Aaah... I just drank a whole litre of milk... damn... it expired today, so i didn't want to waste, but i think it just wasted ME
Ugh...
Well, introduction to the dinobots, like I promised... My Soundwave chapter is half written, but I need a couple to come first to link them...
Well, let me know what you think.
It's important for me to know how I'm going... PLEASE!!!
Cher..
"Allspark?" Ratchet asked his passenger shyly. He really had no idea what was going on. "Is Wheeljack really here?" The inventor had been a friend of his for a long time.
"He arrived recently with the twins, Sunny and Sides," Bumblebee's voice came through over the comm.
"You weren't going to tell me, were you?" Ratchet accused his old friend, feeling a painful pull at his spark.
"You ARE a decepticon," Bumblebee pointed out.
"Am I?" he asked himself aloud. "Allspark, whose side should I be on? You are my creator… What do I do?"
The woman smiled grimly. "So now you come back to me. You try to kill me, and now you ask me for guidance? What a traitorous little brat."
"I'm… sorry. I had no idea you were sentient… I thought you were a tool."
Said 'tool' stiffened indignantly. "How dare you…"
"I said I'm sorry, I was wrong… Please give me guidance."
"Follow me. I am the only right one. You autobots and decepticons… What my daughter assumed was far from the truth. I should have made you all drones, unable to turn against me. I used you to rid me of my creators, the quintessons, and now you try to do the same to me? Pitiful creatures, so vain, I should tear you down to scrap."
Ratchet remained silent, half out of fear, half out of embarrassment. Bumblebee and the humans were equally as uncomfortable, hearing the same rant over the comm.
"What are quintessens?" Sam asked, quietly, mispronouncing the word.
"No idea," replied his ride. They must have been around longer than I have been."
The Allspark tensed as she recognized the cliffside in the distance: the Ark.
"Hurry up, Ratbag," she kicked Ratchet's dash. "I want to see Wheeljack!"
I much prefer Twenty Three, the bitter thought swept through her mind.
"Do you now, you worthless piece of trash?" she replied angrily. "You don't realize just how much you owe me, bothering with your pathetic life. If you push me too far, I'll tear you to pieces. Don't think my daughter has a soft spot for you, not like those other wastrels I let live for her. You're merely another face she'll forget within a short period. It would make no difference if you were to be wiped out of existence. You better just stay useful, or I'll rid myself of you immediately."
The only thing she received was an uncomfortable grunt, and a carefully blank mind.
Bumblebee radioed ahead explaining the situation, and the others emerged to meet them at the front entrance.
Ratchet delivered her at the feet of Optimus Prime, who was looking at her with great interest.
"Greetings, Allspark," he hailed her. "I promise you we will do all we can to make you comfortable. May I enquire as to-" she cut him off, and pushed past him, walking up to the white mech with ear-fins, flashing in nervousness.
Jumping up gracefully, she landed on his chest, and looked him right in the optics, searching his mind. She found wonder, fear, and curiosity. He was exactly as she had made him, his personality remaining true to himself.
He had remained as she had meant him to be – that was the greatest measure of loyalty…
"Wheeljack… It has been along time… I don't think I've ever talked to you before, but I remember your spark well… You were one of my favorites. And you remain a favorite, unlike this slag-pile behind me," she shot a glare at the medic, who seemed to wilt. Ratchet had changed completely. She had meant him to be curious, helpful and optimistic. Now he was… well… a grumpy old fart, to put it lightly. He still filled his purpose, as a medic, and enjoyed it, but he complained about it… That was the highest treason in her eyes, complaining about one's purpose, after she had specifically made him to do it.
"Allspark?" Wheeljack asked in awe. "You are my creator?"
"I heard you slagged Megatron!" Sideswipe leaned in grinning, Primus I wish I could have seen that!"
The Allspark felt with mounting horror, her daughter's conciousness rising.
Did I hear Father's name? she asked sleepily.
