Chapter 42: A Skyfather-Level Surtur Is Enslaved
That Transformer was... Ratchet!
The Autobot medic, and one of their sharpest scientific minds.
Honestly, it was kind of tragic. After all this time, Martin finally had someone on his team who could actually think.
Up until now, whenever a problem came up, his crew would just huddle together, mutter a quick "screw it, let's do it," and charge in headfirst.
Sure, Bruce Banner was still around, but he was mostly along for the ride. There were still secrets Martin couldn't let him in on, at least, not yet.
The man needed a longer observation period.
It was rough. Every battle so far had been pure brute force.
"O Great Creator, I hope my intellect proves worthy of your trust."
The Autobot stepped forward, white chassis gleaming, optics sharp with intelligence.
...
[Ratchet]
Faction: Autobot Legion – Chief Medical Officer
Personality: Cautious (Failure Rate -70%)
Height: 6.4 Meters
Energon Output: 4,000,000 units
Status: Optimal
Combat Rating: Tier-3
Signature Quote: "If you break it, I'll fix it!"
Evaluation: The most respected medic and scientist in the Autobot ranks. Known for his diagnostic precision and deep expertise in Cybertronian biology. A brilliant assistant and an irreplaceable asset in any scientific endeavor.
...
Martin scanned Ratchet's data profile, then looked up at the towering Autobot with a smile.
"Welcome aboard, Ratchet. I've got a critical task for you."
He casually dropped the shattered fragments of Mjolnir onto the ground, followed by the mangled remnants of the Destroyer Armor.
"I need you to analyze the power within this hammer and reforge it into a longsword, a weapon suited for Optimus Prime. And as for this armor, study it as well. I'll be reviewing your progress regularly."
Ratchet hesitated, clearly at a loss.
"O Great Creator, my primary expertise is in biology. I'm not particularly well-versed in mechanical engineering or mysticism... Wheeljack and Shockwave would be far better suited to this."
The Autobot medic, who had initially been eager to contribute, now looked visibly conflicted, frustrated, even. Not because he lacked the will, but because the request was outside his domain. He feared his results wouldn't live up to Martin's expectations.
Martin chuckled.
"Don't worry, Ratchet. I'm not expecting you to finish the job yourself. I just need you to lay the groundwork, gather the foundational data. Once more specialized scientists arrive, they'll be able to continue from where you left off."
Ratchet let out a mechanical sigh of relief.
Martin fell silent for a moment, then, right in front of Ratchet, held up a flickering crimson flame in the palm of his hand.
The Eternal Flame.
"The life energy within this fire... it's unlike anything I've seen."
Ratchet scanned it instantly, his optics flared in awe. As a biologist, he instantly perceived the unique essence pulsing within the flame. Its allure captivated him on a fundamental level.
Martin extended his other hand. From within his flesh, a black cube slowly emerged, its surface pulsing with dormant energy.
The AllSpark.
Without hesitation, Martin brought the Eternal Flame closer, inch by inch, until the two artifacts touched. Then he pressed them together, fusing the Eternal Flame into the AllSpark's core.
An immediate backlash surged through the chamber.
A wave of soul-chilling screams echoed from the Eternal Flame, like countless tortured spirits crying out in anguish. A spectral silhouette wreathed in fire erupted from the flame, shrieking with rage.
"WHO DARES TARNISH MY UNDYING INFERNO?!"
The voice was unmistakable, Surtur, the Fire Giant, Skyfather-class being of Muspelheim. His fury and shock crackled through every syllable.
But Martin didn't even flinch. He regarded Surtur's wrath with chilling indifference.
Once the AllSpark fully absorbs the Eternal Flame, your Eternal Flame, Surtur, you won't just be powerless. You'll be mine.
In moments, the AllSpark's internal structure adapted and stabilized. The wild chaos of the flame was rapidly compressed, consumed, and absorbed by the cube's inscrutable mechanisms.
Surtur's roars turned to screams. Powerless, he watched his very soul, the Eternal Flame, his life's essence, fall under Martin's control.
"Damn you, Odin! You gave my Eternal Flame to this... this abomination! I swear I'll raze Asgard to the ground!"
Surtur's hatred boiled over. He understood what was happening now, he was being enslaved. And in his fury, he did what came naturally: curse Odin for everything.
When in doubt, blame Odin. It's all his fault anyway.
"It's done."
Martin held up the AllSpark, now perfectly serene, a simple black cube betraying nothing of the cosmic event it had just orchestrated. As if absorbing the core essence of a Skyfather had been no more consequential than taking a breath.
But Martin, whose very body had fused with the AllSpark, could feel the change, and he smiled.
He now possessed a Skyfather-class subordinate. At any moment, he could resurrect Surtur, unleashing a force capable of bringing Ragnarok-level destruction to worlds across the multiverse.
And more importantly, Surtur could not die.
Not anymore. Not after the Eternal Flame had been fully assimilated into Martin's control.
Resurrectable at will. Bound to his will. A living cataclysm that would never fade, no matter how many times he was struck down.
A perfect weapon. Loyal, tireless, and indestructible.
And best of all?
Martin now wielded Surtur's immortality as his own.
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