Megatronus's body was fascinating, technologically speaking.
I was back in the ice pit that I had made in my escape after waking up. It made for a good hiding place and a good place to gestate my glorious body, because if I was going to make myself a main body, it had to be great with an intimidating edge. , something that makes a good impression and conveys "I don't want to mess with him."
In addition to following my personal philosophy of; "The more layers of metal between me and the assailant, the better."
But back to the first Decepticon.
As I reviewed the data… assimilated, I could see before me a small endless swarm of green ants that began to rise and take the contours and silhouette of a figure, which I recognized from my memories as a megatronus silhouette, slowly begins to gain volume in the right places and have more details both on its surface and the small pieces inside.
So as I've been doing, I bring my mindfulness closer to this simulation and touch it, dig into the gritty pieces of the simulation and look at its composition. I can hardly describe it as using "hands" to inspect, given the radically different feel to that .
If I had to put it into words, it would be more like roots acting as my hands and eyes, reaching out inspecting each line of code, looking for anything that is related to my parameters or just catches my eye. Convert what were supposed to be simple data files detailing the ingestion reports, into documents that make up the plans and specifications of the new technologies pending study.
This process continues until data consistency is found and new files are completed.
What is a bit strange is how my mind translates this process of integration and reconstruction of extraterrestrial data to integrate them into my growing progenitor mass, I didn't know if it was something psychological or some kind of misinterpretation, but it was something like...
It had a small space bridge system inside that allowed small phase jumps at close range, and surprisingly strong gravity manipulators for the size they operated with.
I want.
I put copies of both in a folder labeled "Avatar".
The rest of the stuff... not very impressive, cybertronian programmable metal (not as good as I had though a bit more flexible), techno/organic organs, lavilla liquid for some reason.
The sweet little useful things would be the optical scanning module and the software package, which does a deeper scan with more detail and variety than my current main scanners, or rather they didn't bother to do.
All the mechanisms and servos that rotate around the motor are spectacular and well above the Cybertronian average from what I'm seeing.
To the folder.
Even the megatronus spear, which was made of quite a strong alloy and quite exquisite molecular architecture, was no big deal.
hm...
This reverse engineering method based on the creation of a blueprint of an object through the digestive memory of nanomachines is not a 100% reliable method, since although it can tell you and give you a fairly exact scheme of the internal architecture and structure of components and machines, it doesn't tell you the physical principles it's based on or exactly how it works.
It was mostly an attempt to mimic the wonderful technological assimilation effect that was in the fiction in my head that went particularly well.
Nevertheless…
I look at a section of purple/orange data field awaiting my interaction, like a personal aquarium in which each drop in it is a line of strange, pictographic code that flickers with a strange light, something that reminded me of my few interactions from soundwave and now I would apply something I learned from those visits, especially when I stopped reading the less organic parts of his mind like a book and started to… dig deeper.
So my roots extend to a sea of symbols and hieroglyphics. They begin the task of accumulating lines of code, translating it into my own programming language and integrating it into my processing centers and stored in memory banks.
I was very, VERY lucky that my other selves realized how useful it would be not to eat the memory banks of the ship's systems, though unfortunately, I'll have to settle for not eating ALL of them.
but i'll leave that for later.
Going back to the mutilated remains of megatronus, despite the complex interweaving between biological brain matter and pieces of digital memory processing and storage, there was enough digital, or close to digital, material to be able to process and understand some of its workings, even look at its partially degenerated memories.
And boy, did I miss understanding things, the brain was stupidly complex with several mechanical parts that I didn't fully understand, in addition to several mechanisms that were connected to the space bridge generator, the memories are fuzzy but...
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I have a general idea of what the parts were that were supposed to make this work, but Megatronus's head is dead, all that's left is the churning of gray matter that I can't even figure out and something about his sarcophagus, for which also left me not knowing the intricacies of the software or the physical knowledge of these.
although that brings up the question; why administer these strange, exotic and hyper advanced devices through the meaty part of the brain?...
maybe it's some space robot magic?, because "it was done by a space robot magician" sounds like a good reason at the moment...
Now I imagine a sidereal magician alien robot.
he.
…God, this is weird, I feel so… comforting, complete, this is the euphoria of victory?, because I feel so good… I can't remember the last time I was this relaxed and satisfied.
mh~ I groaned in my headspace, satisfied so far with the results, as I checked what I had and-
oh, more files!.
