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By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: Happy THURSDAY everyone! Yup, THURSDAY! If you missed Monday's, Tuesday's or yesterday's you have to go BACK! Well, here's the next in the craziness that is my story! Please Enjoy! And apparently my updating daily is on par with Pop Tart's... Mmmm... Pop tarts... *bdq wanders off*
Chapter Fifty-Six: Informational Overload
No one spoke for a long, long, long, time after that little bombshell was dropped but there was a lot of thinking going on as everyone tried to comprehend the startling revelation. Of course, not all the mechs were thinkers. “Whoa! Hold the transmitter here a minute,” Ironhide jumped to his feet as he looked around the collected group. “Megatron knew of a war before he started one?”
Everyone looked at the weapons specialist surprised before they whirled around to look at Optimus, wondering. The large Autobot leader sighed and nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, he did…”
“Do you suppose Megatron started the war just because it was prophesied?” Perceptor wondered aloud and Bluestreak gave the microscope a long, disbelieving stare.
“Dude, who cares?” Sides turned around in his seat to speak to the scientist. “Does it really matter why it happened? It just did.”
Perceptor scowled at the Lambo, unknowingly accepting the Decepticons name for them. “I’m just saying…”
“So what? If that wasn’t the war that was prophesied, then you think there may be another one?” Sunny asked skeptically as he too turned around. “Don’t you think that’s a little far fetched considering… you know… we’re all that’s left?” Perceptor glowered again but both of the other two had already turned back around to face the front.
Sam looked around at the collection of Autobots in confusion but said nothing as he stared at Optimus. The Autobot leader looked… well the only word that Sam could come up with was stricken. He glanced up at ‘Bee who was watching the conversation between the others and obviously didn’t see Optimus’ look. ‘Cade saw it though. He made a slight nod to Sam before he finally caught the optic view of Ratchet. With the slightest of nod, the ‘Con gestured towards the large big rig who was still staring off into space. Ratchet nodded in understanding.
“Optimus?” Ratchet called out. “Is there something wrong?” Everyone quieted down as they all looked over at Optimus at Ratchets words. Most of them glanced at one another confused as they saw the rather sad look on their leaders face.
Optimus glanced around them before he let out a small sigh of defeat. “The ninth revolution before the war, Megatron started a project,” he admitted slowly. Sam glanced up at ‘Bee quickly who explained that Optimus was speaking about months in human terms; about seven weeks to the earth’s four.
“What kind of project?” Hound asked.
“I’ve never heard of any project,” Prowl added suspiciously.
“That’s because this project was never on any of the books,” Optimus told him with a small frown. “It was one of his own personal projects. I only found out about it two revolutions after he started it.”
“Started what?” Inferno asked. “What was he doing?”
Optimus was quiet for a moment before he finally answered. “He called it the ARC Project.”
“ARC?” Ironhide repeated amongst the few whispers. “What was it?”
Optimus said nothing for a long while, obviously hesitant to explain further but everyone waited with bated breath for him to continue and he finally sighed. “An intergalactic space ship,” he admitted glumly.
“WHAT?” almost everyone shouted at once.
“A ship?” Wheeljack yelped. “Why was Megatron building a ship?” A few of the other Autobots murmured in agreement, all waiting for the answer.
“I don’t know,” Optimus admitted.
“Do you suppose that he wanted to attack other planets?” Bluestreak questioned.
“NO!” Everyone whirled around surprised by Optimus’ sudden outburst. The mech sighed and shook his head. “I don’t think that’s why he was building that. Like I said, this was a few revolutions before he attacked Tyger Pax. It wasn’t even a third finished when the war began. I don’t think he even ever got it completed.”
Ratchet nodded before he glanced at the only other person in the whole room who knew Megatron better than they did. “Did you ever hear about this?” he asked Barricade.
Barricade shrugged. “I never saw it, but I did hear him mention it once; however he wasn’t really speaking to anyone. More like he was talking it over with himself. None of us had any idea what he was speaking about.” Everyone began talking at once, all wondering what this strange “ARC Project” was all about as Ratchet stood and made his way over to his friend.
