Transformers Trinity Single: Deadlock's Come To Primus
Watcher Deadlock’s Log, Acting Commisar Rising Voice of Liberation duty station, Date Cycle of Liberation 201025.12.21, Prime Datum Date age of Rust cycle 6.3019.3.25.
Perhaps I’ll process this better if I lay it out in a log. For my own peace of mind, I am making this log with my terminal disconnected from any kind of communications gear. It is operating entirely stand alone and I plan on resetting it after I’m done with this…confession?
Last night, I had come back after another suppression mission. I was again on overwatch duty with my high power and 20 times scoped Nullray.
Orders from Bludgeon were that some civilians had been showing ‘counter Revolutionary leanings’ and we were to eliminate them since the softer options were not an option, in his words.
I had managed both with a single bolt, and my Watchman professionally covered over the incident. As far as anyone on the street knows, poor target C-80808 simply had an aneurysm and died before the medics could get there.
The Truth is, his ‘counter revolutionary’ views were that The Constellate’s rules were more invasive and strict than the Functionist leanings of the Council. He voiced said view in earshot of one of my watchmen, and sealed his own fate.
Having dealt Megatron’s Justice, I felt the need to ‘celebrate’ with strong mineral spirit, something I think I had gifted, maybe once knew, but all I remember now is that it was Green.
I had my bottle, I put on the Holonet to something appropriately mindless but cog-pleasing, and tried to forget what I had done, or at least remind myself that it was ‘the right thing to do’
As the bottle drained, but my thoughts and naggings remained, I fell back into some old techniques I learned from the mystics at Crystal City before the war. They called it Spark Meditation.
Almost without conscious thought, I slowly drifted into the mental and spiritual rhythms they had taught me, as the dancing dancing Camians on the holoprojector parted ways for one dressed as a crude approximation of a quintison to show up for the Broad and Sturdy Nova Prime to come out and ‘free’ the Camians.
I was then kneeling in a dark space, my head throbbing and coolant pouring down by sides. As I looked at my hands, I noticed my Exo-plating had returned to it’s white with Red Accents it had been before the War. Before I had received my brand, and taken on darker colors for my duties.
“Drift…” A voice far off called.
I shook my head, no one had spoken that name in centuries.
“Drift… of the Order of the Circle.” the voice said.
How could it have known that?
“Who are you?” I replied, to nowhere in particular “And my name is Deadlock!”
I felt a draft behind me, then a strong presence.
“Drift.” the voice said again. “Of the clan Kaiser”
How did he know that, I had forsaken my worthless clan name Eons ago.
I rapidly turned around, picking up my rifle “MY NAME IS-” I began but stopped.
Before my stood the strong, alabaster white, titanium, and crystal blue frame of Prima, hands stalwartly clasped on the hilt of his Great Blade, the Star Saber itself. A form I had long known since my time at Crystal City, and came to despise when I learned of the base corruption of the council that still, to my understanding, followed his teachings.
“Drift.” he called again. “Who asked and was given, Who Sought and found, Who knocked on the Doors of my City and it was opened. Spark and Mint of my lineage in Metal and Energon. Why do you act against me and my Brothers?”
I stood, raised my Nullray to fire. “DOWN WITH FALSE PROPHETS!” I cried, right from the Call to Revolution, and fired right at Prima’s face.
With a single motion, the Starsaber came up, met my bolt, and reflected it back down the barrel of my rifle, splitting it like a frayed cable.
“Do you forget my wisdom?” Prima asked. “Even as you remember my strength?”
I tossed away the useless rifle, then drew my sword, the one presented to me by Bludgeon himself. “Your wisdom means nothing when you abandon your followers.” I said with fire and rushed him again.
Then the Star Saber came up on guard, and perried my blow with only about as much effort as it took to brush aside a leaf. Yet I was left somewhat breathless.
“Why do you say that?” Prima asked again, now on guard, with the perfect ready defense stance.
