[Fic] Transformers MTMTE
Well, this happened XD Dedicated to vivid_ambrosia because SPARKEATER BABIES. They're cute.
Set some time during More Than Meets The Eye #4 and #5, Gen, PG.
At least, Rodimus thought, the face Ultra Magnus was going to make when confronted with this would have make it all worth the trouble.
“They don't look that scary,” he said. “I mean, bar the fangs, and the claws, and look, I think they have claws and fangs also on the tips of their tentacles, don't they?”
One of the creatures currently housed in a metal box on the floor turned its head towards him, opened its little, though abundantly equipped with sharp teeth, mouth, and let out a short bark. Its two siblings wiggled their tentacles, reaching up with their hands and trying to climb on the box's walls. Six Autobots were gathered around the box in Rodimus's office, their expressions ranging from definitely concerned to embarrassingly mesmerized.
Chromedome reached down and gingerly touched a tentacle that immediately wrapped around his finger. He pulled up the diminutive Sparkeater, much to Rewind and his camera's delight. “Lucky of us Red Alert mentioned hearing those noises coming from under the engines room floor, uh?” The mnemosurgeon's tone was resigned.
“Indeed!” Rung had been fretting over the Sparkeater's offspring since he, Red Alert and Trailbreaker had found the nest of wires, metal shreds and solidified slime the creature had built in a crack under its prison. He didn't look like someone who not so long ago had almost watched his own spark ripped out of his chest, to feed the hatchlings' parent. “We have no idea how long they were going to survive on their own. They look pretty energetic,” he poked one hatchling, smiling as the little creature tried to grab his hand, “but I believe they'll need some kind of nourishment soon...”
“Speaking of this, what are we going to feed them with?” Rewind asked. He noticed the blank stares he was getting from both Chromedome and Trailbreaker. “Oh, come on... we're this far from giving them a name, it's obvious we're going to keep them. But that doesn't mean I'm up for some spark donating...” His visor turned pensive. “Even if I could offer some name suggestions...”
Every optic in the room turned to Rodimus. The Lost Light captain picked up the bigger sparkeater baby and held it in front of himself. The little thing's face was a small carbon copy of its parent's. Its features were a tad softer, and its young body wasn't yet the gangly mess of exposed wires and gears the adult Sparkeater had been, but everything in its shape reminded of the deadly creature.
The hatchling made grabby hands towards Rodimus's chest, and after a little hesitation the Autobot held it closer. They already assessed the hatchlings didn't have the strenght to pull someone's spark out of their throat, even if Rung tended to cough a lot when he was close to them. The creature cuddled against Rodimus's chestplate, apparently happy enough to just feel the spark's proximity and warmth, for the moment.
Aww, damn.
“Well, they are defenceless babies. We just can't dispose of them, throw them out of the ship, or something, that's not our way... we'll have to find another solution.” Rodimus glanced at the almost empty cavity that was the little sparkeater's stomach. “Of course they must be kept under strict surveillance, and if they demonstrate to be a danger...”
“Oh, I'm sure we can raise them not to be!” Rung said with enthusiasm. He was holding a hatchling into his arms too, now. “They are Cybertronians just like us, albeit an older, differently evolved kind. I believe they might adapt to a different way of surviving...”
“A different diet too?” asked Chromedome.
“I have a temporary answer to that” Perceptor, who had stayed silent until that moment, stepped forward. “We have to work the Sparkeater body out of the quantum engine.”
“Are you saying...” Trailbreaker was speechless. Perceptor made a minimal shrug.
“The Sparkeater's stomach is a containment chamber where sparks deteriorate at a slower rate. The fusion with the engine has not destroyed it, otherwise the unstable sparks would have exploded, which means we can retrieve it and its contents if we made a sub-jump along the...” As Perceptor went on, monotone, Rodimus lost focus on what he was saying. It was nice to occasionally have the old, logorroic scientist back, but his explanations made no more sense now than then. “...and since the hatchlings would require less nourishment than the adult form, I believe we can sustain them with those sparks until we develop an acceptable substitute.” Perceptor concluded and returned the others' disgusted looks with an impassive one.
Rodimus was the quickest to recover. “Very well, just make sure Brainstorm doesn't try to feed them something that will turn them into mass destruction weapons... more than they already are, I mean. Just to play safe, you should research a device that will damp down their magnetic pull on sparks.” Perceptor's expression told he had already started working on that at least three hours ago. “Rung, I'll arrange for a room where they can be contained next to your quarters, and for surveillance.” The psychologist nodded, beaming at the opportunity to study and interact with the creatures.
“You should ask Sunstreaker for tips about dealing with wild monsters, swarms, and stuff” Rewind remarked cheerfully. “So, how are we going to name them? We need something threatening...”
Chromedome shook his head. “I wonder what will Ratchet and Drift say of all this, once they're back from Delphi...” He glanced down at the hatchling left in the box, who was trying to catch its own tentacles with its mouth.
“I bet they will be all right with it,” Rodimus said with confidence. He looked at the hatchling cuddled into his arms. It had powered down its optics, and started emitting a low, content vibration. Rodimus chuckled. “What about we go meet uncle Magnus, little one?”