No, dear, it's night time, go back to sleep or you'll wake Frenzy, she lied., trying to keep her daughter in stasis.
Oh, okay Mum… she mumbled, drifting off once again. She was entirely too trusting.
"You slag head," she spat in the red bot's face, making him stumble back. "Don't ever speak of that in my presence again, you brat."
Dropping the snarl off her face, she turned back to Wheeljack, all smiles, only to notice him shaking in his boots.
"Wheeljack? Why are you afraid of me?" she asked, curiously. "You are one of the ones I think I will keep, you have nothing to fear."
"Wh-what do you mean keep?" he asked her, shocked. "The other autobots are my friends… Ratchet and I have been friends for a long time, and look what you've done to him. How can I not be afraid for my friends?"
She looked around at a once proud mech, who she had reduced to a depressed hunk of metal, staring at his feet in shame and confusion. Supposedly, this is what happens when your creator tells you that you are a worthless mistake.
"He changed. He isn't my Ratchet anymore," she said coldly.
"You hate us for changing?" Wheeljack asked, surprised. "You were the one to give us intelligent minds, I thought it would be more traitorous to not use them. You gave us life, so wouldn't you want us to live? If we did not adapt, we would have perished long ago. Wouldn't it have been worse to not use the gifts you had given us, and to die, wasting everything?"
The Allspark frowned. "You have one point, in theory. But you have not changed. The others have forsaken themselves, going against their designs. I cannot forgive this blatant disregard of my will so easily. Although, perhaps, they will get another chance through you, Wheeljack…"
The white mech looked humbled, as the other mechs stared at him, wide-eyed.
"So if I'm getting this right, you're the Allspark, right?" Sam asked her, and she simply nodded, still staring at her favorite creation.
Sam and Mikaela looked at each other.
"So where's Twenty Three?" Mikaela asked, a little concerned.
The Allspark stared down at her with a cold gaze.
"Why do you care, human? My daughter cares nothing for you," she stated, deadpan, and the human flinched.
"I still consider her a friend. Besides, I still have so much to teach her," she thought back to her lessons on cooking, and explaining what exactly a washing machine was.
"We have sufficient information. Your services are no longer needed."
"What?" Mikaela asked in shock, but her conversation ended when the Allspark turned back to the inventor.
"What are you working on at the moment, child? I would greatly like to see it," she picked up a couple of images from his mind. Great swamps, and organic creatures…
"Well, Sam and Mikaela have been teaching us the history of earth…" he scratched the back of his head. "We excavated some strange bones when trying to expand the base."
Wheeljack walked her into the base, getting a little involved in his explanations, finding these creatures amazing.
"These creatures are strange," the Allspark told her creation. "What is it you see in them?"
"They're amazing… Not very smart, as they kept falling into tar pits and dying, but their structure is entirely unique. Look at the stegosaurus, how it has spikes on it's back for defense, and the tail, with a kind of mace at the end. They are very well designed. I'd love to invent something like this one day…" Wheeljack sighed wistfully.
"Why don't you?" she asked him curiously. "If you build them, I will give them life. It will be my gift to you, one of my favorite creations."
Wheeljack opened and closed his mouth a few times in shock, before falling to his knees.
"You'd… Thank you! Thank you for this opportunity!" he cried, making the Allspark smile.
'I made him so passionate,' she smirked. 'It's cute.'
She watched as Wheeljack threw himself into his research, taking polls on which 'dinobots' to create. The entire autobot base was buzzing with excited energy… For the first time in about four millennia, they were to get some more brothers.
Twenty Three began to stir, and felt her mother try once again to suppress her.
Mother… she thought, a little annoyed, what's going on? I demand to see.
Don't you trust me?
I did, but you've kept me out for a while now… Last time you did this you slept with Starscream… How can I know you aren't doing hurtful things again?
Perhaps you should mind your own business.
I is my business. This is my body you're using.
