And the Sun will set for you...
Title: Rise and Fall
Rating: M to be on the safe side.
Summary: Interconnected drabbles about Nova's rise and eventual fall to the Darkness.
Notes: Feedback is loved. See if you can spot a certain gender-confused character 8D.
Is the Darkness 'speaking'.
I.
"It's time."
"Of course." He pushed past the senator and the attendant with ease, faceplates carefully blank. As he pushed past, he motioned for another mech to foolwo him. This one was sort, almost with a hunched-back appearance, and a yellow faceplate, and he followed with no hesitation, And the to-be-Prime didn't even look back, not once as he made his way into the inner sanctum, the other following ever loyally.
"Do you think that it's wise to let Primon's successor be this... one?"
"The council may not like it, but there is no denying that he alone is the one the Matrix has chosen. It is unwise to disobey it. And the Ancients as well have said that he is to be Prime. The council shall not disobey them.”
"I see.." the attendant still had a worried look on his faceplates. "But... Is he not a little.. Short?'
"Hn. Come, we have work to do before the new Prime emerges."
The attendant nodded and made to follow his master, though the pink bot looked back, unease in his optics. Change was in the air, and he didn't like it, at all. There was too much foreboding around the pair, almost a living darkness, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Never the matter. He followed after his employer.
He had to be wrong.
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II.
"How does it feel, Prime?"
"Spare me the rhetoric, Galvatron." The new Prime looked coldly at the lower class mech, who to his credit, did not flinch back. "Did you find what I asked for?"
"No."
"Did you even look in the files and chambers that I asked?" Blue optics narrowed.
"Indeed. There is nothing but gibberish."
Nova resisted the urge to deck the purple mech, reminding himself that he needed him. Galvatron, though incompetent, though everyone was compared to Jhiaxus, was needed. "The gibberish is the Source."
Galvatron's optics widened. "Truly?"
"Indeed. I have heard Alpha Trion speak it only a few times. I know not how to read, but I do understand." Not much, but he understood. And he only knew it was the Source as he'd over heard Trion talking with one of the Council about it. "Take the first two data files to Jhiaxus. He will know what to do."
"Of course, Nova Prime."
Nova turned away from Galvatron as he left, looking up at the sky. If he was right, the datafiles would contain information that could be used.
He certainly hoped so.
---
III.
"Nova."
"Hmm?" He looked up from the datafile on eugenics that he was reading, and nodded for Jhiaxus to continue.
"The files were much destroyed, but from what I have gathered, there is something about CNA. I would like to ... Look into this, if you shall permit it."
Nova smiled behind his mask, cool optics lighting up. "Truly? But is the CNA not impermeable? Is it not set in the very metal, in our very sparks?"
"Yes.. But there may yet be a way that I can tap into that, and find out what makes it so unchanged. Find out why, though the data file spoke briefly of it, no gender variation."
"Do it, my friend. But do it carefully. If word were to pass..."
"I know." Jhiaxus nodded, a cold smile on his faceplates as Nova dismissed him with a flick of his hand, the Prime's attention turning back to the datafile.
----
IV.
"Destroy it. the CNA is irreparable. There are more subjects." Nova looked down at the pink mech... Femme.. That was strapped to the table. Unconscious, or so Jhiaxus had assured him. The data that they had gained was impressive, but sadly.. The subject was now broken. Useless. Insane.
"Of course."
"See that that you do, then find me. I have another task that will satisfy you, my friend." He left without a backwards glance. He was confident that Jhiaxus would dispose of the thing properly.
He had no reason to doubt otherwise.
----
V.
It is magnificent, he thought as blue optics looked up at the ship - the Ark.
It was to be the first of it's kind - the first of many Arks. It was this vessel though that he and a select crew, hand picked by the Prime himself, would use to push out to the nearest inhabited star system to Trade and Explore. To conquer in the name of the Cybertron Empire. A utopia, with him at its head, and Cybertron the ideal to strive for.
But, before that could be come a reality, he still has a populace to finish swaying. Omega Supreme had not simply let him talk, but had questioned him, the Prime, and while he did all he could prove that Nova's intentions were not as peaceful as they seemed.... He had no proof. Nothing. And so Nova's ideas of simply exploring the universe and trading with others were accepted. As far as he knew, no one suspected, other than Omega, that he had other uses in mind for the Ark.
And only few knew those plans.
"I thought that I might find you here, Prime."
He didn't have to turn to know that it was Jhiaxus, his most trusted adviser and ther. "What brings you here?"
"Aside from looking at the first of many that will achieve your goal?"
Nova chuckled humorously. "Indeed, aside from that."
