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Characters:Abominus, Megatron Location: Nemesis Science Lab, Subsection Content Warnings: TBD Plot Summary: The newest addition to the Decepticons is born...
Abominus waited patiently behind the glass wall. The were alarms buzzing all through this section of the ship, although they didn't sound bad to him. They sounded more like... alert sirens, than an intruder alert. Hopefully they were for him, and hopefully it wasn't because he'd done something wrong. What could he have done wrong, even? There wasn't much he could do by floating. Maybe it had been the hello... that might've freaked everyone out. Was he not supposed to be in the tank? Had he been trespassing? Despite all the questions he asked himself, Abominus came up with no answers. He felt he should be answering these questions given that he could think now, but nope. Nothing.
They were calling Megatron.
Who was Megatron, other than a name he'd been hearing in the back of his head for the past few weeks? They sounded important. If they were important, they could let him out! His mandibles clicked in excitement. Realizing that he actually had mandibles, Abominus looked down to see. He was amazingly large when compared to the Vehicons. Could probably snap them in half with his bare hands if he wanted to. It felt like he'd done that before, though. He had hands! And legs! HE WAS A PERSON. He was a person floating in a glorified glass jar, on display.
There was a part of Megatron that had been irritated that he was having to trudge all the way to the science lab, but he had been rather intrigued just this once. The Predacon that had been scientifically engineered seemed to be ready, so much so that the alarms had been triggered. Leave it to the vehicons to panic over nothing.
The tyrant made his way into the room, optics immediately turning in the direction of the tube in which the specimen had been contained. Full of life, ready to be unleashed..
"Out of the way." Megatron made his way through, standing before the tube... practically face to face with the beast. His crimson optics stared into the optics of the Predacon, a smirk growing. Whether the vehicons or anyone else on the Nemesis was ready, Megatron was letting this thing run rampant. He pressed the button, allowing the tube to open up so that he could get to know this Predacon.
"Step forward, Predacon. Show us what you are capable of."
The excitement Abominus had been feeling in his spark about being finally released was tempered by the knowledge that he didn't quite know how to walk. He could talk though; he'd been 50% sure of that. As the tank he'd been bred in slowly began to drain, the hulking beast of a Predacon slumped down to the floor. Once the glass tube had full opened itself, Abominus took a wobbling first step out in his beast mode. He was less than graceful during his first display, although it wasn't the most eye-catching part of his 'birth'.
Rather, his features were. Abominus's body couldn't decide if it wanted wings, extra arms or tentacles, and it was physically cycling through each and every possible option. To his credit, he was feeling absolutely pumped! So pumped in fact, that he needed to transform just to burn off some of the extra energy. The Chimera let loose a disturbing howl before it folded in on itself several times over. A vaguely Predaking shape emerged from the harrowing mess of sentio metallico.
Abominus towered over his creator, his form having finally been given a semblance of a definite shape. He was VERY hungry, called his spark. Something would have to be done about that burning drive sooner or later. The Predacon looked to Megatron with a pair of very familiar yellow optics, eagerly. Although he'd just been born a minute ago, Abominus knew precisely what he was capable of.
"Megatron..." he spoke, his tone quietly filtered with awe. This had to be Megatron, otherwise he was surely about to be slapped. His instincts kicking in, Abominus bent his knee towards his master, bowing his head. His reasoning for doing so was murky at best, as if he almost weren't sure just why himself.
Megatron's grin stayed right where it was as the Predacon came forth, albeit not in the most graceful of ways. It by no means intimidated him (what did?), and he was quite eager to see just what this creature could do. Another hunter in his army to destroy the Autobots.. Shockwave's research had done him well.
“Yes.. step forward.”
His crimson optics watched as the beast knelt down before him, the tyrant ever amused. “It would seem that you know your place, Predacon. You will bow down before your Master.. and serve the Decepticon cause.” If only some of his troops would show this much loyalty without command. Starscream immediately came to mind, but even he had his moments when he knew not to test Megatron's patience.
And the creature even knew his name~.
“I suppose you were expecting a warm welcome, but that is not how we do things here. You were created for the sole purpose of destroying the Autobot menace that plagues this planet.” Crimson optics trained themselves on the beast, studying it. Perhaps a name would be of benefit. All deserved at least a designation, and not just some number for identification. “You shall be called... Abominus. Now, Abominus.. show me what you can do.”
The Predacon stood as he was commanded to, and stepped before his master. He regarded Megatron with an unwavering gaze, hungry to be put to the test. Then, the figure before him spoke of a most peculiar word.
Decepticon...
It sounded like a noun, a proper noun. Was Megatron a Decepticon? He thought so. He didn't rightfully know what a Decepticon was, but it seemed that he served them now. It was a purple-ish sounding word.
Then came another odd word.
Autobot...
Given how both words were used in relation to each other, he could only surmise that they were opposites, in some sense. If that were true, the Autobots were now his sworn enemies.
And then finally, his nomenclature had finally been made concrete.
"Abominus..."
Having a name for himself gave Abominus a sense of power beyond the dark energon coursing through his body. He had an identity. He was now a defined, extant entity that was capable of self-awareness.
When commanded to display his power, all Abominus could think to do was eat. Naturally, he lunged at Megatron first. Or, he would have, had his body not stopped obeying him in that moment. The towering Predacon simply twitched in place as some obscure part of his mind told him No. Not wanting to disappoint Megatron, Abominus turned his gaze to the next available morsel, one of the Vehicons manning one of the many consoles sprawled around the room.
Abominus stretched out his arm towards one of the drones, as if trying to grab it from his current position. Naturally, his arm was much too short. Unnaturally, it suddenly exploded into a mass of tentacles pouring out from where his elbow used to be. The writhing appendages ensnared the helpless Vehicon, as well as the console they had been stationed at, pulling them both clear across the room. As both the Vehicon and console quivered in fear before him, Abominus found himself faced with a conundrum; his mouth was too small to eat them!
Still determined as ever, Abominus suddenly split his head in half down the middle, lengthways. Still too small. As a set of fangs sprouted from his new 'mouth', the rest of Abominus's torso soon followed suit, splitting itself open in order to turn roughly half of his body into one massive maw. His prey were lowered into the gnashing blades below, after which the mouth itself closed, and Abominus once again stood as his usual self, in addition to the unsettling crunching and warping noises coming from deep inside him.
He twitched again as the energon from his meal finally hit him. Abominus regarded Megatron again, somehow having gained a slight bit of intelligence. "That was... lacking..."
Megatron only stood back and watched as Abominus launched his assault on the Vehicons who stood before it, a proud yet menacing look plastered onto his faceplate. This Predacon was vicious and just as lethal as he wished for him to be. A worthy adversary and threat to the Autobots~.
Of course, now he would have to call in additional Vehicons to clean up the mess that had been left by what was essentially now Abominus' chew toys. He'd have to tell the newly created creature not to eat them all. After all, he needed to save the pawns for later battles, and he couldn't have the Predacon destroying them all. Though... it would be useful in striking fear into those that didn't immediately follow his orders.
But then again, didn't he have the DJD for that?
"I am hard press to call that lacking, Abominus. You have displayed fine skills that will be prove useful to the Decepticon cause. You shall rain terror upon the lowly Autobots who have stolen our home planet of Cybertron from us."