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Chapter 1: Revival
Energon. It is a most unusual substance. Up until recently its existence was a complete unknown to all forms of life on the planet Earth but, after the Allspark Wars, a few select people on the planet knew of its existence. However, with the Allspark destroyed, they slept soundly in their beds, secure in the knowledge that, with no more available energon, and with the Decepticon threat neutralised, the Allspark wars could never be repeated. But, had these few known the true properties of energon. They might have more reason to be concerned. For energon is, to put it mildly, sentient. Not in the sense that it knows where it is or what it is doing. But, it has an almost magnetic attraction to where it needs to be.
The main purpose of energon is give life to a Transformer. So, that is what raw energon always strives to do. If there is insufficient energon to create a new spark, then energon will seek out an old spark and attempt reanimation. If there are no old sparks, then the energon will root itself in any stable bedrock, and await discovery and a purpose.
Transformers are being of energon. Thus, it is relatively simple for a Transformer to sense the presence of another. Over time, the war has made it a necessity for this trait to be cloaked to prevent detection. But even so, Transformers still give off a faint aura of energon particles. Their sparks constantly divide and grow like cells in an organism, so excess energon must be removed less the spark overload, and this process goes on all the time.
3000 years ago, Megatron, leader of the Decepticon forces crash landed in the Arctic Circle. Before he could free himself, he froze. But, he remained alive, his spark, and central processors remained active, and excess energon was removed. It leaked into the surrounding atmosphere, and over three thousand years, the slow build up of energon created an energy reading large enough to attract both the Allspark and the Transformers in nearby space. But, as soon as they landed, the Autobots and Decepticons began their war over the Allspark, none of them even bothering to investigate the quantity of energon on the planet.
ARCTIC CIRCLE – PRESENT DAY
The sun hadn't set for three months. Constant light bathed the endless expanses of snow and ice. A young polar bear cub sat on his haunches, watching a hole in the ice. This must be a seal hole, and soon he would be able to catch his first meal by himself. His mother was over the ridge to the east trying to hunt seals herself. The young male was almost at the age where he would leave his mother for good. But he had no concept of that realization. Right here, right now, only the small hole in the ice held any interest for him.
Then, a noise. Very faint, almost on the edge of hearing, far outside the hearing range of any human. The young polar bear tilted his head. Was it a seal, colliding with the underside of the ice, trying to locate the hole? In preparation, the young male stood up slowly, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the hole. In truth, standing up was probably what saved the cub's life as with an almighty crack, a jagged split formed in the ice behind him. With a startled yelp, the bear ran across the gap before it widened too much, and, never looking back, ran over the ridge to the protection of his mother as the fissure widened to let the whole section of ice fall into the sea where, almost too slowly to perceive, it began to melt.
LAURENTIAN ABYSS – 7 MONTHS LATER
Pulled by underwater currents, and with no means of propulsion, the mass of water that had once been the ice flow now made up part of the 7 miles of water above the Laurentian Abyss. Suspended in the water, invisible to the naked eye, were hundreds of thousands of tiny particles. This amount of energon had taken over a hundred years to accumulate in the ice. But now, it was free, and sensed a Transformer. Slowly, as if pulled by invisible ropes, the particles rotated, and began to move downwards.
7 miles down, there is no light, there is no sound. There is only pressure. As per the instructions of US secretary of defence John Keller, the only sign that several alien robots were laying on the bottom of the ocean was a pile of rocks, dislodged by massive explosives. But, this barrier proved no obstacle for the energon particles, they were far smaller than even the tiniest gap between the rocks, and so, they manoeuvred their way between the stones, until they reached their goal. Under the rock formation, sheltered in a natural cavern, the prone figures of five robots could be sensed. Pieces of shrapnel and broken limbs were strewn all around. Even laying here, exposed to the pressure and erosion for two years, the robots could have been discarded yesterday, such was their ability to withstand the elements. All five belonged to the faction of Transformers known as the Decepticons, a faction who, if allowed, would destroy the Earth and conquer the universe. It is possible that, had the energon particles possessed a higher knowledge and a sense of morality concerning right and wrong. They would have simply been content to drift in the ocean, leaving the Decepticons to the fate they so obviously deserved. But, energon possesses no such scruples, and the multitude of particles went to work.
However, the sparks of Transformers are extraordinarily complex, to resurrect even one of these gigantic monstrosities would require over ten times the amount of particles available. But, the efforts of the energon would not go to waste, for among the five, there was one small enough and simple enough to make use of their life giving abilities.
Darkness. So dark. Why can't I see? Where am I? Running internal diagnostic. Broken. Everything's broken. No weapons. No sensors. Not even any damn eyes. Initiate optic sensor repair. Estimated time until completion: ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, Frenzy's eye filters flickered on. Where once there was only blackness, there was now a dim blue light. Instinctively, Frenzy reached out his arms to pull himself up. Then he realised he had hit a snag. He didn't have any arms. No wonder he didn't have any weapons or movement capabilities. He was a head! Sighing internally, Frenzy waited for more of his systems that were contained within his head to come back online.
It was his short range scanner that came back online next. Slowly, trying to reserve as much processing speed for repairs as possible, Frenzy scanned the immediate area. He was underwater, that much was obvious. There was limited oxygen content, and he had to be pretty deep underwater because his internal barometer was off the scale. So, getting to the surface and getting help was going to be a problem. Not one that had to be tackled right away, but a problem nevertheless.
