From Dusk 'til Dawn
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Credits for the conception methods of Cybertronian 'babies' go to
vejiraziel
Title: From Dusk 'til Dawn
Part: 1/?
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: Angst and nasty things happen to Skywarp...
Characters: Skywarp, Hook, Starscream, mentions of Thundercracker and Megatron.
Summary: When Megatron realizes how useful Skywarp's teleporting ability is, he orders Hook and Starscream to study it, experiment with it... no matter how excruciatingly painful the tests are for Skywarp.
The day Megatron had looked at him thoughfully for the first time, right after he managed to catch an Autobot off guard and beat the slag out of him in one of those showdown that took place between the two warring factions, he hadn’t thought much of that.
He should have been worried, really, when the attention of his leader began to focus more and more on him...or rather, on his warping ability. It had never struck him as something truly valuable for others. Then again, he willingly admitted he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box.
If he had never given any second thought to his gift, Megatron had thought otherwise, and he had begun to make plan.
Nonetheless, he remained unaware of everything; until one day, he had found Hook and Starscream at his door, telling him to follow them for a special project Megatron had in mind.
The idea had seemed good back then; see if there was a way to copy or make a better use of his teleportation power, so they could use it in battle against the Autobots and finally win the war. Easy, right?
He had though as much. In a way, he had even been proud. It hadn’t lasted long. After a while, he had finally seen the truth about the situation.
Far from a pleasant or valuable experience, it had been the beginning of a nightmare.
At first, tests were relatively harmless, painless. He chatted quietly with his fellows Decepticons, trying to help Hook and Starscream as much as he could, giving them pointers to work on. Amazing, really, since the two mechs thought themselves to be above everyone else.
With his advices, they even made some discoveries.
They had created a few devices and, to an extent, they worked...
But nothing could be done at this point to copy the teleportation successfully. Every try on drones sent by Shockwave were plagued by spectacular failures. Teleportation was a wonderful thing...when you were still alive at the end of the transfer.
He had almost been sick when he saw the remains of one of the test subjects, and it hadn’t been too hard to imagine himself instead of the drone...
Vivid imagination was a curse, sometimes.
With time and successive failures came frustration for some of the parties involved, mostly Megatron, who wanted results at any cost. Even if it mean offlining him for good. The others had listened, and then nothing was held back anymore.
In hindsight, he supposed it could have been worse.
Shifting slowy on his berth, trying not to hurt himself even more than he was already, which he though would be hard anyway, Skywarp let his optics focus on the ceiling. He could feel some of his circuits buzzing quietly in the silence, and somewhere deep in his chassis, he could feel some of them sparking.
At some point earlier in his life, he would have been worried, but nowadays, he didn’t care. Or he simply hoped that would take him off-line for good. Doomed for doomed, he preferred if it was here rather than on the operating table, listening to the technobabble of the resident mad scientists.
... Perhaps he listened too much to Dead End. Then again, his situation wasn’t exactly the most pleasant. He could think of Autobots prisonners who had been better off in their ‘tender’ care than himself.
He twitched his wings slightly. Bad idea.
Bitting his lips, he managed to hold back a cry.
His left wing was totally numb. The other was sending waves of pain throughout the rest of his body at the smallest movement. So much for trying to get away from the two resident torturers and their merry squad... Starscream could shoot, when he wanted to.
That fragger had nailed him pretty well, and not with the null rays.
Slaggit, it hurts, even after several joors!
Not that he would be telling that to anyone, had one of his fellow Decepticons happened to pass by his quarters and inquire about his health. Not that anyone outside of Thundercracker would have cared to do so, and he was on an energon raid at one of the fleshies’ plants somewhere in Autobot-monitored territory and wouldn’t be back for a while.
No, he would keep quiet.
Telling someone he was hurting would mean another trip to the Medbay, and another moment in Hook and his fellows Constructicons presence; and as they weren’t mechs to miss an opportunity, they would perform yet another battery of tests, all more painfuls than the last ones.
The little sadists...
And there was also the probability that Starscream would be there, and that was almost too much to bear.
Somewhere along the way, he had learned to fear the other Seeker in a way that still puzzled him. Starscream wasn’t overly cruel in what he did to him. On the contrary, he tried his best to accomodate him sometimes, with varying degrees of success.
