The Allspark is lost, save for a single sliver extracted from Megatron's spark chamber.
A war which raged for eons had finally ended, but for how long?
No one expected a long-forgotten power to be unleashed the very day a relic of life was destroye...
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"Vector Sigma is supposed to be on Cybertron." Starscream argued, knowing well the lore of his planet. "Locked away in some place unknown, revealed only by the Key to Vector Sigma!"
"I had that very same notion," Optimus Prime nodded, a digit on his chin thoughtfully, "but Vector Sigma explained rather simply that it wasn't completely the case."
"The device is sentient," Lennox started his list, "it provides your guys' personalities and is older than all of you combined?"
The group of humans on the platform stared at Marissa, who frowned at the attention, hiding the bracelet beneath her unbruised hand. She wasn't fond of the attention, considering Optimus had explained earlier that the ancient sentience had taken an interest in her.
She was the first life form Vector Sigma had come in contact with in a long time, and her personality, not from said entity, was most fascinating. It likely would have taken interest in anybody, but Marissa was the first to notice it, and even converse with it.
"And has the ability to manipulate sparks," Ratchet hummed, earning the shaking of Optimus Prime's helm.
"No, not quite." Their leader hummed. "While only for a short time, Vector Sigma was willing to answer a few questions, one of these being why it manipulated Starscream and Barricade's sparks to do its bidding."
"And?" Blurr urged for the mech to continue.
"There was no change to either of their sparks, nor yours."
The news struck the two Decepticons like a cold, wet towel to the face. Barricade's original disbelief morphed to denial as he barked something about never having cared about anyone before, much less a puny lifeform such as a human. Starscream, on the other hand, was strangely quiet as his gaze slowly lowered to glare at Marissa. The woman only stared back with an apologetic expression. Why she'd dawn such a look, Starscream had little idea. His stare broke once Optimus won back order after Ratchet had to separate Barricade and Ironhide.
"Vector Sigma is part of the creation of our sparks," the Prime noted, "therefore it knows us, our secrets, past selves and even our wants. Coming in contact with Marissa in any normal circumstance would not have resulted in a bond as strong as you three have already, however, the presence of Vector Sigma allowed for your sparks to ease. That familiarity that crafted your very personality introduced you to another life much like our own, and encouraged the part of you that loves life and individuality to introduce yourselves in your own ways."
"I did make a few stunts I normally wouldn't with a squishable lifeform in my subspace." Blurr noted. "Sorry for that, kiddo."
Marissa only shrugged.
"You were excited, I can understand."
"That doesn't explain Barricade." Starscream noted sourly, mostly in hopes that his reason for being so susceptible would be ignored. "Not once in his lifetime has he ever experienced a care for lower lifeforms. He was never even a peace keeper on Cybertron, just a student in one of the academies."