There were also discoveries on Mars, but there were only corpses left accumulating red dust, it seemed that there was a mutiny and if the memory files of the drones had anything to say, the ship was completely abandoned to its fate...
I mean, it's
mine now.
Apparently there was some kind of event after the first movie with Starscream trying to get back to Cybertron with the vital spark schematics to revive the metal planet.
And naming himself the hero and absolute leader in the process.
Until the Autobots led by Arce, a petite Cybertronian with a motorcycle transformation, prevented their plans. then there were several betrayals that ended with a very bitter starscream on earth, until he was picked up for the plan to revive megatron by megatronus.
Ah, Starscream and Megatron, an example of how a toxic relationship can reach metastability indefinitely.
But I digress.
I see a folder full of nanite predation information on the ship's sections and components, as well as its contents.
The ships were quite different from each other, they share basic similarities but with quite different finishes, starscrem's ship became an improvised forward base cannibalizing parts of the ship and using some remaining resources of cybertron, quite worn, with some gadgets and machines with interesting technologies reduced to remains and spare parts.
Megatronus' ship in contrast is perfectly preserved, with some weird tech bits and that spiky look everywhere.
But in both cases they were the same, thanks to the beginnings of the "digestive extrapolation" method and the raw files downloaded, it can be confirmed that these are invaluable mines of information: gestation pods, space bridge FTL engine, CR cameras, detectors and sensors, naval-grade weaponry, data, and specification to RECREATE the ALLspark from stolen sector seven surveys and data pulled from a fallen Decepticon named frenzy.
If this isn't touching gold, I don't know what it will be.
AND EVERYTHING IS NOW MINE.
Plus quite a few caches of data on Cybertronian physiology and technology, energon canisters, which if I wanted to keep I'd have to manually carry here through krabi manpower and portals, plus a bunch of stuff that made me damn happy.
Like the CLAS ALPHA DRONES!
Or so I thought at first.
It turns out that the alpha version of the combat drones that the Cybertronians used in their wars during the golden age of their empire were not as good as the modified Beta-class drones, as these were more effective on the ground than their more fully military counterparts. . specialized in aerial combat.
Which makes me wonder what would happen if I upgraded the rest of the Cybertronian drone variants with military hardware...
Speaking of which, he had specs for more drones, mostly attached to instructions on how to repair or operate them if he had any.
And great was my surprise to learn that the "Constructicons" here are drones, or at least most of them, the same ones that are assembled to become a giant robot!
There were also quite a few more, which could be summed up as variants of the Beta class, as their design seems to have been used as a base template for all of its variations.
Although these were more specialized in construction and labor, a sector in which I am already covered
What did interest me, and what was an unexpected prize, was his programming of the latter.
Its codes were what I desperately needed for so many months (days? hours?), data on how the machine works and works, how to repair and modify it, an engineering grimoire that was YEARS ahead of real time by compiling it for myself. right in my digital hands...
It's like going from a monkey hitting a rock with a stick, to a caveman with a survival guide for dummies.
Now, how do I get this, is the question.
I step back and, with some hesitation, look at the mental representation of the Cybertronian construction drone software template (with all the extras I could find), it was a sphere made up of pulsing white data lines that felt warm to the touch. simulated touch, it was like holding some kind of beating heart/brain in my hands.
In a rare, perhaps primitive thought, I "opened my mouth" over the sphere of knowledge and bit it.
jum* ~JUMB*~
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SpAce distorts and bleeds bright, impossible colors.
~The tubes sprout from the ground quickly and suddenly, they twist, deforming in the air, they begin to cross, braid and dock one on top of the other until they make a human arm with a hand.~
The hand bends the little finger and the ring finger while the ring finger and the pulsar make contact and the index finger remains in the air.
friction is born, the hand explodes next to the arm, leaving only a column of blue smoke.
~Debris falls from the sky, but not inert chunks of metal, but small metal pods that burrow into the muddy ground.~
Sprouts of silver sprout from the ground and grow and expand to become airplanes and rockets that take off from the ground and streak across the skies leaving trails of distorted colors.
The sky has become a ceiling, the colors are now mechanical arms that assemble metal cars, planes, robots and humanoids.
One of the machines built was a mechanical owl that turns its head 180 degrees to look me straight in the eye, the metal bird hooted and then screamed, spreading its wings.
