[LOG] New Era Dawning
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starformersWHO: Knock Out, Jane, BABY JEDI CYBERTRONIANS
WHERE: The Stanix Hot Spot, Cybertron
WHEN: Following Knock Out's message to Jane about the imminent emergence of the new protoforms
WHAT: The newsparks are about to emerge! Jane gets to meet her alien children for the first time, and Cybertron has its first natural sparklings in over four millions years.
WARNINGS: TBD
The monumental importance of this event couldn't be overstated. When the Well had gone dark after the ejection of the Allspark into deep space eons ago, it had snuffed out the colony worlds' Wells at the same time. It had, at the time, effectively been a death sentence for their species. Once the supply pre-harvested sparks had been fought over and claimed by each side, resulting in the MTO and Vehicon programs, new Cybertronian life had just... stopped happening. And it had stayed that way for the entirety of the war, as the Autobots and Decepticons slaughtered each other, as the ever-dwindling number of Neutrals were pushed deeper and deeper toward the fridges of the universe to try and escape the war's effects.
And even with the war declared over and the Allspark returned to the Well, there had been so many — Knock Out among them — who'd despaired to think their broken, ravaged world would ever support the creation of new sparks again. When the Hot Spot in Stanix had been found, it had been treated with utmost reverence and jubilation.
Knock Out had not anticipated being allowed anywhere near it, truth be told. No matter his defection in the last hours of the war, he had been a Decepticon and the Autobots were the winners. His reputation was known on both sides. At the very least, he'd have expected them to recall Ratchet from Earth — surely, for as much as the cranky old-timer was grieving the loss of his Prime, he wouldn't refuse to help the first generation of new Cybertronians in millions of years?
Nothing had played out as he'd expected. Knock Out was beginning to think he was losing his touch at reading people. The alliance with the First Order for kyber, the new but already substantial connection with Jane Solo as their representative... no, Knock Out hadn't really foreseen a lot of things.
Time enough to dwell on that later, he supposed. For now, he walked alongside the edge of the glowing fissure in the ground, taking readings and keeping a sharp eye for the moment the protoforms began to separate from their metallic cradles in the ground. He'd passed on the message to summon Jane to hurry if she wanted to see it, but other than himself, the lowland was quiet. The Parliament had strictly forbidden anyone from intruding on the site for fear of "contaminating" the newsparks. There was a standby medical contingent about a klik away, just past the next rise, but they weren't in visual range. He would only call them in if something went very wrong with the emergence, and for the moment, all eleven protoforms were thriving strongly with no indication of distress.
It wouldn't be long now, and Knock Out glanced skyward. Where was Jane?
WHERE: The Stanix Hot Spot, Cybertron
WHEN: Following Knock Out's message to Jane about the imminent emergence of the new protoforms
WHAT: The newsparks are about to emerge! Jane gets to meet her alien children for the first time, and Cybertron has its first natural sparklings in over four millions years.
WARNINGS: TBD
The monumental importance of this event couldn't be overstated. When the Well had gone dark after the ejection of the Allspark into deep space eons ago, it had snuffed out the colony worlds' Wells at the same time. It had, at the time, effectively been a death sentence for their species. Once the supply pre-harvested sparks had been fought over and claimed by each side, resulting in the MTO and Vehicon programs, new Cybertronian life had just... stopped happening. And it had stayed that way for the entirety of the war, as the Autobots and Decepticons slaughtered each other, as the ever-dwindling number of Neutrals were pushed deeper and deeper toward the fridges of the universe to try and escape the war's effects.
And even with the war declared over and the Allspark returned to the Well, there had been so many — Knock Out among them — who'd despaired to think their broken, ravaged world would ever support the creation of new sparks again. When the Hot Spot in Stanix had been found, it had been treated with utmost reverence and jubilation.
Knock Out had not anticipated being allowed anywhere near it, truth be told. No matter his defection in the last hours of the war, he had been a Decepticon and the Autobots were the winners. His reputation was known on both sides. At the very least, he'd have expected them to recall Ratchet from Earth — surely, for as much as the cranky old-timer was grieving the loss of his Prime, he wouldn't refuse to help the first generation of new Cybertronians in millions of years?
Nothing had played out as he'd expected. Knock Out was beginning to think he was losing his touch at reading people. The alliance with the First Order for kyber, the new but already substantial connection with Jane Solo as their representative... no, Knock Out hadn't really foreseen a lot of things.
Time enough to dwell on that later, he supposed. For now, he walked alongside the edge of the glowing fissure in the ground, taking readings and keeping a sharp eye for the moment the protoforms began to separate from their metallic cradles in the ground. He'd passed on the message to summon Jane to hurry if she wanted to see it, but other than himself, the lowland was quiet. The Parliament had strictly forbidden anyone from intruding on the site for fear of "contaminating" the newsparks. There was a standby medical contingent about a klik away, just past the next rise, but they weren't in visual range. He would only call them in if something went very wrong with the emergence, and for the moment, all eleven protoforms were thriving strongly with no indication of distress.
It wouldn't be long now, and Knock Out glanced skyward. Where was Jane?
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Date: 2020-09-25 07:27 am (UTC)Until its gaze settled on her and there was recognition in its eyes. Jane was positive. She would bet her life and her credits on it, that the newspark knew her. Holy kriff, she could almost cry.
Yes, safe. You're safe, she returned, still watching from a distance but with her Force presence wrapped as tightly around the sparkling as possible. There was no resistance, only warmth and fascination. I'm Jane. Hello.
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Date: 2021-01-16 11:23 am (UTC)Hello. Hello Jane. I am... There was a pause, light confusion and perplexity drifting through the Force. The youngling knew what they wanted to be called, but they didn't know how to impart that into words. Instead, Jane is treated to the mental image of a vast and starry night sky, lit by colourful ribbons of atmospheric disturbance.
That is me.
Knock Out had tried to describe the process by which Cybertronians came by their names... that they chose them for themselves, but it wasn't so much a conscious decision so much as it felt like realizing what a mental image they were sparked with translated to. It wasn't unusual for newsparks to go days or weeks or even months before they could figure it out, which was why Knock Out had already assigned them alphanumeric designators as placeholders. By the same token, most didn't choose any kind of social pronoun preference until they had a better grasp of the language.
Another protoform had begun to stir in the liquid metal of the Hot Spot, so Knock Out patted the heavy flier on the head. "Try the Galactic Standard language pack if you're feeling adventurous," he said in Cybertronian, before rising to his feet. "And be gentle with the human, they're very breakable."
"You can come closer," Knock Out said to Jane. "Just be careful. They won't know their own strength yet, and this is one of the larger ones."