Energy and Motion
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers
Ativii and Ricochet belong to KTAB (me)
Chapter 4: Daybreak
Darkness, the cold, and then nothing. Heat, blinding light, and sentiment half thoughts. Energy and motion. The forces repeated again and again, pulling at the conscious with searing pain and numb weightlessness. It crashed and fought in the dark, destroying, creating, and igniting flashes of brilliance.
Brushes of a soothing, warm presence arouse the conscious even more, past the incredible forces. In the dull gray void, two blue-hued sparks stirred and shimmered. Their blue lights pulsed and radiated like little stars in the emptiness. One was a deep cobalt blue, the other a cyan bright hue.
Awareness came to the sparks from the soft, reassuring presence. They were not alone in the emptiness with the forces.
"You are never alone."
The sparks jumped at the sudden warm, welcoming embrace of the voice. It shielded them against the tormenting cycles that attacked from all directions. True peace and tranquility quickly followed, providing a safe haven.
A bright, warmth-filled light parted the dull void, like the sun breaking through the clouds, and it shined on the trembling sparks. They turned to it like moths to a light and they watched ancient glyphs fly by them that were seeping out of it.
The sparks curiosity spiked as the glyphs touched them, feeding them ancient and young knowledge. The caused even more questions to form, because they did not recognize the experience being given to them.
What is this? Thought one of the sparks as its senses came together enough to form thoughts.
The Voice chuckled, a deep warm rolling sensation that filled the void. It spoke again with an indescribable tone, something that echoed through all the ages and carried many levels of understanding.
"One might call it the stop before the Well of Sparks or the after life. A place of limbo before the Judgment, a place for sparks –spirits - to go if their duties are not fulfilled."
So… we're dead? asked the cyan spark.
The Voice spoke again, with a sadness that could break any heart. "You could say that, young sparks. But you have been given a second chance to live in a new reality. You've been given the chance to start again at a place you may have heard of, but never experienced. Some would be grateful for the chance to continue."
What is with these glyphs flying by us? asked the cyan spark again.
"It is knowledge that I have provided that will help you on your journey."
What are we supposed to do? asked the cobalt spark who quiet and unsure.
"Help those who do not get along. You're journey is what you make it, but fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing. Time is short, be warned that you cannot save everyone. Your journey will not be easy, but your presence is most crucial. I see that you desire that chance to continue, for you are young sparks that have much to experience." The Voice paused as the spark's silently agreed. "Very well. 'Till all are one."
The light began to fade as the gray void brightened past the warmth.
Wait! What is your name? cried out the cyan spark as in trembled in questioning.
"I am Primus, and I will be watching out for you."
Then the calming presence faded away as the last of the knowledge glyphs escaped the light. The sparks spun in silence, and then they too faded in the vacuum. An unseen force had called them away, like a fisherman that reels in his catch. The sparks broke the dullness and they entered into the world of the living. Into a new body, one with a spark chamber.
:(O):
In the mountains of Petra in Egypt, it was scorching hot and bone dry. The unforgiving wind continued to blow and the golden sand flashed across dunes and in front of the setting sun set against a deep purple background. The uninhabited mountains were chiseled against the deep sky; their peaks shimmered in the receding daylight heat.
One peak that was close to the center of the mountain range, near El Deir, Jordon; shook slightly in the dimming light. A small landfall picked up dust as it tumbled down the red-brown cliffs and crashed to the hard golden sand. Once the debris cloud cleared away, a small yawning cave stood nearly concealed on the cliff side. A gush of wind escaped the opening and a blue light flashed in the crevice as a soft singing sound echoed through the windy desert.
When traveling through the small cave opening, a larger cavern opened up in the heart of the mountain. Pillars of stone held the high ceilings up and smaller ones crisscrossed near the rooftop, forming a detailed design of a rock-like web. Alien glyphs were inscribed on the walls and pillars. Their designs were jagged, as if they were carved with a blade. They resembled something close to Chinese or ancient Greek hieroglyphs, and appeared to be chiseled or burned into the stone with a concentrated flame.
As the wind rushed through the once sealed off cave, it brushed aside the sand to reveal glinting metal. The jagged, geared, and smooth metallic surfaces were shiny and made of extraterrestrial steel. They shimmered in the streaming light that appeared throughout the cave.