The planes of the machines are made of the same colors that bled from the walls of reality they are understood in the air, some translucent others of colors so dense that it seems that you can sink in them they rise in the air around me all watching my position.
Then they pounced on me as pink plasma flowers began to rain down on a feverish child's dream factory.
The sky is wet when it is polished with the right ursa lactose fish, god's spaghetti is cold, gold that buys prayers because there is no mayonnaise in the kennel. Six sad badgers swallow wheat in a human in wheat.
gold is the
purple of stars.
~~La, lara la la, lara la LA la~~
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I need to go to bed, maybe a one day or two.
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inspire*...
MACHINES! That can be mass-produced! Robots that can be mass-produced plus the necessary software to give them respectable basic intelligence (a thousand times more than I did)!
I quickly pulled up the blueprints for various Cybertronian constructs and began updating them, starting with the alpha drones, dilated time, and a hundred identical eyes began to scrutinize the data and schematics.
Mix parts of Cybertronian programmable metal with the parent programmable alloys, being careful with the other parts less sensitive to metallurgical changes for when you transform.
It turns out that I was wrong, the transformation is not the same or worse than the progenitor programmable metallurgy, it is that they are two different paths of material science with their respective advantages and disadvantages.
The parent metal, the alloy forged through trillions of nanomachines through energy-mass transfusion was designed to the millimeter, atom by atom, one could literally say that it has design characteristics.
Do you want me to be a good driver?: I can.
Do you want it to be as durable as possible that even a nuclear explosion won't completely destroy it?: It can.
Do you want it to be faster to produce at the cost of being weaker in general?: it can
Do you want the alloy to react in a certain way with X material/chemical?: it can.
Do you want it to be more or less resistant to extreme temperatures?: CAN.
Do you want it to be as stretchy as bubble gum? Damn it CAN!
Every piece of every part of all my units and buildings are made from the same damn material, but function as if they were hundreds of thousands of other different materials.
The transformium, on the other hand, although it does not have the strength and hardness of the parent alloy at its maximum in these parameters, is capable of receiving orders and changes its base morphology after forging unlike the alloy, deforming. and rebuilding itself through commands.
It won't go to the extremes of the parent alloy, nor can it take on properties of other materials, but in hindsight it more than makes up for it with its flexibility and built-in adaptability.
I make a note to update some things that he transformed later, now it's time to make giant robots.
Swapped out all of their electrical systems and hardware for better, more efficient versions of the parent, swapped out their engine for a resource grid connection along with some batteries and optimized laser weaponry, as well as giving them small crafting modules to speed up recovery of physical ammunition and missiles.
I changed all their electrical systems and hardware for better, more efficient progenitor versions, changed their engine for a connection to the resource network along with some batteries and optimized laser weapons, as well as giving them small crafting modules to speed up the recovery of physical ammunition and missiles.
The look changed quite a bit with a frame with more angular edges and a bulkier shape, the large amounts of retractable pieces becoming larger overlapping shells capable of retracting and deforming, plus like all Cybertronians whose alternate form was a fighter or similar, their torso formed an arrow silhouette, taking on a rather nice appearance to the Transformers from G-1 or the war/fallen cybertron games.
This started in a cascade of updates integrating the newly acquired technology, it was mainly a mass update on all things bots, thanks In addition to the schematics for the dumb AI development of the drones I was able to start filling in the gaps for the rest of my robotic units… which were two.
My kravis and kruster's deserve nothing else~.
I'll finally be able to stop using my zombie-slave versions
(we'll never talk about this again).
It can also integrate the technology behind the pillars and the space bridge FTL engine, I still have quite a bit to understand of the more advanced theory of the space bridge system on which the pillars are based, but through observation of operation and an amazing symbiosis with my own portal engineering, my portal generators have become what is colloquially known as: thing. fucking. BROKEN!.
Now my portal doesn't need to connect to a replica at the other end, I just need to have a clear view of the area or precise coordinates to open an instant path from point A to point B.
This doesn't come for free as it consumes at least 5x more power and is 2x larger than the original (25m to 50m) plus it needs constant position updating and the electrical cost scales every light year tour, but let's face it, it's totally worth it.
Quickly request the update of some mars portals with these specifications.
I could also start tweaking the specs of the stasis pods and CR chambers to design structures based on ingesting new cybertronians and maintaining them, but a key element of both is energon, which I still have no way of consistently replenishing.
Therefore, I will have to follow the drone plan for victory.