Strapping him down on a berth was a minus point.
But the light in his optics when he tried something new... The way he shrieked in fury when an attempt went badly, which was too often for anyone’s tastes... The way he kept finding new ways to experiment on him and his Spark... It was downright chilling.
The red and white Seeker seemed driven by success alone, and he didn’t care about his well-being in the end.
Not really.
Skywarp was almost certain he only tried to keep him alive and well because, despite his puerile antics, he was a decent wingmate and the Air Commander wouldn’t have the patience to train or deal with someone else in their Trine.
He tried very hard not to growl.
Yeah, he was somewhat scared of Starscream now, but he hated him more than anything.
But it didn’t solve his problems. He was still trapped in the base, never allowed to put a foot out of the areas his presence was authorised, never allowed to be part of the battles against the Autobots...
He could just hope they finally found a way to use their basic knowledge of his working, or that they realized their project was a total failure and let him go.
He hadn’t left the base since the beginning of the tests, and that was five orns ago. He just wanted to feel the wind again, babble on the comm link with Thundercracker, stretch his wings like he wanted to...
He missed the sky so badly...
A familiar sound broke him out of his musings. The lock of the door. Truly, if he wasn’t a Decepticon, one could have though he was a prisonner. But somewhere, the lines had blurred, and he knew it.
He wasn’t really surprise to see the resident surgeon and his red wing mate. Those two were together far too often for his comfort.
With some difficulty, Skywarp managed to lift himself into a sitting position. Starscream and his companion hadn’t moved from the door. He chewed on his lip. Not good...It could only mean one thing...
“What are you going to do, now? Not more tests on my insides?”
“No.”
Skywarp didn’t move. Surely, Hook hadn’t said...
“No?”
It was Starscream who answered.
“The solution isn’t in the mechanisms, even if they help somehow, but in your Spark. No matter how much we work to perfect the devices we created, there will be serious injuries or death at the end. There will always be glitches which will endanger any users. As we explained to Megatron, it’s just not possible.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. They finally decided it wasn’t worth it?
“So...it’s finished? You can’t do anything?”
He sounded so pathetic...So hopeful, too... But deep down, he knew it couldn’t be so easy. He expected a trick, anytime now.
He was right, because Starscream began to smile. And it wasn’t a nice smile. The sympathic tone he spoke with was definitively faked.
“I’m afraid that’s not, Skywarp. We have a last card to play. See, since there is no way to duplicate your teleportation ability with a mechanism that can be used without risks, has Megatron given us the authorisation to perform another experiment. A more...invasive one, I’m afraid.”
“What...what are you saying?”
He was sputtering. Oh, Primus, what did they want this time? Starscream was only too happy to give some details.
“Although we cannot give our present soldiers your power, we could always give them to some new ones.”
Skywarp stared at him. Surely, he wouldn’t...
Hook smirked and then the black and purple Seeker knew he was in trouble.
“Don’t worry, it will be mostly painless. Taking a few portions of your spark won’t endanger you. The lab is ready, and as we want to try different methods and combinaisons, we have several donors ready to give a part of their sparks. We just need your...cooperation.”
The way he said the last word gave away the fact they could do without.
Yes. They really wanted to...
Cybertronians didn’t reproduce the same way the squishies did.
Where a male and a female were necessary for the organics, Cybertronians just needed some spark energy and appropriate material, namely a CR chamber in which the future sparkling would grow until he was ready to be transfered to a protoform.
Usually, two units gave up a small part of their sparks, which were somewhat forcefully merged by the medics to form a new spark that would grow slowly, until a protoform was made avaible.
Sometimes, a single creator could try to obtain a sparkling the same way, but he had to give a greater part of his spark so the sparkling would be viable. Even then, the two methods had a high risk of failure.
His own creator had tried at least six times to have a sparkling. He had been the only one to survive the first stages.
His torturers didn’t seem to care.
They wanted him to give part of his spark. They wanted him to be a creator...
But he didn’t want to! He wasn’t ready for an offspring of any sort! He just... They couldn’t make him... surely, they wouldn’t...
Hook and Starscream began to approach him.