You said you wouldn't mind sharing it with me, when we made the agreement.
Sharing, not completely sacrificing. Let me see what's going on…
Now isn't the best time…
MOTHER!
She immediately regained her sight, and recoiled, screaming.
"Why Allspark scream? It only me, Grimlock," a large lizard-like robot spoke in a deep gravelly voice.
"What the hell? Who the hell are you?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.
"You hit your head? It me, Grimlock."
"Allspark, are you alright?" a white mech with flashing fins asked.
"Who the hell are you?" Mother, give me your memories.
No.
Spotting Ratchet behind the new mech, she ran and clung to him.
"Ratchet, what's going on?" she cried. "Is this the autobot base? Who are these people?"
"Twenty Three? Is that you?" he asked her desperately, being careful as he picked her up.
"Yes! Mother won't tell me what happened! What's going on? How did I get here?" she let tears roll down her face, uncaring. She felt so… betrayed. Her mother had always acted like she loved her, but had given into her selfish tendencies and completely disregarded her feelings.
"She… attacked Megatron, came here and gave life to Wheeljacks new creations, the dinobots. This is their leader, Grimlock. You can meet the others soon, if you like."
"Is father okay?" she grabbed the sides of his face and looked straight into his optics.
"Your mother refrained from killing him," he looked away, uncomfortably. Still doesn't change the fact he's in pretty rough condition…
Twenty Three let out a pained cry, both aloud and inside her head, as she ounded down her mother's conciousness, similar to what was done to her, but without restraint.
At the moment, she hated her mother. How could she do this? We were supposed to be a happy family…
"I have to get home…" she told him, blinking away her tears. "I have to make sure father is okay…"
"I… can't come with you," Ratchet looked sad. "You… lied to me. Megatron wasn't trying to liberate… There is no reason for what he did, and he proved that when he attacked Bumblebee."
"Do you like changing sides?" she accused. "I thought you were my friend."
He shook his head. "I did too… But Optimus regained many of his memories, and was able to explain our origins more clearly. You see, the decepticons were built as military bots to take down the evil quintessons, by the Allspark… but Megatron decided he wanted to rule, and began a revolt. He wasn't trying to-"
"I don't care," she told him bluntly. "He's still my Dad. If you're not coming, fine. But we won't take you back later on," she warned, and made a run for it.
"Optimus! Seal the exits! Twenty Three is making a break for it!" Ratchet's voice boomed over the com.
She kept running anyway, skidding under one of the doors before they closed. Unfortunately, she came face to face with another dinobot.
"Me, Sludge stop you," the stegosaurus announced, smashing his tail inches from her.
Snarling, she leapt above him, and tried to slash him with her vectors, but no avail. His hide was made from thick metal, and he has obviously made very well.
The Allspark tried to emerge, to aid in the battle, but Twenty Three shoved her back in her mental cage.
Transforming one of her metallic arms into a drill bit, she brought it down on Sludge's skull, tearing away at his protection.
Suddenly, the aerial grabbed her screeching. "Me, Swoop help!"
Twisting around in his grip, she managed to break loose, and fell onto the triceratops' face. Right in between his horns.
She felt them heat up in shock, and sent a blast through her arm, tearing it off and melting it completely.
"Bastard!" she screamed through the pain, and punched out his optics, reaching behind them and tearing out his CPU, throwing it to the ground. Glancing around her frantically, she realized Slag's last shot had also blasted a hole through the wall, giving her an escape route.
Jumping off the triceratops, she ran past the other two, and didn't stop running until she was out of sight.
Finally, catching her breath, she looked around her. She was in an unfamiliar forest, completely clueless as to where she was, or where she was trying to go.
Grasping at ideas, she trained her thoughts on using her mother's ability to send out a message.
Skywarp. Come get me.
Poor Megatron...
Meh, he'll be fine.
Now Twenty Three must really take over from the Allspark, unless she want's the Allspark to control HER!!!
Oh no!!
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