Disclaimer: The show known under the title of "Beast Wars" and so popular among youngsters around the world is the property of Hasbro. I shall not make any profit out of this humble piece of fan fiction.
Author's note: In this second volume of the series that started with "Could have" and were recently named "Memories from the Future series" we continue the story trough the eyes of the rather peculiar but (hopefully) fascinating agent Silver Dawn. You will notice that her style is pretty different from what you've seen so far in the series. She sometimes writes from the point of view of other characters but only after she has thoroughly questioned them of their account of the events and prettified it with some of her "wannabe poetical descriptions" as she herself calls them.
A new character here, a new style of writing there but it's still the same old story you (once again, hopefully) like to read ;). Enjoy.
Chapter one
Arrival at Omicron
To whoever might be reading this, I must apologize in advance for the clumsy attempts at writing of a Maximal secret agent. If it weren't for my firm belief that this story simply must be written, I would have never taken up such a task. I cannot even come up with a title. But I convey the following events the way I witnessed them or the way other bots witnessed and later described them to me. I tell no falsehoods in the course of this story, nor do I make any attempt to manipulate the reader's opinion.
I do however tend to stray from the point for which I once again humbly apologize. You will sometimes stumble across my wannabe poetical descriptions (for I have the misfortune of being poetic without having the gift of a poet), my funny little thoughts and opinions and my own peculiar views on the situation. As my father often tells me, I simply daydream way too much. I hope these little detours from the main road shall not be too unpleasant or aggravating for you and you will look upon them with tolerance.
But it is time I began my tale for I fear that if I keep making excuses I shall never start.
By the orders of my father, Elder Accolade of the Maximal High Council, I was to depart on a secret mission on Colony Omicron. I was disguised as a doctor coming to replace the formerly deceased Dr. Static. But before that I had to undergo a private interview with some of the Elders, responsible for the top-secret project I was to join. They had been looking for a replacement for the dead scientist for some time now but it had not proven an easy task. Due to the confidentiality of the whole affair they were forced to be more than careful. Officially, they invited medics for an interview concerning their possible participation in a completely different and far more legal project happening on one of the small satellites of Cybertron. After careful questioning they had sent a number of them to the satellite but had not found a single one fulfilling the requirements for the top-secret assignment on Omicron.
Feeling confident in my medical skills and knowledge I picked up at some random time during my various studies (I'm naturally curious about everything and have a remarkable ability to learn) I think I managed to impress them.
They had no knowledge of me, had no idea whose daughter I was and after I showed myself to be a cold unscrupulous professional ready to discard everything and everyone in favour of my work, they were more than willing to take me.
To tell the truth, I was disgusted. The frivolity with which some of these people of high power look upon the living creatures they are supposed to guide and protect will never sease to shock me. Of course, they cannot be all like this. But in my experience, the politicians who are kinder and wiser are also less powerful and often unaware of the goings-on in the shadows of the Cybertronian government. My father is the sole exception and for that I'm proud and grateful.
But I have strayed once again.
Everything was settled. I got the job and a permission to fly to Omicron on my own as, according to the Elders, the fewer people knew about it, the better. That also meant that I landed in the dead of night. Apparently, common colonists were not to know of my existence. I was met at the entrance of the facility by a security team lead by a young bot who introdused himself as sergeant Throttle. My documents (the false ones my father gave me) were checked and I was led down to the lower levels of the facility where, in a small unfriendly office, the leading scientists of the project were expecting me.
Although I made sure not to show it, I was utterly amazed (not for the first time in my career) by the types of robots Cybertron gave birth to. It will not be too much to say that even the gray angular furniture in the room showed and probably had more feelings than Dr. Chillcold. As for Dr. Clearcut, I had never in my life met a more hateful creature, beautiful and polite as she was. Upon meeting her, my firm belief that no bot could be purely evil was seriously shaken. She had the kind of air about her that sent unpleasant chills even down my rather experienced spine.
Those two however stayed oblivious to my true feeling and were apparently satisfied with me.
Needless to say, I myself was grateful to finally be shown to my room which was at the ground floor of the research center and thankfully had a window. The window was situated at my eye level and not much could be seen trough it. It was half buried in the pale sand of the alleyway outside. But I was still grateful I had it. In this place it seemed all too easy to forget the rest of the world even existed.
I unpacked my suitcase and threw on the bad some datapads with my favourite old human novels. (Yes, that's where I picked up my peculiar manner of speaking so unbecoming for a Cybertron girl. But humans are so ineteresting and imaginative! I sometimes dream I'm a human girl. It would be so exciting to change all the time! But I suppose I would have a shorter life which would not allow me to learn everything I want to learn… Oh, but do forgive me for staying once again and inside a pair of brackets no less! I'll close them now.)
I read a little for comfort and then fell into a recharge cycle watching the grains of sand glitter in the light of a streetlamp and listening to the distant sounds of vehicles.