Set some time during More Than Meets The Eye #4 and #5, Gen, PG.
At least, Rodimus thought, the face Ultra Magnus was going to make when confronted with this would have make it all worth the trouble.
“They don't look that scary,” he said. “I mean, bar the fangs, and the claws, and look, I think they have claws and fangs also on the tips of their tentacles, don't they?”
One of the creatures currently housed in a metal box on the floor turned its head towards him, opened its little, though abundantly equipped with sharp teeth, mouth, and let out a short bark. Its two siblings wiggled their tentacles, reaching up with their hands and trying to climb on the box's walls. Six Autobots were gathered around the box in Rodimus's office, their expressions ranging from definitely concerned to embarrassingly mesmerized.
Chromedome reached down and gingerly touched a tentacle that immediately wrapped around his finger. He pulled up the diminutive Sparkeater, much to Rewind and his camera's delight. “Lucky of us Red Alert mentioned hearing those noises coming from under the engines room floor, uh?” The mnemosurgeon's tone was resigned.
“Indeed!” Rung had been fretting over the Sparkeater's offspring since he, Red Alert and Trailbreaker had found the nest of wires, metal shreds and solidified slime the creature had built in a crack under its prison. He didn't look like someone who not so long ago had almost watched his own spark ripped out of his chest, to feed the hatchlings' parent. “We have no idea how long they were going to survive on their own. They look pretty energetic,” he poked one hatchling, smiling as the little creature tried to grab his hand, “but I believe they'll need some kind of nourishment soon...”
“Speaking of this, what are we going to feed them with?” Rewind asked. He noticed the blank stares he was getting from both Chromedome and Trailbreaker. “Oh, come on... we're this far from giving them a name, it's obvious we're going to keep them. But that doesn't mean I'm up for some spark donating...” His visor turned pensive. “Even if I could offer some name suggestions...”
Every optic in the room turned to Rodimus. The Lost Light captain picked up the bigger sparkeater baby and held it in front of himself. The little thing's face was a small carbon copy of its parent's. Its features were a tad softer, and its young body wasn't yet the gangly mess of exposed wires and gears the adult Sparkeater had been, but everything in its shape reminded of the deadly creature.
The hatchling made grabby hands towards Rodimus's chest, and after a little hesitation the Autobot held it closer. They already assessed the hatchlings didn't have the strenght to pull someone's spark out of their throat, even if Rung tended to cough a lot when he was close to them. The creature cuddled against Rodimus's chestplate, apparently happy enough to just feel the spark's proximity and warmth, for the moment.
Aww, damn.
“Well, they are defenceless babies. We just can't dispose of them, throw them out of the ship, or something, that's not our way... we'll have to find another solution.” Rodimus glanced at the almost empty cavity that was the little sparkeater's stomach. “Of course they must be kept under strict surveillance, and if they demonstrate to be a danger...”
“Oh, I'm sure we can raise them not to be!” Rung said with enthusiasm. He was holding a hatchling into his arms too, now. “They are Cybertronians just like us, albeit an older, differently evolved kind. I believe they might adapt to a different way of surviving...”
“A different diet too?” asked Chromedome.
“I have a temporary answer to that” Perceptor, who had stayed silent until that moment, stepped forward. “We have to work the Sparkeater body out of the quantum engine.”
“Are you saying...” Trailbreaker was speechless. Perceptor made a minimal shrug.
“The Sparkeater's stomach is a containment chamber where sparks deteriorate at a slower rate. The fusion with the engine has not destroyed it, otherwise the unstable sparks would have exploded, which means we can retrieve it and its contents if we made a sub-jump along the...” As Perceptor went on, monotone, Rodimus lost focus on what he was saying. It was nice to occasionally have the old, logorroic scientist back, but his explanations made no more sense now than then. “...and since the hatchlings would require less nourishment than the adult form, I believe we can sustain them with those sparks until we develop an acceptable substitute.” Perceptor concluded and returned the others' disgusted looks with an impassive one.
Rodimus was the quickest to recover. “Very well, just make sure Brainstorm doesn't try to feed them something that will turn them into mass destruction weapons... more than they already are, I mean. Just to play safe, you should research a device that will damp down their magnetic pull on sparks.” Perceptor's expression told he had already started working on that at least three hours ago. “Rung, I'll arrange for a room where they can be contained next to your quarters, and for surveillance.” The psychologist nodded, beaming at the opportunity to study and interact with the creatures.
“You should ask Sunstreaker for tips about dealing with wild monsters, swarms, and stuff” Rewind remarked cheerfully. “So, how are we going to name them? We need something threatening...”
Chromedome shook his head. “I wonder what will Ratchet and Drift say of all this, once they're back from Delphi...” He glanced down at the hatchling left in the box, who was trying to catch its own tentacles with its mouth.
“I bet they will be all right with it,” Rodimus said with confidence. He looked at the hatchling cuddled into his arms. It had powered down its optics, and started emitting a low, content vibration. Rodimus chuckled. “What about we go meet uncle Magnus, little one?”