Transformers - Instruments of Destruction

[General Havoc]

Reaper entered the room without comment, without theatrics, and without interest in what anyone else might make of those things. Megatron had called him to a meeting, and here he was. The rest was up to the others.

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Wheeljack was abnormally excited. One could perhaps forgive him this, given the occasion.

"All of you know full well what this is about," said Wheeljack. "For months, I have been working on desgining this...."

Wheeljack spun the worktable around and inclined it enough so that they could all see the little Transformer laying dormant upon it.

"I've explained the theory behind this little one a thousand times already. I know many of you have your.... doubts.... about weather or not I should be spending my time on more military persuits, but to that I have said and continue to say that I did not come to this planet solely to create machines of war so that you could all go kill each other, but to find new and interesting design philosophiesfor me to base my designs around. I believe I have done so, and besides all that he is finally done, so the debate is now closed."

"Whatever your opinions were on this matter, whatever you thought I should or shouldn't have been doing, I am now finished. This transformer here, whom I am about to activate, is now one of us, and it is my FIRM hope, that you will all welcome him to our organization with the respect..." Wheeljack glowered at Ironhide, "... and appreciation that he, as a fellow Autobot is due from you all."

Wheeljack nodded to Spike, who activated power to the workbench. "I have decided to name this one 'Hornet', after the human aircraft I drew inspiration from. I already know that the word refers originally to some form of insect that is native to Earth, so I would GREATLY appreciate it if his first memory was not that of all of you telling him that. Be NICE, and be POLITE. This one won't be like all the rest of you. Remember that his personality core is dynamic. It will still be forming for the first couple thousand millenia or so. Bear this all in mind."

Wheeljack took the transformer equivelant of a deep breath, nodded once more to Spike, who nodded back after checking a screen, and then typed in the code to initiate the full startup proceedure.

For a few moments, nothing happened. Then slowly lights began to light up first on the instruments attached to the small Autobot, and then on the robot itself. Screens on computers nearby announced assimilation of the spark was complete after barely a matter of seconds. Nobody knew how a spark really worked, or how it interfaced with a robot's mechanical body, but it never failed.... well almost never anyway.

And then, slowly, the little robot began to wake up.

It was not so simple as switching on a lightbulb. The startup process for a transformer was infinitely more complex than that of even a supercomputer, and yet, slowly, the Autobot's optics began to show a faint light, and then to slowly begin to glow. The sensory input subroutines came online, and the motor actuators, and then, finally, the Autobot began to stir.

He twitched his hand first, like a motor tremmor once, then again, and then slowly closed and opened his hands. He then turned his head to the side, and back again slowly, as though his own systems were testing themselves. And then, slowly and uneasily, he raised his head, blinked once or twice, and with some difficulty (the motors were not fully warmed up yet), sat up on the workbench.

Wheeljack said nothing as the little Autobot slowly took in his new surroundings. All around him were other robots, all of them larger to one degree or another than he was. The little robot undoubtedly was filled with all manner of questions, and confusions, but as Wheeljack had hoped (and half-proven on simulations), these did not overload his processor, which even now was filling his spark in on what he was, who he was, and what he was doing here."

And then, finally, sitting on the workbench which he had been built on, the little Autobot smiled unmistakably (it had taken Wheeljack months to get those protocols right, and spoke in a light, chirpy voice.

"Hi," he said to those assembled. "I'm Hornet." He gazed around the room with his light blue optics glowing like searchlights. "Who are you?"

[Anonymous]

Nebula chose to lean against the wall and looked at Soundwave wondering how long he would be willing to wait for the Aerialbots to arive. She felt no need to actually speak to anyone. She was excited about doing a mission, but such youthful enthusiasm was rarely apreciated.

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In the back of the room stood Snow, her arms crossed. "Right..." She said to herself. I should at least be present when the little guy wakes up. Snow was still cross with Optimus, eventhough he seemed oblivious to this.

But as the moment of Hornet's awakening grew closer, Snow's curiosity was sparked. She moved forward and joined the other Autobots to listen to WheelJack. She had been just in time.... The creator was just finished and the spark was already fuzing with the robot.

He began to move. first only a hand, and his head, and a few seconds later he worked himself into a sitting position. "Hi." The small one said in a cheery voice. "I'm Hornet. Who are you?" The fembot was a little suprised, his voice, the way he acted, it was all very disarming. More so than she had expected.

"Well..." She said after a moment of silence. "We're the Autobots." Snow spoke with some measure of pride. "I'm Snow." She smiled smugly as she gestured to herself.