Chrysalides
Title: Chrysalides
Author: AotA
Rating: K+
Warnings: rooting for the empire here
Characters: Megatron, the Fallen
Setting: bayverse, not long after Megatron is resurrected
Summary: The Fallen would be the one who would propagate the Cybertronian race. He had the means, and that was why had had been exiled-for creating life, the realm of the Allspark alone.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
Notes: Written for Prompt #3 “Always in history, it is the pioneers who suffer for ultimate victory.” October 23, 2010, off of tf_speedwriting . I took 26 minutes.
Megatron stood beside the Fallen looking out over the hatchery. Personally, Megatron found growing chrysalides to be disturbing but he couldn’t deny the result, but even he could tell that the lack of energon was taking its toll on the forming frames.
The first few had fared better but the newer troops only formed smaller and smaller frames. The newest ones were even smaller than the glitch that had unfrozen him before idiotically killing himself.
Frenzy was not a proper mech as Megatron saw it, and neither were these things now growing in the chrysalides. And even the smaller frames were failing.
The Fallen plunged his claws into a darkened chrysalis and removed a mutated frame that obviously wouldn’t be forming any sort of life. Megatron was silent, watching in morbid fascination as the Fallen quickly dismantled the thing, greedily devouring the tiny spark that powered the frame.
The Fallen must have caught sight of his expression because he stopped his nonchalant parsing of body parts.
“Do you have a question, Apprentice?”
Megatron hesitated, enough of what that the Fallen did or said was fraught with double meaning that he was always careful of what he did or said himself. The Fallen was the quintessential Decepticon and he deserved the respect that such a title, as much as his status as a Fallen Prime, granted him.
“Yes, Master. How did you come across the knowledge that lets you create these… hatchlings?”
“Ah,” the Fallen smiled. It wasn’t an attractive smile. “It was through experiments that I conducted upon enemies that I captured that let me learn to create life from even the most base of components. However, my apprentice, you see the drawbacks of using those base elements before you.” The Fallen’s telekinesis lifted the disassembled parts of the dead hatchling into a shimmering cloud of tiny parts.
It was this experimentation that led to my brother’s betrayal, though they would with it said that it was I who betrayed them. They said that it was my attempted annihilation of sentient life by harvesting energon that we needed. No, instead they cried sacrilege of playing at being the Allspark.”
“History,” the ancient Fallen Prime sighed nostalgically. “What it would have you believe and what actually happens are entirely different. It is so cruel to the pioneers that pave the way. But now, my way will be the only way our race will live on. It will be my insights that are victorious over the shortsighted views of long dead fools.”
The Fallen raised his hands and crushed the cloud of metal into a ball and floated it into his hands.
“All we need,” he said, “is the power of a sun.”
Author: AotA
Rating: K+
Warnings: rooting for the empire here
Characters: Megatron, the Fallen
Setting: bayverse, not long after Megatron is resurrected
Summary: The Fallen would be the one who would propagate the Cybertronian race. He had the means, and that was why had had been exiled-for creating life, the realm of the Allspark alone.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
Notes: Written for Prompt #3 “Always in history, it is the pioneers who suffer for ultimate victory.” October 23, 2010, off of tf_speedwriting . I took 26 minutes.
Megatron stood beside the Fallen looking out over the hatchery. Personally, Megatron found growing chrysalides to be disturbing but he couldn’t deny the result, but even he could tell that the lack of energon was taking its toll on the forming frames.
The first few had fared better but the newer troops only formed smaller and smaller frames. The newest ones were even smaller than the glitch that had unfrozen him before idiotically killing himself.
Frenzy was not a proper mech as Megatron saw it, and neither were these things now growing in the chrysalides. And even the smaller frames were failing.
The Fallen plunged his claws into a darkened chrysalis and removed a mutated frame that obviously wouldn’t be forming any sort of life. Megatron was silent, watching in morbid fascination as the Fallen quickly dismantled the thing, greedily devouring the tiny spark that powered the frame.
The Fallen must have caught sight of his expression because he stopped his nonchalant parsing of body parts.
“Do you have a question, Apprentice?”
Megatron hesitated, enough of what that the Fallen did or said was fraught with double meaning that he was always careful of what he did or said himself. The Fallen was the quintessential Decepticon and he deserved the respect that such a title, as much as his status as a Fallen Prime, granted him.
“Yes, Master. How did you come across the knowledge that lets you create these… hatchlings?”
“Ah,” the Fallen smiled. It wasn’t an attractive smile. “It was through experiments that I conducted upon enemies that I captured that let me learn to create life from even the most base of components. However, my apprentice, you see the drawbacks of using those base elements before you.” The Fallen’s telekinesis lifted the disassembled parts of the dead hatchling into a shimmering cloud of tiny parts.
It was this experimentation that led to my brother’s betrayal, though they would with it said that it was I who betrayed them. They said that it was my attempted annihilation of sentient life by harvesting energon that we needed. No, instead they cried sacrilege of playing at being the Allspark.”
“History,” the ancient Fallen Prime sighed nostalgically. “What it would have you believe and what actually happens are entirely different. It is so cruel to the pioneers that pave the way. But now, my way will be the only way our race will live on. It will be my insights that are victorious over the shortsighted views of long dead fools.”
The Fallen raised his hands and crushed the cloud of metal into a ball and floated it into his hands.
“All we need,” he said, “is the power of a sun.”