Transformative Deployment


Written by Septia.


The stillness of space extended to every hall of the ship. The vast silence buffered by the drone of machinery for preserving the optimal environment and gravity, from the hangars, to the personal quarters, to the wast halls of the WCz. 
	-Vrrhhnng- Metal sheets ground apart to craft an opening for the towering machine threading through. 
	“I'll be honest,” spoke the automaton as it entered, “were it not for my pristine olfactory receptors I could not have guessed you were 'finished' in there,” it spoke with digits drumming over the flexible metals of its abdomen, “but the sheer stench which the culmination of your existence had lead up to, is by far the greatest impact you have contributed to the universe as a whole…” he fanned over his face whilst seating himself back on the cubical throne dominating the room. “And despite that appalling stench of frail, biological byproducts, it would still take an advanced, sophisticated olfactory receptors such as my own to even acknowledge them. How pathetic to consider your greatest accomplishment to be so minuscule.” The robot shook is head as it descended, the clang of alien metals slotting together, into a polymer parameter around the bot's behind. 
	“But rejoice, former mortal, for you are in the presence of starscream's bowels, where I, great bot that I am, deigns to acknowledge the meagre contributions you have done to pollute my airspace, and the modicum of material you will mould out my hind with. Any other low grade hunk of metal calling itself a bot would merely expel you as they went about tending to more crucial tasks, so do count your favours, and revel in the few moments I deign to consider your existence,” Starscream proclaimed, leaning back to assume a position of optimal comfort and payload dispatch. 
	A hatch rumbled and unlatched -Bbrfffwwrrrtth- a cascade of smog venting out from the superior machine's hind, soaking the surroundings in smog of grey burnished chitin and charred sinew. Tendrils of this smoke seeped throughout the interspace of rubber and metal, amidst the next salvo the pillars of pollution reached Starscream's contemplative countenance, contorting in the caustic cloud. -Vrrhhfffoooopfh- 
	“Phaa, phuaa, by the circuits of cybertron, are you certain you were not already diseased and decaying when I consumed you? You are defiling the entire Waste Containment zone.” -Pfprbhrrooof- Another cloud flushed through the tunnels in the funnels of his machinery. 
	As fans in the WCz worked to sustain the atmosphere's equilibrium, the machine cracked a smirked. “Oh, yes, you were most certainly alive. Even now your struggles linger in my mind: desperate, delusional…” -Chrrlrlpshs- -Crvvffhsl- A crinkle of moulding polymers and wedging metals rumbled from the bowl below, as what remained of you eked onwards. “Uuurg,” Starscream concluded, “Disgusting…” 


-Crhrltpsgh- -Rrggllrrhss- The metal polymer parted wide, the rubber lined walls clenching the residue of your life together and ferrying the resulting clump of refuse through the mechanical behemoth's bowels. -Sclrlprhth- The mass of your form framed in a serenade of creaks and crinkles -Scllpthct- the pressure trawling the mound forwards, outwards.
	There was sparse difference between the machine's insides and the gaping abyss of the waste receptacle. Though, the limited lighting ferried in through the slivers in the bowl gave you a spotlight to what remained of your mortal coil. -Cllptch- the clog of bio waste wedged in the sprawling tip of the machine glistened in the light it could reflect, highlighting the raised segments of compact carbon coated in a membrane of bowel forged lubricants to ease your journey from the guts, partitioned by a network of fissures cutting through the surface, showcasing where significant portions of your body had been severed and sautéed for ease of processing to later compile into this slab of sewage cutting through the murky texture of tensile tripe.
	“Phuck, is that really you back there?” Starscream asked with horror to his tone, “you feel, larger than, mmf, more impactful in this form, in contrast to the frail journey through my neck. How did you manage to produce so much refuse?” He parted his legs, peering down at your form. Seeing the pockmarked pillar protruding from his posterior, permeated in a potent putrid perfume of poached slugs and pickled prunes. The uniform nature disturbed by grotesque bulbs of hardened indigestibles, forming warts on the mire of mulch. 
	“Dear me… You manage to be as disgusting as you sound, the bark might even outclass this. How… Is that really you?” Starscream asked, with a cock of an eyebrow, “How could you possibly turn out worse than you already were? Perhaps this is merely some less significant bio matter I've consumed in the past… Hmm, couldn't be, I'd remember devouring anything with more importance than you…” Starscream shook his head, gritting his teeth as his bowels contracted and funnelled you further with a squelch of kneading machinery throughout the pipeline of his processing plant. 


