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TF english fic 'Spark of Conceit' ch3
Title: 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: 3/3
Rating: PG 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. Now, the experiments reached the final stage - and they're about to produce a result never seen before
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.
And now, after so much time spent with experiments – the trial-and-error kind of process – Scalpel, and his dedicated team finally announced that the 'prototype' was ready for the 'test run'. However, there was a significant risk to it.
"We simply can't find out, how the energy circulates around a femme's Spark", Scalpel said, wearily rubbing the bridge of his nose. The intense overload of his processor resulted in a faint, but disturbingly persistent headache. "Unless I literally vivisect Oceanborn, we cannot be certain, that this is the right way. We did what we could to imitate the original system, and without trying this out now, we'll never get any closer to the final solution. Ego, you must know this: you could end up deactivated permanently."
"But we have no other choice." The spy's voice was even softer, richer than usual. Everything in him changed, he carried himself differently, more elegantly. His movements, his speech became softer, and his emotion processing unit seemed to be overheating constantly; he was awfully emotional nowadays. At times, even Powertrip's legendary patience was worn thin by Ego's outbursts.
But on the other hand, as his inside was altered, the spy became more… responsive. He seemed to suddenly crave the Surge, he approached Powertrip any possible time, and he found new, creative ways to heighten the experience for both of them. Moreover, he sort of became obsessed with his own Spark. He exposed it to his mate without hesitation, and when Powertrip was too busy or exhausted to comply, Ego simply started to stimulate his own body shamelessly, until he achieved the Surge. Powertrip had to admit, that the sight was beautiful. It was difficult to withstand the allure of the trembling body, the soft, needy little noises Ego made, and the heat, which radiated from his overloaded insides.
It was amazing how sensitive his outer cover became. The slightest touch ignited sizzles in his nervous system and Powertrip couldn't deny, that he liked to exploit this new feature.
And now, here they were, kneeling in front of each other in a small room, monitored by the medics through screens and sensors – they didn't quite dare to force Powertrip to show off his own Spark to them. The general knew that he, too, was in danger – anything could go wrong, and with his very core so exposed, he was in a vulnerable position. But he was willing to take the risk.
They talked a lot, he and Ego. The spy became deeply involved into this project, on a surprisingly emotional way. Powertrip suspected, the changes somehow mixed up Ego's processors, because not even the Spark Mothers ever expressed a particular desire to want to Create a new Spark. It was a privilege, an honor, and a necessity – a duty, first and foremost. A pleasurable duty, but the Creation served no other purpose than the survival of the race. Sparklings were taken care by tutors at a separate district, and no-one kept records on who Created them. It was not important. Yes, this experiment will create a special Spark, which will be unique, as it was the first one not conceived by a Spark Mother, but Powertrip failed to grasp why the resulting Sparkling should be treated unlike any other. Ego, however, was thinking about watching over the new one personally. It just sounded very disturbing and alarming. By now, all the general hoped for was to end this experiment, and get back his mate, as he had been.
Fingers slid over sensitive surfaces, tracing the layer of electric charge coating the bodies, ghosting over exposed wires. Tension rose inside, the strain on the servos caused fine glitches in the system; core temperature was rising as the energy built up. Ego was smiling, with an interesting edge, and his lean form trembled as his partner caressed him. Soon enough, the spy directed the strong fingers to his chest, encouraging the general to open the chest compartment and reveal the pulsing energy-orb inside. Powertrip obeyed, and for an astrosecond, he stared into the blue-white light as if mesmerized. He noticed how the armor plates covering his own hull slid aside, revealing his Spark and he moved closer with a soft, long growl, to grind his front to the other's. Sizzles ran through his nerves, pushing him closer to the glorious Surge, his internal system was wailing against the strain but it felt good, so good, Ego, Ego-
The spy's body suddenly jerked back and his vocalizer emitted a cry; blue lightnings ran over his frame and a thick tendril of energy shot out from his Spark, linking it with Powertrip's. The effect was overwhelming – almost all the sensors of both mechs' shut off immediately, their processors shrieked from the overload, it felt like an especially nice way into permanent termination.
