Fandom: Transformers Bayverse ('verse)
Author: and
Rating: PG-13
Codes: Supernatural
Summary: He has been known by many names, but always a single purpose; to reclaim Jazz from the Unmaker.
Full Circle 2: A Small Price To Pay
I am surrounded by my creations, those I have sired and those I have carried. All but Whiplash, who still remains to watch over my love, my Jazz.
Their light is so bright, so beautiful. I see elements of the best of my love in each one of them. They in turn are surrounded by their own creations and those of the generations that followed who have returned to the star-like spark who is the source of us all. We gather like we have a dozen times before. The first time it was a gathering of three: Primus, his first creation Prima who would return as my carrier, and myself, a spark remade from the sliver of light that was left of the carrier consumed by Jazz. I was reformed with the gifts Jazz would long for the most. Calm for Jazz's chaos; stillness for Jazz's movement; and because of my future carrier, I would have many of the elements that had made Prima attractive to him. Primus and Prima had seen how Jazz yearned to love, yearned to have freedom, at least for a time, from the chaos of the Unmaker, to give his Primus-given light a chance to be in control for once. They realized that in bonding Jazz with a spark he would be attracted to, elements of light could replace or heal the darkness in him. I was asked if I wished to go when it was time, to find the Unmaker's slave, the reclaim the spark made by Primus, to love the child of the carrier whose spark I had once been a part of.
I did not hesitate to agree. At first, I went simply for the good of the rest of Primus' creations. Though his carrier loved him, I did not love him yet, but it would not take long I met him. Primus knew what he was doing when he remade me out of the sliver of a spark that was left from Jazz's murdered carrier. Jazz and I were the first to ever bond, one of the greatest gifts Primus has ever given our kind.
Each time when I returned, I was again given the choice, surrounded by all those who loved me and merged with the love of the one who had made us. Each time I was faced once again with leaving behind such peace and love for an existence in which nothing was certain. There were lifetimes when I never met him, lifetimes when we were enemies, and two times when he was so horrified by what he felt for me that he extinguished me himself. And yet, even with that, we bonded four times. Four amazing lifetimes of joining as one.
I never hesitated. After the first time, even duty to our species and love of Primus was far outweighed by my love for Jazz, spark of my spark, fire for my water, movement for my stillness, the improvisation who made song out of my spark. It was just as Primus had hoped and intended it would be.
This time though, I have to wonder how I'll manage. I've never been sent in as a pre-programmed mech before, and this one is absolutely crippled. No emotional programming, hardware that will never quite agree with it if I ever think to add it. Such a short life, too. Tactical models are never kept long.
I will go. Of that I have no doubt, though I fear that this will be one of the times when I will not survive meeting him.
"It is a risk. It is always a risk, my child. But I believe that your skills will be uniquely helpful not only to your bonded, but also to those who are fighting my brother's latest servant, whose insanity could eventually destroy every organic, and thus destroy my children as well."
"Never doubt I will go, Primus." I say, though it is not necessary. "Whether it is helpful to a few, or to him, I will always return until he remains with me."
My creator holds me with deep affection and gratitude. "I never doubt you, little one. I think you underestimate the gifts and power your spark will bring to such a model. The power of your love, compassion and selflessness combined with the logic and ability to strategize your model will give you will be a powerful combination, even if one fraught with conflict. The conflict itself will draw him out of sure curiosity. He will never have seen anything like it before. Though I can foresee many possible futures, the majority of them end with a bond that songs will be written of and healing and peace for many. As always, you will be like a singularity that draws him no matter what resistance he puts gives, and I do not foresee much resistance from him this time. He is growing desperate."
"Why is that?" I ask, truly curious. Even as my bonded he has always hidden parts of himself from me.
"Each time you leave, he grows more desperate to break free and follow you. The harder the Unmaker holds on to him, the more mistakes my brother makes. This time, Jazz nearly turned his rage on himself instead of others, but my brother stopped him. There are now times when my brother must fully take control of him to accomplish his plans, and each time he does this, both the light and the darkness in Jazz becomes more aware that he is a puppet, and despises it. Freedom to choose and to redefine himself is fundamental to his spark. Aside from that, darkness tends to become so very predictable, and the ways of my brother are beginning to feel dull to him. You know what happens when Jazz is bored."
"He begins to improvise," I laugh. "He weaves new songs."
"Yes," Primus smiles warmly at this special little spark, who continues to agree to be marred over and over, agrees to the pain knowing it will come. In it's own way, this one is as brave as Jazz. A bravery built of love rather than intrinsic nature. "It is time to go, little one."
As it has been each time before, my carrier, my children, and our descendants surround me, merge themselves with me and give me their strength and blessing before I return and once again forget who I am. Perhaps this time will be the last. It matters not. The only thing that matters is finding my love, and someday, somehow, bringing him back to Primus with me, free of the one who tortured and maimed him.
Finally, I merge with Primus one last time, receiving his love and strength for the journey ahead. "Until all are one, my child," he whispers as he launches me free.
My optics power on, taking in a huge space with a cube - the Allspark - in the middle of it. Two giant mechs - Optimus Prime and Lord High Protector Megatron - stand before it. Next to me are mechs that match my build with simple white colors and black trim. All five of us are identical in design, though I can detect small differences in facial plate structures.
A black, red and blue mech, built on a similar model as we are steps in front of our group.
"I am First Lieutenant Flashdrive of Praxis Civil Defense," he introduces himself. "You are our new tactical planners." He focuses on the mech next to me, the first in line. "State your designation."
"Quick Call, Sir."
First Lieutenant Flashdrive makes a note on the databad in his hands and looks at me. "State your designation."
"Prowl, Sir."
His expression changes, though I do not have a name for it yet, but he says nothing before making another note on the datapad. There is a 21.931% probability it is my designation, a 19.332% probability it is a comment about me, something related to the change in his expression, and a 58.737% probability that I do not have enough information yet to make a valid calculation.
"Tandem, Sir," the mech to my left responds to the same question.
Smokescreen is beyond him, and Machinate beyond him.
"Very well," First Lieutenant Flashdrive addresses us all once more. "Welcome to Praxus Civil Defense. Follow me."