Sparks of Cybertron
An: Please see first chapter for disclaimer and other info. Also don't get used to my updating so much *Laughs* I'm usually a sporatic updater. But this bunny is evil and won't let go!
"Blah" Magic talking.
"Blah" Primus/Allspark talking.
Chapter 2: The making of Mechs
Epps looked around them in shock. Where was the pearly gates? They had died right? And on that note where was the black haired kid? Epps got off of the blond kid and dusted himself off before lending a hand to Miles to help him up.
"You okay kid?"
"Not bad considering we should be extra crispy. Hey what's with those lights?", Miles replied shakily, pointing at two large glowing orbs. One ball of light was a bright blue, the other orb a blue green.
Epps shrugged as he scanned the area looking for the other kid. He spotted him standing between the glowing orbs. He motioned for the blond kid to stay behind him as the approached the black haired kid. Who turned to face them. Epps revised his estimate. The young man looked to be about 21 – 22 and battle weary. Messy black hair and vivid green eyes, scrawny though like he hadn't gotten a good meal in a year or ten.
They stopped just short of the young man who gave them a crooked smile.
Miles peeked around the solder and waved at the other. "Uh thanks for trying to same me you guys. Miles Lancaster, high school student." He chirped.
"Robert Epps, Special Opps." He replied amused at the situation.
"Harry Potter, Combat Wizard from another dimension."
They weren't expecting the British accent. And both jumped when the lights started to bounce and introduce themselves.
"Magic, Creator of mystical arts of Harry's old dimension." The blue-green light bounced, mischief lacing her voiced.
"Primus, Creator of Cybertronians of this dimension. Also known as the Allspark." The bright blue light bounced next in mischief.
Epps gapped at the lights and pointed at the blue light, "What? Aren't you that cube thing that Sam is trying to get to safety with?"
"The cube is nothing more than physical housing for my spark." Primus replied.
Magic snorted, "Don't you mean prison? You told me yourself that the cube had been tampered with by the Fallen."
"True."
Miles came out from behind the Sergeant, "So lemme get this straight. You two like gods, ya?" The lights bobbed in agreement. Miles then pointed at Harry, "And your some sort of dude that can turn people into frogs and come up with weird potions and stuff right?"
Harry nodded slowly not sure what the reactions of the two other humans was going to be. Miles nodded back and grinned hugely, "That is so COOL!"
Epps, foreseeing many questions put a calming hand on the blond, grinning to reassure the raven haired man. "Ya it's cool. So why are we here?" He directed the questions to the two lights hovering just behind Harry.
"You've got some choices to make sergeant. So too does Miles."
"We have an offer for you both. If you are agreeable we would like to turn you into one of my children along with Harry. You'll be given adult forms but my children may still view you as sparklings."
"Sparklings? Is that like human babies here on earth?" Miles questioned.
"Yes. It seems a few things need to be explained."
Primus explained a little about Cybertronians and their history. How long the war had been going on for, which was a really long time, how the cube came to be on this world. And a few other details to the questions that Epps and Miles asked. This prompted Harry to give them an overview of his own history and the war he had concluded prior to coming to this world.
Epps contemplated the information he had been given. He knew that there was a lot left unsaid. He gave Harry a sympathetic look, "Ya know if it had been me, I'd have shot those so called allies of yours a hell of a long time ago!"
Harry shrugged; there was little he could do about them now.
Magic loosed a harsh laugh, "Oh don't let them bother you at this time. Fate and Destiny have a way with dishing out punishment on those too stupid to think for themselves."
Epps nodded; he understood really well what she didn't say. As they say, there was nothing quite like a woman scorned and add in the fact that they had hurt her kid... Epps cut that thought off. He didn't want to know. He looked at the two powers.
"So why us?"
"Why not you? Your air force, Miles likes to fly and jets. Harry likes to fly on his broom. One way or the other you three match."
"And Seekers are always sparked in threes. When the offer was made to Harry, I had decided after doing some research..."
