TF English fic "Spark of Conceit" ch2
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okami_huTitle: Spark of Conceit
Continuation: Umm, I'd say classic comic. Perhaps it'd fit into the G1 as well. Though, there are references to the AllSpark, the protoforms, and Megatron has his movie personality.
Chapters: 2/3
Rating: G in this chapter
Pairings: OC/OC ('formers both, slash couple)
Summary: Megatron is not pleased by how his plans progress and one of his trusted underlings decided to help the problem.
Disclaimer: Basically, if you recognize it, it belongs to Marvel, Hasbro, and several dozens of nutty Japanese. If you can't recognize it, it's mine.
Notes: Unbeta-ed. Squint if something in the grammar is amiss. Or better, point it out that I could correct.
Powertrip was not a good guy. Certainly, he was very loyal to those few he loved or respected, but essentially, the love of destruction was in his nature. Once in the faraway past, he was the leader of a wrecking crew and his joy was still the greatest, when he could demolish something bigger than him.
Well, maybe that was the second greatest thing in his life. The very greatest thing was currently sprawled out on top of him, idly tracing meaningful patterns – letters of the Cybertronian writing – on his chestplate.
Ego started out as a researcher. He had been part of many exploration teams, but he was always given the most boring jobs. Others tended to overlook him, and few could tolerate his rather sarcastic nature. Eventually, he ended up in Megatron's growing army, and after a few modifications, he rose astonishingly quickly in the ranks. From scientist, he turned into a secret agent, spy, and torture master. Surprisingly, his sarcasm even tamed, and instead he became sly, smooth and in a certain way, quite wanton.
And still, there was no pretending in this dangerous mech when it came to the general Powertrip. The taller, stronger warrior gave him what Ego craved the most: undivided attention. Powertrip was as stable as the buildings he pulled down, he could stand Ego's whining, bitching and occasional angry outbursts. He just listened and then his strong arms pulled the slender spy closer, who could calm down in the secure embrace.
Both knew they could rely on the other, they completed each other. Their vibes were tuned on the same frequency and eventually, they became lovers. Ego loved how he had power over his larger mate – after all, he knew Powertrip's most sensitive spots, and with his torture devices, he could have inflicted horrible pain to the other. This thrilled the general. His energon pumps sped up every time he was laid out on the floor, Ego straddling him and grinning like a maniac.
But for now, the energy surge had passed, leaving them both pleasantly drained and satisfied. It was nice to just lie on top of the building they called home and enjoy each other's presence.
"You know," Ego broke the silence, "Megatron is right. We need a bigger army. Damn those Spark Mothers." He rolled off Powertrip to lie on his back and stared up at the starry sky. "Why can't others Create as well? Just them and the chosen leaders."
"It's what Primus said," Powertrip murmured, rolling on his side to admire Ego's lean form. "Everybody knows this. We live an awful long time compared to other races, so we don't need to procreate with the speed they do. And, Creating a Spark is a privilege."
"Yeah, yeah. But really, since when do we care for regulations, huh? And what does Spark Mothers do to earn that privilege? As soon as their Sparks inhabit a protoform, they simply assume their slightly special anatomy, and they are able to conceive new Sparks!" He sat up. "What keeps us from modifying one of us? It's not a miracle."
"That's an abomination, Ego," Powertrip sat up as well, and caressed his lover's face. "Primus forbade it, and those who tried were cast out by the Council. And it does sound weird..." he shivered. "It would be freaky to Create a Spark with somebody, who's not a Mother."
"Like you ever tried either," Ego pointed out sharply. "We have the technology. I bet this rule was set by some idiot in the past to prevent future rebel leaders to build their army." He tilted his head up, and his optics flashed. "I'll tell Megatron. He'll acquire his army."
"Mmh." Powertrip mulled over this, but he quickly lost interest. The light was bouncing off of Ego's polished shoulders too captivatingly. "How about some energon, and then... we could play. I can be your Thalorian slave."
