Ah yes, you have decided to check out my little story, and I'm glad for it. This is my first ever one-shot(And possible story if this goes well). So constructive criticism is welcomed. Please no flames, it helps no one not even yourself.
I got the idea when I was watching TFP S3 the episode Evolution. After seeing what happened to the predacons and Predakings reaction to it all, it really upset me that not one of the predacons made it out alive. So I've written this little story. What if one of the predacons did survive?
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers(probably for the better)and none of the characters are mine except the OCs.
Warning: Nothing besides my writing errors, out-of-character moments(I try my best to keep it in character), and slow start.
Units of time:
Astrosecond- .273 of a second
Breem- 8.3 minutes
cycle- 1 hour 15 minutes
Decacycle- 3 weeks
Joor- hour
Klick- 1.2 minutes
megacycle- 93 hours
orbital cycle- one earth day
solar cycle- also a day
orn- 13 days
stellar cycle- 7.5 months
vorn -83 years
Enjoy. :) or don't...
Intro:
A still form rested quietly in his chamber. He was awaiting the moment he would be free from the seemingly endless 'sleep'.
To say he was fully unconscious would be a lie, for in fact he was aware of his predicament. He could feel the warm liquid he was suspended in, his large frame scraping against thick glass, and the sound of machinery muffled by his holding. Yet, he couldn't move around or even at the least open his optics for that matter.
It was as if something was working his own frame against his will. Not fully awake or asleep. Was this what his existence amounted to? Surely there was more to it, right?
Right?
Continuous thuds entered the area of the creature's chamber. He grew excited by the faint echo of someone entering the surrounding. He knew this to be someone else because that bot had spoken to him. Okay, maybe not directly to him, but at least about him.
This someone had at first knocked the glass of his(soon after he had gained awareness), he remembered his frame jerking to the sudden vibration. Then this individual had started to visit more often, mumbling strange things towards him. But this small form of company was greatly appreciated.
And now this bot had returned yet again.
"The specimen has exhibited active module waves since reaching the expansion stage of its incubation. From what the monitors have detected it is the logical conclusion this predacon is completely conscious. To make sure that it didn't interfere with the development, I deactivated its motor functions."
New information, how fun. He liked to tuck away anything he heard even if he didn't fully understand what had been spoken.
":So this predacon you speak of is awake? But is it ready for release is the better question.:"
That was the other voice he sometimes heard. He wasn't quite sure where it came from. It didn't enter the room like the other and it wasn't as clear or profound as the someone who spoke to him. This other seemed to just appear out of nowhere, it didn't even seem like it was really here either. It was just strange.
"Affemative. The specimen is awake and it is ready for departure at your command."
":And the others?:"
"They will need three more solar cycles before they are ready, my Lord."
":Excellent Shockwave, I shall meet you in the lab soon. Prepare the predicon for extraction, but do not release it yet. I want to be there for this triumph.:"
Wait was he about to be set free? Were things finally going to change!? This was magnificent news!
He waited impatiently for something to happen.
The clicking of a device echoed faintly in the still predicon's audio-receptors. And just like that his frame felt...looser. He focused on this odd experience; beginning to twitch his wings, tail, claws, and the two long antenna.
The predacon's optics flew open, his frame trying to stretch only to be restricted by the incubator.
He looked at his environment, it was tainted yellow. Wait that was the liquid.
He shifted uncomfortably in this cramped space, letting a loud warble of discomfort and confusion (though it wasn't audible in the thick liquid). He didn't dare make any complex noise in fear of the liquid seeping into his maw.
Then he saw it. Of course it was blurry, but it was certainly there. Others, others like him all in there own incubators. He wasn't alone.
The familiar pedsteps approached him. The predacon's four wide optics became even wider. All the words he'd heard in his in between state were starting to make sense. And here stood his creator, right in front of him. He locked his four yellow-green optics with his creators single red optic.
Sure the sight was still as burry as everything else around him, but he was looking at the one who made him!
So many mixed emotions flooded through his beastly figure. He felt so happy, yet also relieved, and confused, a little scared, and EXCEPTIONALLY uncomfortable. When did he get to leave this cramped space? He wanted to move about, and goodness did he want to stretch!
The predacon began to squirm about, letting out muffled wines and warbles.
"Patience my creation, you will be free soon."
The predacon stopped his movement. His creator had spoken to him, really spoken to him this time. He felt his spark beat rapidly in his chest, just overjoyed to have someone talking to him. He wanted to talk to him too.
He pressed his snout against the glass. His creator then placed a servo to the spot his head was pressed against, admiring his work.
