Moonshine (Transformers oc)

Chapter 13: The Vision of the Primes

The base was quiet as Moonshine lay in his swing crib, gently rocking back and forth. His optics dimmed, and a soft hum filled his spark as he drifted into recharge. The gentle motion usually lulled him into a state of contentment, but tonight, something felt different. A warm, pulsing energy radiated within his spark, a sensation unlike any he'd felt before. It was calling to him, pulling him into a deeper state of awareness.

His optics dimmed completely, and he slipped into a trance-like state, a dream that felt as real as the metal beneath his frame. He was no longer in the nursery; he was somewhere else, somewhere ancient and vast, filled with an energy that both soothed and awed him.

In the vision, Moonshine found himself surrounded by towering, ethereal figures, each radiating a glow of immense power. He recognized them instantly, though he couldn't explain how. These were the Primes—the legendary beings who had shaped Cybertron, who held the wisdom of eons. Their forms were shimmering, almost transparent, yet each one's presence was powerful and undeniable.

At the center of them all was one figure in particular, towering and radiant, a figure whose very spark seemed to hum in time with Moonshine's own. The figure turned to him, and though no words were spoken, Moonshine felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity, as though he were gazing upon a part of himself he hadn't yet known.

This was Prima, the first Prime. Moonshine felt it deep in his spark, a resonance that pulsed in time with the ancient being's energy. He reached out with his tiny servos, and the Prime extended a hand in return, their energies connecting in a swirl of light that filled Moonshine's core with warmth and understanding.

"Moonshine," the voice echoed within him, not spoken but felt. "You are the bridge. The legacy of the Primes rests within you."

The scene shifted, and Moonshine saw flashes of Cybertron's past—the construction of great cities, the rise of the Autobots, and the devastation of ancient wars. He saw the planet thriving under the guidance of the Primes, its people united and strong. And then, he saw darkness—the fall of their world, the splitting of factions, the scars left upon Cybertron's surface. Each scene pulsed through his spark, filling him with a sense of purpose that he couldn't yet name but felt as a quiet calling.

As the vision continued, he sensed the presence of the other Primes around him, each one watching, guiding. They conveyed to him fragments of their knowledge, a silent language that only his spark seemed to understand. He felt them sharing their hopes, their struggles, and the burden they had carried for countless ages. And he understood, with a clarity beyond words, that this was now his to carry forward.

At that moment, Prima's hand rested gently on Moonshine's spark, and a surge of energy filled him, a warmth that seemed to connect every part of his being. Prima's voice echoed within him once more, a sound that was both ancient and reassuring. "You are the spark of a new age, Moonshine. Carry our legacy, and may your path guide Cybertron to its future."

Moonshine's optics flickered as he felt himself returning to consciousness. The vision began to fade, the figures of the Primes dissolving into light, leaving only a lingering sense of peace and purpose within him. He could feel Prima's presence fading, but his words remained, etched deeply into his spark.

Moonshine's optics blinked open, adjusting to the soft light of the nursery. His spark felt warm and full, as though it were glowing from within. He looked around, still processing the depth of the vision he had just experienced. Though he couldn't explain it, he knew that something important had just occurred—that he had been touched by Cybertron's history in a way that went beyond memory. He had connected with the Primes themselves.

As he looked up, he saw Optimus, Ratchet, and Bumblebee entering the nursery. They must have sensed the surge of energy his spark had given off during the vision, their optics filled with concern and curiosity. Optimus approached him first, his gaze gentle as he observed the young seeker's calm expression.

"Moonshine," Optimus said softly, kneeling down beside the crib, "we felt a presence from your spark, something powerful. Did... did something happen?"

Moonshine looked up at Optimus, his optics bright with the memory of the vision. He didn't yet have the words, but he chirped softly, his wings twitching as he tried to convey what he'd seen. His spark still hummed with the energy of Prima's touch, a silent confirmation that what he'd experienced was real.

Ratchet scanned him, picking up traces of ancient energy signatures around his spark. His optics widened as he realized what he was seeing. "Optimus... his spark resonates with the energy of the Primes. It's as though he connected directly to them."

Optimus's expression grew thoughtful, and he placed a hand gently on Moonshine's small frame. "You felt them, didn't you?" he asked softly, his tone reverent. "The Primes... they spoke to you."

Moonshine cooed in response, his optics soft as he recalled the vision. He lifted one small servo, as if reaching out for the remnants of Prima's presence, still lingering faintly within him. Though he couldn't yet express the full meaning of the vision, he felt the weight of it settle into his spark, a purpose that had been passed down to him through the ages.

Bumblebee, watching from beside Ratchet, gave Moonshine an encouraging smile. "You're special, little guy. Not just to us, but to all of Cybertron. You carry the history of our world in your spark, and we'll be with you every step of the way."

Optimus nodded, his optics filled with both pride and respect. "Moonshine, you have a connection to the Primes that none of us can fully understand. But know that you are not alone. We are here to guide you, to protect you, and to help you find the path that lies before you."

The little seeker chirped in response, resting his tiny servo on Optimus's hand, a gesture of trust and acceptance. Though he was young, he understood that this journey was no longer his alone. He had a family here, protectors and friends who would stand by him as he grew into the legacy that had been entrusted to him.

As they left the nursery, Optimus looked back at Moonshine, his optics filled with hope. "The future of Cybertron lies with you, Moonshine," he murmured softly, almost to himself. "And we are ready to follow wherever you lead."

Moonshine settled back into his crib, his spark still humming with the echoes of the Primes. Though he didn't yet know how his path would unfold, he felt a quiet strength within him, a purpose that would grow with time. His vision had shown him the history of his kind, the legacy of the Primes. And now, he was ready to carry it forward.

This chapter explores Moonshine's first true connection with the Primes, revealing his role as a bridge between Cybertron's past and future. The Autobots realize the importance of his journey and commit to supporting him as he grows into his purpose. Let me know if you'd like any additional details or changes!