A characteristic maniac grin appeared on Ego's face. "That sounds like some good entertainment."
~~~
Powertrip couldn't decide, which was scarier, the pleased astonishment on Megatron's face, or Ego's triumphant grin.
"Sometimes, the wickedness of your mind surprises me, Ego," the leader nodded. "Crossing Primus's law, and modifying regular mechs to be able to Create a new Spark... It's logical. The ancient prohibition was apparently so deeply etched into our central processors, that we never even considered this option. I have to give credit to you."
Ego's grin only widened, and he bowed respectfully. "Thank you, my leader. I'm glad I'm of use."
"The only problem is," Megatron mused, "That we don't know, what exactly makes the Spark Mothers so unique. During all the vast millions of years since our race came into being, the prohibition kept us from experimenting. However, we do have a Spark Mother..."
"Oceanborn doesn't have any problems showing off her Spark anyway," Ego chuckled, then hissed and glanced up at his mate, as Powertrip gently whacked him over the head. Megatron laughed.
"More respect, Ego. She is generous and easygoing, but she'll have no problems ripping out your vocalizer, if something you say displeases her. Regardless of that, however, we'll start with the project. I hope head physician Scalpel will live up to my expectations."
"Most certainly," Ego nodded firmly. "I knew him from before, he is curious, and brilliant. That's why he's with us."
"Excellent." Megatron stood, and straightened. "I'll be informing them personally. And, we need to be sure, no word goes up about this plan; if the autobots learn what we're up to, they'll exile all of us, no doubt."
"I'll make sure that the secret is kept, my lord," Ego bowed and after a little hesitation, he added: "I'd like to volunteer for the testing." He didn't care about Powertrip's surprised hiss.
Megatron nodded slowly. "Acknowledged, and your bravery is noted. Be sure to keep in touch with Scalpel, then. You're useful, I would be displeased if you ended up incapacitated."
"We will not fail you, my lord."
~tbc~
Continuation: Umm, I'd say classic comic. Perhaps it'd fit into the G1 as well. Though, there are references to the AllSpark, the protoforms, and Megatron has his movie personality.
Chapters: 2/3
Rating: G in this chapter
Pairings: OC/OC ('formers both, slash couple)
Summary: Megatron is not pleased by how his plans progress and one of his trusted underlings decided to help the problem.
Disclaimer: Basically, if you recognize it, it belongs to Marvel, Hasbro, and several dozens of nutty Japanese. If you can't recognize it, it's mine.
Notes: Unbeta-ed. Squint if something in the grammar is amiss. Or better, point it out that I could correct.
Powertrip was not a good guy. Certainly, he was very loyal to those few he loved or respected, but essentially, the love of destruction was in his nature. Once in the faraway past, he was the leader of a wrecking crew and his joy was still the greatest, when he could demolish something bigger than him.
Well, maybe that was the second greatest thing in his life. The very greatest thing was currently sprawled out on top of him, idly tracing meaningful patterns – letters of the Cybertronian writing – on his chestplate.
Ego started out as a researcher. He had been part of many exploration teams, but he was always given the most boring jobs. Others tended to overlook him, and few could tolerate his rather sarcastic nature. Eventually, he ended up in Megatron's growing army, and after a few modifications, he rose astonishingly quickly in the ranks. From scientist, he turned into a secret agent, spy, and torture master. Surprisingly, his sarcasm even tamed, and instead he became sly, smooth and in a certain way, quite wanton.
And still, there was no pretending in this dangerous mech when it came to the general Powertrip. The taller, stronger warrior gave him what Ego craved the most: undivided attention. Powertrip was as stable as the buildings he pulled down, he could stand Ego's whining, bitching and occasional angry outbursts. He just listened and then his strong arms pulled the slender spy closer, who could calm down in the secure embrace.
