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Chapter 21: Quiet Time
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I vent out a cloud of air as I sat down on a rock, looking around the underground base we were constructing.
We had spent a few hours after arriving back home at the Harbinger basically looking through various satellites in order to pick a place we could dig in and build a good base hidden away from prying eyes. After much debate, we had chosen the land of Greenland actually. The amount of people there is surprisingly low, and it was only after ground bridging there did I find out why.
Because holy shit, how no one found all this shit is a surprise.
To keep things simple? There are a LOT of energon crystals in Greenland, and it is apparently the reason why this damn place has such a low population count despite the rather sizeable landmass. Most of the uninhabitable places on this country are energon rich environments and are such completely fatal dead zones for any human who even so much as steps a toe in.
As for why the Autobots and Decepticons don't set up shop here and harvest all this energon? Fun fact, did you know that enough concentration of energon would fuck up weather patterns? Pretty much majority of Greenland, is in various shades of snowstorms and blizzards.
How does that work? I have no idea, but apparently neither factions were crazy enough to try and settle here which apparently means that they are doing their best to ignore this place. Even the cons with Megsy as their leader didn't build anything here surprisingly.
So I'm going to make damn sure that I don't attract any of their optics here. As for how I know the Decepticons never set pede on this part of the planet? Not a SINGLE buggy signal crossed my suites, even after flying all over Greenland and through several snowstorms three times in my search for a good place to hide a base.
The most I got was a bunch of static noises whenever I crossed into Greenland airspace. Which, if I'm being honest with myself, might be the reason why all this energon was never found in the first place.
So, that was nice to know.
Another thing that helped with speedrunning base construction is Skyhaul and slapping the Apex Armor onto him. Another fun fact, the armor conforms to its wielder as best as it can as well as being controlled mentally. It is how Miko was able to use the thing in the show.
The result? My big flying boy is supersized and is able to carve out rock like he was moving his hand through sand. Of course, the rest of us helped whenever we could but we were mostly scavenging the Harbinger for parts in order to construct the various machines for our new base.
Thank heavens for the existence of the Decepticon equivalents of 'How to build a base for dumbafts' and 'How to repurpose machines for idiots', it really helped a lot. On a nice note, cybertronian technology can be surprisingly flexible and redundant when it came to repurposing them.
Which is nice since we could use the front half of the Harbinger for parts scavenging. After making sure there would be no possible way to power the front half accidentally. We essentially made like an Memeperium Blood Raven and took everything bolted to the floors and walls before taking said floor and walls. It will take a while before we can completely strip the bow of the Harbinger, especially since it was partially buried into the ground but we'll get it done eventually.
One thing I found in the bow however was something I was planning on looking for ever since I got here. A Cortical Psychic Patch, aka the thing that would allow me to mind rape a cybertronian and grab any info in their helms.
If I remember my lore right, especially my War for Cybertron and Fall of Cybertron lore, then Starscream was a former scientist. Which means his helm has got a lot of things that would hopefully allow me to understand half the shit on this broken boat without having to read through like fifty thousand manuals.
Of course I still can't escape from that, I'm going to have to do SOME reading, mainly because despite the hope, I highly doubt that Starscream understood more than half the shit he was using. But according to the records in the Harbinger's databanks, he was working with other scientists with studying the Synthetic Dark Energon, the synthesized and much less potent but no less dangerous version of Unicron's cancerous murderous cocaine blood.
It was also the 'Dark Energon' in the War for Cybertron series. Huh, go figure.
To be honest, I don't fancy going into Starscream's helm, if what I saw in show with him and Megatron is correct. Then most of it is going to be rather cringe worthy. Besides, it's not as if I would be able to immediately gain his understanding of cybertronian tech just by beaming it straight to my metallic skull. I also don't want the off-chance of him somehow hitching a ride and getting into MY helm like Megatron did to Bumblebee.
So for now I'll keep the cortical psychic patch in storage along with Starscream. But I'll have to keep Analog's suggestion in mind, even though it is a rather stupid idea, I didn't voice that opinion of mine to save his feelings.
Analog suggested that they let him out and just... Talk with him. Now, I don't blame Analog or any of the kids that agreed with him. They don't have my knowledge of that seeker in particular, they don't know just how 'trustworthy' he is.