I gathered myself and took the ready attack stance, my servos feeling as new, like they had when I practiced his forms daily. “You let the Council leave us all with Nothing!”
“The Council?” Prima said. “The council made their choice Eons ago.”
“LIAR!” I screamed and attacked.
He met each of my blows with an easy deflect, leaving me with plenty of energy for the follow-through, though he deflected that with similar ease. “Did they Bear the Matrix?” He asked as our blades locked for a moment, at which point I noticed for the first time that this hilt of his blade so closely resembled The Matrix of Leadership.
“They Swear by it.” I replied breaking the lock “And they still walk.”
“Their ‘oaths’ on the Matrix mean nothing.” he replied, attacking in turn this time, but only probing, letting me get a sense of him as he had gotten a sense of me. “They shelter themselves from our True Justice behind empty words.” he added and gave a Jab at which I jumped away. “That’s why you are here.” he said
“Me?” I said, now confused.
“Yes You.” he said, “and many more. Those who know what True Justice is.” He said and advanced again, now with more powerful strikes, though ones I could block. “You were called, Orion was Called, Ratchet was Called, Roller was Called, Megatronus was Called, many were called.”
I blocked the last one, then counter attacked, “then why aren’t you attacking Megatron too!” I asked somewhat heated, the duel now taking its toll on me.
“Drift, I am telling you your story, not his” he said, reversing my attack back on me. “And I know that you see what has become of Megatronus’ once good intentions, much like his name’s sake.”
“Just what are you trying to say, Prima!” I said, pushing his blade off and swinging hard again.
He moved aside, and let my blade stick in the ground, hard. “I am saying you still have time. You need not follow this path.” he said, raising The Star Saber back at me. “You have not yet made the Final Blow.”
I tried to free my blade for a moment, but couldn’t, I then left my sword where it stood, and tdrew my two cleavers in defense. “And Megatron has?”
“That, I cannot say.” he said, standing back in a defensive posture. “His story, like your own, is not over.”
“Then why come to me?” I asked. “Why this… what is it… a Matrix vision?”
Prima smiled as I said so. “I see you still remember much.” he said, then relaxed, shouldered the Star Saber and casually pulled my blade out of the ground. “Those you serve, while their intentions started good, fell to their own ambitions, and the same dark influences the very Council they overthrew fell to.”
He then raised my sword and felt it in his hands, weighing it, moving it, getting a sense of it. “This is a fine sword, one I would be proud to wield. It may still do much good.”
I raised an eyebrow at the remark. “But… you have your Star Saber”
He then drew the Star Saber, raised both and held them before himself, the better to see. “They are of the same kind.” he said, then flipped mine back and presented me the hilt. “Will you give this a worthy Master, Drift?”
“But… But I’m not a worthy Master…” I said, now feeling more intimidated than I did during the duel.
“Neither was I when Solus forged mine,” he said.
I looked up at him, and was almost overcome not with the power of a True Prime, but with the understanding in his eyes. In a look, I knew that he knew what I had done both myself and with the blade before me, and still he wanted me to try again.
Now filled with a resolve given rather than gained, I received my sword back.
“Rise.” Prima said “And Go Forth with Spirit and with Wisdom. It will not be easy, it will not always be as clear as it is here, but my blade will go with yours in all things.”
“I know… But Prima? What about my rank? My Station? If I just…” I began, but he cut me off.
“Drift, As our Creator has said, there is a time and a place for everything under our sun.” He said firmly but with a bit of a knowing smile. “There will be a time for the nobility you crave, but for now, you must get to those others called. Seek the True Prime, one has returned, and do whatever it takes to stand at his side once more.”
“I will. Wait, once more?” I asked, then it clicked as the vision faded and I awoke back in my apartments, the sun now streaming in and the morning broadcast playing it’s usual propaganda before the Constellate flag.
I quickly shut it off, then noticed my Nullray where I had left it, but the barrel split and peeled open like a frayed cable, and my Sword in my right hand, same as it was, but now gleaming and somehow new.
Computer. Delete the entire personal log and format all drives.