Optimus was refusing to look at anyone, his thoughts lost on the past as he remembered that day he had found the ARC Project. Megatron had not been pleased when Optimus had arrived unannounced looking for him, but Optimus couldn’t help but remember how proud Megatron had seemed when he had given him a small tour of the framework that had been completed. Who knew what Megatron had really been up to in those days of peace before Tyger Pax.
“Are you alright?” Ratchet asked him, pulling Optimus out of his thoughts.
Optimus just nodded as he pushed his memories down, refusing to think about it any longer as he headed back to the podium again. “Alright!” the large mech called out. “I know it’s been a rather long day-”
“Week!” Red Alert corrected from the back.
“Hell, it’s been a long month, let alone week…” Ironhide grumbled.
“Few months,” Ratchet nodded.
“Year,” Optimus finally threw up his hands in defeat. “But I think that we’ll have plenty of time to try and figure out the how’s and why for’s of everything later. We don’t have to tackle all of this in just one day.”
“He is right you know,” Ratchet announced as he gestured to the world outside the hanger where the sun was just beginning to lower towards the horizon. “I believe we’ve had enough drama for one day.”
Optimus nodded in thanks’ to Ratchet before he moved over to Jazz and Prowl and smiled down at the lieutenant. “Well no matter. I’m so glad to have you back Jazz, no matter how it was done.”
Jazz just smiled as he stood and gave his commander a long hug, surprising most of the members of the other two teams. “Good to be home Optimus…”
Optimus smiled. “Well, I have to admit… after you had passed on I was already trying to think up ways of bringing you back.”
“You were?” Jazz asked in happy surprise. “You missed me that much?”
Optimus just laughed. “You wouldn’t believe how much you’ve been missed.”
Ratchet and Ironhide wandered over giving Optimus a rather bemused stare. “You never said anything about trying to bring Jazz back,” Ironhide said accusingly.
Optimus just shrugged as he turned and made his way to his “desk”. “Well, after Ratchet tried everything within his medical power, I thought that perhaps this might help.” Everyone watched adamantly as Optimus opened a rather small create on his desk and soon they all gasped as he pulled out the contents from within.
“Primus…” Blaster murmured as he wandered over. “Isn’t that a part of the Cube?”
Everyone was now gathered around the podium and the humans were never so grateful for the catwalks as they all tromped down to the other end to see what was going on over the Autobots shoulders. Sam turned to stare in disbelief at the Autobot behind him as he saw the large, diamond shaped chip of the All Spark in Optimus’ hand. Optimus just nodded as he held it up. “When Meg-” he paused a second before continuing, “When Megatron died, I found this still lodged in the frame work of his spark chamber. I didn’t think it would be prudent to leave the piece when Megatron was dropped into the ocean.”
“Primus,” Preceptor muttered. “Who knows just how much power is in this small piece alone?”
“If it works at all,” Wheeljack muttered, hating to be the voice of reason. “It is a rather small piece.”
The Autobots began conversing enthusiastically but all of it went unheard by two of the room’s occupants. Sam just stared at the small piece almost as if he were bewitched by it. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t look away. Sam took a few steps to the edge of the podiums, straining to get a better look through the throng of Autobots surrounding their leader. Sam didn’t even realize that he had lifted his arms, almost as if he wanted to take the small piece from Optimus. Both ‘Bee and ‘Cade noticed the boy’s odd behavior but neither one of them could figure out what it was that the boy wanted.
The only other occupant who didn’t seem all that enthralled by the small shards unveiling also saw the boy lean forward, reaching for the small cube. Jazz looked back and forth between the small human and the little piece of the All Spark before a smirk graced his features. Without notice, Jazz plucked the small shard of the Cube out of Optimus’ hands, ignoring the small cry of surprise, and wandered back over to the podium. Prowl watched as his husband made his way back to the small human and became puzzled as he held the piece of the Cube out to the boy.
“Jazz… What are you doing?” Optimus began only to then gasp in surprise along with everyone else in the room. Sam was glowing! However he wasn’t the only thing that was. The small shard in Jazz’s hands also began pulsating with light, glowing brighter as Sam neared the piece.