As time went on, Frenzy's scanners increased in range and he increased his radius. He caught shapes that definitely were not indigenous to the planet. With enough power stored in his backup generator in his head, Frenzy's jaws extended outwards, becoming legs that supported his head. Skittering along, Frenzy crept up to the nearest shape and proceeded to scan. It didn't take long to confirm Frenzy's suspicions that it was Cybertronian in origin. Further scanning revealed it to be the Decepticon Bonecrusher. Frenzy grumbled. Like all Decepticons, Frenzy possessed little concern for the welfare of any Transformer other than himself. Still, he turned and scanned the other figures. Decepticon Devastator, Decepticon Blackout and, Frenzy gave an involuntary scream when the results of his final scan came through.
Lord Megatron. The Decepticon leader was missing a leg, and further probing revealed that his spark had been overloaded, but still, Frenzy had no way to assist his Lord, so he continued to scan, looking for an exit from the rocky cavern. His scans didn't pick up an exit, but they did pick up something even more interesting. His body.
On spindly crab-legs, Frenzy scurried over to where his body lay. Despite the fact that it was currently missing a head, it appeared to be in very good shape. His razor disc launcher was out of ammo, but other than that it was easily serviceable.
Frenzy had been in many campaigns of conquest under the banner of both Megatron and Starscream since his creation, and one of the things that inspired, not terror, but severe unpleasantness in the Decepticon troops was the sometimes necessary action of reattaching a lost limb. Transforming into an alternate form was cinch. You merely scanned the alternate form, and voila, your internal programs did the rest. But, were he to try that here, his entire head would transform into a body with no head. So, Frenzy willed the severed cables from the base of his head to extend, and using his motor drives, manoeuvred them into position. The cables of head and body met in a sudden shower of sparks which were immediately extinguished by the water. The sensation was not dissimilar to flipping the right way up very quickly after standing on your head for a long time. All of the energy that had previously been confined to Frenzy head flooded out to fill the rest of his body. Simultaneously, the massive flow on energon ignited his spark. Frenzy's body was lifted several inches off the floor, even under all the pressure. Feeling returned in a whirlwind of information. With the resurrection of his spark, all of Frenzy's systems came back online and started to feedback information into his central processor. Overwhelmed with the sheer volume of data, Frenzy gave a digitised shriek and shut down.
He had no idea how long it was when he began functioning again. After such a prolonged period of inactivity, Frenzy's internal clock was messed up. Yet, there was plus side. He had guns, he had ammo. Frenzy's period of being shut down had allowed his internal systems to reboot and repair themselves. His spindly three-fingered hand transformed into a chain gun and he looked around for the nearest rock formation that could be blasted without caused a landslide that would destroy them all. As he spotted a likely boulder and levelled his sights, Frenzy was reminded of an old saying that had probably originated on a planet long since brought under the rule of the Decepticons but nonetheless rang true at the moment.
"If fate does not provide you with a door. Go ahead and make one."
The boulder exploded silently, pieces of debris burst outwards as, slowly, fighting against the pressure, Frenzy walked out of the rockslide. Inside the cavern, he had been sheltered from the majority of the pressure, but now, the pressure was stifling. Built of Cybertronian alloy, Frenzy was in no danger of being crushed, but it was going make his job harder. Grimacing at the prospect of the journey ahead, Frenzy braced his legs, diverted all excess power to his limbs, and began to swim upwards.
A head broke the surface silently and looked around, sensors sweeping. After so long submerged, the light took some time getting used to. But the pain of the light was nothing compared to the discomfort of the feeling that one is incomplete.
It had taken a lot of time, patience and endless scanning, but the hunt was nearing the end. Scorponok tilted his head slightly, trying to pinpoint the prize. Those humans really were stupid. If they were half as clever as they thought they were, they would have taken his tail overseas, to one of their secure buildings in their defended headquarters. Instead, they had left it here, inside a research outpost in the middle of the desert. They really were stupid. Scorponok may not have possessed the superior firepower of his commander Blackout, but he had more than enough to level this facility and take back what was rightfully his. The humans had been foolish enough to try and destroy him, and, deep within the animalistic mind of Scorponok, he thought it was only fair to return the favour in kind. Eyes flashing, sensors on full, Scorponok burrowed beneath the sand once more.
Involuntarily, Frenzy took a breath as his head broke the surface. He had no need to breathe, but the action was purely reflex. Now that he had reached the surface, all of the Earth's satellites were well within his range. Using his personalised code, Frenzy sent a distress call across the globe. Any Decepticon within the Earth's atmosphere would receive the signal and hopefully, respond.
Half a mile below the surface of the Qatar desert, Scorponok received the signal. He paused a moment, contemplating this new message. Then with a dismissive thought, he deleted it. It was not from Blackout, nor was it a direct order from Lord Megatron and it most certainly did not pertain to his tail, so therefore, it was beneath his notice. Scorponok didn't give the message a second thought as he resumed his vigil.
On the very reaches of Earth's atmosphere, Starscream intercepted the message. Still searching for the Decepticon ship, which had since moved around in erratic autopilot, Starscream had decided to lower his altitude to see if he could hack the military network discretely. After all, the insects had been fortunate enough to destroy Megatron, they may have also recovered the ship from orbit. He paid it more attention than Scorponok did, but only slightly. Frenzy was no combat drone. He couldn't fly up here to challenge Starscream, and like all the other foolish Decepticons, he was unable to see further than his blind loyalty to the outdated Megatron. Let Frenzy try and contact the others, it wouldn't interfere with the bigger picture anyway.
Only one Decepticon acted on the signal. In the parking lot of the Tranquility police station, one panda car quietly reversed out of its parking spot, turned, and drove off towards the shore. Later, an officer would comment on the empty space and the reference files would be checked. However, all of the cars that were owned by the TCPD would be present and accounted for. After that, no one would think anything of it.