"The Council has chosen it's successor candidates should we not return from this, Prime."
"I see." Was it truly wise to leave the Matrix here? Yes, in the end it was, simply if not for the fact that if he died, there would be none to take up the mantel of Prime and continue his dreams. "Are any of Ours amongst them?"
"Yes. Let us hope that it will not come to passing it on. I fear that The Council might exclude them if it comes to that."
"I do not plan on dieing on this mission, Jhiaxus. For now, It is a simple scouting to gather information, and appease the masses. In time.."
He looked up, optics glinting as he reached up, as if cupping the stars. "The universe will be ours, and molded into our image as it should be. I can feel it's call. The longing that it has to be molded to my will."
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VI.
It's so cold here... Won't you let me/us in?
He couldn't deny it It was cold - extremely.
Was he last one online? He couldn't tell.. Couldn't see anything but inky darkness. What-- His crew --
Galavtron had betrayed him.
He sought us out, wanted us. He was not strong enough. Please. You are.. We can make you warm again, make you whole. Just let us in... The voices were seductive, so much so.
He couldn't fight it. It was warm.. They sounded so warm, so inviting.
He opened himself up, chassis plates sliding apart, revealing his spark.
Something touched the leftover echo of the Matrix --
SO COLD! It HURT! Pain raced his systems. and he was sure that he screamed. It wasn't the warm that he wanted, but a bitter coldness, something dark, and painful.
Somewhere, something laughed -- Someone shrieked in away that ruined vocal cords.
More laughter, dark, sinister, foreboding.
Naive. Ours.
The world went white with pain.
----
He stirred, and pushed himself up, only getting half way before collapsing, optics wide as tremors raced his systems. Systems that hurt, that felt so abused.
But he felt whole. Whole, and it spoke to him, whispering of a greatness yet to come, of a world that would one day be his - of a universe. He purred as he surveyed the ruins of the Ark. His domain, for now.
When had that happened -- It didn't matter.
He didn't turn when he heard sound.. He knew -- they told him -- that it was Jhiaxus. His loyal and trustworthy companion. The only one really worth anything.
"Nova?"
A star shining brightly and intensely before winkling out... No. That did not suit him any more. ... The star turning to retributive justice, the Nemesis of that which stood in its way.
"No.” The star had given way to who he really was.
“Then who?”
“Nemesis Prime.”
Rating: M to be on the safe side.
Summary: Interconnected drabbles about Nova's rise and eventual fall to the Darkness.
Notes: Feedback is loved. See if you can spot a certain gender-confused character 8D.
Is the Darkness 'speaking'.
I.
"It's time."
"Of course." He pushed past the senator and the attendant with ease, faceplates carefully blank. As he pushed past, he motioned for another mech to foolwo him. This one was sort, almost with a hunched-back appearance, and a yellow faceplate, and he followed with no hesitation, And the to-be-Prime didn't even look back, not once as he made his way into the inner sanctum, the other following ever loyally.
"Do you think that it's wise to let Primon's successor be this... one?"
"The council may not like it, but there is no denying that he alone is the one the Matrix has chosen. It is unwise to disobey it. And the Ancients as well have said that he is to be Prime. The council shall not disobey them.”
"I see.." the attendant still had a worried look on his faceplates. "But... Is he not a little.. Short?'
"Hn. Come, we have work to do before the new Prime emerges."
The attendant nodded and made to follow his master, though the pink bot looked back, unease in his optics. Change was in the air, and he didn't like it, at all. There was too much foreboding around the pair, almost a living darkness, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Never the matter. He followed after his employer.
He had to be wrong.
-------
II.
"How does it feel, Prime?"
"Spare me the rhetoric, Galvatron." The new Prime looked coldly at the lower class mech, who to his credit, did not flinch back. "Did you find what I asked for?"
"No."
"Did you even look in the files and chambers that I asked?" Blue optics narrowed.
"Indeed. There is nothing but gibberish."
Nova resisted the urge to deck the purple mech, reminding himself that he needed him. Galvatron, though incompetent, though everyone was compared to Jhiaxus, was needed. "The gibberish is the Source."
Galvatron's optics widened. "Truly?"
"Indeed. I have heard Alpha Trion speak it only a few times. I know not how to read, but I do understand." Not much, but he understood. And he only knew it was the Source as he'd over heard Trion talking with one of the Council about it. "Take the first two data files to Jhiaxus. He will know what to do."
"Of course, Nova Prime."
Nova turned away from Galvatron as he left, looking up at the sky. If he was right, the datafiles would contain information that could be used.
He certainly hoped so.
---
III.
"Nova."