“Sam?” Bumblebee asked apprehensively, soon echoed by Sam’s parents and his friends but Sam didn’t hear them. He didn’t hear anything, nor did he really see anything. All his focus was on the small object in Jazz’s hand. He didn’t even notice the rather large size it was in comparison to his smaller human form as he reached for it. All he could focus on was the warmth that radiated from the small piece and all he wanted was to be engulfed in that warmth. Without thought, Sam reached forward and grabbed it.
“Back so soon?” Sam blinked in surprise as he suddenly found himself once again encased in darkness. He turned surprised to meet gold optics.
“Primus?” Sam gasped. “What-? How did I get back?” A few of the fireflies came over to investigate him but soon they floated behind him to check out the second intruder to their home.
“PAPA!” Jazz cried out teasingly as he waved his arms about madly.
Sam blinked in surprise, as there was a long, deep sigh behind him. “For the last time, Jazz- I am not your papa,” Primus muttered in annoyance.
“But technically you’re the one who created the All Spark that in turn made us,” Jazz insisted. “Though, I suppose that would make you grandpa.” There was a horrified gasp and Sam snickered.
“Can’t you just call me Primus?” Primus asked pleadingly.
Jazz pretended to think about it for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah. Okay…” he snickered. “By the way, was this place always this dark?” he asked sourly as he actually reached up and lifted up his visor in order to focus better. He “blinked” down at the small fireflies surrounding him in confusion.
Sam gasped in surprise as he finally saw Jazz’s optics for the first time and he took in their odd appearance. While the right one was perfectly normal, his left… “Jazz! Was your optic always that color?” Sam cried in surprise as he looked at one lone golden optic opposite to Jazz’s normal soft blue.
Jazz looked down at the small human in surprise. “What? What are ya talking about man?”
There was the sound of a throat being cleared and both Sam and Jazz turned back to look at the two other gold optics in the room. “Er… I’m afraid that was my fault.” Primus said a bit uncomfortably.
“What do you mean?” Sam asked as Jazz stared at the other Cybertronion.
“What are you two talking about? What’s wrong with ‘em?” he demanded as he brought up his arm and finally looked at his reflection in his arm plating. “WHAT THE SLAGGIN MATRIX?” Jazz screamed as he stared at the yellow glow reflected at him. “What the slag happened to me?”
Primus sighed and both occupants turned back around again. “I’m afraid that there was no way that Jazz could leave this place unaffected. The new optic color is proof of his time here.”
“A constant reminder, huh?” Jazz muttered as he continued looking at his reflection. He sighed. “Prowl ain’t going to like this.”
“At least it wasn’t anything major,” Sam tried to console the large mech.
There was a small chocking sound behind him before Primus spoke up. “Anyway, what are you two doing here?”
“What?” Sam looked up at the optics surprised. “I thought you brought us here.”
“I must say that I am just as surprised by your arrival as you both are. What happened?” Primus asked him.
“Optimus had a small piece of the All Spark left,” Jazz explained to him as he finally stopped examining his odd appearance.
“You’re kidding,” Primus replied after a beat of silence. “I didn’t feel any residue from the Cube since that blasted final battle.”
“Well the kid got a piece of it,” Jazz continued and Sam couldn’t help but snicker at the idea of anyone calling Optimus “kid”.
“Then that is a good thing,” Primus said as he turned back to Sam. “You can use the piece whenever you are in need of speaking to me.”
“That’s another thing!” Sam cried in surprise as he suddenly remembered. “What the heck was all that about a prophecy? Was it really me you were talking about? And what the heck am I suppose to be doing to help out? I need details!”
“Oh… er…”
“The boy has a point,” Jazz murmured as his Optics narrowed on the two floating gold globes. “Just what is going on around here? My memory of my time here seems to consist of a lot of static…”
“Oh… um… er… well look at the time! You two had better head back!”
“What? WAIT! NO!” But Sam’s cries came too late. There was a flash of light and they were gone.
The Autobots were all still straining to see through the blinding brightness that had suddenly engulfed the room and although they had an advantage over the humans, they still could hardly see anything. So when the light finally died, they all rushed to the podium, all dreading to see what had happened only to find Jazz and Sam, still standing there as if nothing had happened.
