The techno-organics
Chapter 8
Alabaster had learned on the TV that it can be difficult for men to realize they have children, but she still wanted to at least start a real conversation. This was not at all what she had envisioned. She had envisioned that after he had comes at terms with that knowledge they would talk, play and have fun together. Apparently she was wrong. She sat on the couch with the humans while the Autobots discussed. The humans was nice enough, they asked a lot of questions but it seemed that they really wanted to be her friends. Miko was running her hands trough her hair while braiding it and kept asking questions that Alabaster tried to answer.
"How did you do that thing with your hair?" Was the next question.
Alabaster shifted in her seat and reached to draw a lock of hair in front of her face but realized everything was tied up. So she just settled with picking with the stitches around her wrist.
"You already know about my telekinetic powers." She started. "When I use it the powers flowed through me and it stimulated the pain receptors in my wound so I could not use it to make myself fly. But instead I concentrated it to my hair so I could control it." Raph stared in awe but started to wonder what made her develop such advanced powers that Optimus did not posses. It could not come from her human side, maybe from some of the experiments she mentioned.
"That's really cool," Jack said but then turned serious. "But are the rest of your friends as easygoing as you?" Alabaster stared at him confused as she stopped picking at her stitches and Jack immediately noticed the similarity to the Autobots.
'Do all cyber-creatures stare when they get confused?' He thought as he cleared his throat.
"I mean, I guess some of them are made from Decepticons." He tried again but Alabaster did not stop staring.
"I guess so, what about it?" She asked while Miko was starting to finish braiding Alabaster's hair, not minding their conversation and instead thinking about meeting the others.
"I'm just worried they might get aggressive when they meet the Autobots." Jack asked rather awkwardly as Alabaster glared at him annoyed. A cold chill ran down his spine as he realized that he had said something bad. Alabaster ignored him and turned to Raphael that did not realize he was staring until they made eye contact. He quickly turned away and flushed embarrassed at his staring. He didn't mean to be rude, but Alabaster was so pretty. From her snow white skin, to the scars that covered her, to her long flowing hair that reached to her feet like a royal cape and seemed to change length as she pleased. Fitting to her name, she really did look like she was made of alabaster stone.
"Can I ask you something as well?" He asked with his face still red from embarrassment. She didn't notice and and simply nodded as she thought about how cute he looked.
"Why are you called Alabaster?" The albino rested her cheeks in her hands and smiled with closed eyes as she remembered.
"One time, it was just a few weeks after I fled the scientists." Jack and Miko had also started to listen. "I broke into a museum."
"Why did you break into a museum?" Miko asked and accidentally pulled Alabaster's hair too hard which made her yelp in pain.
"I had never heard about museums before and wanted to know what it was, I just didn't know you had to pay; so I broke in." She told nonchalantly like it was no big deal. "Anyway, when I was inside I came across this beautiful white statue and as I was looking at it, an old lady walked next to me and said, "Oh my, you look you're made of alabaster too." And I didn't understand what she meant until she explained that the statue was made of that mineral. It gave me an idea, instead of seeing myself as an abomination or a living weapon I could instead see myself as a piece of art. Because, I should not see myself as something that should not exist, I should see myself as something beautiful and worthy to exist. I am a piece of art and I look like I'm made of alabaster, therefor I decided to make it my name."
She did inherit one thing from Optimus, they both had the talent of making inspirational speeches and telling captivating stories. Miko tied her braid together before taking the spot beside her and capturing her in a tight hug. Miko had wanted to do it since she first noticed how adorable Alabaster was. This must be the fist time she had been hugged by another human, she had been hugged by the other techno-organics many times before, especially Freedom since she loved to cuddle and play with Alabaster's hair; but never had she been hugged by another human before. It was nice, Miko was small and soft and warm. She answered to her hug and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl. She liked these humans and wanted the rest of her family to meet them.
"Alabaster." Optimus finally called out and Alabaster jumped out of her seat with her new braid and leaped into the air as she quickly regained her blue glow. Optimus stopped in his tracks and stared a short moment before getting closer to her.
"We have discussed the situation and we think it would be best to let you go and let you and your group decide what you all want to do with the whole situation." I was not the answer she wanted. She had hoped that he would come with her so she got an opportunity to introduce her original to the rest of her family. She lowered her gaze as she floated back to the platform. The other Autobots kept a safe distance from her, still frightened of the fact of what she was; and what they still did not know she could do. Optimus noticed the change from her usual carefree behavior and leaned closer to her.
"Is something the matter?" He gently spoke and Alabaster turned around. "I have wanted to meet you for so long, but as soon as I finally find you, you just want to send me away." Alabaster explained, disappointed that nothing lived up to what she had imagined.
"That's not the case." Optimus defended. "It's clear what you want, but think about your comrades. They may not want the same." He looked softly at the little girl and a warm smile spread across his lips. "You have to all discuss it together, and if they decide to avoid us then you'll still be welcome back."
