Primary Analysis - Initial Sample
Title: Primary Analysis - Initial Sample
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: The Primes
Rating: PG
Summary: The results of the initial test should direct all further actions. The Primes decide.
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Primary Analysis is a short Glances sidepath following the Dynasty Primes, their history, and their journey since they left Cybertron. Mostly ignores the Defiance comics, even though I steal a few elements. This is my attempt to fill in the space between when the Primes left Cybertron in the really ancient past, but were on Earth only 25K years ago (not really that long by Cybertronian standards, maybe a few generations).
In summary, this is Jetfire's story.
o o o
"The Allspark has spoken again."
Six others who had taken his name, a dozen of Those Who Sought, two dozen of Those Who Served. The leaders of their people, great and small. All his children, sparked of his spark, formed of his alloys. He, who was First. They, who were FirstForged.
They, who met his words with troubled opticals and sideways glances. There was a hushed whisper among the Seekers, 'newsparks'. "Yes, New-Sparks." The whisperers looked briefly chagrined, spark-children chastised by an elder. "The Allspark has a request for the New-Sparks. And for us."
More whispers, quickly dying out. The New-Sparks worried the FirstForged. Sparked from the Allspark, they were irregular, terrible, beautiful children who's presence whispered of both ill and awe in the future of their race.
"Without our help, Cybertron will die."
Sharp exclamations, harsh denials. He rode out the wave of their emotions patiently, waiting for them to be ready to hear again. "Cybertron cannot sustain us for ever. There is not enough energon. If we do not refuel, we shall perish."
Expectant stares, quivering hope balanced on a blade's edge. "Cybertron grows stagnant. Every child is a copy of his progenitor, and there is no change. Life is change. The New-Sparks bring life."
The abrupt change confused some. Those he called his brothers understood. "Cybertron now belongs to the New-Sparks. It is we who will go forth to provide for our brethren."
Harsher protests, anger and despair, and yet still that fragile hope, dancing in the wind. "We, who can survive between the stars. We, who can open the Bridges. We, who can reach into a star and draw forth energon. We shall go."
Not a solid unity among his brothers. One despaired at leaving the Allspark behind. Another was angered at seeming to abandon their world. But all agreed. All stepped forward. With them came Seekers, and a few others, sadness in their opticals and hope in their sparks.
"Not all FirstForged shall go. The New-Sparked shall require guides."
Rekindled hope, for some. Renewed unease for others.
"And we shall leave you with a Gift, so that you may remember us."
Glances towards the Allspark in it's eternal rotation, towards the Matrix, always near at hand. His gift would be both and neither, and his brothers would leave similar legacies.
"The Allspark has spoken."
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: The Primes
Rating: PG
Summary: The results of the initial test should direct all further actions. The Primes decide.
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Primary Analysis is a short Glances sidepath following the Dynasty Primes, their history, and their journey since they left Cybertron. Mostly ignores the Defiance comics, even though I steal a few elements. This is my attempt to fill in the space between when the Primes left Cybertron in the really ancient past, but were on Earth only 25K years ago (not really that long by Cybertronian standards, maybe a few generations).
In summary, this is Jetfire's story.
o o o
"The Allspark has spoken again."
Six others who had taken his name, a dozen of Those Who Sought, two dozen of Those Who Served. The leaders of their people, great and small. All his children, sparked of his spark, formed of his alloys. He, who was First. They, who were FirstForged.
They, who met his words with troubled opticals and sideways glances. There was a hushed whisper among the Seekers, 'newsparks'. "Yes, New-Sparks." The whisperers looked briefly chagrined, spark-children chastised by an elder. "The Allspark has a request for the New-Sparks. And for us."
More whispers, quickly dying out. The New-Sparks worried the FirstForged. Sparked from the Allspark, they were irregular, terrible, beautiful children who's presence whispered of both ill and awe in the future of their race.
"Without our help, Cybertron will die."
Sharp exclamations, harsh denials. He rode out the wave of their emotions patiently, waiting for them to be ready to hear again. "Cybertron cannot sustain us for ever. There is not enough energon. If we do not refuel, we shall perish."
Expectant stares, quivering hope balanced on a blade's edge. "Cybertron grows stagnant. Every child is a copy of his progenitor, and there is no change. Life is change. The New-Sparks bring life."
The abrupt change confused some. Those he called his brothers understood. "Cybertron now belongs to the New-Sparks. It is we who will go forth to provide for our brethren."
Harsher protests, anger and despair, and yet still that fragile hope, dancing in the wind. "We, who can survive between the stars. We, who can open the Bridges. We, who can reach into a star and draw forth energon. We shall go."
Not a solid unity among his brothers. One despaired at leaving the Allspark behind. Another was angered at seeming to abandon their world. But all agreed. All stepped forward. With them came Seekers, and a few others, sadness in their opticals and hope in their sparks.
"Not all FirstForged shall go. The New-Sparked shall require guides."
Rekindled hope, for some. Renewed unease for others.
"And we shall leave you with a Gift, so that you may remember us."
Glances towards the Allspark in it's eternal rotation, towards the Matrix, always near at hand. His gift would be both and neither, and his brothers would leave similar legacies.
"The Allspark has spoken."