“What the slag?” Ironhide grouched as he wandered over and looked at the two. “What the matrix was that?”
“What was what?” Jazz asked him with a cheeky grin as he moved back over to Prowl who reached out and snagged the lieutenant’s arm, dragging him to his side.
“You have got to stop that,” Prowl growled. “I don’t think my emotion circuit can take any more overload.”
Jazz gave his husband a soft smile and leaned his head on his spouses shoulder. “Sorry, lover boy.”
“Sam?” ‘Bee stepped forward and scooped the boy off the podium and looked him over. He could hear Sam’s parents, or whom he assumed to be Sam’s parents, running around the whole of the cat walk so they could see Sam for themselves.
Sam, meanwhile, was just sitting there in the palm of ‘Bee’s hand, staring down at the shard of the All Spark in disbelief. “He didn’t explain anything!” he finally burst out.
‘Bee jerked back but Barricade leaned forward and looked at the boy, his red optics a lone port in the sea of blue and finally they gave Sam something to focus on. “Who didn’t explain?” Barricade asked slowly.
Sam blinked in surprise. “Primus.”
“Primus?” Ratchet repeated. “You saw him again.”
“Yeah,” Jazz confirmed with a small smirk from where he was still leaning on Prowl. “’Seems that we can use that small piece to contact him whenever we need to. Well that’s what he said anyway.”
“Any of us?” Perceptor immediately inquired as he stared down at the small shard in Sam’s arms.
Jazz just shrugged as best he could. “Don’t know.”
“Interesting,” the scientist continued to murmur as he stared down at the small piece.
“I’d say it’s a whole lot more than just ‘interesting’,” Blaster muttered as he too stared at the small, carved piece.
“So we can call Primus anytime we want to?” A resounding “NO!” instantly quelled Sideswipe’s enthusiasm and the red Lambo slouched. “Aw man.” Sunny just shook his head.
Optimus spared the twins a quick look before refocusing his attention to Sam. “Sam,” he began, gaining the boy’s attention. “I suppose that in light of the circumstances, it would be best if you kept that.”
Sam whirled around to stare at the large truck astounded. “What?” he cried out before he looked back down at the item he held in his arms.
Optimus just nodded. “Mmm. Considering that when Jazz took the piece from me,” and here Optimus glared at the rather unrepentant mech, “-nothing happened until it was you that took hold of it.”
“So you think that Sam is the only one who can use it?” Wheeljack asked him as he looked down at the small human.
“It certainly fits with what the prophecy said,” Ratchet added.
Sam couldn’t help but let out a small groan at that as he finally placed the piece over his lap. “But what am I suppose to do with it?” he asked them. Optimus just shrugged.
“You could always use it as a paperweight.” Bumblebee elbowed Barricade in the side again at that remark. “What? He could.”
“I think that for now we can set that question aside in lieu of other items of importance.” All the mechs and Sam looked up at the catwalk where Judy was smiling down at them. The humans had all been so quiet that most of them had forgotten they were even there. “Such as dinner.”
“Thank God! I’m starving!” Ron muttered as he turned and headed back towards the small stairs where Glen was already half way down, Steve and Epps right behind. Ron frowned and jogged a bit to catch up to them.
“Judy is correct,” Optimus agreed with a nod. “We can discuss this tomorrow.”
“Are you sure it’s wise to have the boy take the piece though?” Hound asked softly. “I mean- he is staying with…”
“I believe that ‘Bee will provide adequate protection,” Optimus told the scout. Both ‘Bee and ‘Cade, who overheard, gave Optimus a long look and Barricade couldn’t help but smirk.
“I’ll be sure and stay on my best behavior,” Barricade snickered. Hound glared.
‘Bee just shook his head and elbowed him once again. “Come on you,” he sighed as he snagged Barricade’s arm with his free hand and began dragging the ‘Con out the door. “Hopefully some fresh fuel will help you with that personality disorder of yours.”
Sam snickered as Barricade let out a dramatic gasp. “Do you really think that will do anything?” he asked in disbelief.