The predacon continued to stare at his creator(even after the cyclops had turned his attention to elsewhere), wanting nothing more than to properly meet the one he had listened to for some time now.
It was only a small wait until another bot entered room.
The predacon shifted to look at the newcomers. He was annoyed to find yet again that the figures were blurry. But from what he could see, the figure was much larger than his creator and was soon followed by another. The smaller of the pair seemed to hesitate entering.
Why was that one nervous? He wasn't trapped in a tight incubator...
"So this is the peculiar one?" The larger figure spoke, looking closely at the predacon.
Was that the other? It was, but he sounded so...different. His vocalizer was clear like his creator's. Now the other sounded like he was really there.
Why hadn't he before?
He had a helm-ache now, to many questions. When was he going to be able to receive some answers? Patient, he needed to be patient. After all he's only been fully mentally-conscious for about a breem.
"It will serve as the trial run."
Was he a test? No, he must have misunderstood the context. Surely everything would go just fine.
There was no reason to be afraid.
The smaller one walked closer to the predacon's incubator. The distorted figure of the bot appeared to have wings like him. Slowly he fluttered his wings in the tight space provided. He watched as the smaller bot flicked his own wings and left to join the other two.
The predacon was now interested in this smaller one. When he had the chance he'd learn more about this stranger. He'd learn more about everything!
"The predacon clones have almost fully evolved and will be combat-ready within three solar cycles." The cyclops turned to the predacon who stared intensely at the group.
"This one however can be deployed at this very moment."
'Yes, let me out.' The predacon thought in anticipation. His frame jerked about. He didn't want to wait any longer. He needed to stretch.
"Well done, Shockwave. Knock Out, I'm waiting..."
Who was that big one speaking too? Wait, was his creator called Shockwave? Creator-Shockwave, he liked the sound of that. Then who's Knock Out? Is that what the small one is called, Knock Out?
The predacon jolted from his thoughts. There was a small tremble in his antennas, something was coming. He shifted in the incubator in hopes he might get the others attention. But no one even looked at him. The predacon didn't understand, could they not sense the nearing danger?
He noticed something was moving in the corner of the room. He couldn't quite see what was happening, until(what appeared to be) a orange-ish looking bot even smaller than the one with wings came over with some kind of glowing box.
The predacon could no longer feel his antennas vibrating. He supposed whatever the danger was had left. Or maybe there was no danger after all.
"Synthetic energon. Troops will be delivering my remaining supply to you." The newest arrival spoke.
Creator-Shockwave gestured for this Synthetic energon to be placed down. "I will Determine its value, after Lord Megatron's predacon army is ready for deployment."
The predacon's antenna began to vibrate once more. Only this time he could feel a powerful tremble move from the ground and right through his frame. In a panic to escape the danger his instincts were warning him of, he slammed his powerful tail against the glass several times and lashed out his claws. Unnoticed by him or anyone else this had caused a large crack to form.
A terrifying shriek filled the room.
The predacon watched the others turn to stare at the one who created the loud shrill. He tried his best to see what they were looking at. A large figure stomped forward shrieking his arrival as his tail whipped back in forth.
The predacon couldn't believe it. Another predacon was outside of his incubator. Was he supposed to be out yet? He thought he was going to be the first one out.
Suddenly the one with wings(suspected by the predacon to be 'Knock Out') grabbed what looked to be a rod and went to this predacon in a angry fashion.
What was the winged one doing?
In a frightful moment the predacon watched as the rod was descended upon the other predacon's face in a harsh manor. Why was he doing that!?
"Unruly beast. You dare to roam freely without permission?" The winged bot sneered as he struck the predacon.
The other predacon shrieked in rage, giving a false charge at his attacker. The winged bot screamed and fell roughly on the ground, dropping the rod.
Just then, the other predacon seemed to fall apart and quickly reconstruct into...whatever the creator was.
With things being as blurry as they were the predacon felt as if he was seeing things. But no matter how many times he blinked the new figure remained the same. How did he do that? Could he do the same?
"Strike me again, and I will bury that rod in you spark!" The other predacon hissed in justified anger.
The winged one scurried away from the one he so carelessly hit.
"I-I did not realize that the beast was capable of transformation." The now frightened winged bot spoke shakily.
"Nor did I." The large one spoke, sounding almost angered by the fact.
Transformation? Oh!, the plates shifting. Had this other predacon never done that before? Does it hurt to shift plates? He didn't really know what it was like to hurt, but he knew it wasn't pleasant.
The transformed predacon stepped forward at the winged bot. "I am no beast!" He growled.
