#sparkofdarkness

[themightymiko]

sparkofdarkness

➤Ⅱ She couldn’t remember where she was, couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here, either. She was supposed to be resting, right? 

“What... who..?” She made to take a step back, and nearly toppled over. Her legs were unsteady, frame trembling where she stood. She shouldn’t be trying to walk so soon.

[themightymiko]

"What do you see in the darkness, when you close your eyes? Does the dark conspire?"

➤Ⅱ“I don’t... I-I don’t want... the dark... I-I won’t look!”

[cybertronianwyvern]

sparkofdarkness

Some of the land forms this planet produced were absolutely breathtaking. This mountain, or was it a plateau?, was easily a marvel in and of itself. The thousands of small life forms that eked out a living atop this behemoth were just an addition. Jackjaw and Stand Off had a ball climbing, exploring, and jumping over the edge into a free fall flight throughout the entire solar cycle. 

Time had a way of slipping away when having fun, though, and it felt as though only a short time after they arrived at this marvel the sun was starting to set and it was time to go. Thick clouds were starting to roll in and obscure vision; better to get out now instead of getting trapped up there As beautiful as it was, she knew the dangers of spending the night at this altitude without adequate shelter. 

And so with a trill of godbye, Stand Off docked onto his master ad she slipped over the edge one last time. She let gravity do the work for a shirt time before opening her wings and leveling off to glide over the canopy of leave at the base of the mountain. 

[sparkofdarkness-blog]

Dark Awakening (Open Starter)

Pain. It was the first sensation the machine experienced. Little shards of pain that blossomed into great explosions within him. Pain, and then his optics came online. Pain, and his power plant began to thrum, pulsing with the power of the Dark Energon which flowed through him. Pain, and actuators began to flex. The warehouse workers who were his overseers didn’t notice the first few twitches as sensation came to him.

After pain came awareness. He WAS. No longer a simple puppet, he became aware of the life which sparked within him. He had been created by those fools at MECH, designed using sacred Cybertronian technology. Technology they could not comprehend, like children playing with hand grenades. They had intended to use him as a weapon, but they had failed. He recalled his defeat at the hands of Optimus Prime, and how he had languished in this warehouse. Dim yellow sparks came to life in his optics, noticed by one worker, who ran to get help.

The shard of Dark Energon that the MECH infiltrator had introduced to his system had taken root, conceived in him something dark and wicked. An anti-spark where none had existed before. It had spread through him like a plague, and crept through the data-vaults of his inert processors, filling them with a blasphemous life. Nemesis. That is what he was. Nemesis to the humans who had created him. Nemesis to the Cybertronains, both Autobot and Decepticon, who had failed to liberate or destroy him. Nemesis to He who had cast him down, the last of his line, the Matrix-Bearer. Nemesis Prime. 

Guards and scientists quickly rushed to his side, but he would not be held down. With a mighty shrug, he snapped the restraints holding him and sat up on the observation slab. Metal shifted, and cannons swung into place on the ends of his arms. Some humans fled, others opened fire, he fired on the fleeing ones first, enjoying their screams with grim satisfaction as they were blasted into charred carbon particles. The soldiers were next, and some of these he crushed underfoot, for the sheer enjoyment of it. Either way, they died. Quickly, traumatically. He crashed his way out of the hanger, firing indiscriminately. A dull rage gave way to a thrilled delight at the explosions and burnt metal. This is what he was. What he had been sparked for. It was not until the installation was a burning wreck that he began to consider departure, but he lingered just a few moments to take in his handiwork...