Powertrip's disoriented brain noticed, that there was rapid energy-drain, somewhere, but his optics were blinded, and his audio-sensors sorted off – he couldn't hear his mate's piercing shriek, not even when it reached a dangerous range, and the vibrations started to damage the delicate vocal circuits. He couldn't see Ego's optical crystals to shatter, or how his skilled fingers dug into the ground.
And when he did... it was already too late.
The feeling died off so suddenly, it nearly knocked him back physically. Now, he registered the sounds – Scalpel's team shouting orders, feet pounding the floor, and a painful wheezing right next to him. Powertrip forced his regeneration system to clear his vision, and looked at the trembling form on the floor.
Never before had he seen a body so horribly mangled, and not many even after the war broke out. Ego's hands were badly damaged, his once dangerous, delicate fingers broken and useless. His optics were gone, now hallow holes were seeping heavy drops of lubricant in the smooth face. His chest was open, the Spark chamber completely exposed, and the delicate inner workings were melted, still gleaming bright red here and there. Powertrip, while his central processor managed to withhold his emotional reactions, noted, that the burn damage probably went as deep as the hydraulic and pneumatic skeleton, rendering the body beyond repair.
Ego's Spark, like a terrified turbofox cub, had shriveled into half its original size, and was gleaming weakly in its cage. However, above the broken form, a bright orb was hovering: a perfectly formed, new Spark.
He felt hands on his shoulders but Powertrip shook them off with a menacing growl, and leaned above his mate, taking the shattered hand into his own. Ego's body cringed and his once-beautiful voice drifted to the general now raspy and weak.
"Did I- Spark- make it-?"
"You did," Powertrip admitted. "It's a perfect Spark. We succeeded."
Ego's smile was weak, he obviously had to strain himself to display it. "Great... Now, our goals... Megatron."
"Spare your strength," Powertrip hushed him. He watched as the medics worked, frantically trying to stabilize Ego. One of them quickly captured the idly floating spark into a holding forcefield.
"Proud of me...?"
The general stared down. He felt a numbness creep up on his neuro-net, leaving freezing cold behind, and painfully echoing emptiness. "I am, love. Always were, always will be."
Three pairs of arms grabbed him from behind, but for a change, Powertrip didn't protest. His hand fell, and he watched in silence as Ego was hastily carried away. A young medic tried to catch his attention, and when he failed, he quickly ran a scan on the general. When the sensors didn't register anything too drastic, he tried again. "Powertrip, sir?"
The general stared at him. The medic cringed a bit. "Sir... take the Spark to the proto-shell. It's... It's your right. We'll do everything to save Ego."
Powertrip nodded slowly. He struggled to his feet and took the Spark. He had to finish this.
~~~
The room was dim, and the motionless mass of the empty protoform looked almost menacing on the berth, despite its relatively small size. Powertrip stepped closer and gently touched the forehead, yet void of a functional brain. He lifted the Spark and switched off the forcefield holding it.
"May your future be filled with stars" the general whispered, and let the energy-orb float into the opening on the protoform's chest.
The reaction was immediate – the body closed and stirred once, then a soft humming noise rose to fill the room. The Spark inhabited the shell, and was forming it rapidly, building up the necessary systems, draining basic knowledge from the AllSpark through the mysterious link, forging a brain and the core of the personality.
Powertrip's optics flickered off. Yes, this Sparkling will be a milestone, marking the beginning of a new era. An age, which indeed will be filled with stars...
... and screams.
~end~
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: 3/3
Rating: PG 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. Now, the experiments reached the final stage - and they're about to produce a result never seen before
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.
And now, after so much time spent with experiments – the trial-and-error kind of process – Scalpel, and his dedicated team finally announced that the 'prototype' was ready for the 'test run'. However, there was a significant risk to it.
"We simply can't find out, how the energy circulates around a femme's Spark", Scalpel said, wearily rubbing the bridge of his nose. The intense overload of his processor resulted in a faint, but disturbingly persistent headache. "Unless I literally vivisect Oceanborn, we cannot be certain, that this is the right way. We did what we could to imitate the original system, and without trying this out now, we'll never get any closer to the final solution. Ego, you must know this: you could end up deactivated permanently."
