Two new terms you should be aware of:
Spark Transfer: (From my previous story) Where an immature spark of a sparkling or youngling is transferred to an adult protoform with all the essential adult programming already in place. This was the methods used to quickly make new soldiers for battle but was outlawed due to the suffering it caused.
Energon deficiency: The suffering of a lack of energon leading to many system problems such as stiff joints, system glitches, inability to recharge and eventually Spark arrest.
Spark Arrest: When a spark forces the system into stasis lock due to lack of energon in order to preserve itself. If energon is not delivered then the spark begins to pulse sporadically, the disruption of the spark's regular pulse rhythm causes the said Cybertroian's system to go into shock, and eventually the spark fades and dies as a result.
These terms are ones I have invented myself so if you wish to use them, please ask first. I see many author's terms and ideas stolen. Thank you.
::Essences::
:Thoughts/mind links
:Flashbacks:
It's Time
Echoes
By Steph
Sixty vorns had past since the renewal of Cybertron and in that time the planet had come to flourish in what many had come to call the second golden age, but this long time of prosperity, however was not destined to be… Ever since the harvest of Earth's sun that gave the planet it's life blooded energon, time had finally began to take it's toll and the effects of not having the Allspark were beginning to once more become apparent. Energon was beginning to run out, it was a slow process but with no harvester to replace the dwindling supplies and with the Allspark gone the Cybertroians had no way to power their planet. Not only that, it was Energon that kept the Cybertroian's alive, in essence, energon was similar to human food, for without it, they would perish.
Cities soon began to lose power and no more sparklings were born, death and lack of energon set in and soon just like the time during the great war, many Cybertroians fled to space to perhaps seek refuge amongst the stars.
Crime and violence began to escalated, with many mech's forming gangs and other society's in an attempt to overthrow the council, looting of energon supplies became more common as the dwindling supplies were forced to be rationed out to the remaining population. Diplomacy relations fell and the once great economy of the once vibrant planet collapsed. Lack of energon and the drive to survive was pushing even the Cybertroians over the edge, just as lack of food and water had the humans on earth all those years ago.
As the situation escalated Optimus's began to feel the tremendous burden of guilt burn more vibrantly in his spark chamber, watching Cybertron and it's people beginning to crack. A feeling akin to only that of watching earth as it burned away, along with it's sun….
As leader, it was Optimus's responsibility to keep the peace on Cybertron, things however were becoming increasingly difficult which was what lead him to call an emergency meeting with the council. Optimus had once more seen the rise and now the starting of the fall of Cybertron, he only hoped somehow, this time, things would turn out differently. Watching the low light of the day pass, Optimus turned his attention away from the bright orange sky and headed into the council spire to convene with the other council members. It was going to be a long solar cycle…
A bright golden autobot stood, his bright armour gleaming in the low bands of light. The bot stood silently his deep green optics staring intently up at the lettering engraved in the temple just in front of him. To many, his designation was Vita Nova for his fallen home. But to the ones who knew of his story, he was Sam.
After all this time, Sam's memories had slowly began to return to him, as he grew, he memories became clearer, first it was just random flashbacks but after sometime Sam was finally able to piece the events together that had lead to his death as a human. The process had been painful but Bumblebee was there, just as he always had been. Growing up as a sparkling, it was Bumblebee who had taken on the task of raising Sam himself, and it was he who had given Sam his autobot designation, naming Sam after the sun that had given Cybertron it's new life. An honour Sam was proud to carry.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.
Sam finally understood what those words meant, the end of Earth had meant the new beginning for Cybertron, and the fact it was written in the language not of Cybertron but of earth, was something Sam was truly proud of.
Slowly Sam tarred his gaze from the words embedded in the shiny silver metal and paced forward through the doorway, inside a great stone tablet stood in the middle of the room surrounded by glyphs of ancient Cybertroian writing. This was the previous resting place of the Allspark itself, the temple had been reconstructed as a tribute to the great cube that had breathed the first spark of life to Cybertron. Sam's optics fixated on the central stand, feeling the familiar twinge of guilt wrench at his spark, every knew what was happening, Cybertron was running out of energon once more and without the Allspark, there seemed little hope in stopping it, worst still, in his previous life as human it was Sam who had destroyed the Allspark. A memory he was not proud to hold despite his good intention, Cybertron was once again dying, only this time, he was powerless to stop it. Something snapped the bot out of his stupor, it was a familiar sensation, one he often felt as a new memory resurfaced…
Sam let out a sigh, besides him, Bumblebee gazed down at his human charge.
"What troubles you Sam?"
Sam gazed up at his friend, finding, the concerned optics of his guardian looking down at him, Sam dropped his gaze.
"I can't help but feel responsible; because of me you can't rebuild your home and your entire race is doomed to extinction. I took something from you which I had no right to take."
"Sam?" Bumblebee glanced down at the boy, his voice concerned
"The Allspark, you guys fought so hard for it, you nearly died protecting it, and I destroyed it."
Bumblebee himself let out what could pass for a human sigh, he spoke in a comforting voice trying to calm his human.
"Sam you had no choice, the war needed to end. You have saved us all and we are very grateful to you, it is sad the Allspark is gone but it needed to be done…
Sam's optics flashed spluttered on and off before finally his vision cleared, the golden autobot shook his head to right himself, he slowly turned to leave, this place seemed to be causing old memories to resurface but just as he was about to take a step, a low humming essence seemed to fill him making his vision go fuzzy, Sam tried to shake off the sensation but it quickly overwhelmed him before finally his optics went blank as his body hit the dirt. The last thing Sam heard was a low thrumming of a voice fissuring out from deep in the contours of his own mind.
