Nanosnipmo -Day 25
Another longish one! Found myself in need of some floofage after recent events.
Wheeljack tilted his helm back in awe. The AllSpark! Somehow he hadn’t expected it to be so big, and so...beautiful. He’d seen Vector Sigma, of course, before it was destroyed, but the AllSpark gave an even greater impression of unfathomable age, of awareness, even though it lacked a voice or any recognizable data interface. Scored and scarred, traced by elaborate, mysterious glyphs and occasional blue traceries of energy, the source of life and energy for all of Cybertron.
“Don’t you dare try to take it apart,” Ratchet whispered, elbowing Wheeljack in the side and completely disregarding the solemnity of the moment.
“I wouldn’t!” Wheeljack protested indignantly. Ironhide turned to give them a stern look, but Perceptor didn’t react whatsoever. His hands made faint tracing motions as he stared in utter fascination.
“I think Perceptor may be the one to worry about in that regard,” Optimus said softly, a glint of amusement in his optics as he stepped past them to approach the AllSpark. He stood for a long moment, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor a respectful step behind, Ironhide guarding them all. Wheeljack wondered, not for the first time, just exactly how this was going to work. There was no Key, no computation matrix for entering requests for particular Cybernetic personality parameters and petitions for the spark to be granted. Only the great Cube, faceless and immense. Maybe they should tap on it a little with something, see what happened? He needn't have worried. Prime had it all under control.
Optimus lifted a hand to touch the Cube lightly. “AllSpark. Giver of life,” he addressed it, in the formal language of the Primes. “In these dark times on Cybertron, much is broken, many beings cry out in pain, and the darkness grows only greater. We who are responsible for our part in the war that destroys our planet approach you now, not to petition for soldiers and weapons, nor for warrior sparks. Instead, if it be your will, grant us sparks of hope and healing. Battles of a different kind await them.”
Wheeljack bowed his head, the gravity of what they were doing settling in his own spark as Optimus continued. “May they be menders and builders, to repair what we have destroyed. Let their connections to one another bring them strength and joy, that they may bear the burdens they will face. May they protect and defend life and love wherever they find it, beyond faction and form, until all are one.”
“Until all are one,” Wheeljack and the others echoed. Was it his imagination or had the blue pulses of energy increased? The AllSpark seemed to be looming towards them now in a rather interested fashion.
“Ratchet?” Optimus said, and the medic handed him a small spark containment field. Wheeljack felt his spark pulse quicken in excitement and trepidation. Either this would work or...or it wouldn’t. For a long moment Optimus held the containment field in front of the AllSpark, with his hands outstretched in front of him at chest level. The lines of energy pulsed faster and brighter. Optimus lifted his hands until the containment field almost touched, the AllSpark sang, a low sweet reverberance, and...ZAP! Optimus braced one foot behind him but held steady as the containment field flared and filled with light.
“Welcome, bright spark,” Optimus said, lowering his hands and smiling at the new life cradled there.
“Holy sl...holy Primus, it worked!” Ironhide said.
“It appears so,” Optimus said, not taking his optics off the sparklet. It buzzed and wriggled a little in his hands.
“And a lively spark you are,” Perceptor told it, coming closer to peer at it in delight.
“Perceptor?” Ratchet held out another containment field. Perceptor looked startled.
“Oh! But I...well I must say, it’s all very fascinating, but I’m hardly worthy…” he waved one hand towards Optimus.
“I am afraid, Perceptor, that my hands are full,” Optimus told him solemnly, although his optics were squinted in a grin.
“Oh, then...very well, I suppose.” Perceptor approached the AllSpark cautiously, holding the containment field in front of him like a shield. “Must I compose a speech as well or...oh! Oh my! How remarkable!” The AllSpark hummed and a bright arc of energy gathered and zapped into the containment field before Perceptor got even within arm’s length of the Cube this time. Perceptor took the newspark and went to stand next to Optimus, holding it close.