"But we have no other choice." The spy's voice was even softer, richer than usual. Everything in him changed, he carried himself differently, more elegantly. His movements, his speech became softer, and his emotion processing unit seemed to be overheating constantly; he was awfully emotional nowadays. At times, even Powertrip's legendary patience was worn thin by Ego's outbursts.
But on the other hand, as his inside was altered, the spy became more… responsive. He seemed to suddenly crave the Surge, he approached Powertrip any possible time, and he found new, creative ways to heighten the experience for both of them. Moreover, he sort of became obsessed with his own Spark. He exposed it to his mate without hesitation, and when Powertrip was too busy or exhausted to comply, Ego simply started to stimulate his own body shamelessly, until he achieved the Surge. Powertrip had to admit, that the sight was beautiful. It was difficult to withstand the allure of the trembling body, the soft, needy little noises Ego made, and the heat, which radiated from his overloaded insides.
It was amazing how sensitive his outer cover became. The slightest touch ignited sizzles in his nervous system and Powertrip couldn't deny, that he liked to exploit this new feature.
And now, here they were, kneeling in front of each other in a small room, monitored by the medics through screens and sensors – they didn't quite dare to force Powertrip to show off his own Spark to them. The general knew that he, too, was in danger – anything could go wrong, and with his very core so exposed, he was in a vulnerable position. But he was willing to take the risk.
They talked a lot, he and Ego. The spy became deeply involved into this project, on a surprisingly emotional way. Powertrip suspected, the changes somehow mixed up Ego's processors, because not even the Spark Mothers ever expressed a particular desire to want to Create a new Spark. It was a privilege, an honor, and a necessity – a duty, first and foremost. A pleasurable duty, but the Creation served no other purpose than the survival of the race. Sparklings were taken care by tutors at a separate district, and no-one kept records on who Created them. It was not important. Yes, this experiment will create a special Spark, which will be unique, as it was the first one not conceived by a Spark Mother, but Powertrip failed to grasp why the resulting Sparkling should be treated unlike any other. Ego, however, was thinking about watching over the new one personally. It just sounded very disturbing and alarming. By now, all the general hoped for was to end this experiment, and get back his mate, as he had been.
Fingers slid over sensitive surfaces, tracing the layer of electric charge coating the bodies, ghosting over exposed wires. Tension rose inside, the strain on the servos caused fine glitches in the system; core temperature was rising as the energy built up. Ego was smiling, with an interesting edge, and his lean form trembled as his partner caressed him. Soon enough, the spy directed the strong fingers to his chest, encouraging the general to open the chest compartment and reveal the pulsing energy-orb inside. Powertrip obeyed, and for an astrosecond, he stared into the blue-white light as if mesmerized. He noticed how the armor plates covering his own hull slid aside, revealing his Spark and he moved closer with a soft, long growl, to grind his front to the other's. Sizzles ran through his nerves, pushing him closer to the glorious Surge, his internal system was wailing against the strain but it felt good, so good, Ego, Ego-
The spy's body suddenly jerked back and his vocalizer emitted a cry; blue lightnings ran over his frame and a thick tendril of energy shot out from his Spark, linking it with Powertrip's. The effect was overwhelming – almost all the sensors of both mechs' shut off immediately, their processors shrieked from the overload, it felt like an especially nice way into permanent termination.
Powertrip's disoriented brain noticed, that there was rapid energy-drain, somewhere, but his optics were blinded, and his audio-sensors sorted off – he couldn't hear his mate's piercing shriek, not even when it reached a dangerous range, and the vibrations started to damage the delicate vocal circuits. He couldn't see Ego's optical crystals to shatter, or how his skilled fingers dug into the ground.
And when he did... it was already too late.
The feeling died off so suddenly, it nearly knocked him back physically. Now, he registered the sounds – Scalpel's team shouting orders, feet pounding the floor, and a painful wheezing right next to him. Powertrip forced his regeneration system to clear his vision, and looked at the trembling form on the floor.