Skywarp tried very badly to hold back his scream, and finally found he couldn’t stay silent any longer.
tf_bunny_farm
Credits for the conception methods of Cybertronian 'babies' go to
vejiraziel
Title: From Dusk 'til Dawn
Part: 1/?
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: Angst and nasty things happen to Skywarp...
Characters: Skywarp, Hook, Starscream, mentions of Thundercracker and Megatron.
Summary: When Megatron realizes how useful Skywarp's teleporting ability is, he orders Hook and Starscream to study it, experiment with it... no matter how excruciatingly painful the tests are for Skywarp.
The day Megatron had looked at him thoughfully for the first time, right after he managed to catch an Autobot off guard and beat the slag out of him in one of those showdown that took place between the two warring factions, he hadn’t thought much of that.
He should have been worried, really, when the attention of his leader began to focus more and more on him...or rather, on his warping ability. It had never struck him as something truly valuable for others. Then again, he willingly admitted he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box.
If he had never given any second thought to his gift, Megatron had thought otherwise, and he had begun to make plan.
Nonetheless, he remained unaware of everything; until one day, he had found Hook and Starscream at his door, telling him to follow them for a special project Megatron had in mind.
The idea had seemed good back then; see if there was a way to copy or make a better use of his teleportation power, so they could use it in battle against the Autobots and finally win the war. Easy, right?
He had though as much. In a way, he had even been proud. It hadn’t lasted long. After a while, he had finally seen the truth about the situation.
Far from a pleasant or valuable experience, it had been the beginning of a nightmare.
At first, tests were relatively harmless, painless. He chatted quietly with his fellows Decepticons, trying to help Hook and Starscream as much as he could, giving them pointers to work on. Amazing, really, since the two mechs thought themselves to be above everyone else.
With his advices, they even made some discoveries.
They had created a few devices and, to an extent, they worked...
But nothing could be done at this point to copy the teleportation successfully. Every try on drones sent by Shockwave were plagued by spectacular failures. Teleportation was a wonderful thing...when you were still alive at the end of the transfer.
He had almost been sick when he saw the remains of one of the test subjects, and it hadn’t been too hard to imagine himself instead of the drone...
Vivid imagination was a curse, sometimes.
With time and successive failures came frustration for some of the parties involved, mostly Megatron, who wanted results at any cost. Even if it mean offlining him for good. The others had listened, and then nothing was held back anymore.
In hindsight, he supposed it could have been worse.
Shifting slowy on his berth, trying not to hurt himself even more than he was already, which he though would be hard anyway, Skywarp let his optics focus on the ceiling. He could feel some of his circuits buzzing quietly in the silence, and somewhere deep in his chassis, he could feel some of them sparking.
At some point earlier in his life, he would have been worried, but nowadays, he didn’t care. Or he simply hoped that would take him off-line for good. Doomed for doomed, he preferred if it was here rather than on the operating table, listening to the technobabble of the resident mad scientists.
... Perhaps he listened too much to Dead End. Then again, his situation wasn’t exactly the most pleasant. He could think of Autobots prisonners who had been better off in their ‘tender’ care than himself.
He twitched his wings slightly. Bad idea.
Bitting his lips, he managed to hold back a cry.
His left wing was totally numb. The other was sending waves of pain throughout the rest of his body at the smallest movement. So much for trying to get away from the two resident torturers and their merry squad... Starscream could shoot, when he wanted to.
That fragger had nailed him pretty well, and not with the null rays.
Slaggit, it hurts, even after several joors!
Not that he would be telling that to anyone, had one of his fellow Decepticons happened to pass by his quarters and inquire about his health. Not that anyone outside of Thundercracker would have cared to do so, and he was on an energon raid at one of the fleshies’ plants somewhere in Autobot-monitored territory and wouldn’t be back for a while.
No, he would keep quiet.
Telling someone he was hurting would mean another trip to the Medbay, and another moment in Hook and his fellows Constructicons presence; and as they weren’t mechs to miss an opportunity, they would perform yet another battery of tests, all more painfuls than the last ones.
The little sadists...
And there was also the probability that Starscream would be there, and that was almost too much to bear.
Somewhere along the way, he had learned to fear the other Seeker in a way that still puzzled him. Starscream wasn’t overly cruel in what he did to him. On the contrary, he tried his best to accomodate him sometimes, with varying degrees of success.