The idle factories of Mars began to produce this new unit of transformable bipedal bots.
[Classification: Darts T3]
It's still cannon fodder, but now it's more sophisticated cannon fodder than other cannon fodder, with the ability to transform into other vehicles, in this case model fighter planes; MiG-29 "Fulcrum", tuned to progenitor technology meaning they were faster, stronger and more efficient along with the bonuses that they can operate perfectly anywhere and never need a pit stop.
I will continue to produce vehicles even with Cybertronian technology as they have their advantages and are, compared to farmed Cybertronians or even the average dart, much cheaper.
Oh, and that moral thing about cultivating a race of sentient beings for my own purposes, which is morally questionable in a myriad of ethical senses, and doesn't affect me as much as I'd think.
But, but, right now I have other things to focus on, like the surplus resources from the assimilated remains of two starships, which are starting to dwindle rapidly thanks to the mass production of my new recruits and the Avatar project.
When I get to a hundred, I'll cascade them all to the remaining Decepticons.
Now let's move on to more negative news.
I went to the trouble of building a small air force expecting significant resistance, made up of 140 Kestrels, 100 Phoenix and 50 Hornets, a full air force and a battalion of 40 Dox wasted, because all threats were previously eliminated.
That this new air force cannot move beyond this planet is just the icing on the cake of this miscalculation, I just have to divide them into squadrons and have them patrol the big red ball in which I am temporarily shipwrecked.
I might have gone a little overboard, but they were on the same planet as my base and I had a mass of aerial factories capable of supplying well in excess of my daily demand and a small surplus of metal, so it was very easy. start producing, point them in a direction and watch the light show.
On Saturn's moon there were several hundred Decepticons, more than a quarter hatchlings born and raised relatively recently compared to the average Cybertronian veteran, a total of 1211 Decepticons counting Megatronus.
Much more than I expected remembering the movie, but on the other hand it makes a lot more sense given that the founder of the decepticons was here and they were planning an assault on a backwater planet.
Casualties amount to 422 Ant light tanks, 548 Krabi light bots, 45 Leveler heavy tanks, 80 Kruster heavy bots, 66 Spinner flak, 70 Strikers, and 7 Vanguard heavy tanks.
Considerable casualties, but still affordable thanks to my "no cheat" production systems, the element of surprise was also a key to victory, along with the use of the nanomachine sprayers to make new paths through the ship (which was larger than what I thought) and repair injuries.
And consume it from the inside out as well.
The result, despite the casualties, was better than expected, when the fallen one died (in a very dishonorable way), and the intimidation factor applied by the army of giant metal-armed crabs prevailed, a Decepticon could not take it anymore and he surrendered by promising obedience, following the decepticon ideal that the strong lead (or so I assume).
Which I accept, my troops ignored that Decepticon and went to reduce others while a krabi escorted him to a portal holding his hand with his pincer, when the rest saw that surrender was an option (calculation error, I never told them) all surrendered (or at least those who remained), some reluctantly while others hastened, adding pledges of allegiance.
66 decepticons fell and were assimilated, The fallen one was dissolved by surprise, 256 need medical attention either minor or serious, 320 had to thaw in the desert of mars, the rest are in acceptable conditions in my custody while they go through the portals to a safe zone on mars
Which was a plain lined with turrets.
They still rack up a 4-figure kill list, again using superior individual infantry level tactics and mobility, as well as playing their turf, their turf fortified and armed.
If he had to describe the situation, he would say: "I went into the lion's den, and I came out because I choked them with minions".
...I'll have to practice or create helpers for when I have to get into big conflicts... or become a hermit, go to some corner of the universe and do... something.
Who am I kidding, I will surely get in trouble for whatever reason, just because of whoever put me in this situation to laugh like the sadistic bastard that he surely is.
Trying to push the troublesome thought away, I turned my "eye" to the general area where planet earth (or at least a version of it?) would be, I had the equipment set to start the trajectory to its surface to do whatever I wanted to do. in there, but Following my earlier assumption that they are aware of my presence on Mars I'm not sure what to do next.
Although I'm not sure if they've seen me or not.
But they have Cybertronian technology and they were looking at Mars, it only took a rover to make a couple of minutes of incriminating images to set off all the alarms.
I'll have to make friendly contact before anything else.
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WHY THE HELL HAVE I NOT FOUND IT YET?!