A switch was flipped and one of the metallic bodies hummed to life as energy cackled near it. Lightning sparked off of the columns of rock and struck the 'chest' of the metallic bodies. Blue light pooled in an open chamber, it condensed and ignited into a beautiful mini cobalt star. The spark sang and hummed in the odd light, metal slips mended together to protect the star as plates shifted to close the open 'chest' to the outside world. The humming increased in rhythm as air began to cycle through vents along the neck and torso.
Blue lights turned on along the limps as the wind continued to blow the sandy particles around. The small radiance highlighted sharp angles and gear pistons along the frame as they begun to spin slowly and shift up and down.
The larger metallic body to the left was going through the same processes. The cave turned into a short symphony of powering up frames. Deep in the processors, files whizzed by as connections were made, information sorted, codes authorized and new knowledge categorized. It was a beautiful major defrag that would crash any non-sentinel supercomputer.
The organization of the mind and awareness to overcome the bodies would come in a few hours, as systems were synced and the initiating calibration processes began.
"Cody! Coooody~! Are you even Cody? Wake-up! Eerr—online?" A large huff of air stopped the ranting for a minute as a frustrating being tried to calm down. "Come on you big lump of – uh, lazy metal? I don't know! Get up! You… person! Autobot! Scrap! I don't even know! Screw this, just wake up!"
The one named 'Cody' struggled to bring himself online completely. His new limbs felt very heavy and unresponsive and his head… err processor was aching. 'Where was all this terminology coming from?' he questioned as they annoying synthesized female voice continued to nag as she test out new terms. Apparently she was completely unsure what to say.
'Does it really matter?' thought Cody. 'I'm waking up!'
Blue words in an unfamiliar calligraphy scrolled up Cody's HUD. His processor quickly adjusted his language software and he now could understand what the text was informing him of.
Energon levels: 100%
Spark Signature(s) – 1: unverified – near proximity.
System Scan complete – ready to online?
Online: optics powering up.
A dim, blue-tinted cave showed up on Cody's vision. Color was present, but the lingering effects of blue still remained and it caused a tinted look to everything. The little light available didn't matter, because the light input for his optics quickly adjusted and the cave brightened.
The walls and columns looked sharp and Cyberglyphs were imprinted on them. The glyphs told about a hidden Energon source on the planet and a great battle that had commenced. Number glyphs were set in chains like co-ordinates to a hidden treasure near the messages.
Cody shuttered his optics as he looked to his right. His vision outlined a small feminine figure in deep black pearl armor. Her bright cobalt optics glittered and highlighted the shifting gears around her optics in a soft blue light. Cody closed his optics again as the voice registered in his memory banks.
"S-Shia?!" he croaked as the new vocal protocols registered. "Is that you? You sound different."
"Yeah it's me. In the uh – metal." She grimaced as the unfamiliar vocabulary continued to filter into her speech patterns. She shifted from the position she was sitting in and Cody looked her over as she relaxed against the rock column.
No colored armor covered her body in the usual bright Autobot way. Heavily plated protoform armor protected the delicate gears of her frame and they were heavily inscribed with silver Cyberglyphs. She didn't have legs, but a solid piece that looked like a 'spring'. It was much like the Decepticon Rampage and the Arcee counterpart protoforms. If he were to guess, he'd say she'd look much like one of the Arcee triplets when she acquired an alt-mode.
Shia looked at Cody as he studied her. He was much larger than she was, possibly close to seventeen feet while she was nine feet tall. He had an even width waist and chest. His arms and legs were long and bright blue lines flowed between the plates on the limbs and crossed his servos like little mazes. If she were to guess, he looked closest to either Ratchet or Sideswipe.
"How are we even alive?" asked Cody as he suddenly remembered the explosion and thousands of volts of electricity being pumped into his body. It was the day of the races, and they had… died.
Shia just shrugged at his question. She couldn't really remember herself.
"Primus chose your good sparks, I believe. He didn't really evaluate on why?" A youthful voice spoke out, yet it sounded ancient and as if it carried a heavy burden.
Shia jumped at the sudden voice, she quickly looked between the pillars that were obscuring her vision. "What was that? Are you a ghost?"
Deep ringing laughter filled the cave; it was slightly gangster and sounded laid back. "Ya could say that, fer a past human. Appar'ntly the new knowl'dge in yer processor hasn't quite sunk in," replied the same voice that belonged to the laugh. It had a heavy 'cool' accent and was very deep in frequencies.
