First time Author
He was unique and he knew it. No that was not his ego talking, actually he didn’t have an ego, it hadn’t been included in his programming. It surprised him that no one had begun to wonder about him yet, after all his make was rather rare even though it was inconspicuous and no other bot had the same mental capacity as he did, he had even managed to over whelm Soundwave when the telepath had tried to penetrate his mind. Soundwave’s main computer had short-circuited due to the massive amount of sensory input being processed by him. Unfortunately this had caused suspicions to form among the Decepticons.
The only thing worrying him about the fact that they had become suspicious was that it meant that it was only a matter of time before the Autobots caught on. If that happened he would have to consult his Creator before taking action.
It was thanks to his battle computer and logic processors, which had been custom created by his Creator, that they had been able to keep him a secret for this long. The story was that he had been found by Ratchet, who had been patrolling the area, and had then been taken to the Autobot Headquarters where he joined them and helped in the war against the Decepticons. After being recruited he shown apt skills in tactics and warfare and had thus quickly climbed the Autobots ranks to second in command, where his duty was to plan and oversee all excursions, missions, battles and general happenings of the troops. Well, that was the official story, the one everyone except for him and his Creator knew.
The truth was that he had been constructed after the conflicts had started, but before the war broke out. And he had been made for one reason only, to function perfectly in battle and to help the Autobots defeat the Decepticons. Most bots would have found his existence to be a terrible one since he would cease to have a value once the war was over, actually there was a high probability that he would stop functioning. Like his Creator, most would have found this knowledge disturbing, and would proceed to spend countless nights pondering the facts of life and their own existence. But he was not like most bots. No, these facts did not bother him the slightest, because quite frankly the necessary emotions had not been included in his programming. After all what kind of commander ad tactician would he be if such things as sentimentality got in his way?
From the time he was created and all through his sparkling and youngling-hood he had known no other bots but his Creator and even though he had been self-sustaining from the moment he had gotten his spark, his Creator still needed to meet him to up grade his parts and programming. During this time he had learned about the different Autobots, he had studied them all the way down to the last most “insignificant” detail, to optimize his calculations and analysis’s. His Creators explanation of where he had disappeared to, when he had gone to upgrade him, had been vague at best but seeing as his Creators trips ceased soon after he, officially, had joined the Autobots there was no need to. The rumor the he had been secretly meting with a now deceased femme had helped.
Shortly after he had joined the Autobots social conduct and emotions had gotten him into trouble. One of the newer recruits had approached him and confessed that her “spark existed only to be joined with his”. Since he had not been programmed with any knowledge about how to handle a situation like that, after all he had been created and programmed for warfare only, he had simply looked at her, turned around and walked away, leaving her with a broken spark and a big group of Autobots. He had then proceeded to treat her as if nothing had happened. This had earned him a reputation of being a coldhearted glitch that only loved his numbers, and a severe talking to from his Creator whom tried, and failed, to explain to him how he was supposed to handle such a situation in the future. He did not understand the reasoning and had thus continued to use his own solution, which had alienated him even further from his fellow Autobots and his continuously increasing ranks had not helped either.
And then, Jazz arrived.
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I really hope you like it and flames can burn in hell :D As I mentiond earlier, there might be more to come but I make no promises.
Crossposted at prowlxjazz
//Povlyn
The only thing worrying him about the fact that they had become suspicious was that it meant that it was only a matter of time before the Autobots caught on. If that happened he would have to consult his Creator before taking action.
It was thanks to his battle computer and logic processors, which had been custom created by his Creator, that they had been able to keep him a secret for this long. The story was that he had been found by Ratchet, who had been patrolling the area, and had then been taken to the Autobot Headquarters where he joined them and helped in the war against the Decepticons. After being recruited he shown apt skills in tactics and warfare and had thus quickly climbed the Autobots ranks to second in command, where his duty was to plan and oversee all excursions, missions, battles and general happenings of the troops. Well, that was the official story, the one everyone except for him and his Creator knew.
The truth was that he had been constructed after the conflicts had started, but before the war broke out. And he had been made for one reason only, to function perfectly in battle and to help the Autobots defeat the Decepticons. Most bots would have found his existence to be a terrible one since he would cease to have a value once the war was over, actually there was a high probability that he would stop functioning. Like his Creator, most would have found this knowledge disturbing, and would proceed to spend countless nights pondering the facts of life and their own existence. But he was not like most bots. No, these facts did not bother him the slightest, because quite frankly the necessary emotions had not been included in his programming. After all what kind of commander ad tactician would he be if such things as sentimentality got in his way?
From the time he was created and all through his sparkling and youngling-hood he had known no other bots but his Creator and even though he had been self-sustaining from the moment he had gotten his spark, his Creator still needed to meet him to up grade his parts and programming. During this time he had learned about the different Autobots, he had studied them all the way down to the last most “insignificant” detail, to optimize his calculations and analysis’s. His Creators explanation of where he had disappeared to, when he had gone to upgrade him, had been vague at best but seeing as his Creators trips ceased soon after he, officially, had joined the Autobots there was no need to. The rumor the he had been secretly meting with a now deceased femme had helped.
Shortly after he had joined the Autobots social conduct and emotions had gotten him into trouble. One of the newer recruits had approached him and confessed that her “spark existed only to be joined with his”. Since he had not been programmed with any knowledge about how to handle a situation like that, after all he had been created and programmed for warfare only, he had simply looked at her, turned around and walked away, leaving her with a broken spark and a big group of Autobots. He had then proceeded to treat her as if nothing had happened. This had earned him a reputation of being a coldhearted glitch that only loved his numbers, and a severe talking to from his Creator whom tried, and failed, to explain to him how he was supposed to handle such a situation in the future. He did not understand the reasoning and had thus continued to use his own solution, which had alienated him even further from his fellow Autobots and his continuously increasing ranks had not helped either.
And then, Jazz arrived.
~*~*~*~
I really hope you like it and flames can burn in hell :D As I mentiond earlier, there might be more to come but I make no promises.
Crossposted at prowlxjazz
//Povlyn