Transformers Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Tides Saga ❯ New Beginnings ( Chapter 1 )

This fanfic is a Mirrorverse, where the Autobots are evil and use propaganda in order to make the Decepticons appear evil. This fic takes place in Cybertron, before the war was brought to Earth. The characters Twilight and Arsenal belong to me. All of the other characters belong to Marvel/Dreamwave/whoever the heck owns them now. Please don't sue me, I have no money.

The Dark Tides Saga

Ch 1

New Beginnings

Standing before a large, metallic building, Twilight glanced down at her digital map to make sure she was at the right place. After noting, for the fifth time, that she was indeed at the right place, she finally walked in. She was slightly short in height, even for a femme, and along with it came a slightly timid disposition. Slender in appearance, with a pearl color scheme with onyx highlights, her shoulders were thin but long, as were the mirrors of her satellite alternate mode. Although her radar broadcasting abilities would make her a substantial ally in either side of the growing war, she did not want to be a part of it. Instead, she decided to hone her abilities and stoke the fires of her passions as a scientist by joining the NAAW (Neutral Alliance Against War).

Having seen and been the victim of the ravages of war, Twilight knew all too well what the fighting was doing to the world they occupied. However, none of her brethren back at her old home had ever listened to her banter about peace. All she previously had to back her absurd claims were theories. Here, she decided, was where she would prove those theories.

Walking slowly into the lab, Twilight couldn't help but feel intimidated by the larger, stronger and obviously well-established scientists that scurried around her. They each had a place to go, a mission to accomplish. What in the world was she doing in such a prestigious place? Would they really grant her a job here, and allow her to study amongst such intelligent minds?

There was only one way to find out.

"Well…" the supervisor trailed off, looking down at her digital reports. "You make very good points, but you have nothing to back them up."

"I know," Twilight replied anxiously. "That's why I'm here."

"You think this war will lead to the destruction of this very planet…if you can actually prove it, this would be a great argument we could use to end the war," he said with a nod of his head. "Unfortunately, all of our private labs have been rented out. However, there is room in one of the public labs. But you will have to share it with two others."

"That's fine! Great, even!" The femme felt a wave of excitement course through her. She couldn't believe that she was being allowed to work alongside some of the NAAW's greatest minds. "Thank you so much!"

The supervisor chuckled. "I admire your enthusiasm. With the war, it's so hard to find it these days."

"Hopefully, if I can prove my theories the war won't last," Twilight replied.

"Do keep in mind that all of the scientists here have been working to stop the war. While your ideas sound great, don't allow yourself to be blinded by a narrow mind," the supervisor said after a short pause. Both of them stood. "Now, get working. If there are any problems contact me."

"Yes, uh-"

"Bombshell," the supervisor replied with another chuckle.

"Right, thank you Bombshell! I will get to work immediately!" the femme nodded before walking out.

Within the chambers of Iacon, a well-established Autobot Base, the council was meeting to discuss issues of great concern. The powerful and proud leader of the Autobots, Sentinel Prime, had just died from the wounds sustained in a recent battle with the Decepticon warlord, Megatron. Despite the combined efforts of the Autobot's greatest scientists and medical experts, they were unable to repair the vast amounts of damage their leader had sustained. The new leader had already been found as soon as the mortality of Sentinel Prime's wounds were discovered. The purpose of this meeting was to announce the new leader to the generals, so that they could forward this news to their own soldiers.

The council consisted of fifteen Autobots, each in a different field of expertise. They sat around a large table within a massive chamber. Only a handful of high-ranked Autobots outside of the council were ever allowed inside of the chamber to view the proceedings. There were no lights in the room, so the entire area was bathed in pitch blackness. Also surrounding the room were special little devices that disabled night-vision for those who had it. This, of course, was to protect the identity of the council members from potential spies.

Standing by the door, Arsenal watched the meeting with heightened interest. A slightly large, highly powerful Autobot, had he been seen through the eyes of a human he would have been identified as a mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex. However, that image was not in the minds of his creators, as they had never seen such a beast. That type of design just seemed to be the most appropriate, as he needed a long, sturdy tail, strong legs and a heavy, strong head to carry all of the weight that was built onto him. He had been named Arsenal because he was, literally, a walking arsenal. The knowledge of his power brought the Autobot a great sense of pride, almost to the point of sheer arrogance. Of course he was not without a weakness. The incredible weight his legs were forced to carry greatly hindered his acceleration. He did have the capability to run at a fast speed, but it took a great deal of time to reach that speed. As his speed would increase, his ability to turn would decrease. However, he always brushed that minor flaw aside with a wave of his abnormally small foreclaw, saying that with all of the power he possessed, he had no need for agility.

His purpose there was that of a bodyguard. Due to his extreme power and defenses, if one of the Decepticon spies found and decided to attack the council, he would be able to fight them off long enough for them to escape.