Ironhide, poked and prodded by Ratchet, went next. “Old soft spark,” Ratchet teased him gently, as a bit of optic fluid gathered in the weapon’s masters optics as he stared in awe at the new life in his hands. Ironhide grumbled and revved his cannons, but not too loudly, and went to join Perceptor and Optimus, and then it was Wheeljack’s turn.
His hands trembled a little as he took the containment field, and he steadied them with an effort as he approached the AllSpark. The fourth spark took its time, until Wheeljack began to fear he would be denied, but then the AllSpark sang again, and the bright lightning struck, and his hands filled with warmth and light.
“Hello! Hello there!” Wheeljack found himself saying over and over, laughing in wonder.
Ratchet took the last containment field and brought it forward slowly. The AllSpark hummed a soft rising note as he grew closer, and then light gathered and spiraled down, settling gently into Ratchet’s hands. They all stood together, losing track of time as they watched the new sparks gleam and pulse. Now and then one would hum or buzz softly, an echo of the AllSpark’s song.
“Now just stop that, young spark,” Perceptor said, as the spark in his hands started trying to migrate up one arm. “Should we put them together?”
Wheeljack and Ratchet looked at one another and Ratchet shrugged.“The Aerialbots were spark-linked for who knows how many vorns before they were framed. I don’t know that the timing matters. We’ll need to put them in stasis anyway for the trip back; might as well let them be together.”
“This one certainly seems to be looking for something,” Optimus said, as his sparklet began nudging its way between his fingers.
Ratchet and Wheeljack gently tipped their sparklets into the insulated box first, where they found and glommed on to one another almost immediately, containment fields merging. Optimus, Perceptor, and Ironhide added their sparklets next, and they watched as the five hummed and spun and wriggled around one another.
“Ok, kiddos,” Wheeljack told them, dialing down the controls on the container. “Settle down now. I’ll wake you when your frames are ready.” The five sparks gradually slowed and dimmed, pulsing softly in unison.
“Well done, everyone,” Optimus said, putting a warm hand on Wheeljack’s shoulder, and wasn’t it funny, Wheeljack thought, how they all couldn’t stop smiling at one another, even though Ironhide was doing his best to hide it. “Let’s bring them home.”
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Wheeljack tilted his helm back in awe. The AllSpark! Somehow he hadn’t expected it to be so big, and so...beautiful. He’d seen Vector Sigma, of course, before it was destroyed, but the AllSpark gave an even greater impression of unfathomable age, of awareness, even though it lacked a voice or any recognizable data interface. Scored and scarred, traced by elaborate, mysterious glyphs and occasional blue traceries of energy, the source of life and energy for all of Cybertron.
“Don’t you dare try to take it apart,” Ratchet whispered, elbowing Wheeljack in the side and completely disregarding the solemnity of the moment.
“I wouldn’t!” Wheeljack protested indignantly. Ironhide turned to give them a stern look, but Perceptor didn’t react whatsoever. His hands made faint tracing motions as he stared in utter fascination.
“I think Perceptor may be the one to worry about in that regard,” Optimus said softly, a glint of amusement in his optics as he stepped past them to approach the AllSpark. He stood for a long moment, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor a respectful step behind, Ironhide guarding them all. Wheeljack wondered, not for the first time, just exactly how this was going to work. There was no Key, no computation matrix for entering requests for particular Cybernetic personality parameters and petitions for the spark to be granted. Only the great Cube, faceless and immense. Maybe they should tap on it a little with something, see what happened? He needn't have worried. Prime had it all under control.
Optimus lifted a hand to touch the Cube lightly. “AllSpark. Giver of life,” he addressed it, in the formal language of the Primes. “In these dark times on Cybertron, much is broken, many beings cry out in pain, and the darkness grows only greater. We who are responsible for our part in the war that destroys our planet approach you now, not to petition for soldiers and weapons, nor for warrior sparks. Instead, if it be your will, grant us sparks of hope and healing. Battles of a different kind await them.”
Wheeljack bowed his head, the gravity of what they were doing settling in his own spark as Optimus continued. “May they be menders and builders, to repair what we have destroyed. Let their connections to one another bring them strength and joy, that they may bear the burdens they will face. May they protect and defend life and love wherever they find it, beyond faction and form, until all are one.”
