Unknown. There was nothing below his feet, but he wasn't falling; there were no walls, windows or a ceiling. He couldn't even see his hand before his optic, let alone his 'surroundings'.
He tried to speak, but no sound occurred. He tried to move, but nothing budged. The darkness was seemingly growing even darker, if that were possible, and he panicked. He couldn't run away, he couldn't call for help, he was doomed to be lost forever in the ceaseless nothingness!
Light. Bright, white light. All his limits disappeared with the appearance of the glowing luminosity. He shielded his optic with his single hand, preventing himself from being blinded by the bright light. By the pit was it bright; like staring into a thousand suns! Heat suddenly came from the light, banishing the coldness that suspended with the dark. He felt his armor quickly go from ice cold to blazing hot, it was almost unbearable!
He couldn't take it anymore, something had to be done. "Who are you?!" He shouted. For the first time, his voice was heard. It was suave, yet had a dangerous tone to it.
He received no answer, but called out again. "What do you want from me?!"
Again, no answer. Not a verbal answer, anyways. No sooner had his sentence finished, the hot white light faded slightly, and turned to a blood red. He lowered his arm, and stared into it once again, with his antenna wiggling with curiosity. Lightning pulsated around the light, as it slowly morphed into an orb. The crimson color faded into a sky blue, with the lightning wrapping itself around the sphere. A small, tiny cloud-like object appeared within the electric orb, with small sparks occurring inside of it. What was it? What was this sphere? He had never seen one before, but, somehow, he knew what it was.
A spark.
He was drawn to the Transformer heart. Literally. He moved closer and closer towards it, and it pulsated quicker as he drew nearer. The mech leaned down towards it, inspecting it with his single optic. He tilted his head slightly as the spark seemingly carved out a symbol on it, using a blade of light. The symbol was sharp, angular, and purple. It had a feeling of evil just by looking at it, as if nothing good would happen to the viewer. The symbol was the Decepticon marking. He gasped, and leaned a bit closer. The spark pulsated even quicker, with the Decepticon emblem shining brightly.
Pain. A whole world of pain. The instant he had gotten close enough to touch it, the spark launched itself into his left shoulder, and he cried out. He clenched his only hand tightly, while shaking violently, trying to keep his cries of pain at the level of an aching growl. Lightning danced all over his frame, as his single optic glowed a bright green. Suddenly, he stopped moving all together. The pain continued throbbing, but it never occurred to him. He slowly leaned backwards, with the hurt slowly fading.
Strange... He had a very strange feeling. He felt like he had a physical form. He felt like he was able to do more than hover around in the darkness. He felt like he was alive. But the joyous feeling of life soon faded into fatigue and exhaustion. The mech felt strangely tired, as if he had absolutely no energy flowing through him.
Before he knew it, he was lying down on his back, with nothing supporting him. The crackling lightning died, as his optic slowly dimmed. The emptiness slowly faded into that of a medical bay, and he found himself lying down on a table. Several Transformers were hunched over him, all bearing the Decepticon emblem somewhere on their torso.
His optic faded, but before he slipped into stasis lock, he heard one of the Transformers utter a word.
"Shockblast."