Personally? I would have been more forgiving if he didn't keep testing his luck with trying to take control from Megatron the entirety of Season 1. To the point where good ol'e Megsy got tired enough that he tried to off Starscream in a secluded mine all by themselves, and then the ex-con slipped loose like a wet bar of soap.
But enough of that. Now is the test, following the instructions as much as possible. We managed to build up an 'Easy-Plug' reactor and brought up a refiner to help process the plentiful energon crystals into usable and consumable stuff.
Which is very good. Look, call me an idiot all you want. But that 'Easy-Plug' design of an energon reactor is a fucking godsend. Inefficient as hell compared to the reactors on board the Harbinger or any of the more decent reactors in the ship's design databanks. But this will do for now, it will work for our needs until we expand some more.
I would have tried moving one of the Harbinger's reactors into our fledgling base, but that would have involved tearing up the stern half. Which is our current base and I intend on using it as much as possible before it gets found out.
The voice of Pacekeeper shook me from my thoughts. "Beginning test of the Easy-Plug reactor in 3, 2, 1, go."
Shuttering my optics, I watched as the ramshackle reactor's pipes started glowing as energon flowed through them. The machine almost vibrating like the engine of a car as I moved my optics over to the refinery and a few cybertronian sized floodlights lights we left around.
Much to my relief, the reactor was working just fine. Say what you will about the Cons and their lack of morality most of the time, but they got all the good and simple toys. Now we can refine our own energon, and thanks to the luck of choosing Greenland, as well as our current stores. We should last quite a while in terms of energon.
In fact, because our energon problems are starting to become inconsequential, I am going to start making a few more kids. While most of the protoforms in the Harbinger are scrapped, quite a few of them are still intact, and some are only partially destroyed so we can salvage the others.
Does that sound particularly morbid? Not at first. But after realizing the protoforms are essentially the 'skeleton' of a cybertronian? Yeah it kinda sounds more, uhh hmm, suspect if you put it that way.
Regardless, I was planning on pulling another Shockwave, round 2, electric boogaloo and all that jazz. Maybe I won't be shocked into unconsciousness this time, but then again I will be trying something rather stupid or ingenious depending on one's point of view, I wonder if I can download a copy of the various manuals and plug it into the Cold Forger before... well, Cold Forging a new mech or femme.
My little idea would be to see if I can try and make a 'savant' engineer to help manage the tech side of things. If I cold forge a new mech or femme while also uploading the copies of manuals, my hope is that they would be able to assimilate the knowledge as they are being forged in order to give them the instinctual knowhow.
To be honest, this sounds like logic that should not hold up because of how flimsy it is and... well, it kind of is? I have quite a few reservations about this, and I highly doubt that it's going to work at all. But I can still try, worst thing that happens is that the resulting cold forged won't have the knowledge and the copies of the manuals would just be lost or something. No biggie, we can just make more copies.
Ah, that reminds me. I should start making a full back up of the Harbinger's databanks and bring that to our fledgling base, no need to put all of our eggs in one basket after all.
This isn't even getting into the fact that I am actually planning on trying to cold forge a single mech or femme using a protoform similar in bulk to the insecticon corpse I'm going to be shoving into the smelter along with the single scraplet body I found.
Really bad ideas all around coming from me nowadays. Especially since that came about ever since I saw Analog was cold forged with some of Clonescream's features.
I vent out another sigh as I watched Monorack and Gearbox basically toss a small boulder at each other like it was a ball, essentially playing catch since it was break time. Skyhaul had taken off the Apex armor and was chatting with Pacekeeper over by the refinery. Overall, aside from the absolutely stupid ideas I'm planning on going through, things have been going somewhat half-decently.
Chromepinion and Analog were working together patrolling mainly around the vicinity of the Harbinger, wouldn't do to let anyone know we set up shop there after all. It was actually my turn to go out and patrol after Chromepinion, which was nice, since I was starting to feel a little restless and wanted to actually go out and fly around. Last time I flew was when I soared through Greenland's airspace in patrols and the snow gets old after a while.