-Chrlrlptwlp- -Clpghtht- The mound of your frame elongated as thread through the elegant brim, leaving a residue of blackened, oily sludge curdled on Starscream's rim as you unfurled form his bowels. 
	“A true shame, that not even my dignified insides could reform you to anything of more impressive substance, you truly mfmfg, were a lost cause. I' would pity you, were it not for my merciful termination of your suffering…” he continued as the mound crawled outwards, a gargantuan bale of processed filth, yet barely rivalling the girth of his thumb. Starscream shifted backwards to deploy his dick, folding out of his pelvis and aimed right down the bowl, next to the might of his member you were but a twig. -Flrlmfa- a surge of fluids coursed down through the length and escaped in a beam of amber nectar. Draining the fluid into the bowl ahead of you, what matter of your macerated form had not already been expelled through the vapours of his flatulence or was confined in the manure worming through his pucker was safely expelled through the exchange of fluids. 
	“Haa, that certainly eases the pressure, I am of the mind one should count the small satisfactions available, be that as lowly a contribution as a fresh piss,” he mused, straightening his back, and clenched his hind. -Clltpths- -Klpstt- The brim pinched into your frame, seamlessly cleaving the bale in twain, and severed from the suspension to the hind, the mound toppled like a tower of marzipan, falling straight into the puddle of your own fat rendered into amber -Ctthpluutrch-. The mass moulded to the bottom, a spattering wave of yellow pungency in the perimeter of the toilet, to droop back down and converge on the sausage of bio waste at its center. 
	“Mmgh sphaa,” Starscream sighed as he eased his brim, -Shhrrllttch- allowing the tail end of the manure to burgeon through his brim, trawling out in a smooth stretch of filth, -Jrrlurrggsh- till something lodged itself shut. Your right femur, softened by corrosive treatments through the bowels, but submerged in enough thick muck to remain an obstacle for the behemoth above. 
	“Mgmth,” Starscrean mused as he pinched his pucker together -Cllrpth- and the last whole piece of your body; milled into dust in the thick bulb of polymer skin, the last time next the time the pucker parted, it sung the end of your parting. 
	-Cllpthtuh- A light thud from the mound smacking into the curl at the bottom, its texture melding together form the fall, seams washed in waves of hot, fluid waste, sculpting an abstract art piece of the coiled slab of sludge. 
	“Haaa, are we done back there?” Starscream teased as he stood, prying a patch of felt paper from a dispatch unit on the wall, and drawing it back through his crack. -Cfffhht- -Frrlchht- The fabric coursed through the canyon of his crack, budging into the pucker that warped to his touch as the curdled residue of your masticated form soaked into the texture, clinging from the sleek surface to the absorbent textile. -Cllthh- -Cllprth- A few more scrubs vacated any trace of your being from the creature to mark the tomb of your existence. He discarded the patch the moment he was finished, letting the paper flutter down to land on the heap. -Krrhhhlgss- it clung to your form, your blackened umber hue bleeding into its crumbed texture; a faint resistance to how it concealed the meager crumbs of your existence. 
	“Haa, that is delightful, to part ways. There is clearly no salvation for your kind, and once I'm in charge, I'll extend the kindness of liberating them, in a similar though less extravagant way than I’ve dealt with you. Cannot take my time to indulge every pathetic species that stands in my way, and you prove no exception,” he concluded, and flicked a lever on the wall. -Frrllrlrpth- A cleaning agent flooded thrown the walls of the bowl, collecting into the pile of refuse, submerging it in a swirl of cerulean fluids before draining in a spiral down the pipeline of the spacecraft. “Rejoice, in the case any of you was deigned worthy to repair my ass, you shall be smothered to my throne where the highest honour any of your race will be awarded, right where they belong, beneath me.” 
	The light faded -Ghlslpthth- as the fluids drained, ferrying the waste rendered from your life, sucked into the gape of the sewers. Out of sight, and shortly, out of mind.