Sorcerers of Sacor & Transformers: Mecha!Sorcerer
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Here I am again! Another experimental story.
I normally get these ideas by randomly picking a fandom, of something I have read/seen before, and I read a few stories by my fellow writers (a big shout out to all you amazing guys!).
Shannon's (my oc) mechanical form was a dead idea that started years ago. I decided to resurrect it and found the Transformers fandom. By what I've read their fandom tends to use specialist vocabulary. I bet it's a good job that I enjoy Physics and Computer Science :)
I hope you like whatever I come out with in this one. Now for the disclaimer:
Transformers does not in any way belong to me, it has the full copyright of Paramount and Hasbro (I do not own it or related content).
I do however own the Sorcerers of Sacor series and related characters and content (including Shannon's Mechanical form).
They flew up some wind tunnels until Shannon was satisfied that they were at a reasonable altitude. "Drift, are you okay?" She asked him. The white and red mechanical dragon looked uneasy. She weaved herself into his mind and was given the task of sieving through his life, no two lives…
She scowled at him; she knew that he was an ex-Decepticon, not what his mind told her. His optics widened at her scowl. She growled and got him out of the sky, she pinned him to the side of the cliff, beating her wings to keep them in the air. "You didn't tell me of that past," she roared into his audio receptors.
"I thought that it would be best to keep it to myself" he said the best that he could.
"You dissected the enemy to get useful components, Deadlock," she said pushing him to the rock, "that is not ok." He gasped noticing the dragoness charging her blue fire. He offlined his optics and tried to curl away from her fury.
"I was wrong; I was under instruction by Megatron! It was not me. Deadlock did that stuff," the MechaDragon whimpered as he cowered further. She let her wings go limp and they began a free fall, of course the MechaDragon fell first as he was heavier. He didn't know whether to let go or to hold onto the furious dragoness. If he let go, he could not yet fly well enough to pull out of a fast fall. If he held on to the dragoness, she could easily snap his head off. Neither choice was too thrilling to the MechaDragon. He decided to hold tightly onto the raging dragoness. "That was Deadlock. I am not him anymore… I'm Drift, a citizen of the Rebellion Empire," he whimpered into her neck. She relaxed slightly and opened her wings, casting a shapeshifting spell on him.
When the rush of air receded, and he onlined his optics, he noticed that the spell had transformed him into his default form, but a smaller version perched on the blue dragoness' back. She flew in silence for around ten minutes. "Explain," she ordered. He placed a hand on her neck.
"I was designation Deadlock while I was a Decepticon. I tried to turn Autobot but was rejected as Drift. You accepted Drift and I hoped to leave Deadlock behind," he said. She craned her neck to look back at him.
"I'm angry that you didn't tell me Drift, you mean a lot to me and I felt betrayed" Shannon confessed.
"I'm sorry my Empress, I won't keep anything else away from you" he apologised to the now calm being beneath him.
They flew in silence, Drift was getting closer to recharge with the calm winds. "Drift, wake up" the dragoness said. The Cybertronian stirred.
"I wasn't going into recharge" he said. She smiled and landed near a waterfall. He got off her back and looked around. Shannon transformed into her human form and stood beside Drift. "What do you think of it. It's my private place, nobody else comes here" she said.
"It's quite peaceful. I'm sorry again. You have no idea how ashamed I am for disappointing my Empress" he said. Shannon wrapped an arm around him.
"That is the past Drift, I trust you" she replied. They laid against a tree trunk and both fell into recharge.
"So Optimus thinks that this untouched place is where the Empress is hiding?" Ironhide asked.
"Yes, I can also feel that she's near because of our bond" Ratchet replied. The weapons specialist nodded. He pushed aside a branch.
"We've found a pair of plotting culprits" he said smiling at Shannon and Drift as they added to a map they drew in the soil. "Hey guys, why aren't you in the city?" He asked. The dragoness looked at him and smiled.
"I taught Drift how to fly" she said. Ratchet looked quizzically at him.
"The last medical check said everything apart from you being an aerial bot" he said. Shannon nodded at Drift and he transformed into his MechaDragon form. "Okay... you seem to have a few scratches on you Drift. There is something that you are not telling me" the medic said. The MechaDragon shook his head. Shannon turned into a human and sat on Drift's back. "Why were you looking for us?" She asked. The mechs were dragged out of their temporary daze.
"Jealousy that you were spending your time with another mech" Ironhide said nudging the medic. Drift then cowered slightly as he felt Ratchet tug on the bond between himself and the Sorceress. "You fragger..." the medic began.
"I was placing a component in Drift's snout and it began the bond sequence" she said, justifying her actions. Ratchet seemed too calm.
"Why, you have the power to refuse the bond" he said. The medic stared at her for an answer. He adopted an aggressive stance and Drift growled. Ironhide put a servo on Ratchet's shoulder. "You remember that a severed bond can equal mental trauma" he said. The medic also growled.
"I'm a Doctor, of course I know. I don't care if this fragger had trauma, just that he must be offlined for taking my femme" he replied, "Shannon get the frag off of this heap of slag."
