Shadow:. Hey every one! I'm back sorry or the long I had a serious case of writers block but with a certin persistnent Reviewer. Here is the next install ment of Adaptation! ^_^
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Shadow:. .:Eye brow twitches:. Black Arachnia..you can munch on that one if you wish.
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Black Arachnia:. Heheheh...
Shadow:. ^_^ Ok peeps this Chapter here is dedicated to Rainsprial and all who kept my phone ringing with all the review notifications. Thanks. ^_^v
AN: Prime energon is Energon in it's purest crystal form. Believed to have come from Primus him self when he created the Allspark and is believed to be what give the relic it's power. This is my own brain child please ask before using it.
Last time on Adaptation....
Selecting one he clicked on he clicked on it, the mech stepped back as the monitor went dark.
A few seconds later the image of two humans appeared on screen one male and the other female.
The female had pale skin with white blond hair and bright green eyes, the male next to her, had darker skin and dark blond hair with blueish grey eyes.
The human male adjusted the camera then sat back down next to his mate.
They both glanced at each other.
The female placed a hand on her abdomen, her other grasping the males and nodded to her mate.
The male glanced back at the camera and sighed…
Autolog: 001
If any one see's this, I am Dr. Marshal Lake, and this is my wife Kendra. We are making this log in hopes that if we are successful. It may be the key to saving what is left of our race… Not long after the virus as released into the atmosphere our scientists realized the virus was created to attack our molecular structure and begin breaking it down even to the most basic levels. They tried every thing they could think of. From plain old antibiotics, to tiny microscopic robots that where programmed to kill off the virus. Nothing worked, the antibiotics didn't even affect it, the robots seemed to work for a little while, until the virus started to imitate our white blood cells. By then well over three quarters of the planet's human population had perished. the scientists that where conducting the experiments succumbed to the virus and eventually passed away. Then three years ago I stumbled up on an old bunker that contained boxes and boxes of files. All from some government agency called Sector 7. Apparently they had unearthed something they called the Cube a giant artifact that seemed to produce an energy signature the brought machines to life. Inside the bunker I found a bunch of blue and pink glowing crystals attached to a medium sized lead box. Inside was filled with a bunch of metal shavings with a small metal sphere that levitated in the center of the box that caused the crystals to glow brighter the closer they got to the shavings. A year and half later, I was testing some ideas of a cure when I knocked a book off a shelf onto the box. One of the smaller crystals shattered and unknown to me at the time. A tiny shard fell into the virus culture I had been working on. That evening when I looked at the culture under a microscope I found the tiny bit of crystal, and around it was virus free. From then on I started working with the crystals breaking off tiny bits and testing the virus's reaction. Every time any part of the crystal came with in contact it killed off the virus.. Sadly anytime the crystal came in contact with human skin it cause severe radiation burns. So far I have not gotten any closer to finding away to use the crystals as a cure... But I believe we are on the right track…and just maybe.. Our child will be born in a world free of the Alien Virus…
Presently on Adaptation...
Chapter 6
Ratchet stared down at the dark screen of the human computer.
His systems hummed softly, optics dim, oblivious to the foot falls of his leader as he slowly processed the information from the recording…
The Allspark had been destroyed not long after they had arrived on Earth.
The last shard they had known existed, had been stolen and used to revive Megatron before the battle with the Fallen.
The one thing that might have helped them bring their world back to life and give them the upper handover the decepticons and what do the humans do?
They keep it from them… sealing it in a bunker forgotten until now. Reforming it's self this whole time, only this time into a small sphere.
Locked away within an old lead coated box to keep their scanners from picking up the unique energy signature.
The remains of which was being carried by the only known living human that may be carrying the very salvation of both of their species.
The very same human that seemed able to slip through their servos every chance it got.
Unknowingly now she had given them a way to track her.
The Mech came out of his thoughts abruptly, optics flickering in surprise when a large red and silver hand came to rest on his shoulder.
"You should get some rest old friend."
The mech cycled air through his vents, as he shut down the human computer that had gone into hibernation several hours ago.
The dog ...Jax… as he came to find out.
Thumped his tail on the berth as Optimus ran a finger down his back.
"Find anything on the human youngling?"
Ratchet got to his feet and grabbed a cube of high grade from his stash, offering one to his leader who declined the offer.
"Yes and I suggest we find her soon. She is carrying part of the new Allspark with her and I believe she is also the cure to the virus."
Optimus's optics flickered in surprise.
He had to start an antivirus scan check and reboot his systems just to make sure he didn't miss understand the Medic.
"She has a shard of the Allspark?"
Ratchet gazed over his cube in amusement as he watched his leader process this new bit of information.
"No not a shard but a new Allspark all together."
The mech pulled a small chip from subspace, placing in a slot on his computer and downloaded the Autolog file onto the chip.