Knock Out was analyzing some organic material that he had taken from their prisoners. Not that it was hard, the field was covered with it after Megatron shot of the boys head. Knock Out's mind wandered towards that moment when he saw the boy regrow his own head. A disgusted chill went trough him as he examined the specimen and was chocked when he understood what he was looking at. There was traces of energon in their blood, high doses too that was attached to the red blood cells. He adjusted the microscope to be able to see at a molecular level, and was chocked when he understood what he was looking at. He could not believe it, it could not be possible. He took another closer look, but got the same disturbing result.
"Lord Megatron, please come to the lab." He called trough the com-link and shortly after Megatron walked in, seeing Knock Out visibly disturbed. He raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior before speaking.
"Have you discovered something about our prisoners." Knock Out blinked, trying to recollect his thoughts before he spoke.
"Yes, lord Megatron." He answered somewhat shakily. "But it's something you have to see for yourself." Without another word he leaned over the microscope and finally understood what had unnerved his medic. The samples they had collected from the boy was made of Cybertronian CNA and human DNA. He straightened himself and made his way to leave.
"What are we gonna do?" He asked before his master made his way out of the lab.
"I'm gonna question our prisoners myself." He spoke over his shoulder before he left.
Nikolai was left hanging in one of the Decepticons interrogation cells. He was still very weak from the healing and from what he had heard, so was Anastasia. They went in with water over their heads, underestimating their opponent and now they where prisoners. One thing could not escape his mind, the red Decepticon that they saw with Megatron. Nikolai started to recover enough strength to start and trying to wiggle the chains of him. No matter how long it went without success he still kept going. He had to flee, he had to save Anastasia and warn the others about their failure. He tried to lift himself up but was still to weak and his whole body ached and especially his new grown head. He soon gave that plan up and fell down with the metallic shatter of the chains as he was left hanging. He lifted his gaze and spotted his precious chainsaw leaning against the wall. Taunting him about how close it was and yet he was unable to reach it. Suddenly the doors opened and in walked the silver mech. Nikolai hid his fear behind a arrogant grin as Megatron walked closer.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked and Nikolai wanted to answer, 'Freedom's original', but stopped himself and just shook his head as an answer.
"I am lord Megatron, leader of the Decepticons." He said proudly as Nikolai made a mental note to remember that name so he could share it with Freedom.
"You and your sister made quite a show earlier." He remarked and started to circle the chained boy like a predator.
"Release me and I'll give you another one." He said and started to shake again so the chains made rattled noises, but soon stopped and turned to look the warlord dead in the eye. "If you are here to torture the information out of me, then do your best. I'm already so used to pain that the way you shot of my head felt like a tickle." Nikolai flashed his arrogant smile again but Megatron merely chuckled and kept walking until they faced each other.
"We shall see." He purred before turning the the matter that brought him here. "My medical staff examined the organic tissue that was left after the battle, and they made a very interesting discovery." Nikolai's grin quickly disappeared and was replaced with a terrified expression. His limbs suddenly felt weaker as he struggled even more with holding Megatron's gaze.
"We discovered that your genetic structure is made of human and cybertronian material. You and your sister are some sort of freaks of nature..." How dared he? Nikolai was not a result of nature, none of them were, and he did not need some giant peace of junk to remind him of that disgusting truth.
"You're wrong!" He suddenly shouted and then they were both quiet. Megatron wanted to cut him right there for talking with such disrespect, but he held back his urge and waited for the boy to finish.
"How we would all love to be creations of nature," He chuckled darkly. "But instead, we are creations of sick deranged scientists." Megatron slightly tilted his head as he listened. He understood now, these two where bred in a lab, but how many more where there.
"Who created you?" He asked low and threatening, but the anger was rather directed at the unknown group.
"We don't know, all we know is that they were a group who created us with the intention to use us as weapons, but it does not matter." Nikolai looked into the crimson eyes of the Decepticon leader as a chillingly twisted smile slowly appeared on his face. "We killed all of them." He coldly revealed. "We had our revenge. We made them pay for all the cruel experiments, all the death and the torture." He tilted his head as he spoke to Megatron but the warlord did not show any signs of being startled. "If you are planing to torture any more information out of me or my sister, then I recommend that you don't. As I said before, those who created me have already made me go trough hell. Just a advice to save you from disappointment" He whispered calmly and returned to that arrogant look he had before. Megatron still stood unfazed but on the inside he was repulsed, but at the same time thinking how he could turn these hybrids to his advantage. Then he got an idea.
"Just one more question." He said and placed his arms behind his back. "They would have to gather CNA from somewhere, did this group gather it from us?" He remembered that thought he had when he first laid eyes on them.
"You're are the only sources, right. But tell me, do I happen to look like someone you know?" Megatron finally lost his control as his suspicions were confirmed. He jerked slightly and as he got a repulsed look. Nikolai saw this and his face lit up in joy.
"So it's true. That red robot is our original." Now that Megatron knew he could clearly see the resemblance. Megatron turned and left the cell as Nikolai shouted his request to see his original.
"NO! Please let me meet him. We just want to see him. Please say something!"