Energy and Motion
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers
Ativii, Sixth Prime, and Ricochet belong to me.
Chapter 5: Disclosure
After the first introductions were made between everyone, Jazz helped Ricochet sit up against a stone column. For such a small mech, Jazz easily hefted the larger one into a sitting position. Without a complete thorough system recalibration, the motor relays were out of sync and Ricochet was basically 'paralyzed', but that had to wait. The explanations were much more important that a new mech trying to learn how to control his limbs.
The silver saboteur grabbed Ativii's back panels and scruff bar to put her on a small ledge so she was at a more optic level with everyone. She glared daggers at the silver mech for picking her up like a helpless cybercat! He was supposed to be the small one, but apparently she got the short end of the stick. Ativii had already done a system recalibration not knowingly, so her motor relays were in check. With a single mended leg, her equilibrium was completely off and still needed a few more instructions to fix that problem.
He just chuckled at the skinny black femme as she huffed and crossed her servos over her chassis. Jazz just shrugged it off and stood back with the Sixth Prime.
"So… where do we start with the explanations?" asked Ricochet.
The Prime shifted his weight on his wide-toed peds and leaned on his golden shaft. His amber optics locked with the cyan and cobalt ones of the protoforms. "This information you are about to hear was disclosure to us by Primus before your activation. We only know a bit about what happened before your demises. Primus had always been watching for you two for some time. You were never supposed to be apart of your reality, but ours. Some unexplainable shift had thrown you out of ours and to your old lives. On the day of your death, he intervened to make what was wrong, right. The electricity and energy transformed your 'spirits' into sparks as you died. Your sparks then entered the stage before the Well of Sparks.
"Without a spark chamber, your sparks, now your essence would quickly fade in the void of Limbo and be lost. From my time, when I was on this planet, a great battle had broken out and a few protoforms frames were left here in these desert mountains. With my approval, since these were my brothers, Primus channeled your sparks into them and gave you new life."
"But how come we can still remember things of our past lives?" asked Ativii as the amazing explanation entranced her.
Jazz turned to Sixth Prime, directing the question to him to answer.
"To remove memories from one's soul and spark could be devastating to the person. It's like ripping away their worth and all that they are. To not create conflict with the great scheme of things, Primus is slowly having your memories disappear. They are turning into thoughts, instinct, and knowledge. You will not remember what has occurred directly, but they will seem more like figments of the imagination that are actually true." The Prime vented softly as he shifted again.
"Then what about the knowledge Primus was giving us?" asked Ricochet as a fragment of his memory surfaced.
"As Primus is shifting your memories to instinct and a 'six sense' he is also filling your processor with information on how to be a Cybertronian. Since you do not have millions or years to learn it all at a human state of mind, it will smoothly integrate with what we are teaching you. I do not know about all that he has shared with you, but it will be crucial to your existence," The Sixth Prime drew some symbols in the sand with his shaft. They matched the ones that were on the walls and columns of stone. "Can you read this?"
Ativii peeked from over the ledge she was one, and stared at the Cyberglyphs written in the compacted sand. Ricochet glanced over at them, since he couldn't really move. "They say, 'the Language of Primes,'" said Ricochet as he scrunched his faceplates in confusion.
"And 'the Vessel of Knowledge and Life,'" added in Ativii.
The Prime leaned back in deep thought, Jazz just stared at the glyphs like they were going to come out and jump at him. "Ah can't read anything," said Jazz. "but those look like glyphs that are on tha AllSpark."
The ancient mech hummed as he looked up again. "That is because it is the Language of Primes. It is a dead form of Cyberglyphs to your time Jazz. Only the ancients can understand and possible a descendant of Prime. If Ativii and Ricochet can read it, it means Primus has something planned for you in the future? Or his knowledge that was given to you had the Language of Primes embedded in it."
"Why is that so important?" asked Ativii as she picked up the sense of wonderment in the Sixth Prime.
"Because there are many artifacts that were lost from Cybertron that were inscribed with these glyphs. If you can understand them, then you will be able to unlock their abilities and aid the Autobots in the War."
Ativii raised a servo as a thought occurred to her. "When we were meeting with Primus, I think he said that our journey was to help the ones who do not get along. So maybe the Language of Primes and our new knowledge are supposed to help with that?"
"Possibly," Jazz said. "But f'rst we must get ya in workin' order."
"What is your role in this?" asked Ricochet as he studied the mechs in front of him.
"Both Ah and Sixty are kinda like mess'ngers for Primus. We're 'dead' now, but Primus has kept mah alive fer somethin'. He's not tellin' mah tha reasons," answered Jazz. He used the Prime's nickname he had given him, and said Prime didn't even bat an optic at it.
"We cannot be seen by other Autobots or Decepticons alike. Only by you. With Primus' interaction he has allowed us to be your guides as you fledge to be a true Cybertronian. We are simply an image or a person only you can interact with."
Ativii looked at the Sixth Prime from the side of her optic and saw him become transparent, and then she turned back her helm to face him. "So we can only see you. That's a bummer."
"If Jazz is here with us, then what year is it?" asked Ricochet as he struggled to get past an itch in his armor. 'Curse not having motor relays synced!'
"If yer asking how long Ah've been deactivated. It'sa only been thirt'en of yer weeks," said Jazz sadly as he laid a servo over the large scars on his chassis.
"So…it's 2007? The AllSpark is destroyed, you're not there Jazz and Megatron's dead for now. How in t he name of Primus did we go back in time by six years?!" exclaimed Ativii as she started to freak out. Everyone just ignored her as she started to vent harshly.