"It seems as though her Parental units had started a log of sorts several solar cycles ago when they hit a break threw on the cure for the Virus. It seems as though Sector 7 had hidden some shavings of the Allspark they had taken before it was destroyed. The shavings had been stored in a bunker where I believe they started reforming an new Allspark. I am not yet sure how but they used Allspark created Prime energon, to create the antivirus."
Ratchet sent the empty cube on his desk and disconnected the human computer from his consul before offering it up to Prime.
Jax lifted his head and perked his ears tilting his head to the side watching the two giant machines as they interacted.
"I will go over the rest of the logs to see what I can find about the cure Dr. Lake created and whether or not I will be able to replicate it. I will have to find or some how create Prime energon in order to do so…"
Optimus took he small computer from the medic looking it over before placing it in subspace.
"Do your best but do not push your self to hard. I have a feeling one of the new arrivals will need your assistance when they land…"
Optimus held back the chuckle as he watched the look on the medic's face plates darken.
"You just had to say that… now something glitched will happen."
His optics flickered as the CMO froze, his optics dimming as he spoke via com-link.
When Ratchet's optics brightened, his fingers flexed as his cooling fans kicked in.
"I am going to reformat that femme into a target drone!"
Looking up at his leader the medic confirmed what he had said a few breems ago...
"I told you something bad was going to happen. Wheeljack, Cliffjumper, and Flareup landed in the City a Joor ago. The good news is… It seems as though they found the human."
"Why are they just now reporting in?"
Ratchet grumbled as he grabbed several tools and placed them in subspace.
"You want the bad news or the worst news first? Bad news is, the slaggin femme snapped one of her primary support struts and can not transform or move her lower half, she also has other severe internal damage. Wheeljack's com-link is damaged and Cliffjumper…well his is malfunctioning for some odd reason had to jump his frequency off of Flarup's transceiver…Primus I wonder what that could be… Couldn't be neglecting to conduct proper maintenance would it?…and the human is also damaged. I wouldn't know the full extent of that damage until I get there. To add it all together to make bad news worse. Flareup is picking Decepticon signatures that are closing in on their location on the outskirts of the city…"
The mech continued to mutter and grumble to himself, as Optimus Comed Ironhide and the others.
"Ironhide assemble the Autobots and meet us at these coordinates. In coming Decepticons."
Prime cringed slightly as the Weapons specialist eagerly shouted out his enthusiasm.
"It's about fraggin time. I was beginning to think they had fled the planet. My cannons where starting to rust!"
Prime vented in exasperation as he headed out the door on his way to catch up with the fragged off CMO.
He would have to wait till he got back to his office to go over the human data logs.
He sent a silent prayer up to Primus, to keep and optic on the human and the newly arrived Autobots.
He also prayed that he would keep Ratchet from disassembling a certain demo expert and engineer and reformatted them into something unpleasant…
***
Wheeljack looked down at the small organic in his hand.
A strange energy signature ..not unlike that of the Allspark... Radiated off of it.
It was also leaking a dark red substance from it's cranial unit.
A quick scan informed him that the organic's structure as similar to that of a Cybertronian's...Only squishier.
The Engineer turned and look down a short red mech as he tried to peer into Wheeljack's hand.
"What did ya find Jack?"
"An organic..."
"An organic?! Are you sure you should be touching it, ya might catch some thing…"
Bright blue optics flickerd in confusion at the small warrior as he climbed on top of a pile of rubble and looked in to the taller mechs hand.
"Woa... Tiny little thing isn't it? Hey that's the squishy I almost squashed when I transformed!"
Wheeljack glared downat Cliffjumper as he held the creature closer to his chassis as though to keep the red mech from damaging it.
Cliffjumper held up his hands to pacify the larger mech.
"Hey easy Jack, its not like I meant to. The thing is just so small. I almost didn't see the critter, almost looks like a little mech, doesn't it?"
Wheeljack ignored the sudden change of subject, and nodded in response.
"Yes it is simply fascinating the kinds of life one can find in the universe."
Wheeljack ran a digit threw the pale fluff on the organics cranial unit, his optics flickered when his finger came away coated in the crimson fluid leaking out from it.
"That doesn't look good."
A quick scan made his optics flicker in surprise when the creatures fluid registered with high levels of Prime energon.
A rare substance that was believed to be the very life fluids of Primus, and could only be created from the Allspark.
Some believed that a Primes spark was a concentrated form of the energon.
The engineer was pulled from the puzzle in his hand as Cliffjumper gazed at there surroundings, taking in the ruins of the city.
"Hey Jack… you think the organic is part of a sentient species?"
"It is a possibility... The creatures coverings and what I assume are weapons denote at least a small amount of intelligence."
The mech scanned one of the crumbling buildings.
"The structure is quite primitive but I believe the beings that built it here where indeed sentient."
Both mechs turned around and looked at the third crater as a groan issued from within it.
A small silver hand clamped on the edge of the hole as a red, white, and silver femme pulled her self half out.