“Until all are one,” Wheeljack and the others echoed. Was it his imagination or had the blue pulses of energy increased? The AllSpark seemed to be looming towards them now in a rather interested fashion.
“Ratchet?” Optimus said, and the medic handed him a small spark containment field. Wheeljack felt his spark pulse quicken in excitement and trepidation. Either this would work or...or it wouldn’t. For a long moment Optimus held the containment field in front of the AllSpark, with his hands outstretched in front of him at chest level. The lines of energy pulsed faster and brighter. Optimus lifted his hands until the containment field almost touched, the AllSpark sang, a low sweet reverberance, and...ZAP! Optimus braced one foot behind him but held steady as the containment field flared and filled with light.
“Welcome, bright spark,” Optimus said, lowering his hands and smiling at the new life cradled there.
“Holy sl...holy Primus, it worked!” Ironhide said.
“It appears so,” Optimus said, not taking his optics off the sparklet. It buzzed and wriggled a little in his hands.
“And a lively spark you are,” Perceptor told it, coming closer to peer at it in delight.
“Perceptor?” Ratchet held out another containment field. Perceptor looked startled.
“Oh! But I...well I must say, it’s all very fascinating, but I’m hardly worthy…” he waved one hand towards Optimus.
“I am afraid, Perceptor, that my hands are full,” Optimus told him solemnly, although his optics were squinted in a grin.
“Oh, then...very well, I suppose.” Perceptor approached the AllSpark cautiously, holding the containment field in front of him like a shield. “Must I compose a speech as well or...oh! Oh my! How remarkable!” The AllSpark hummed and a bright arc of energy gathered and zapped into the containment field before Perceptor got even within arm’s length of the Cube this time. Perceptor took the newspark and went to stand next to Optimus, holding it close.
Ironhide, poked and prodded by Ratchet, went next. “Old soft spark,” Ratchet teased him gently, as a bit of optic fluid gathered in the weapon’s masters optics as he stared in awe at the new life in his hands. Ironhide grumbled and revved his cannons, but not too loudly, and went to join Perceptor and Optimus, and then it was Wheeljack’s turn.
His hands trembled a little as he took the containment field, and he steadied them with an effort as he approached the AllSpark. The fourth spark took its time, until Wheeljack began to fear he would be denied, but then the AllSpark sang again, and the bright lightning struck, and his hands filled with warmth and light.
“Hello! Hello there!” Wheeljack found himself saying over and over, laughing in wonder.
Ratchet took the last containment field and brought it forward slowly. The AllSpark hummed a soft rising note as he grew closer, and then light gathered and spiraled down, settling gently into Ratchet’s hands. They all stood together, losing track of time as they watched the new sparks gleam and pulse. Now and then one would hum or buzz softly, an echo of the AllSpark’s song.
“Now just stop that, young spark,” Perceptor said, as the spark in his hands started trying to migrate up one arm. “Should we put them together?”
Wheeljack and Ratchet looked at one another and Ratchet shrugged.“The Aerialbots were spark-linked for who knows how many vorns before they were framed. I don’t know that the timing matters. We’ll need to put them in stasis anyway for the trip back; might as well let them be together.”
“This one certainly seems to be looking for something,” Optimus said, as his sparklet began nudging its way between his fingers.
Ratchet and Wheeljack gently tipped their sparklets into the insulated box first, where they found and glommed on to one another almost immediately, containment fields merging. Optimus, Perceptor, and Ironhide added their sparklets next, and they watched as the five hummed and spun and wriggled around one another.
“Ok, kiddos,” Wheeljack told them, dialing down the controls on the container. “Settle down now. I’ll wake you when your frames are ready.” The five sparks gradually slowed and dimmed, pulsing softly in unison.
“Well done, everyone,” Optimus said, putting a warm hand on Wheeljack’s shoulder, and wasn’t it funny, Wheeljack thought, how they all couldn’t stop smiling at one another, even though Ironhide was doing his best to hide it. “Let’s bring them home.”
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