thechaosbringer

Somewhere... In this universe or another...


Disgusting...

New life on Cybertron, which is annoying enough. But when it's life created using something from another world as a means to help that other world...

He'd thought about stamping it out with thoroughness, but then another idea sidled into his brain. One he liked better than outright termination of the sparkling.

"*You have summoned me master?*"

No one could see him, for he was not there in the physical world.

AH, FALLEN. EVEN AFTER ALL THESE MILLENNIA YOU STILL ANSWER ME READILY.

"*I am here to do as you command...*" the voice—which seemed to straddle the boundaries between what you hear with your ears and what you hear with your mind—said. "*What is it that you wish of your minion?*"

An image was sent deep into subspace, where the Fallen lived. An image of a protoform lying in induced stasis.

THE SPARKLING. I WANT IT. BRING IT TO ME. I HAVE PLANS FOR IT.

"*It will be done, master.*"

EXCELLENT.

While the Fallen was suitably occupied, he'd make his way to a now-familiar place...