TFP - Dark Star :Part One:

Part One: Rebirth

Standing off to the side, watching as her world was destroyed, Fusion froze. Her spark pounded in her chest, ricocheting off of the walls of its chamber like a wild shot fired from a human weapon. All around her, life seemed to slow and then stop, nothing moved, nothing breathed. There was nothing but the fiery ball that had once been Omega-1. Silent screams filled her processor as she thought of the others, the ones who had been trapped on the station.

Suddenly, time began again and she realized she was screaming, hunched over as though in pain with her arms wrapped tightly about her abdomen. Hands gripped her shoulders tightly, keeping her from pitching forward. Ignoring the grip, she continued to scream until her voice disappeared. And still, she screamed inwardly, silently like those lost to the senseless battle on the station. Squeezing her optics shut, she fell to her knees and cried harshly. It was not long before darkness overtook her vision and her processor went, blessedly, numb.




Waking was difficult, her body did not want to respond to the commands of her processor, her optics stubbornly refused to open, and her limbs felt as though they were floating in midair. Only her audio receptors seemed to be functioning properly.

The sounds that came from those around her were familiar, comforting. Items being moved from one place to the next; quiet voices murmuring to one another, the words impossible to make out. Quiet footsteps marking the movement of those present in the room with her. And yet, there was an odd quality to the sounds, as though they were distant.

Forcing her optics open, she looked up at the high, dark ceiling. There was no illumination in the room she currently occupied. Turning her head slowly, the servos in her neck creaking as she did so, she discovered a doorway, the metal door closed almost all the way. Something stopped it from closing completely, allowing a stream of light to enter the room, along with the sounds from without. Looking the other direction, she found a bank of monitors and diagnostic equipment – she was in a medical bay. Where, she did not know. Her memory of the events that had lead up to now were fuzzy, incomprehensible. Each time she reached out with her processor, trying to dredge them up, they moved further away and a deep sense of terrifying fear and longing enveloped her spark. Whatever had happened, she was blocking it. Probably for the better, if there was such a large amount of negative emotion attached to it.

Taking air into her vents in a sigh, she sat up, wincing at the pain in her abdominal region. Her hand gripped the area instinctively and she felt something wet and slightly sticky beneath her palm. Bringing the extremity away from the affected area, she suppressed a gasp as she saw the faintly glowing form of her life's blood covering her palm. Something horrible had indeed happened, though she did not know what it was.

Footsteps approached the door and she looked up, blinking at the harshness of the light that flooded the examination suite she was in. A silhouette stood there in the open doorway; slender, graceful, and, somehow, cocky. A femme, perhaps the medic who was tending to her. Slowly, her optics adjusted, filtering out the bright light and allowing her a glimpse of the one who stood before her. A slight gasp passed her lips as she realized the bot was a mech.

"Hm, surprised to see me, Sparklet?" the voice was not effeminate, at least.  

She said nothing, simply staring at the mech, waiting. Though she did not recognized him, could not name him, nor place him, there was a deep sense of foreboding inside of her spark. Somehow, she knew she should keep quiet and allow him to do the talking. Though she was finding it hard not to ask him why he had such a feminine design to his form.

"No witty comments or quips? You must have been damaged far worse than I first thought," he moved closer and leaned down, placing a hand against her injury.

The air in her systems whooshed out from her vents as pain flared throughout her receptors. Gritting her dental plates, she fought the urge to slam her balled fist into his side and run from the bay. If not for the knowledge that such a move would cause even worse damage to her chassis, she would do so.

"Hm…" the medic moved back, releasing the pressure from her wound and stepping back to examine her full form. She watched him warily, ready to jump away should he try anything unwelcome.

As time passed, she began to feel more and more uncomfortable, her processor dredging up ideas that had no merit, yet seemed perfectly plausible. Reasons for her presence in this medical bay that ranged from her being a slave to a spy to an accident prone individual, all of them made sense as it passed through her processor, yet none of them seemed like the answer.

"Bring Luminescence in here," the mech's voice rang out suddenly, startling her badly enough that she did kick out involuntarily as she shoved her way to the other side of the medical berth. She watched as he dodged to the side, a glower passing over his features.

The glower brought forth an irresistible urge to snap at him, though she did choose her words carefully, "Don't DO THAT!"

With the demand, the glower disappeared and was replaced by a smirk that made her synthetic flesh crawl. There was sense of having seen that smirk and experience its meaning in the recesses of her memory core. However, no images came to the forefront and she chose to place that recognition into the rear of her processor for later examination. For now, she needed to stay focused on what was currently going on around her.

"What is it Knockout?" a femme demanded as she stepped inside the examination suite, her armor was a deep purple with black lines, marred by deep gouges and burn marks. Yet, where the mech had brought forth a recognition of fear and intimidation, this femme brought a sense of relief, as though she was someone to be trusted.

"Tell me what you see when you look at our dear Sparklet," the medic, Knockout, suggested as he stepped to the side.

The femme, Luminescence, stepped forward and examined her closely, "Tell me, what the last thing you remember is."

Leaning back against her palms, she considered the question carefully, digging through the dark patches that had taken the place of her memories. One seemed to stand out above the others, the only one that did not offer pain and confusion. She focused on it before looking up at them both.

"I… remember running through a thick jungle after a friend, laughing and playing," she responded before sighing and continuing, "But, that is all… I do not know where I am, who you are, or even… who I am."

The two before her exchanged looks, expressions that she could not clearly see passing across their faceplates as they regarded one another. When they turned back toward her, neither looked different. Knockout continued to smirk and Luminescence was frowning deeply.

"Do not worry, little one, we will help you remember who you are. You can trust me, after all, I am your mother," Luminescence smiled slightly as she spoke, reaching out toward her.

"My mother?" she felt some of the confusion lift as she grasped the hand held before her, "What is my name?"

"Your name is…" Luminescence stated, the small smile growing wider, "Darkstar."