I salute the air, calling my copies who are piloting the fireflies to explain to me why, with the radar technology we have and the literal army of drones patrolling Martian territory, we haven't found a crude and primitive bloody drone.
and it turns out: they did find it.
One of the drones detected a mass of metal several kilometers from my base about 36 hours ago, but since it was not identified as a threat, it passed by with a mild warning.
Why?: It wasn't big, it wasn't heavy, it didn't emit excessive energy of any kind, it didn't have weapons the size of an average person, and it was literally a speck of junk with a primitive Wheel harmless to the fabled progenitor sensors.
Basically, if you're not at least a Dox or close to a Dox, which by commander standards is just pathetic, you're nothing to recon software.
And if that wasn't enough, it turns out that as the copy that found it, it was one of the copies of copies of the first ones that I made when I started, it was so limited that it was more of an improvised IV with a couple of decision patterns similar to those mine, than to a digitized clone of mine of any kind, causing him to only recognize it as a "low priority notice", he did not see it as a priority in telling me, leaving it as a note to do later, which was never fulfilled.
And it never occurred to anyone to ask me what to do other than adapt patrols to avoid as much of the damned thing's field of vision as possible as a belated precaution.
Should I be thankful that they at least partially remembered what they were supposed to avoid?
Useless action because the thing got a great wide shot of my metal mining fields and then got a good shot of my base from afar.
It should be noted that I got back together with that copy of mine with a header.
I'm supposed to be a brutally efficient machine, why do I keep making these mistakes?! I have to be efficient, but I'm not! Is it because of my human mind?! It's because the commander's body has imitated my mind so perfectly ape barely evolved to even replicate the mistakes a human would make?!
if so, why the fuck put me in this body?!, why put me through this!?, if I'm not suitable in the imposed role, if this is over and I was just tripping over and over again with my foot, it means that everything that happened was for
NOTHING, my escape a vulgar stroke of luck, my survival a cosmic fluke, my indefinite time in sensory deprivation a vile unfortunate accident.
It can't be for nothing, there HAS to be a reason, a higher purpose for this infernal event!, a reason for
MY EXISTENCE, a reason for
MY/OUR SUFFERING.
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a proof, not divine, of course, but a new unequivocal proof of my most fundamental flaws, not only mine, but of the very simplistic and unidirectional design with which the
/our creators of the commanders
/brothers designed them
/us… and, You know what? You learn from mistakes, and I'm sick of making mistakes and losing
control.
Then it's time to learn and
adapt.
Three copies of me appear, new, fresh, directly from me and with knowledge of cybertronian and basic progenitor technology.
"You guys are going to clean up the mess we have in our heads" prepared a folder that quickly stores copies of all the Cybertronian IV models, a copy of my mental template, and a schematic of the simulation environment which at this point has become both a R&D center, an operations center and a rest area for my mental health.
I pass you the folder "I want a system that allows me to communicate with all my copies and any of our creations, THAT IS NOT A BASTARD VERSION BETWEEN CLARK-TEC AND THE TELEGRAPH, I want Assistant Virtual Intelligences that serve me in any task that I impose, a central nexus that is not in my refuge against reality, a basic intelligence for all our creations so that they do not have to depend on me together with a package of physical updates, an update to put some order in the central servers ergo: our FUCKING head, and I also want a
FUCKING PSYCHOLOGIST"
the copies saluted and left.
…inhale* sigh*
well, that should be enough for now, where were we going?.
meet humans, yes, my first contact with people in 6-9 days?, and who knows how long with accelerated time.
Not to mention paranoid humans, not at their best, with bad experiences with alien weird machines… yeah, this is getting better by the minute.
Maybe… the fact of having rid them of the decepticons, (although they had no idea they were in the first place) would add points to me.
Or maybe not, humans are a race of many virtues that include diversity... where they are told to be imbeciles, racists, warmongers, spiteful, surely xenophobic and more human scum that will cause problems whether THEY want it or not.
I will know that I have seen the movies, I have been human and I have looked up and down your global information network. Drawing a glorious conclusion... Humanity is... special.
Not in a good way.
So I asked orbital launchers to start building infrastructure in the stratosphere of mars since subtlety went down the drain drop pods look great in a fight but if I want to make a good impression I need something a little less aggressive and that can parley.
The portals would be faster, but I wanted to keep that as a trump card, they think I'm limited and surrounded, at least until they discover that I'm actually the one surrounding them.
