Story: Virus...

Chapter 2 - Prototype Prowl

(NOTE: No relation to 'Black and white Autobot family)

All pure FICTION!

'Blah' normal talk

blah thoughts aloud

'blah' talking through comlink

In the giant Elite City, capital of Cybertron...

'What's our status?'

'Nothing sir. We failed this test.'

A team of scientists sat in their lab, with probes all around them. Containers filled with experimental liquid, empty, and dry.

The head Scientist, Professor Einsteel, banged him hands on the control pad.

'Team, this virus is spreading, and it's spreading FAST! We have been asked to our job of finding a cure for this disease, and we will, find a cure!' Einsteel tells his team. 'I know what you think. We can't do this? We can! There's another solution to test, but it's drastic measures!'

'Sir, we tried everything.' a team member, Caskel said. 'Our test subjects, Virus1, 2, and 3, are all going crazy in their cells. Virus 2 broke loose and infected Capeb, and he was the engineer of the team. Virus 3 managed to break the glass wall down, so she was placed under seduction but keeps getting back up. If we were to take this drastic measure you speak of sir, then we could seriously break the law of Cybertron against genetic engineering. It's illegal!'

'Caskel, we were asked to take EVERY experiment to counteract this virus! We must try every solution from the book. Now if you won't work me and create the ultimate creation in stopping this virus, then I'll go alone, and you know I'll need backup for this project.' Einsteel responded.

The rest of the crew looked at one another, before nodding at their boss. 'You're the boss, Boss.'

'Sir, that solution you wanted to run!' Anilt, one of the top scientists of the lab, spoke to Einsteel infront of the whole crew. 'It will be possible. But we'll need a body to experiment on. Someone powerful, someone strong, of a high status among the Aubobot ranks, and certainly not died from the infection.'

Einsteel looked towards his computer, and types out onto the search box.

'Let's search the deceased Autobots then.'

He searches through the database of millions of Autobots.

'Too many. Let's narrow it down sir. We aim to create an ultimate prototype, so let's search Autobots beginning with 'P?'' Anilt suggested.

'Good lad.' Einsteel narrowed the search.

'Pantil, Panul, Penice,... Such mindless names...' Einsteel said.

As he scrolled through all the worthless names, he seemed to be more impatient.

'Worthless names!' he scrowled.

'Sir, during the war, an Autobot lost his life. He protected his team. His name began with 'P'.' Anilt said.

'Who?' Einsteel asked.

Anilt took over on the computer, and opened a search box.

'He was SIC of the Autobots, and he was a Praxien.' Anilt told Einsteel.

'A Praxien? That won't do for this project!' Einsteel protested.

'But sir, Praxien battle computers are by far the strongest in all Cybertronians. Plus it says here this Autobot was related to the once great Autobot, Rynox himself.'

'The great Rynox!'

'Followed by this Autobot's dad, High lord Proton of the council, and leadership of the city! I think we have our test subject.' Anilt turned to the computer and search it up. 'There. Autobot Prowl.' He pulled up his profile. 'Lost his mother at birth, has a twin brother, and an older brother, the older brother too died in the great war last year. Military strategist of the team...'

'Great warrior.' Einsteel agreed.

'Prowl served his duty well, described by Optimus Prime himself, as a "truly gifted Autobot".Sounds like a resonable Autobot. Good name too.'

'He's dead. Let's get his body!' Einsteel gleamed with pride.

'Sir, you want to disturb his body? Records show his ghost was spotted in Autobot headquarters on planet Earth, because he had a final goal to achieve, taking down the wanted criminal Steal-Thind.'

'While dead?'

Anilt nodded. 'He was just laid to rest last year. Do you want to disturb him?'

He notices his boss not there, looking across to the corner of the room, where Einsteel was on the comlink to someone.

'Yes sir, we have a protential test subject... Huh?. Oh yes, he's dead... We were told to take every solution! This project we are currently working on, will definitely succeed. We need a dead body, not a live one... Why? The functions of the dead body are of more riches, and more data. Using a live one, they'll lose their old lives, forget everything. We can use a dead body, because then we're bringing them back to life... What? ... Prototype name? We call it, Prototype - Prowl... Yes Prowl, the deceased SIC of the Autobots. He's related to powerful Autobots too... Thank you sir.' Einsteel ends the link. 'Team! We have a body to fetch!'

The team cheered, but Anilt wasn't happy. Looking down at the files, he catches something important.

'Sir, this report says, as I had already mentioned, he has an identical twin brother.'

'Your point Anilt.'

'Well, surely bringing Prowl back to life for our needs of ending this virus, will surely be followed by his twin. He would feel him alive again, but not the same. Identical twins share the same spark. Making a copy of Prowl will surely not be identical twins anymore. If we were to revive Prowl, surely his twin would feel sad knowing his twin wouldn't remember anything!'

'Anilt. Anilt. Anilt...' Einsteel shakes his head. 'This is our chance to rise and end this virus once and for all! We need that body!'

As their ship steered towards the Autobot chapel, Anilt still wasn't convinced.

'Sir, this is disturbing the dead!' he protested.

'But he won't be dead after this!'

They walk into the chapel, looking at all the names of the deceased Autobots who had lost their lives, all set in alphabetical order.

'Well, going through all the boring 'P' named Autobots again.' Einsteel said, looking out for Prowl's name on the side of the caskets!

'Sir, just go through here.' Caskel points to the header, reading 'Praxiens'.

Einsteel shrugged, and walks into the elevator, with the crew, and head up.

Upon leaving the elevator, they reached the room of all the Praxiens.

'Whoa.' Anilt gasped. 'Their love of fighting really paid off, cost them their lives. But Prowl had his taken not because of his love for fight, because his report said he hated the fights, and preferred working on the datapads, his best friend, Jazz, being the newly appointed SIC of the Autobots now, was the one who joined the fighting.'

'Two best friends, of opposite personalities. How does it last?' Einsteel said.

'Sir!' Caskel called out from ahead. He was standing beside a casket, with the name 'Prowl'.

'Open it.' Einsteel said.

Caskel and Anilt took the drills, and unscrewed the nails, and lifted the cover off.

They still intact body, of the SIC/Military Strategist of the Autobots, the black and white Praxien, with large doorwings, laid in the casket, grey and lifeless, as if he died yesterday.

'My my, his body is very fresh and clean.' Einsteel said.

They loaded his body onto the gurney, and head back to the shuttle.

'Well, young Prowl,' Einsteel said. 'This is the beginning, of your new afterlife, back home!'

Mean scientist took Prowl's dead body! How mean of him!

Next chapter coming up!