Though funnily enough, I was excited about starting on the construction of a groundbridge in our little base. The Harbinger's got quite a few pieces already, but I maaaay need to resort to some petty thievery of some research facilities on Earth. Which of course means that I'm probably going to draw the ire of the Autobots.
Yeah, so that's gonna be Fun.
But so far, I don't switch out with Chromepinion until after another two days. So I think now could be time to try out the stupid little ideas of mine.
After bidding my kids a temporary farewell and telling them to continue the refinement of our new base without me, I return to the harbinger with little fanfare and got to work with starting to bring everything I need for the two new kids. A protoform that is more or less similar to me and Pacemaker, and another protoform that is as close as possible to the insecticon... actually, can I just use an insecticon corpse in place of a protoform?
Hmm... Looking back on my memories of the Cold Forging files... they didn't say if I could use an already non-living body in place of a protoform... Well, I'm already having so many suspiciously morbid intrusive thoughts. Why not add to my already intrusive Shockwave-ing and go the extra mile. I'm already doing something stupid, so let's do twice the dumb.
But first, testing the manuals and cold forging thing first, that's the more important one.
It didn't take me long to set up shop again in the lab, and surprisingly Analog decided to join me while I do this. When I asked him why, he simply said that he wanted to see me make his younger sibling. Somehow, that sounds both understandable, and kind of wrong especially given the human familial concepts I've given them.
Granted of course it isn't like how humans make kids, there is no fun to be had in making them sadly. But part of me is kind of glad, because if I had to explain to these kids about the mechanical birds and the bees. Then I would simply go up to Megatron, swallow his cannon and ask him to shoot me at full power.
So here I was again, with the cord attached to the back of my neck strut again, thankfully I had turned off the pain inhibitors beforehand so I knew to expect it. Kind of reminded me of the syringes back when I was a human, you kind of get desensitized to it that it doesn't hurt anymore... that or it hurts less.
This time, I did not go through any effort designing them. Mainly because I worry if doing so might alter anything about the manuals I am also connecting to the terminal. So for this? This new mech or femme will be completely randomized and I hope nothing bad comes off of this.
Turning to look at the smelter with two insecticon corpses, then turning back to look at the one protoform hooked in. I began the procedure to Cold Forge a new mech/femme. I felt the sting and already I could feel some of my knowledge being copied over.
It was like having an uncomfortable itch in my head. Huh, I guess trying to do six at once the first time was rather stupid. But then again I did not know at the time, so past me gets a pass for the stupid. I however, will not get the pass because I know I'm doing something stupid.
I shutter my optics as I realize that the procedure was done, though the Cold Forging chamber was still full of what looked like smoke but it smelt more like energon. Energon smoke? Bah, I ignore that for now and take a look at the terminal that held the copies of the engineering stuff and various manuals. They disappeared, which was both promising and kind of concerning.
Turning to where my new kid was, I saw a flash of red from underneath the smoke and watched as a rather... huh, distinguished looking red mech come out. He patted himself on the shoulder as if swiping away some dust that fell on him, and his yellow optics drifted over to look into mine. "Ah, mother. It is a most pleasant experience for me to be brought into existence by your gifted servos. I humbly thank you for allowing myself this chance at living amongst you and my older siblings."
Holy shit he is verbose as hell. I don't want to be mean, but he kind of sounds like one of those 'I am very smart' kind of people. Ok no, focus me. We need to see if my little gambit worked.
"I'm simply glad that you are alive, well, and that you didn't keel over the second you stepped out of that pod kid." I stated while softly smiling at him, the new red mech held a fist up to his intake and fake coughed as he looked to the side. Aww, cute.
"I believe I was never in any sort of danger. After all, it was you who has overseen my procedure... It had to have been you of course, someone else might have gotten it wrong."
This time I let out a little chuckle. "Maybe. But I have a question to ask you first, do you happen to know of how to construct a functioning groundbridge?"
I stared at the red mech as he stayed silent for a few brief moments, I was afraid that this little experiment had failed until he preened, he actually fucking preened like he was a bird. "Of course! Just show me what materials we already have and I can see about outsourcing some alternative materials. With the assistance of older brother dearest, that is if you wouldn't mind?"
Analog shook his helm. "I do not mind at all. I would be happy to assist my younger brother."