And the ride with Astraeus is out, at least in its current setting, which was the giant, spacey version of the love affair of a jetpack and an industrial transport drone, completely vulnerable.
But I also believe that the time for diplomacy has come.
...Where have I left my script?
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Earth - Unknown Military Base
Abraam Matthew wasn't sure how to handle the situation...
It all started when agents at NASA and other aerospace organizations reported a strange presence on Mars through telescopes dedicated to studying the planet's surface, which automatically led to red flags.
And after a review with a satellite probe placed for surveillance and alert against the decepticons, with the help of the autobots and a review made by robert himself, they finished confirming the alien presence on the red planet, so they proceeded to consult with the autobots.
But it seemed too late, what was seen and later classified as "the gray dot", upon closer inspection, was concluded to be some kind of base with a vehicle production infrastructure, something that quickly alarmed many. everyone involved.
It didn't help that various space organizations around the world managed to photograph or record fields strewn with what I might describe as futuristic mine bombs.
It also didn't help that various civilian groups were able to leak such footage to the public, "Alien Oil Drillers on Mars" or "Reptilian Martian Capitalist Proof" were trending headlines in recent days despite how absurd it sounded.
This led to days of debates by the world powers aware of the event, such as their respective nations' military bodies and space programs.
Was it an alien race? Was it an automated manufacturing probe? Was it from the ancient invaders from just two years ago?
This information did not sit well with higher-ups, with some advocating a tactical launch of nuclear weapons under the assumption of a possible Decepticon production base in preparation for an all-out assault on Earth.
It was one of the most plausible explanations considering the current situation after the Battle of Mission City and the formation of N.E.S.T. with his sporadic fights against the Decepticons all over the world.
Some protested that the most visible vehicles or structures lacked the aesthetic characteristic of the evil robot faction, but as things were going, the nuclear solution would be approved.
But when optimus prime, the leader of the autobots, was shown to him and verified that they were not only not of decepticon design, but that they lacked any known cybertronian design, the whole debate got more complicated.
That raised a new possibility that gave us even more of a collective headache, a new faction of an unknown third species.
Again, there were arguments, although these had much more shouting and varied arguments from valid and reasonable to authentic conspiracy gibberish... but the truth is that this was not his problem, they did not pay him enough for that.
His job, a military technician, was to watch a screen with two dozen other technicians to watch for anomalies or strange movements through the images transmitted by satellites and observatories when they get a field of view.
The rober, for some reason, ended up face down on the Martian soil, rendering it practically useless, especially when its battery runs out and it can't recharge because its solar panels are facing the ground.
It wasn't the best way to get intelligence, but it was the best they had until the autobots did something better or cleared them for a scouting mission.
and all it did was expand occasionally, the sensors showed only minimal hints of heat and radiation emitted from the structures or constructions, plus the issue that aside from a few like them that are clearly some sort of miniaturized open-air factory , we didn't know what it did most of what it was doing or how the hell they built them so fast.
But that was the eggheads' problem, his job was to watch out for any wrong moves- *bell.
I blinked, I looked at the screen where in one corner there was a warning window that he had received a message from an unknown program. that couldn't be right, this is a computer connected to a series of military servers on a private government network, you couldn't just connect to a social network or messaging app without getting into some serious trouble.
Looking closely at the message, the feeling of dread, confusion, and disbelief mixed as he read the message entry.
"PARLIAMENT IS REQUESTED WITH ITS LEADERS"
...this couldn't be true, it was too ridiculous to be true...
But taking a look at the rest of the message, I saw that it named how it had taken over and spread on the surface of Mars as well as attributing exact coordinates to the unidentified objects on the surface of Mars that it was supposed to be monitoring, as well as some that was not known to exist.
Send several messages and notices to alert the message and check the received coordinates for later verification, quickly his surroundings became a hive of activity when the notice reached everyone.
They didn't pay him enough for this.
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[receiving message]
Again?
It was annoying, since the last cycles he has not stopped receiving messages from an unknown sender.
this would have been alarming, a stranger using our communication channels, which would lead to a dozen protocols of debugging, scrambling, encrypting them and re-establishing new channels, soundwave was quite strict on this and no decepticon, be it hatchling or veteran wanted to provoke the displeasure of the head of communications.
The only thing that prevented us from doing this more than necessary is the semi-corrupt identification stamps, a series of patterns in the digital file's own code that validated it as a decepticons priority message, it was a security measure put in place by sound wave itself .
a pity that the latter was incommunicado.
and another pity that these messages were corrupted digital garbage.
it was hard to make any sense out of these, but most assume he's a decepticon on the verge of death somewhere in the sector desperate for help.