::Can you hear me now?::
"Who are you?" Sam asked it, trying to see through the darkness that surrounded him.
::Can you hear me now?:: It asked again, echoing outwards in the mists of the blackness.
"What do you want?" he tried again .
::I am the one::
"The one? The one what?" Sam felt his own mind voice ask, quickly he tried to power up his systems, but it was no use, whatever this was, it had taken him over.
::I am the creator, the soul, the original spark::
"What do you want from me?" Sam asked, hoping to get an answer. Only darkness, the blackness surrounded him, he was trapped…
::Can you hear me now?::
::Can you hear me now?::
The voice echoed away, finally beginning to fade as the darkness consumed Sam's mind and he succumbed to the welcoming bliss of nothingness.
Bumblebee sighed, he had just returned from an emergency gathering with Optimus and the council about the current situation of the ever worsening energon crisis. Glancing around, Bumblebee surveyed the room, Sam was missing… Worry filled the yellow mech's spark, it was dangerous to be out there alone, there were thugs and criminals willing to fight to death for even a scrap of energon, even to the extreme point of stealing it directly from a mech's systems. Bumblebee shuddered, forcing the distributing the thoughts out of his mind.
To the left of the two metal berths on a small shelf stood a pink luminous container. Energon… Bumblebee paced forward, grimacing as he felt his metal joints strain with just the effort of moving. The lack of energon in Bumblebee was beginning to become apparent just as it was for most Cybertroians. Energon deficiency was a serous condition it brought on system problems such as; slower reactions, creaking and stiff struts, dimmer optics, inability to fall into recharge and in the most serious cases: Spark arrest. Sam insisted to go without energon for as long as his systems would allow him, insisting that Bumblebee took his share. Only when Sam's systems began to crash did Bumblebee have the strength to hold him down long enough to make him take some of the life giving substance.
Bumblebee reached out and filled a clear cube full from the small container on the shelf between the two metal berths, the pink energon glowed brightly, swirling around inside the small container. Tipping his head back, Bumblebee drank the energon cube in one, sighing appreciatively as he felt the familiar warming sensation flow throughout his circuitry. Glancing at the glowing container Bumblebee frowned, they were down to their last cube and weren't due for another ration for at least another month. Setting the container down, Bumblebee turned his attention towards the door as his sensors detected a spark signature outside. The locking mechanism engaged and the door slowly began to open, Bumblebee readied his weapon, but the mech's bond node activated in the presence of the other half's spark. Bumblebee immediately lowered his cannon as the door finally opened revealing….
"Sam?" Bumblebee questioned softly, taking in the sagged stance of his charge. Bumblebee quickly made his way over to the distressed golden mech.
"Bee…" Sam whispered shakily, clumsily Sam stumbled forward almost tripping over his own feet in the process. Bumblebee quickly leaned forward and caught Sam before his body hit the floor, he allowed Sam to lean heavily against him as he gently lead Sam inside of their quarters.
The guardian hummed in his chest, trying to sooth his distressed charge through their bond. Bumblebee's spark quivered in anxiety, his worry for Sam increasing as rolls of fear and distress radiated through the bond link.
"Sam, Sam, Sam" Bumblebee crooned, gently leading Sam towards his recharge berth.
Bumblebee could literally feel Sam's fear as his own, in an attempt to calm his charge, Bumblebee sent waves of love and comfort down the link, he sighed in relief as Sam's shaking began to slow.
"Sam, what is it? What's wrong?" Bumblebee asked as he gently pushed Sam's body down on the sleek metal surface, laying one comforting hand upon the mech's golden shoulder armour.
"I… it's nothing." Sam murmured, turning his gaze away from his guardian. "I just need to recharge."
Bumblebee tried to reach out to Sam through the bond link to perhaps offer some comfort, it used to work when Sam was just a sparkling. As Bumblebee tried to link to Sam's spark, he was thrown back by an invisible force, slightly taken aback, Bumblebee tried again, only to be once more blocked.
"Sam…" Bumblebee tried, but he was cut off.
"Please Bee. I'm just tired." Sam's voice snapped, the golden mech turned his body so his back was facing Bumblebee. A hurtful expression stretched across Bumblebee's face plating as he gently removed his hand.
"Very well." Bumblebee rumbled, the yellow mech stood and turned to leave, but he failed to notice the brief flash of blue light that flashed over Sam's body before disappearing again.
:: Can you hear me now?::
Sam's spark flared in panic within it's chamber as he once again felt the strange entity enter his mind, binding down his consciousness, the blackness an empty space lingering all around void of anything, accept the dark, the darkness….
"What do you want with me? Why do you keep contacting me?
::Can you hear me now?::
"Get out of my head!" Sam felt his own mind voice shout out in the darkness, rippling outwards in the empty space of the blackness.
:: I need you:: It voiced in the darkness, Sam saw a band of blue light flicker before vanishing as quickly as it came.
"Need me? For what?" Sam asked, looking as another flash of light filled the empty space around him, but this time, the bright blue light didn't vanish, instead it shone brightly, pulsing in an orb of almost familiar secrete blue light.
:: I have called you here because Cybertron is in great danger::
"I know" Sam replied to the eerie mind voice. "We are running out of energon." Sam watched as the light in front of him flickered in almost confirmation before the entity spoke once more.
:: Vita Nova, child of mine, only you can save Cybertron now, the time of passing is among us. You cannot waver, waiting would only bring more suffering to my children. This is something I cannot allow.::
"How… how do you know my name?" Sam stuttered even though this was a part of his own conscience.
:: I am the one, the creator of all sparks. I am the Allspark and I have chosen you, Nova as my new vessel. It is time…
To be continued.