She transformed into a dragon between the two. "Nobody attacks anyone" she roared. Ironhide followed her lead to defend the other mechs from each other.
"I prefer not to start a fight... especially with a drone" Ratchet said. Drift's optics turned red. Shannon held onto him to keep him still. "You heard right! You're a drone whom has failed to collapse my family" the medic continued. Ironhide turned to him.
"Calm down, its a simple misunderstanding" the weapons specialist tried to explain. Drift narrowed his optics as they returned to their blue colouration. They all began to walk towards the city. Drift grunted audibly.
"Shannon, I can't believe how you would bond with this old frag anyway" Drift said, now in his default form. Ratchet was in mid jump towards Drift when Shannon jumped onto the medic. She pinned the mech to the ground. "Enough, both of you" she said.
Xavier approached the group as they returned to the city gates. "Welcome back Empress" the spotted dragon said. She nodded.
"Why are you on guard?" She asked.
"Saasik decided that the city would be a clear target for the new rebel group" Xavier replied. Shannon put her face in her right palm. She then stared at her spotted friend in disbelief.
"So, there is a Rebellion movement against the Rebellion Empire" she sighed, making sure that her statement sounded as idiotic as it did in her mind.
"Yes, and Commander Saasik Sonak has already discovered a few plots to assassinate you" he replied. The bots adopted a defensive stance around her. "And I see that you have sufficient guards already. Even if two are your bondmates" Xavier continued. He nodded to Ratchet and Drift. Ironhide tried to make conversation with the dragon.
"And you are?" He asked. Xavier smiled.
"I am Xavier, communications officer" the spotted dragon replied. The group walked into the city. Shannon kept a tight observation of Ratchet and Drift. Instead she decided on talking to Ironhide. "'Hide, how is the weaponry integrating alongside the forge?" She asked transforming into a human and perching on his shoulder.
"I've got a good team of marksmen, snipers and weapons experts. We're making progress on the Sacorian Armour" he said.
"I might spend time in the weaponry" she said, "also to let these aft-headed mechs bicker between themselves." He chucked.
"I'll be pleased to show you around the place. You may need to sort out your mechs later" he said walking towards the Weaponry. The mechs stayed behind, Shannon guessed that they would work something out.
They entered the weaponry and she was greeted by the metal on metal ring of the weapon smiths. Ironhide signalled the end of a shift with a raised hand. The last working Sorcerer didn't move from his workbench. He put the sword aside and lifted his helmet off. He turned and bowed to the Empress. He turned into a human and presented the sword to the now-grounded Sorceress. "The new sword design Empress. It can morph form" he said. She held the sword and twisted her right wrist to watch it transform into a longbow.
She got carried away and began a sword dance. She swayed while she cut through the air. She jumped and let the blade transform into a small drone. She grinned and stopped the dance. She let her mechanical components scan the small grey MechaDragon. "No spark" she whispered.
"It gets it's spark once it intergrates with its owners blade" the Sorcerer said. Shannon unsheathed her blue sword and the drone held its paws out to get it. "Empress, the drone is yours. Give it the sword" he continued. She took his advice and gave the sword to the waiting drone. It transformed and integrated its frame with the azure sword. The drone grew bigger, but slightly smaller than Shannon's dragon form. Its armour was mostly royal blue, the same colour as her blade, and had light blue highlights. It had a mechanical voice. "Greetings Mistress, how may I service you" it said. Shannon laughed and the drone looked confused.
"You can call me Shannon, and the second part of the sentence was slightly misleading. You could replace it with 'how may I serve you' or either 'how may I help you', or something like that" she said. The drone smiled. Ironhide looked at the drone.
"How are your systems? Give me a full status report" he said. The drone nodded.
"System Status
Processor: 100% functional, 15% full
Motors: 100%
Ventilation systems: satisfactory
Neurological Circuitry: to be tested
Energon Levels: 25%" the drone said. The weapons specialist smiled.
"Shannon, your drone requires to be fuelled. And a name" he said. Shannon turned into a dragoness and lead the drone to the main dining hall. She thought of different names as she walked. She entered the hall with the drone close to her tail. She went to the counter. "Hey Paxim, two boiled eggs for me please. And some energon for my friend" she said. The spotted humanoid then went into the kitchen. Shannon sat on a large dragon-sized bean bag in the dragon-sized part of the hall. The drone stayed stood. She motioned for it to sit and it did.
Paxim served the meals on a table and the two transformed into humanoids to sit at it. Shannon nibbled on a slice of boiled egg and watched the drone's blue optics. It ate the new energon food, a new invention that put energon in solid matter. It then drank the energon as Shannon finished her meal. "Fuel levels?" She asked.
"100% thank you for letting me refuel Mistress" it said. She had stopped from telling the drone to call her by her name. She put an arm around him.
"Now for us to come up with a name" she pondered, "what about Steve... no... Steve with 6 e's. Spelt Steeeeeeve."
"I like it Mistress" Steeeeeeve said.
"But first you must learn the difference between politeness and innuendos" she said smirking. She established a telepathic link.