Never before had he seen a body so horribly mangled, and not many even after the war broke out. Ego's hands were badly damaged, his once dangerous, delicate fingers broken and useless. His optics were gone, now hallow holes were seeping heavy drops of lubricant in the smooth face. His chest was open, the Spark chamber completely exposed, and the delicate inner workings were melted, still gleaming bright red here and there. Powertrip, while his central processor managed to withhold his emotional reactions, noted, that the burn damage probably went as deep as the hydraulic and pneumatic skeleton, rendering the body beyond repair.
Ego's Spark, like a terrified turbofox cub, had shriveled into half its original size, and was gleaming weakly in its cage. However, above the broken form, a bright orb was hovering: a perfectly formed, new Spark.
He felt hands on his shoulders but Powertrip shook them off with a menacing growl, and leaned above his mate, taking the shattered hand into his own. Ego's body cringed and his once-beautiful voice drifted to the general now raspy and weak.
"Did I- Spark- make it-?"
"You did," Powertrip admitted. "It's a perfect Spark. We succeeded."
Ego's smile was weak, he obviously had to strain himself to display it. "Great... Now, our goals... Megatron."
"Spare your strength," Powertrip hushed him. He watched as the medics worked, frantically trying to stabilize Ego. One of them quickly captured the idly floating spark into a holding forcefield.
"Proud of me...?"
The general stared down. He felt a numbness creep up on his neuro-net, leaving freezing cold behind, and painfully echoing emptiness. "I am, love. Always were, always will be."
Three pairs of arms grabbed him from behind, but for a change, Powertrip didn't protest. His hand fell, and he watched in silence as Ego was hastily carried away. A young medic tried to catch his attention, and when he failed, he quickly ran a scan on the general. When the sensors didn't register anything too drastic, he tried again. "Powertrip, sir?"
The general stared at him. The medic cringed a bit. "Sir... take the Spark to the proto-shell. It's... It's your right. We'll do everything to save Ego."
Powertrip nodded slowly. He struggled to his feet and took the Spark. He had to finish this.
~~~
The room was dim, and the motionless mass of the empty protoform looked almost menacing on the berth, despite its relatively small size. Powertrip stepped closer and gently touched the forehead, yet void of a functional brain. He lifted the Spark and switched off the forcefield holding it.
"May your future be filled with stars" the general whispered, and let the energy-orb float into the opening on the protoform's chest.
The reaction was immediate – the body closed and stirred once, then a soft humming noise rose to fill the room. The Spark inhabited the shell, and was forming it rapidly, building up the necessary systems, draining basic knowledge from the AllSpark through the mysterious link, forging a brain and the core of the personality.
Powertrip's optics flickered off. Yes, this Sparkling will be a milestone, marking the beginning of a new era. An age, which indeed will be filled with stars...
... and screams.
~end~
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Az utolsó sorok csak szimplán megöltek. <3 So much love! (Amikor Ego arról áradozott hogy ez a Sparkling különleges és ő neveli, akkor felötlött, hogy ez Starscream lesz, de nem voltam benne biztos. ^_^; )
Szóval love. <3
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Ésigeeen, az utolsó sorokra nagyon büszke vagyok. ^^ És akkor innen lehet spekulálni, h 'Screamer a háború kitöréséig miért tudós volt, mért csak utána állt be harcosnak, és h Megs miért nem csapta még le, holott egy lövésébe kerülne. XD The sandbox has opened. (The dreamer has awakeeeeeen~~!!)
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even Powertrip's legendary patience was worn thin
Tudom hogy nem én vagyok a leghozzáértőbb a nyelvtanban, de hangzásra ez nem patience has worn thin akart lenni?
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Murr. Az igazság az, hogy Scalpelék a végén feladták, és visszabújtak a laborba Triplechangereket fejleszteni. Megatron perig a propagandafőnökével együtt kieszelt néhány hatásos terver arra, hogyan tudná lejáratni a Council-t, és lám, bejött neki a dolog.
^___^ Örülök, h teccik.
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Amúgy nemcsodálom hogy felhagytak az ötlettel, amúgy is kétlem hogy ezekután sokan lettek volna akik önként és dalolva vállalkoztak volna.
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Amúgy myaa. :D
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Pff, alvás... mitgondolsz én miért éjjel írok, akkor jönnek a jó gondolatok~ Plotolj inkább Lambo!ikreket.