"Today…" one of the high council droned. Just the tone of his voice made Arsenal want to shut himself down. However, he forced himself to listen. Despite the boredom that the council represented, today was important. Today was the day they would announce his new leader. "we mourn the death of our beloved leader Sentinel Prime, and embrace the new leader."

As the young Autobot watched the proceedings, he couldn't help but wonder who the new leader was going to be. In his mind, Arsenal had it narrowed down to two possible robots. Kup and Ironhide, two of the Autobot's current war heroes. Both of them have shown great prowess in battle, and there was no one else that he could figure was more worthy of such a position. Of course Arsenal felt that he possessed the capabilities of a good leader, but he wished to avoid the pressures and drama of leadership and leave it to those more adept.

"So," a newer, more enthusiastic voice, boomed through the room. "After careful consideration and with strong hope for the future we have elected Optimus as leader."

Arsenal could only stare at them in disbelief, his mind only repeating the same mantra. What. The. Hell?!!

The generals appeared to share the bodyguard's sentiments, as they shot each other looks of disbelief.

"He already knows of his new position and is in the process of matrix transferring at this moment," another member of the council, his voice a bit deeper. "Afterwards he shall meet with each of you to discuss future plans. This meeting is adjourned."

Arsenal could only stare blankly ahead in disbelief as he slowly exited the room along with the outraged generals. How, WHY in the name of Primus did they elect Optimus as leader?!!

There wasn't anything particularly wrong with their new leader, but there wasn't anything particularly great about him either. He was young, inexperienced and had been little more than a rookie scientist who would occasionally fight in battles. There were greater fighters, such as Ironhide and Kup, and even greater scientists like Wheeljack and Perceptor. They all had a vast amount of experience, much more than Optimus had.

With a sigh, Arsenal resigned his mental banter. The council had always chose great leaders, and he had to hope that their judgment skills have not weakened by the raging tides of war…

Standing in front of the door to her new lab, Twilight was almost afraid to step inside. What were her two lab partners going to be like? Were they going to be friendly? Shy? Mean? Nice? There was only one way to find out.

Slowly she pushed the door open, her optics immediately scanning the room for occupants. There were, not surprisingly, two other robots in the room. One of them had his back to her, apparently not noticing or acknowledging her presence. The other, however, immediately glanced over in her direction.

"Uh hi…" the pearl femme said timidly, one of her hands behind her head that served as an indication of her nervousness. "I'm Twilight…you're uh…new lab partner?"

The transformer waved casually. "Ah. I'm Ratchet. Here we really aren't partners, we just share the space. Between him and I," he gestured to the other robot, who still did not seem to notice her presence. "we take about two-thirds of the room here, so you can have the rest."

"Thank you," Twilight said with a nod. She looked over at the third robot, who appeared oblivious to everything except for his work.

"Don't bother trying to talk to him. He thinks he's better than everyone else and probably wouldn't even acknowledge you," Ratchet said. "In speaking of acknowledgement, I need to get back to work."

The femme nodded to him, and began to set up her equipment in her section of the lab. However, as she worked, her optics never left the silent robot who was working so diligently on whatever project he absorbed himself into. Despite his apparent nonchalance, she wanted to at least introduce herself to him. With that resolution, she placed the rest of her supplies on the table and slowly approached him. He was a cubic-shaped robot of average height with a navy blue color scheme. Although his color was primarily blue, his forearms and lower part of his legs were silver.

Suddenly, she was standing next to him, not really knowing what to say.

"Um…hi," Twilight began, her hand trailing to the back of her head once again. "I'm your new lab partner! My name's Twilight! It's a pleasure to mee-"

"Move aside," a monotonous voice replied.

"Wh-what?"

She was suddenly staring into a bright ruby eye band. "You are in the way."

Looking behind her, the femme realized that she was standing between him and some of his equipment. Quickly she stepped aside and he reached forward to grab the equipment necessary for his current project. "Well, um, anyway, I'm-"

"Twilight. I heard you the first time," the navy blue robot replied. He began to set up the equipment. There was a long period of silence. Apprehension quickly faded into anger as the femme realized that he had no intentions of saying anything else.

"Well, aren't you…even going to introduce yourself?" she asked.

"Soundwave," the robot replied. He then turned to look at her again. "Our objective here is not to converse. It is to work. It is highly recommended that you leave me to my projects and work on yours."

With that said, he calmly turned and continued setting up his equipment. Twilight could only stare at him in disbelief before storming to her section of the lab.

How rude!

Author's Notes: I have taken on a challenge to write a -good- Mary Sue fic. This, I know, is going to be very, very difficult. So I decided that if I'm going to break one of my rules I will break them all. As a result, this fic is a mirror verse (Where the Autobots are evil and use propaganda to make the Decepticons look like the villains) with two original characters (Twilight and Arsenal). My objective is to break all of the rules that I've mentally established and see if I can still make it good. I hope that you like it so far.