Chapter Eight: Iconoclasm
Why?
Such a simple word in itself.
Yet in its answer, a thousand possibilities.
One word and suddenly simply existing becomes a task both complicated and confusing.
This was the first time that it had ever questioned itself. The first time it broke from the haze it had been mindlessly floating in since the day of its creation.
It still remembers the day when it first existed.
No sense of self, no train of thought all to itself. There was only the comforting energy of the one known to it solely as 'Creator' and the dark vessel it was confined to. It was also aware of thirteen other 'presences' around it.
But it was incapable of seeing their physical bodies, only their unique-yet-similar signatures which were much smaller than the energy of the Creator.
Even in being blind and surrounded by strange, unseen entities, it did not question. It would never question its Creator, because everything for it simply was.
The Creator spoke to it, a shared link between Creator and creation. He explained little. Naming the thirteen beings 'Primes' and giving it its name; All Spark.
The All Spark understood its purpose without truly understanding. Its powers, untapped and seemingly endless, were to be used towards the creation of new life. A new planet.
Cybertron.
This the All Spark did not question. It only listened without truly hearing and, mindless and thoughtless, it began to work. Of course, the All Spark was not even aware of how exactly it was to do this, because it simply did.
Metal grew hot as raw energies poured over it, bending and twisting until two tiny, still bodies lay before the enormous vessel of the All Spark. And there was something missing. The All Spark knew this as well, sending yet another powerful surge rippled through the intricately carved Cube, connecting with the two bodies.
Colours the All Spark could not see worked their way up the two grey protoforms as they slowly came to life.
Two sets of optics onlined, seeing the world which their creator could not. The All Spark never knew what its first children looked like. Only seeing their sparks, glowing tiny and bright from its confines. One spark was very, very different from the other however.
Spark-bearing capabilities, was the word given to this new-spark, along with its new title; femme.
For a long time, the All Spark spent its existence creating new sparks for the rapidly climbing population of Cybertron, and providing Creator with excess energy spared in the creation of femmes.
This continued; a consistent, never-ending routine from the walls of the All Sparks temple.
That was, until something happened.
That something was a question. As the All Spark had realized that it was not like its creations, or even the Creator. They were capable of emotions; a word that the All Spark knew by definition, but otherwise meant nothing to it.
Its creations questioned the things around them will the All Spark remained silent. They were sentient while it was-
Nothing. Wasn't it? Something that neither felt nor had any free thoughts of its own couldn't be anything. It was just simply there.
This was the first time the All Spark questioned itself. The first time felt something.
It was no happy feeling.
It was anger. It was contempt for the one who had brought it into existence.
However, the newly enlightened All Spark realized it held no chance against Creator. Not now. So it held in its anger and continued its menial duties, waiting.
You wish for a new way to supply power for Cybertron? Then go. I shall provide you with this. Follow my instruction and you shall not fail. Find this energy, use all means necessary to acquire it.
Let nothing stop you. Nothing at all…
This was the All Sparks first lesson; leave a wish unattended and it will manifest into something destructive.
And so ended the Era of the Primes.
Again, the All Spark remained quiet about its new found freedoms. The Thirteenth Prime was the only one who had ever been in contact with the All Spark in its stages of feeling, but of course, he was no longer around to tell.
The All Spark could only guess, but it was certain He knew. Primus –the Creator- knew everything which would occur, including this. The All Spark knew Primus could have stopped it only so easily.
But he did not. For reasons the All Spark could not yet fathom, it was not destroyed.
And then they came.
Despite the fact that the Primes had been destroyed many years ago, it had not been before one Prime, the third youngest, had found a mate in the small community of All Spark-made Cybertronians. Thus creating the Prime line, each sparkling bearing the marks of their forefather.
But evidently, only some were able to carry the name 'Prime'.
Two brothers entered the All Sparks temple. Both femme born, both descended from the eleventh Prime. The youngest was designated Orion at the time, the elder, Megatron.
One was destined to become Prime any cycle now, the other already titled Lord High Protector. They had come to meet, not with the All Spark, but with the Council. The temple was a quiet location, only a select few were ever permitted entrance.
The All Spark sat, curiously listening to their sparks as the two walked past. Orion was nervous, terribly so it was almost amusing to think how the youngest brother would end up in such a position of power, a position he was reluctant to take.
Still, there was a feeling of great potential, the lingering Prime line. If it had one, the All Spark would have tilted its head, watching the sparks of the two brothers, as it let its energy slowly crackle to the surface. Acknowledging the brothers presence, this also allowed it temporary sight.
Both had turned at the small surge of power, Orion pulled himself closer to his brother, muttering something the All Spark chose not to hear. It pulled back into the Cube as Megatron reassured his brother and they continued forward. Reading the elder brothers spark one last time, the All Spark found something.
Ah…
The Lord High Protector would kill half the council and make an attempt on his brother's life that day.
Cycles later he would broadcast the newly forming Decepticon army, declaring war on the equally new formed Autobots, lead by the former Orion Pax. A war which focused around the only power source of Cybertron. A power source which had since decided to stop working.
This was the All Sparks second lesson; even the strongest of bonds can be obliterated by a single thought.
Well, it's certainly nice to say hello to everyone again.
I apologize if this is terrible and not up to par. Writers block is a terrible ailment. But a big thanks to everyone who dropped a suggestion to help with my WB, and a big thanks to aliengirlguy for the suggestion about the All Sparks perspective and its thoughts on Sam. The part about Sam, however, will come in the second part of this.
Anyone who is wondering, the link to my idea of a 'playlist' for Reprise of Forever is up on my profile. Feel free to suggest a song if you don't agree with my choices!
Iconoclasm: the action of attacking or rejecting cherished beliefs.
-DrHooksTowingandCo