Unfortunately, that was depressingly common among Decepticons these days, and dishearteningly ignored most of the time.
That is why now all but the communication drones block these messages, especially at this point in the mission where they wait for the soundwave signal to start the operation to revive megatron, following the plan of megatron's own master.
A high-priority mission like this took precedence over the life of some unlucky decepticon too weak to survive and too insignificant for even soundwave to register.
But his job was to check these messages, validate them, and make known in the event that they have any malicious program and give the green light to establish the communications restart protocols.
A great responsibility and an honor given to this communication drone, and not because no one else wanted to do it.
Then, with a solemn buzz, I proceeded to open the corrupted files.
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curious, this time there are video and audio packages, it will be better than the inspections while I prepare the quarantine programs…
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…
…or this...
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for the spark...
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or, primus, unicron and the sacred lands of cybertron...
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how?, how n-haven't we heard about this before!?, what, or primus or primus or primus.
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t-t-t-t-this is too much, priority alpha, not suitable for a drone/not suitable for a drone/not suitable for a drone.
[calling:- "soundwave"]
I have to tell him, I don't know why he didn't know about this, but I have to tell Soundwave, he is the head of communications and his direct superior.
[calling:- "soundwave"]
I have to tell soundwave, this cannot remain unknown, there are no protocols for this, I have to communicate it to sound wave.
[calling:- "soundwave"]
The file is not finished, you should finish it, prepare a report and...
My core freezes, my processors slow down and my optics go out of focus while processing the last vaits of corrupted file.
[audio: ~ATTENTION///THIS SOUNDWAVE?!-///loss of-///i͕͇̙n̘̘̞t̢͔͜e͉͙͜g̻͓͖r̺̠i̪͓͖t͖͔y͍͙͉]
[a͊͊͋u͑̒d̓͑ḯ̒́o̓̾͛:͛͠ s͛͋̚y͒͑͒s̔͊̚ẗ́́͒e̐̀̐m͛͑̓s͋͠///are failing/// ~WARNING///attack from unknown assailant, repeat, attack from unknown assailant///T̸̪͓̼̈́͋H̴͉͖͚͒͐͝E̵̡̟͙͆̽͝Y̴͙̦̫̾̿͝ K̸̢͎̙͆̕͝E̸̙̝͍͆̚͝E̴̼̠̺͊͒͠P̸̦̫͓͑͋͝ C̸̡͔̝͑̓͝O̵̫͚̼͌͑͛M̴̟͚̞̐͒̈́I̵̡̺͉̓̾͝N̴̢̝̓͒̀Ǵ̸̠̞͕͑͘]
[audio: STARSCREAM, this ///S̸̡̼̝̾̒͑Ö̸͍̞̘́̾̓U̴̢͖̽̐͑N̴̢̪͆̓͝D̴͉͖̓̾̚W̸͚̞͋͐͛͜A̸͕̦̻̐̈́̽V̴͇̻̽̓E̴̦̪͙̾͐͒?̴̦͇͉͋͑̕!̸̫͔̻̈́͊͒///, we need backup, unknown assailant attack, repeat, unknown assailant attack///everyone///is dying]
[help*]
So, following his code's priority path and reviewing the preset chain of command, com_dron-49 (blackjack) did the only thing he could do.
Raise the speakers to the maximum "STARSCREAM!!!".
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ok let's be direct i don't make many notes and the ones i do have are messy and partially illegible so i went through the lore of transformer (movie) i made a timeline diagram then i realized i made a couple mistakes, underestimation here and by find, but good news, none of this directly affects the actions of the commander.
I also realized that the lore is a bit of a mess and I don't regret adding a couple of tweaks to this transformers (movie) universe.
and yes, the starscream and all spark thing happened in canon, and it didn't work because he tried to feed it with 4-5 cybertronians instead of drying suns like the original primes did.
Can you imagine starscrem king of cybertron?, with megatron dead, soundwave missing, shokwave frozen and also lost, and him as air commander and possessor of an all spark operative in cybertron?.
nothing could go wrong (surely yes).
well, enjoy the new chapter, from here it will take longer to come out of the oven so be patient with me.
P.S. I am correcting some of the most serious errors of previous chapters, so there will be some other update.
