For a second she wasn't sure what to think... -- SBR: Nova*Beacon

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Date Posted: 13:11:23 08/20/01 Mon
Author: Dark Star
Subject: For a second she wasn't sure what to think...
In reply to: NOVA*Beacon 's message, ""darkstar"" on 11:52:01 08/05/01 Sun

"do not make any indication you hear us; i am transmitting directly to your own internal frequency. the connection is difficult, and it shifts my focus somewhat, but with an able crew at my helm and disconnected from myself as i am, it presently is a moot point.

earlier, before i was interrupted, i was beginning to propose an idea i was toying with. your willingness to sacrifice yourself to my whole was impressive, and i explained my reasons why, even if it had been necessary, i would not--could not--accept. we will not burden you with a clumsy retelling of our origins again though; of that you will be spared." There seemed to be a 'smile' in the timbre of the ship's voice, a reassuring tone that put Darkstar at ease.

"ebonhawk and mercado are targetmasters. one, a cybertronian machine, purely technological. the other, an organic creature, a nebulan, like those who built me. But unlike the tla, mercado himself is part machine, and the very object of that group's hatred. those self-righteous purists condemned their brethren for becoming binary bonded cyborgs, and those they caught suffered greatly.

no one understands better than us the bonds of friendship and teamwork. the unified spark that makes up my being represents the single greatest union, but with a price. we were already slain once by the tla, and while i have new life my composite personas experienced a second death of sorts--the loss of individuality. with ebonhawk and mercado it is different; each remains unique yet both are part of a greater whole. whereas a gestalt temporarily loses the individual personas of its components as my 'predescessors' have permanently, headmasters, targetmasters and powermasters remain two. two and one at the same time, each anticipating the other's needs, each possessing some gift the other lacks.

i have a crew once more, darkstar, and a noble one. i am certain my association with the crew of the sp boardhopper will prove valuable to both parties, but i also know that someday their vessel may be rebuilt, and i may be alone once more. even if that does not happen, there are many things they cannot give me. i am too big, simply put. i cannot go out among the stars, or see a planet close up and appreciate its beauty. all these things i experience at a great distance, simulated through remote sensors. it is not the same.

i am not sure what i propose is even possible, but i wonder if a bond between us whereby you would be my eyes and ears amid the vast reaches of space might work. i would experience what you experience, travel to places you go that i cannot. i would always be with you and while our bond would give me freedom and the experience of a real life, even vicariously, i could be a source of added strength, at times channeling my own power through you even at a great distance, and being there for you in times of greatest need.

make no mistake; you are an impressive warrior in your own right and i probably need you more than you need me. but a binary bond between two sentient machines...a 'little sister' to tell her invalid 'brother' what is happening on the 'playground'? there is much potential here.

will you do it, darkstar? will you bond with me as heraldmaster and expand my awareness as you expand your power?

Dark Star stood silent numb, not sure what to say. It would be an honor to her to agree to do this, no more then that, it was like something she couldn't even begin to discribe. Yet even this was shadowed by the darkness of Stalker that always loomed in the back of her mind.

During the third war,one with which many had long forgotten, a war that waged over the future of the planet earth, she had fought along side the Decepticons, trying to litterly destroy the planet and make it into a giant war ship. She had killed, murdered innocent bots for this grand scheme. At one point her systems had split, and the innocent, known to them as North Star, side of her joined up with the Autobots of Earth trying to stop the Cons. However it was the fact that her other personality, that wanted nothing but distruction and mayhem, needed something to reign it in, or else everyone would die. North Star had taken in some of Stalkers traits and become Dark Star once more, eventully she was able to link with Stalker. But the fact was that Stalker corrupted what was North Star and nearly killed her.

Now here she was, with one worry in mind, if she did agree to this, would Stalker corrupt the Nova's unitiy spark. It sent a ripple down her spine, the thought of such a spark being twisted and multiated by Stalkers sick presence.

And you know I would try. Laughed Death Stalker from inside her mind. You know I would try to hurt it, and your little North Star would try to protect it wouldn't it. Like a mother a child. Yes, yes you would Dark Star. You were once the most feared being of Cybertron. A killer, and now your a gofore. You haven't the spine to take on that sort of responsiblity. Let alone the power that it would come with. YOur weak.

For a moment she listened to that darkness, heard stalker laugh at her. She wanted to disaper, to fade away. Then something deep with in her made her pause. It was a laugh of a young bot she had known years ago, he had trusted her as North Star, believed in her, that there was still some good deep in there. She had denied him, denied it to her self, trying to keep a good image up. The truth was she was terrified to be good, to help, to stop the pain. Even when all hell was breaking loose years ago durning the wars, she was scared of trying to do something right. That if she did it would eventully destroy her some how, be her undoing. She had seen many Autobots die trying to save the lives of those they cared about, for things they felt was right. She had always felt that they were fools, throwing their lives away for no reason at all. When in truth it was she who was the fool, a fool that was afraid to do what she felt was right. From there she heard a light voice, barly audible but still there.

You know what to do Dark Star, you always have, you were just afraid of what it would do to you. Try, trust yourself. I know you can do it.

She knew the voice well, it was North Star's. She heard it before, in dreams, when she was alone. That's when she heard it, it was a voice she trusted more then any thing else. She smiled lightly, and hopped that she could still get a hold of the Nova's spark.

Dark Star to Nova, I...I think I want to try this.

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