Red mech nodded his helm with a beaming grin on his faceplate before turning back to me, then he frowned. "Although it took me a while to search for that info. I have quite the abundance of information within my data drives, I believe I will have to sort them and catalogue them as much as possible in my free time."
Ah, shit. I felt bad now, in my haste to get a Cold Forged mech/femme that had all the knowledge. I made them into a Jack of all Trades and Master of None. But I think that is fine, I'll work with what I got, and I think I know what to name him now.
"Take your time, it's not like we are going anywhere after all. I have already thought up a name for you." I almost laughed as I saw the red mech try to look uninterested and as dignified as possible. But I can tell he was very much nervous like how Analog was when he was waiting for his name.
"How about the name Formula-One?" I throw out, and I can tell that he was already testing it by saying it himself. At first he seemed a bit disgruntled, but as he continued saying it, his faceplate started brightening up.
"Formula-One. I believe this to be a most fitting name for myself oh mother dearest. It speaks to me as I am the first one here to make use of the many formulas within the well of information stored in my data drives." Sweet Primus, I want to grab his cheeks and pinch them. I don't know why but the whole 'I am smart' attitude coming from him makes him so endearing for some reason.
"Well, Analog can lead you to the armory and you can arm yourselves with whatever you want. Within reason of course." I add my sentence with that last bit, as I remembered Gearbox's little stunt with trying to grab more swords than she could hold.
"Of course, come little brother, we have plenty of toys to play with." Analog stated before he turned to walk off with Formula-One falling into step behind him.
"Oh I do hope that the armory has a vast enough array of tools and weapons for me to peruse. It would be most embarrassing if I was caught unawares and unarmed after all."
As the doors closed behind them, I waited for a few brief moments before letting out a few giggles. Formula-One's speech pattern is very endearing for some reason. But my laughter died out quickly, now was the stupid two experiment in one.
Experiment One - Can I use a corpse as the protoform?
Experiment Two - Can I put a scraplet in the smelter to make a scrapleticon?
Two experiments, both with very big and rather concerning connotations when thought about too long. I carefully but quickly moved the two insecticons and one scraplet into place. Aka, one insecticon in the Cold Forging chamber and the one insecticon and one scraplet into the Smelting room.
This time, I definitely did NOT want to touch anything. Just in case it messes with the process and something goes horribly wrong. Granted, I think this is going to go horribly wrong but in the words of many madmen, madwomen, and madbots of science... For Science!
Throwing the switch, I felt the sting once more, only to shutter my optics as I felt something almost form in the back of my mind. Wait what.
[ Control Matrix Unlocked - Beginning Integration ]
Wait WAT?!
Before I can even think about what I just saw, my optics drifted over to see the insecticon corpse... melting? Wait no, the entirety of its being is morphing, as if it just turned into red molten mercury and it was releasing enough smoke and steam that it shrouded the entire body.
It took a while for the whole thing to dissipate, only for me to see one thing. Gold. Then wait... is that a... shark head? I watched in shocked and morbid fascination as the former insecticon corpse, turned into what I can only describe is, a mecha King Shark. But my question is... why is it gold?!
I watched as they opened their yellowish red optics and had to hold control of myself. Oh. My. God. They look so CUTE!!! Why does it looks so derpy looking? They look like they deserve the greatest scratches.
The golden mecha king shark look-a-like stepped off the forging chamber with a loud thud as he looked around like a newborn, they then looked at me with their optics with slit pupils. "Hiiiii mum."
Alright, fuck propriety. I should not be playing favorites, but holy shit. This is my baby. I dart forward, grab his mechanical shark snout and pull it close so I could start giving him head pats and scratches. If Cold Forging is a gacha, then I just hit the 5 Star, the Gold, the SSR, and then some.
For the next hour I will unashamedly say that I spent that time basically treating Goldhide as the cute shark pup he is... even after he accidentally scared the transmission fluid out of me when he expanded his helm into an unholy sharp drill toothed maw of death.
All in all? I think spent my Quiet Time wisely!
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Ya'll have no idea how lucky NemeSIs was right now. I had used a d100 to rate how well this goes. Formula-One rolled a 76 and Goldhide rolled a 99.
If they rolled badly... let's just say things would have gone very VERY poorly. For both Formula-One and Goldhide.