/Accessing Dictionary protocol/
She smiled. Drift and Ratchet walked in. "I hope you're getting along with each other. This is Steeeeeeve, my drone" she said to the mechs. Steeeeeeve looked worried and transformed into the azure sword. Shannon caught and sheathed her drone.
"So you do have a drone, I personally thought that Drift was it" Ratchet said. Drift mumbled something.
"I am a mech, not a drone" he grumbled. Shannon walked to the two. She sat on Ratchet's stabilising servo. She heard a barely audible inquisitive squeak. Her brood came out of the shadows. Shannon felt her blade, no her drone, morph into a small MechaDragon. "Mum! Dad!" Astra exclaimed. She looked at the MechaDragon that was small enough to look up at the three.
"Who's this?" Nightshade asked. Crossflight petted the smaller dragon.
"Designation: Steeeeeeve" the drone replied.
"Uncle Drift?" Crossflight asked. The mech looked at the hybrid. "Why are you not bonded to Dad? Mum is" the Cybertronian-Sorcerer asked. Drift looked at Ratchet.
"I didn't know that we were required to" Drift said.
Shannon walked through the corridors of the visitors portion of the main base. She mentally made a note to get a plan on everyone's dorms. She was tired after having a good meal, but knew that she had to settle things with Optimus about Sacor. Steeeeeeve vibrated in its sheath. She allowed it to transform into its MechaDragom form. "Mistress, I managed to download the dorm information" it said. She walked alongside it, following the directions that Steeeeeeve had sent her. She stopped before the door.
"Why do you hesitate?" It asked.
"Optimus asked for a private meeting, about Sacor. I'm nervous to be honest" she replied. The drone put a wing around her.
She entered the room without the drone, she mentally ordered him to wander around and help when necessary. The prime was sat at his desk. "Empress-" he began.
"Don't call me that" she replied.
"I'll call you that regardless. Anyway, Empress, I think that I should be briefed on Sacorian customs" he said. The dragoness became weary at the unusual request.
"Each race has its own custom. Such as Sorcerers tend to make a display when using an unusual form of magic" she said. The Autobot leader paused in thought.
"What is magic exactly? Humans claim to practice it, but use trickery" he asked. She too paused.
"Magic: the use of biological energy to manipulate matter, whether it be to a natural or seemingly supernatural affect" she said. He stood next to the dragoness.
"Is that ability isolated for Sorcerers" he said.
"No, anyone can really if you have the power to manipulate energy. It's just Dragons that can't weald magic"
"-Spiros"
"-Magic Dragons are not Dragons" she sighed. She heard Jazz walk past.
::inception mother fraggers:: he transmitted through the comm before running off. Optimus tried to ignore that interruption. "Anyway, can Cybertronians weald magic?" He asked.
"I don't know. My drone can because it is a part of my spark. Drift can because of the Navidas Pouch-" she began. Optimus patted Shannon's back.
"What is a Navidas pouch?" He asked. She smiled.
"What else would be in my snout" she said, "it contains the cells that make my elements usable. Also the required energy to perform magic."
::Prime, we have a newcomer:: could be heard over the comm. Optimus looked confused and the dragoness followed him down the corridor. They exited the building to see a dark red sprts car, clearly an alternate mode. Optimus and the other main Autobots stayed clear of the newcomer, except the drone and Drift who didn't get as close as Shannon. The dragoness looked the newcomer over, she gleaned from its processor that it was a mech. She transformed into a human and touched the mech's sleek finish. He shivered at the touch and transformed into his bipedal form. He was mostly dark red and had optics similar to Shadow Dragons. He bent down and looked at her. Optimus stared at the two. Shannon raided the mech's processor and established a connection. 'What is your destination?' She asked.
'My designation is Knockout, and you are?' He replied. She smiled.
'I am Empress Shannon of the Rebellion Empire' she thought back. She looked to her prime who was deep in conversation with Knockout over the comm system. This one was sly, cunning enough to earn his place in Shannon's personal group.
'You're more intelligent than Prime, you're having a conversation with both of us and he doesn't suspect the slightest' she added smiling.
'Have I gained your trust? I came to join your ranks, not the Autobots' he thought back, 'I heard of Drift's own integration as a Rebellion citizen.'
"It has been agreed that Knockout wishes to join the Rebellion" Optimus sighed.
"He may join the Rebellion, the Empire has received another worthy warrior" she said, mostly addressing Knockout, "I guess that I'm pretty good at converting 'cons into the Rebellion." Knockout winked at the Empress.
'It's 'cause of your attitude and charms' he thought. She smiled.
'Thank you Knockout' she replied. Optimus made a coughing noise which came out as two short spirts of static.
"Your little gang may cause problems for us" he said.
Shannon worked out who they were talking about; Jazz, Drift and Knockout. They had spent plenty of spare time racing. She jumped into her dragon form and reared up on her hind legs. She nuzzled his helm, trying to pry out any emotion she thought was in the Prime. His faceplate heated, "what are you doing?" He asked, slight static filled his embarrassment. She held her paws on his servos.
"Why will we cause problems?" She asked, keeping her voice low as she noticed that the room was empty.