"AKA he interrogated me.", Magic butted in playfully.
"Thus comming to the conclusion that a Seeker form would be the best form. The only problem was he would need Trine mates. You two would help Harry acclimate to this world and he would help you."
Miles bit his lower lip. He was tempted but, "And if we don't want to? What then?"
"That's fine. You can go to your final rest without penalty. Your bodies are destroyed there is no other chance for you to return to them. We are trying to turn bad circumstance into benefits."
Miles nodded in understanding. He knew they should have been extra crispy. Miles looked at Robert with a questioning glance. Epps caught the look and nodded. He was going to accept. He left comrades in the living world and he just wasn't ready to die yet.
"I'm in. So what do we gotta do boss bot?"
"So am I." Miles chirped.
"Nothing and sleep. When next you online you'll be in your new forms."
[Mission city battle]
Sam ran and tripped, once again dropping the cube as his friend and two others were engulfed in flames from downed jets. A wave of energy left out of the cube and struck out. Megatron was slightly stung. It was enough so that Jazz could get from his grasp. The wave of creation energy struck the pile of downed jet and human remains at the same time two more fighter jets crashed into the ugly mess. The pilots themselves safe due to seat ejections.
Power and light flared up. Glowing ,three protoforms took shape in the light. From where they crashed, Bumblebee and Ironhide watched in astonishment as three Seeker stood where twisted metal and human bodies once were. One form was utterly pitch black, no light reflecting off of the protoform's hide, also the mech was heaver built then the other two seekers. Another seeker had a mostly golden hide with yellow highlights; his body build looked built of stamina. The last Seeker was slightly smaller than his trine mates, as he was built more for speed and grace. Dark blue coloring accented in black and silver made up the protoform's coloring. On their wingtips, the Autobot logo and tags where clearly and proudly displayed for all to see.
As one, the new Autobot trine came online. As was their want they came online fast. The black one got up of the seeker pile and tried to take a step. He promptly lost his footing and nearly faceplanted into the road.
"Whoa! Who shrunk the city!" Ironhide recognized the voice emitting from the Seeker's audios as sergeant Epps'.
"What the Frag?" Ironhide cursed in astonishment. He saw the brave human die trying to save the younglings in the line of fire. The frontliner was the only one, up in the sky Starscream actually paused in his aerial assault to gap excitedly at the new Seekers. He quickly noted they're faction patches and grimaced. Still, the thought of new Seekers prompted Starscream to do barrel rolls in happiness.
Back on the ground the other two Seekers had onlined in confusion. Both looking disoriented and wobbly prompting both to sit where they once stood. Getting a hold of themselves all five bots turned at the roars of Megatron as the Cube was introduced the Decepticon Leader's spark; destroying both in the process.
"Go Sam!" Cheered the golden Seeker from his ground perch, unwilling to try and stand without assistance.
Ratchet came around the corner of a building carrying an online but hurt Jazz, having gotten a com from Ironhide about the new seekers. He approached them and sat Jazz down by the blue one. Ratchet gave the four bots his sternest stare.
"None of you move from this spot until I come back. Or I'll be introducing you to my biggest wrench. Am I clear?" The Seekers gulped and nodded. The medic might be smaller than them but Ratchet was still able to intimidate them quite nicely. Jazz though just had to protest.
"But Ratch..."
"No Jazz, you in no condition to help with the clean up." Ratchet whirled around and marched straight to Ironhide, Bumblebee and Mikaela. "Don't you dare move Bumblebee!"
Bee whined a little. The scout was getting tired of being in Ratchet's 'tender' mercies.
Optimus Prime approached the group, carrying an exhausted Sam in his servo. The Autobot leader gazed at the new bots with slight suspicion despite their markings.
Miles fidgeted a little before he broke under the hard stare. "Uh, Primus says hi?"
The other two Seekers groaned in pain as Optimus and Sam gaped at the golden Autobot Seeker in surprise.
"Miles?" Sam asked in surprise.
A weak smile crossed his face plates. "Hi bro."
TBC