Transformers ( Bayverse ) - I Bleed Into Darkness

1 - Project Eclipse

    “ShockWave!” Megatron’s voice boomed as he stormed into the lab, the silver of his metal plating glinting in what little light was in the dimly lit enclosed space. The mech with a single red optic stood in the center,turning his attention to his lord attentively. He was nothing if not endlessly loyal. That was why he’d worked so tirelessly on this project for the former gladiator. Why he sometimes deprived himself of a well-deserved recharge to make further strides in this.

    Project Eclipse.

    Rows of large cylinders lined the room, all glowing with an ethereal light, energon suspending the bodies inside midair. The Cybertronian bodies. None were fully developed yet. Their formation was slightly accelerated due to ShockWave’s interference, but it still took time for them to a stage where they were fit for battle.

    Or reproduction.

    But the Decepticon warlord was willing to wait for them to be properly made before he was capable of using them the way he wished. He always kept an eye on them, their still forms inside the protective casings. They looked so peaceful. Had he not known better, known that they were to be used for the annihilation of the Autobots, he would have thought them to be any other young Cybertronians. But no.

    No, they were special. Unfortunately, they were also unstable, and Megatron knew this. He knew how horribly difficult it was to keep them alive and sturdy. Not just their created forms, which had been a time-consuming effort to get them shaped, but their created sparks.

    Megatron’s optics flicked around the energon-filled tubes again, able to spy the soft amber glow that resounded from each one’s spark chamber, which was, for the most part, unprotected. They didn’t have armor and needed none in their metal and clear casings. Especially when those sparks were such an issue for the development itself.

    If they weren’t careful, those sparks would cause the developing Cybertronians within to become less of Decepticon weapons, assassins, even, if it came to that point, and more of animalistic beings fueled only by their own desire for rage and lust for energon. That was the problem with created, catalytic, sparks. While it was incredibly convenient while creating a Cybertronian in the midst of war, it was difficult, if not nearly impossible to create one that wouldn’t go haywire. Currently, the tubes were full. They would see how long it would last once they began releasing and testing the young Cybertronian mechs and femmes.

    “Have you been inserting the proper CNA into them?” Megatron asked, seeming significantly calmer now that he was actually here, surrounded by the creations, any one of which would be his potential mate or greatest weapon.

    “Only five so far, My Lord,” ShockWave replied. Five. Five out of dozens of warriors. Of weapons that, if they passed the tests, would be irreplaceable. “I would have progressed but their bodies have been reacting adversely so I have paused in the CNA process for now.”

    The CNA they were inserting was to edit what little, choppy CNA already existed. This would edit their entirety, even their sparks. They’d used as little coding as they could before to get the catalytic Cybertronians’ sparks online. They were adding in pieces as necessary, a self-deactivating CNA holding the existing chunks together. As new CNA was added, it would disintegrate the temporary parts and take it’s place. So far, it had been unsuccessful. The ones ShockWave had experimented it on had gone feral, clawed at the tube they were trapped in, and offlined after about thirty seconds.

    The sparks were too unstable to accept new information. He’d hoped it had been a freak occurrence, but five sparklings in a row couldn’t be coincidence, so he’d paused in his work, hoping that allowing them to develop further would stabilize their sparks, even slightly. He needed them to. If they all ended this way, every klik of research, every iota of data would be absolutely worthless. Worse than worthless. Because it would be wasted time on something that wound up being good for absolutely nothing. At the same time, he only had so much time before the fragile CNA that was temporarily holding them together would lose it’s binding properties and fall apart. And then they would perish.