Jazz snapped his digits. "You said Megsy's dead fer now? What do ya mean about thwat?"
Ricochet turned to Ativii, she vented and began to explain as wisps of the movies returned. "I honestly don't know how long this knowing of the movies will last. But from two years from now, in 2009, Megatron is going to be revived from a shard of the AllSpark. Short summary, Megatron has always been working for the Fallen, who will soon be free."
Sixth Prime growled, "How is that possible? The Fallen is locked away and he cannot get out until—"
"It's because Megatron corners Prime and stabs him in the back," said Ricochet. "Optimus was protecting Sam, because Sam knows about an Energon source to the Sun Harvester. Thanks to a splinter of the AllSpark which got stuck on his jacket."
Jazz was taken back. He staggered a few steps. "No! Prime is too tough ta get killed thwat easily. Him an' Megatron have been goin' at it for years on end!"
"It was a cheap stab in the back also," muttered Ativii.
Sixth Prime laid a servo on Jazz's shoulder bolts. "All will be fine Jazz. Samuel James Witwicky will not fail us; he is destined to revive Optimus Prime with the Matrix of Leadership. My brothers will make sure of it."
"Hopefully," said Ativii sadly. "With us knowing about the timelines, things might change the outcome."
The Prime shook his helm, "The outcomes will not change as they way you see it. Nothing major at the least, you may actually benefit to the role of the Autobots and Earth. As the time of the Fallen's arrival nears, you will have to be ready to encounter the Autobots and the Decepticons when they arrive in this desert. I have foreseen a battle that will soon come for control of the Sun Harvester." The gray-yellow mech turned to leave. "I will leave you with Jazz. He will be teaching you how to control your new frames, I will return later to help aid the process. I find it best if you learn to bond with a member you knew somewhat, hopefully you will get along real swell."
The big, ancient mech smiled and then faded away into the shadows.
"Oh, goodie. He's leaving meh todo sparksitting. For an old-timer, he's as annoying as Sunny ah times!" huffed Jazz playfully as he turned to look at the protoforms.
"We are not sparklings!" snarled Ativii quietly; she about had it with Jazz teasing her. By the AllSpark, it was already a tough cycle for her. Too much had happened to fast.
"Yeah right. Thank Primus for that. But ya still don't know how ta walk." He cut back, "So that essentially makes yar sparkling."
"We'll excuse me! But in case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have any legs!" cursed Ativii. She gestured wildly to her bottom-half with her servos.
"Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the berth," said Ricochet quietly, not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of her rants.
Jazz's features softened, "Yeah, you're right Ric'. Ah'm s'rry Ativii, this whole bus'ness is jus completely new ta the Jazzman. It'sa given meh a pr'cessorache."
"Your not the only one," she said.
"So Jazz, what kind of bots are we?" asked Ricochet, curious about himself. He also was desperately trying to turn around the conservation.
"Meh scanners don't work tha same anym're. But yer optics suggest yer are an Autobot," Jazz rubbed a digit on his chinplates. "Ah believe Ricochet is a megmech. One who specializes in electromagnetic forces. Which can lead ta quite a useful ambusher like maself. Ah only had two of yer kind in the Special Operations. Y'll be a quite valuable mech ta the team.
"Ativii here, she's a uniwheeler. Much like Arcee an' her counterparts af'er Flatlines experiement. Yer known for your agility and quick tactics in any battle, especially yer balance. Hopefully ya will meet Arcee and can instruct ya some more."
Ativii nodded as Ricochet just stared into space. She looked up at Jazz, "What are we going to do now?"
Jazz turned to the femme on the ledge. "We're gonna get yer friend over there movin' again. He'd gre'tly appreciate thwat."
"When do we get to scan a vehicle, Jazz?" asked Ricochet.
"In ah long time from now," he piped up happily in a deep laughter-filled voice. "We got a lot more ta do first!" Ativii and Ricochet just groaned.
Jazz was going to be a lot of fun.
KTAB: Yeah, this was a shorter chapter. BUT it was needed to help explain things some more. I hope it makes sense to all of you guys, if you have questions about what is going on? You know what to do! Just ask, and I'll see what I can answer. I love Jazz, he's a fun mech to write. Jazz is supposed to seem a little snappy, when you get stuck with a mech like Sixth Prime for a while, you get bored and a little cranky. The Next chapter is going to be a LOT longer! There's a lot of time skips summerized in one place with little stories here and there. I have to cover two years in the next like possible three chapters, okay? And all it is, is really a lot of training. I don't know how often I'll always update, but this week has been pretty constant. Expect at least one chapter per week guys!
I also changed the Summary to help catch new readers eyes some more, and it needed some changing as the story has been laid out more. :D
Thanks to: Answerthecall, Phoenix-164, Pinky-the-Assassin for the follows!
And Answerthecall and Pinky-the-Assassin for the favorites.
ForgotMyName2Day: Don't you worry, all is going to be just grand for Ativii and Ricochet! Have hope that we'll be seeing more of the Jazzman!
KTAB: Phew, and cut! I'mma going to go grab some dinner. *Walks away*
Ativii: I wonder where Jazz went? *hops off to go find the saboteur*
*Sixth Prime is nowhere to be seen and Ricochet is left alone.*
Ricochet: Uh, guys? GUYS! I need a little help here! I can't exactly move!
*Ricochet is sadly, ignored*
Ricochet: Being paralyzed sucks. EW! Scorpion! Get away! *starts blowing at the insect, fails to chase it away and he continues to climb* KTAB! You better get back here!
*You hear the author laughing in the background*