Strapping him down on a berth was a minus point.
But the light in his optics when he tried something new... The way he shrieked in fury when an attempt went badly, which was too often for anyone’s tastes... The way he kept finding new ways to experiment on him and his Spark... It was downright chilling.
The red and white Seeker seemed driven by success alone, and he didn’t care about his well-being in the end.
Not really.
Skywarp was almost certain he only tried to keep him alive and well because, despite his puerile antics, he was a decent wingmate and the Air Commander wouldn’t have the patience to train or deal with someone else in their Trine.
He tried very hard not to growl.
Yeah, he was somewhat scared of Starscream now, but he hated him more than anything.
But it didn’t solve his problems. He was still trapped in the base, never allowed to put a foot out of the areas his presence was authorised, never allowed to be part of the battles against the Autobots...
He could just hope they finally found a way to use their basic knowledge of his working, or that they realized their project was a total failure and let him go.
He hadn’t left the base since the beginning of the tests, and that was five orns ago. He just wanted to feel the wind again, babble on the comm link with Thundercracker, stretch his wings like he wanted to...
He missed the sky so badly...
A familiar sound broke him out of his musings. The lock of the door. Truly, if he wasn’t a Decepticon, one could have though he was a prisonner. But somewhere, the lines had blurred, and he knew it.
He wasn’t really surprise to see the resident surgeon and his red wing mate. Those two were together far too often for his comfort.
With some difficulty, Skywarp managed to lift himself into a sitting position. Starscream and his companion hadn’t moved from the door. He chewed on his lip. Not good...It could only mean one thing...
“What are you going to do, now? Not more tests on my insides?”
“No.”
Skywarp didn’t move. Surely, Hook hadn’t said...
“No?”
It was Starscream who answered.
“The solution isn’t in the mechanisms, even if they help somehow, but in your Spark. No matter how much we work to perfect the devices we created, there will be serious injuries or death at the end. There will always be glitches which will endanger any users. As we explained to Megatron, it’s just not possible.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. They finally decided it wasn’t worth it?
“So...it’s finished? You can’t do anything?”
He sounded so pathetic...So hopeful, too... But deep down, he knew it couldn’t be so easy. He expected a trick, anytime now.
He was right, because Starscream began to smile. And it wasn’t a nice smile. The sympathic tone he spoke with was definitively faked.
“I’m afraid that’s not, Skywarp. We have a last card to play. See, since there is no way to duplicate your teleportation ability with a mechanism that can be used without risks, has Megatron given us the authorisation to perform another experiment. A more...invasive one, I’m afraid.”
“What...what are you saying?”
He was sputtering. Oh, Primus, what did they want this time? Starscream was only too happy to give some details.
“Although we cannot give our present soldiers your power, we could always give them to some new ones.”
Skywarp stared at him. Surely, he wouldn’t...
Hook smirked and then the black and purple Seeker knew he was in trouble.
“Don’t worry, it will be mostly painless. Taking a few portions of your spark won’t endanger you. The lab is ready, and as we want to try different methods and combinaisons, we have several donors ready to give a part of their sparks. We just need your...cooperation.”
The way he said the last word gave away the fact they could do without.
Yes. They really wanted to...
Cybertronians didn’t reproduce the same way the squishies did.
Where a male and a female were necessary for the organics, Cybertronians just needed some spark energy and appropriate material, namely a CR chamber in which the future sparkling would grow until he was ready to be transfered to a protoform.
Usually, two units gave up a small part of their sparks, which were somewhat forcefully merged by the medics to form a new spark that would grow slowly, until a protoform was made avaible.
Sometimes, a single creator could try to obtain a sparkling the same way, but he had to give a greater part of his spark so the sparkling would be viable. Even then, the two methods had a high risk of failure.
His own creator had tried at least six times to have a sparkling. He had been the only one to survive the first stages.
His torturers didn’t seem to care.
They wanted him to give part of his spark. They wanted him to be a creator...
But he didn’t want to! He wasn’t ready for an offspring of any sort! He just... They couldn’t make him... surely, they wouldn’t...
Hook and Starscream began to approach him.
Skywarp tried very badly to hold back his scream, and finally found he couldn’t stay silent any longer.