“Worth a shot,” ‘Bee replied. Barricade gasped again but anything he said afterwards was lost as the two mechs went out the door.
Jazz watched the two younger mechs depart and turned to look back at Optimus. “I missed a lot being dead, didn’t I?” he asked him.
Optimus just groaned. “You have no idea.”
Ratchet appeared at Optimus shoulder and gave it a small, comforting pat. “Are you sure it’s okay to let Sam keep the shard?” he asked him.
Optimus shrugged again. “Well if Sam’s the only one who can use it.”
“But why?” Bluestreak asked, flabbergasted by the past few days events. “Why can an alien from another planet use our All Spark?”
The First Arrivals all shrugged at the smallest gunner’s question. “Who knows,” Ironhide muttered. “But he was the one who was holding it when it was destroyed.”
“Only thing that makes sense to me,” Ratchet added.
“Should I fortify their hanger then?” Red suddenly asked, turning to Optimus. “We very well can’t let the last shard of the All Spark fall into enemy hands.”
Everyone blinked at the small security chief in surprise as Optimus brought up a hand and smacked himself in the forehead. “I knew I was forgetting something.”
The others all just stared at Optimus completely aghast.
“YOU MET PRIMUS?” Mikaela screeched as ‘Bee set Sam down in front of the mess hall doors. Sam winced at the volume the question was thrown at him as he entered the building followed by his two friends.
“You really met a god?” Miles added as he stepped to Sam’s other side. “What was he like?”
“Did he have an alt mode?” Mikaela demanded.
“Did he look like the others?” Miles added as they entered the cafeteria where the women were setting out plates and other assortments.
“What about height?” Mikaela asked doggedly, wanting to know the mechanics of the Cybertronions god.
“Was he all mysterious or scary at all?” Miles continued.
“What about color?” Mikaela grilled him.
“Is that tuna casserole?” Epps asked with a grin as he lifted the lid off the pot that Carol was carrying. “I love tuna casserole.”
“Epps, is there anything you don’t like?” Will asked him as he plopped down in the seats across from the three teenagers, two still firing rapid questions at the poor boy in the middle. “Shouldn’t you two take a breath?” he asked them.
“Will’s right dears,” Judy said as she set a bowl of salad in front of Sam. “Let him gather his thoughts before he answers you.”
Mikaela and Miles instantly went quiet at the reprimand before they were asking questions once again, thought at a more subdued pace. “Did you really meet him?” Mikaela repeated.
Sam nodded as he took some mashed potatoes. “Yeah. I did.”
“What was he like?” Keller asked from at the other end of the table.
Sam blinked, not really sure how to answer that question. “He was nice,” he finally admitted with a shrug. “Knew about Earth culture. Quoted a line from ‘Mission: Impossible’.”
“The movie or the old TV series?” Ron asked from where he was helping himself to a few steaks.
Judy elbowed her husband as she set a bowl down and finally sat down on Epps’ left. “So what did you talk about?” she asked with a smile. “Was it exciting?”
Sam quickly swallowed before he answered. “Well, we didn’t talk about much…” he admitted. “The first time we just spoke about how he doesn’t like how the Cybertronions split up. Then he was telling me that it was up to me to help the Cybertronions with their future… whatever that means…”
Judy looked at Sam sharply before pushing her chair back. “Excuse me; I’ll just go check on the rolls…” Ron gave his wife a small nod of acknowledgment as Judy quickly ducked out the door as Sam continued with his explanation on the Cybertronion afterlife.
Both Barricade and Bumblebee were confused at Judy’s appearance in the doorway of the mess hall. They both knew that the humans had only just sat down to dinner so her visit was a bit of a surprise. ‘Bee glanced at Barricade before he looked back down at the human woman who was giving both mechs a long, hard stare. “Um, was there something you needed?” ‘Bee finally asked, apprehensively.
Judy turned her stare to the yellow camaro before she once again glanced up at Barricade. With a sigh, she finally turned and headed back into the building, muttering as she went. “Well, I suppose it could be worse…” they heard her muttered. Both mechs glanced at each other, completely baffled by the woman’s strange words.