Cody perked up at the voice as he scanned around, looking for its source. He couldn't believe his ear… err audios. That voice hadn't spoken much at all, but it was recognizable from the first movie.
"What about Bumblebee? We just can't leave him ta die and become some human experiment!"
"You wanna piece of me? You wanna piece of me?!"
Images of a giant rusted silver mech pulled at a much smaller silver one. He cried out in pain, as the evil one yelled, "No I want TWO!"
The bigger mech looked towards the femme, and they shared a look of realization. "Is that Jazz?" he whispered quietly.
A clutter of dust fell from the roof and pinged on Shia's helm. She looked up and gasped. Hanging between the supporting pillars, hung a small gleaming mech. He did a quick summersault in the air and landed in a crouch on the cave's sandy floor. The silver mech unfolded and stood up to see two pairs of blue optics gawking at him in pure shock.
It was Jazz, the Jazzman! In all of his gleaming silver glory! His visor was down and it flashed blue, a smile broke out beneath it. He shifted his weight and crossed his clawed servos over his chest. The silver 'wings' on his helmet caught the cave's odd light, and his armor plating across his torso had a thick dark weld across it. Proof of his demise.
Cody turned his head to glance around again to make sure he wasn't seeing things. But when Jazz was in the corner of his vision, he seemed to become slightly transparent in form. More evidence to that his may very well be a dream.
Jazz leaned against a thick rock pillar, his servos still folded over his chest. "Oh, so that knowl'dge isn't gone just yet." He turned his head to look behind him and called. "Hey, Ah think they're ready ta listen!"
Shia and Cody turned to the sound of peds pacing over the sand. They froze again at the sudden respectful and ancient presence that filled the cave. A tall, lanky mech with an Egyptian-like headpiece walked around the corner, the links on it clinked softly together. Odd plating covered his very alien like body and was a dull gray-yellow. His amber optics glinted in the light as his gaze turned to the stunned protoforms. He looked just like the ancient Cybertronians that came to Earth in 17000 BC with the Star Harvester.
"Jazz, I think you've left them a little short of words. Especially the femme," his wise yet young voice rang out in the quiet expanse of the cave.
Jazz smirked. "Ah have a tendency ta do that." He straightened and walked over to the protoforms. His fifteen feet tall height still towered over Shia, who was much smaller. "Bots meet tha Sixth Prime. Sixth Prime meet tha Bots."
Sixth Prime smiled past his additions on his headdress and looked down at them. He knelt in front of the two bots so he was closer to their height and shifted his golden shaft so that it lay across his thighs.
"Primus has told us about you, young ones. He's instructed us to teach you the ways of a Cybertronian before my distant descendant arrives in the desert. What are your designations?"
Shia scrunched up her face plates in thought. She knew her real name was too Earthly. A file came forward in her processor and she accessed the information.
"Ativii, shall be by new designation," She smiled at her creativeness. Shia, now Ativii, liked her new name. Her cobalt optics shined in the dark.
"Ricochet shall be mine," answered Cody, now Ricochet, shuttered his cyan optics as he favored his name.
Jazz smirked under his visor. "There's some nice names!"
Sixth Prime hummed in agreement with Jazz. "Yes indeed. There is much for us to discuss. Shall we begin?"
Ativii and Ricochet nodded in agreement.
KTAB: MWAHAHAHAHA! I got JAZZMAN in the picture! I really hope I do okay with his personality and accent. So.. I'm sorry if he's to OOC, but I tried my best! And I hope Primus if fine too, writing a 'god' so to speak is a little tricky. This chapter was a lot of fun to write! And the story is finally picking up some more! I was writing the paper "rough" of this in my notebook and I reached ROTF today. Like Sam is in Egypt... So the story is coming along really well! So expect chapters to come out soon! Sixth Prime, (original name I know) is apart of the original Seven Primes. He's alive because his sarcophagi was only fractured by the Fallen. Not destroyed. He's a Guardian to the Matrix of Leadership, and lives in Limbo. This chapter was a blast to write, I hope you all really enjoyed it. Leave reviews if you want! :D
Ativii is pronounced. Ah-tiv-vy (like ATV. :D Got the Idea from Arcee - RC)
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AndromedaAI: Yes Shia's favorite color is green! How did you know? *shifty eyes*
TheGhost129: Yes, they are now "cybers" as you just read!