"Hmm?" He looked up from the datafile on eugenics that he was reading, and nodded for Jhiaxus to continue.
"The files were much destroyed, but from what I have gathered, there is something about CNA. I would like to ... Look into this, if you shall permit it."
Nova smiled behind his mask, cool optics lighting up. "Truly? But is the CNA not impermeable? Is it not set in the very metal, in our very sparks?"
"Yes.. But there may yet be a way that I can tap into that, and find out what makes it so unchanged. Find out why, though the data file spoke briefly of it, no gender variation."
"Do it, my friend. But do it carefully. If word were to pass..."
"I know." Jhiaxus nodded, a cold smile on his faceplates as Nova dismissed him with a flick of his hand, the Prime's attention turning back to the datafile.
----
IV.
"Destroy it. the CNA is irreparable. There are more subjects." Nova looked down at the pink mech... Femme.. That was strapped to the table. Unconscious, or so Jhiaxus had assured him. The data that they had gained was impressive, but sadly.. The subject was now broken. Useless. Insane.
"Of course."
"See that that you do, then find me. I have another task that will satisfy you, my friend." He left without a backwards glance. He was confident that Jhiaxus would dispose of the thing properly.
He had no reason to doubt otherwise.
----
V.
It is magnificent, he thought as blue optics looked up at the ship - the Ark.
It was to be the first of it's kind - the first of many Arks. It was this vessel though that he and a select crew, hand picked by the Prime himself, would use to push out to the nearest inhabited star system to Trade and Explore. To conquer in the name of the Cybertron Empire. A utopia, with him at its head, and Cybertron the ideal to strive for.
But, before that could be come a reality, he still has a populace to finish swaying. Omega Supreme had not simply let him talk, but had questioned him, the Prime, and while he did all he could prove that Nova's intentions were not as peaceful as they seemed.... He had no proof. Nothing. And so Nova's ideas of simply exploring the universe and trading with others were accepted. As far as he knew, no one suspected, other than Omega, that he had other uses in mind for the Ark.
And only few knew those plans.
"I thought that I might find you here, Prime."
He didn't have to turn to know that it was Jhiaxus, his most trusted adviser and ther. "What brings you here?"
"Aside from looking at the first of many that will achieve your goal?"
Nova chuckled humorously. "Indeed, aside from that."
"The Council has chosen it's successor candidates should we not return from this, Prime."
"I see." Was it truly wise to leave the Matrix here? Yes, in the end it was, simply if not for the fact that if he died, there would be none to take up the mantel of Prime and continue his dreams. "Are any of Ours amongst them?"
"Yes. Let us hope that it will not come to passing it on. I fear that The Council might exclude them if it comes to that."
"I do not plan on dieing on this mission, Jhiaxus. For now, It is a simple scouting to gather information, and appease the masses. In time.."
He looked up, optics glinting as he reached up, as if cupping the stars. "The universe will be ours, and molded into our image as it should be. I can feel it's call. The longing that it has to be molded to my will."
---------
VI.
It's so cold here... Won't you let me/us in?
He couldn't deny it It was cold - extremely.
Was he last one online? He couldn't tell.. Couldn't see anything but inky darkness. What-- His crew --
Galavtron had betrayed him.
He sought us out, wanted us. He was not strong enough. Please. You are.. We can make you warm again, make you whole. Just let us in... The voices were seductive, so much so.
He couldn't fight it. It was warm.. They sounded so warm, so inviting.
He opened himself up, chassis plates sliding apart, revealing his spark.
Something touched the leftover echo of the Matrix --
SO COLD! It HURT! Pain raced his systems. and he was sure that he screamed. It wasn't the warm that he wanted, but a bitter coldness, something dark, and painful.
Somewhere, something laughed -- Someone shrieked in away that ruined vocal cords.
More laughter, dark, sinister, foreboding.
Naive. Ours.
The world went white with pain.
----
He stirred, and pushed himself up, only getting half way before collapsing, optics wide as tremors raced his systems. Systems that hurt, that felt so abused.
But he felt whole. Whole, and it spoke to him, whispering of a greatness yet to come, of a world that would one day be his - of a universe. He purred as he surveyed the ruins of the Ark. His domain, for now.
When had that happened -- It didn't matter.
He didn't turn when he heard sound.. He knew -- they told him -- that it was Jhiaxus. His loyal and trustworthy companion. The only one really worth anything.
"Nova?"
A star shining brightly and intensely before winkling out... No. That did not suit him any more. ... The star turning to retributive justice, the Nemesis of that which stood in its way.
"No.” The star had given way to who he really was.
“Then who?”
“Nemesis Prime.”