The ground shook as Flareup flopped onto the ground, blue optics flickering up at the evening sky.
"That… was amazing... but I think Ratchet is going to off-line me... I think I broke something important on that landing... Well more like several something's… Ow."
Wheeljack looked down at the demolitions expert.
Flareup flinched as her sensors picked up a scanning beam going through her systems.
The femme grabbed the hardest object that she could reach, that just happened to be a brick from one of the crumbled buildings, and chucked it at the engineers helm catching him right between the optics.
"Warn a femme before you do that fragger!"
"You have severe internal damage, and a fractured primary support structure in your frame."
The femme wasn't even paying attention to what the mech as telling her.
Her optics where fixed westward the few scanners that where operational where working over time.
"You all better pray to Primus that we get back up soon cause if not. We're about to have a few 'Cons up our tailpipes soon."
The Autobots jumped as laughter rang threw the evening air.
"Glad to know when one is expected, don't you think?"
Flareup's optics flickered in surprise.
"I didn't pick up that one…"
Wheeljack and Cliffjumper pulled their weapons from subspace.
The red mech stood so Flareup was behind him as Wheeljack bent slowly and placed the organic in the femmes hands.
Optics locked onto the large, black, gold, and red spider the crept out of the shadows from beind a crumbled building and transformed into a Con femme.
"Oh look, you found my little human, so nice to know a femme can count on a mech to find some thing she's lost… Now if you would be so kind as to return to me what I mine I might perhaps leave you in peace."
Flareup glanced down in surprise as the organic in her hand began to stir.
It raised a hand and rubbed the back of it's cranial unit with a soft groan.
The organic froze as, bright green orbs flickered open and gazed into dark blue optics…
It let out an audio scrambling shriek as it tried to wiggle out of the femmes hands.
"Shh! Hush now little organic I wont hurt you. Shhh"
Wheeljack glanced back at the femme trying to calm the creature in her hands, then glared at the 'Con femme in front of him.
"No..I don't think I will, Decepticons are not known for their gentleness and hospitality."
The dark femme narrowed her optics at the engineer.
"It's Mine! I found it so it belongs to me! Do have any idea how hard it is to find such a tasty little Human anymore… Nearly impossible! I will pry it from your offline servos if I have to!"
The Autobots flinched back in disgust as the femme took a step towards the mechs, only to jump back when Wheeljack fired a warning shot at her foot pads.
Cliffjumper snapped his rifle up to the ready position and aimed it at the Con's Spark chamber.
"One more step and your scrap femme…"
Flareup held the struggling creature closer to her park wanting to purge her tanks in disgust.
"You consume Organics?!"
The Con smirked as she shot her left arm out.
A soft blue glowing stream hit Wheeljack squarely in the chassis.
The energon coated goo quickly short circuited the mech taking him temporarily offline.
Cliffjumper fired several shots at the femme before the rifle was knocked out of his hands with the same glowing substance, before he to was knocked offline.
She then advanced slowly towards the crippled Autobot femme and grinned wickedly showing a mouth full of needle like teeth.
"Among other things… now that those pesky mechs are out of the way… I just might leave the human as a small snack and settle with you as the main course. Your fellow Autobots will satisfy me for quite a while. I might not even have to go hunting for several solar cycles."
Flareup pulled a small blaster pistol from subspace only to get it kicked from her hand.
"Valiant to the last Autobot…"
TBC...
Next time on Adaptation...
Black Arachnia was enjoying her meal to much to notice the small human as it climbed up onto her victim.
Max took aim with her long dagger and let it fly.
The giant spider lady remained oblivious until her proximity alert went off, by then she managed to online her optics just in time to see the dagger strike one of her right optics.
Black Arachnia let the half offline autobot go and swated the organic off the femme and into the wall of one of the crumbling structures near by.
The decepticon femme walked over to the offline human and raised her foot.
"Foolish creature go to the pit!"
Just as she was about to bring her foot pad down on to the organic.
A plasma round caught her square in the chassis sendig her flying back as Ironhide climbed out from behind the building.
"You first Deceptipunk!"
Shadow:. .: Eyes shadowed as she cackles in wicked glee:. I have done it at last the perfect Cliff-jumper!
Cliffjumper:. I try I try.
Flareup:. .:Swats jumper up side the helm:. Not you glitch head.
Wheeljack:. Correct I believe she means Cliffhanger an unresolved ending in a part of a serialized drama or book that leaves the audience or reader eager to know what will happen next.
Shadow:. Um..yeah...Cliffhanger...
Flareup:. .:Points at next chapter preview:. No so much kinda spoiled it there little one...
Shadow:. .:Crosses arms and pouts:. Yeah what ever. Ruin my fun why don't ya...
Flareup:. Please review little Shadow is having a tizzy. See you next time...
Shadow:. I am Not throwing a tizzy!
Shadow signing out...