Sam barely noticed his mother’s hurried departure as he continued with his explanations. “The thing that drove me the craziest was the complete darkness.”
“Darkness?” Will asked as he passed the gravy boat down. “What do you mean?”
“I mean it was dark,” Sam said point blank. “I couldn’t see anything except for the fireflies.”
“Just how many firefies were there?” Keller asked curiously from the other end of the table.
Sam shrugged as he snatched a glass and began pouring himself some soda. “I don’t know. Hundreds, maybe thousands I suppose.”
Most of the humans froze at this and Maggie let out a low whistle as she turned back to Keller. “If those really were souls, or rather sparks…” she trailed off, letting the implications hang in the air.
“It is plausible,” Will said as Judy slipped back into her seat. “It was a planet scale war.”
“Yeah, but still…” Maggie shook her head, a thoughtful look on her face. “I agree with the other cop car… what was his name?”
“Prowl,” Sam supplied for her.
“Right,” Maggie nodded. “Why did he only send Jazz back with you?”
Sam shrugged. “Well they were rather large. It was hard enough to just carry Jazz.”
“Mutant fireflies,” Epps snickered. “Something out of an old B horror movie.”
“Yeah, it was,” Sam agreed with a frown as he dug into his salad.
“So how is it that only you could talk to him?” Keller asked.
Sam threw up his hands. “One of the many questions he wouldn’t answer,” he growled.
“But you can talk to him whenever you want right?” Maggie asked from the end of the table curiously.
Sam couldn’t help but glance down at the piece of the All Spark he had lying on the floor next to his feet. “Apparently,” Sam said cryptically as he eyed the piece. He sighed as he turned back to the other occupants at the table. “The All Spark was how the Cybertronions could talk to him in the first place… Since it was supposedly gone, Primus had to figure out another way to communicate with them and decided I was the next best thing.”
Epps let out a small snort. “Seems that blasted Cube is the beginning and the end to all the Autobots problems, isn’t it?”
“Oh you have no idea,” Judy muttered as she eyed her son over her spoon of potatoes. Epps glanced at her but Judy quickly clammed up after that small statement.
“Anyway. I’m really happy that Jazz is back,” Mikaela announced as she took another helping of beans. “We never really got to know him, did we?”
Sam shook his head as he poured a liberal amount of Ketchup on his meatloaf. “We still have to get to know the others too,” he told her as he set the red bottle down. “What with it being so hectic and all after their arrival…”
“Yeah, and then Optimus dishing out all those assignments and what not…” Mikaela agreed. “We haven’t really spoken to the others. Just Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet and ‘Bee and ‘Cade.”
“And Red Alert,” Sam added absently as he thought about it. “Well, I got to know him.”
“Yeah, you still haven’t introduced me to him,” Mikaela frowned at him. “He’s been here for what? Three? Four months?”
“Well you were kind of busy with ‘Cade,” Sam replied with a small shrug.
Mikaela paused, her fork halting in mid-air as she thought about it. “Oh yeah.”
“I don’t know about the rest of them, but that Bluestreak seemed awfully nice,” Carol said, startling everyone with her abrupt entry into the conversation.
Judy smiled as well. “One would have to have the patience of a saint to submit himself to the horrors of the grocery parking lot.”
“That’s the truth,” Sam let out a sly grin. “’Bee never liked the store parking lot.”
“Hey Judy, those rolls done yet?” Ron suddenly asked, looking at his wife expectantly.
Judy just stared at her husband with a blank look on her face before it turned to one of horror and she jumped to her feet and dashed into the kitchen. Cursing at herself that she should have checked them on her way back as she opened the over to let the small cloud of smoke emerge and frowned at the small charred lumps of what were once rolls. “Slag.”
-To be continued
Author's Note: Okay, I know it’s mostly spelled ARK with a “K” but I prefer the ARC spelling. Sorry if this bothers you! Also, I don’t own the novel of the movie or anything like that so when I was coming up with this I firmly believed that they did not come in the ARC but in their own little pods like in the actual movie. Please remember that there is always a method to my madness! Keep reading! Please! Next up-chapter Fifty Seven: Long Over Due
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