The contained predacon leaned forward, pressing his snout against the glass. The other predacon seemed to have noticed his movement and walked closer to the incubator, stopping a decent length away.
The two locked optics.
He felt so strange inside. What was this feeling? It was almost as if he should know who this is, but he's never met him before so how could he?
Creator-Shockwave drawled on about something. Only this time the predacon didn't care listen in. His focus was directed entirely to one of his kind. The other predacon had an admiring and almost proud gleam in optics. Why did he look at him that way? He had done nothing to earn such a look. So why then did this other predacon look at him in that manor!?
Another question he did not have an answer to.
"So the rumors are true. I will no longer be alone." The transformed predacon spoke, his voice filled with great excitement.
"I see you have been keeping secrets." The large one stepped forward with an unpleasant look adoring his face. Or maybe that was because of the blur...
The predacon felt hurt when the other of his kind, his brethren he recalled the word was, would turn his attention to that grouchy large one.
"It was not my intention to deceive you, Lord Megatron."
So that large one is called Lord Megatron. Yes, he's been referred to as such a few times now. Lord Megatron, what a silly thing to be called.
"I only recently became aware of my abilities." The other predacon spoke, catching the attention of the sidetracked predacon. "All I remember of my beginning is hunting..."
The other's tone became distant as if he was remembering something in the past, yet not long ago. " and battle, and the wounding of my pride." He shot a nasty glare at the winged one. "Thus I began to burn with questions. Who am I? Where did I come from? The Warship's databanks provided historical fact, but still I possessed no memory of my own past. So I began to reconsider my place in the present and wondered, could I be like the others?"
"And now I know." He finished.
Lord Megatron began to say something to the other, but the predacon couldn't bring himself to listen. He was fumbling in his own thoughts.
The incubating predacon let the words of his brethren sink deep into his processor. He was irritated that the little speech had only brought him more questions. He didn't like how the questions were piling up with little to no answers.
He looked over at Creator-Shockwave and tapped his tail rhythmically against the glass. 'I'm ready to be let out now.' He thought strongly. Hoping his creator would take the hint.
Instead the orange-red-ish small bot looked his way.
The predacon stopped his tapping. He had forgotten that one was there. After all he had been awfully quiet.
"Uh, Shockwave is that one supposed to be looking at me?" The small bot pointed to the predacon that was currently squishing his snout up against the glass whilst flicking his tail in a playful manor.
Lord Megatron interjected before Creator-Shockwave could reply, "Shockwave, I believe there are somethings you and I must discuss before we make any plans with that one."
What? But he was supposed to be released. Creator-Shockwave had said so himself. Why was Lord Megatron intervening? Did he not want him to be released? Why would he want that? Had he done something wrong?
"Understood, my Lord." His creator replied.
The predacon watched his creator make his way over to the controls. Why wasn't his creator against this? Why did they need to discuss anything about this situation? All they had done since getting here was talk. Was talk of releasing him all some sort of sick joke? He didn't like this.
The predacon slammed his helm harshly against the thick glass. A crack formed downward to where he struck, connecting to the previous damage he hadn't noticed before.
He hadn't meant to cause damage, but he wanted out.
Creator-Shockwave began to type in a command. The predacon twisted his helm to face his brethren. His helpless expression meet with other's concerned gaze.
"Come, you and I need to have a talk." Lord Megatron gestured to the exit.
The predacon watched as the others moved to leave. He smashed his face once move in a fit of anger. He felt a sting in his helm, but ignored it. They were supposed to be leaving with him!
Suddenly he felt his movement give out and his mind numbing. His optics slowly closed. Feeling that familiar sleepiness and frame tightening. That in between state he was forced to endure before.
He listened to pedsteps leave. Then only the faint sound of machinery could be heard.
He was right back where he started.
And end of part one.
Didn't I tell you it'd be slow? But you didn't listen! tsk. tsk. No matter I'm glad your still here.
Sorry if the writing is hard to follow. I want to add move details, but unfortunately the predacon has yet to attain enough knowledge for me to do that. The writing will grow the more our not so little protagonist grows. Don't ask why... It's just how i've decided to do things.
Also, did you notice in the show how Predaking already had a complex speech? There's no way he learned all of that simply by listening in on other's conversation. I'm pretty sure that the predacons are cloned with the basics already programed into them. So with that logic you now know why the predacon can understand his situation(In case any of you were wondering). Clearly he doesn't understand it all if he has so many questions. Did you think it was annoying or cute that he had so many questions?
P.S: I know I misuse commas A LOT and that is considered a major error. I'll get better... maybe.
So tell me how your liking it so far, or how much your just hating it (In a polite way).