Both knew they could rely on the other, they completed each other. Their vibes were tuned on the same frequency and eventually, they became lovers. Ego loved how he had power over his larger mate – after all, he knew Powertrip's most sensitive spots, and with his torture devices, he could have inflicted horrible pain to the other. This thrilled the general. His energon pumps sped up every time he was laid out on the floor, Ego straddling him and grinning like a maniac.
But for now, the energy surge had passed, leaving them both pleasantly drained and satisfied. It was nice to just lie on top of the building they called home and enjoy each other's presence.
"You know," Ego broke the silence, "Megatron is right. We need a bigger army. Damn those Spark Mothers." He rolled off Powertrip to lie on his back and stared up at the starry sky. "Why can't others Create as well? Just them and the chosen leaders."
"It's what Primus said," Powertrip murmured, rolling on his side to admire Ego's lean form. "Everybody knows this. We live an awful long time compared to other races, so we don't need to procreate with the speed they do. And, Creating a Spark is a privilege."
"Yeah, yeah. But really, since when do we care for regulations, huh? And what does Spark Mothers do to earn that privilege? As soon as their Sparks inhabit a protoform, they simply assume their slightly special anatomy, and they are able to conceive new Sparks!" He sat up. "What keeps us from modifying one of us? It's not a miracle."
"That's an abomination, Ego," Powertrip sat up as well, and caressed his lover's face. "Primus forbade it, and those who tried were cast out by the Council. And it does sound weird..." he shivered. "It would be freaky to Create a Spark with somebody, who's not a Mother."
"Like you ever tried either," Ego pointed out sharply. "We have the technology. I bet this rule was set by some idiot in the past to prevent future rebel leaders to build their army." He tilted his head up, and his optics flashed. "I'll tell Megatron. He'll acquire his army."
"Mmh." Powertrip mulled over this, but he quickly lost interest. The light was bouncing off of Ego's polished shoulders too captivatingly. "How about some energon, and then... we could play. I can be your Thalorian slave."
A characteristic maniac grin appeared on Ego's face. "That sounds like some good entertainment."
~~~
Powertrip couldn't decide, which was scarier, the pleased astonishment on Megatron's face, or Ego's triumphant grin.
"Sometimes, the wickedness of your mind surprises me, Ego," the leader nodded. "Crossing Primus's law, and modifying regular mechs to be able to Create a new Spark... It's logical. The ancient prohibition was apparently so deeply etched into our central processors, that we never even considered this option. I have to give credit to you."
Ego's grin only widened, and he bowed respectfully. "Thank you, my leader. I'm glad I'm of use."
"The only problem is," Megatron mused, "That we don't know, what exactly makes the Spark Mothers so unique. During all the vast millions of years since our race came into being, the prohibition kept us from experimenting. However, we do have a Spark Mother..."
"Oceanborn doesn't have any problems showing off her Spark anyway," Ego chuckled, then hissed and glanced up at his mate, as Powertrip gently whacked him over the head. Megatron laughed.
"More respect, Ego. She is generous and easygoing, but she'll have no problems ripping out your vocalizer, if something you say displeases her. Regardless of that, however, we'll start with the project. I hope head physician Scalpel will live up to my expectations."
"Most certainly," Ego nodded firmly. "I knew him from before, he is curious, and brilliant. That's why he's with us."
"Excellent." Megatron stood, and straightened. "I'll be informing them personally. And, we need to be sure, no word goes up about this plan; if the autobots learn what we're up to, they'll exile all of us, no doubt."
"I'll make sure that the secret is kept, my lord," Ego bowed and after a little hesitation, he added: "I'd like to volunteer for the testing." He didn't care about Powertrip's surprised hiss.
Megatron nodded slowly. "Acknowledged, and your bravery is noted. Be sure to keep in touch with Scalpel, then. You're useful, I would be displeased if you ended up incapacitated."
"We will not fail you, my lord."
~tbc~
