Post by Jazzman Crothers on Feb 28, 2013 2:47:24 GMT -5
The dark smoke that covered the barren metal surface made it hard to see. It was as if a fog had come in to settle and claim the space as it's own. There wasn't much to see here anyways. The barren grounds of the wasteland provided nothing to those who came across it.
As the night continued on its long trek in to the late hours of the stella cycle, a rush of feet moving as fast as possible could be heard. Metallic echos bounced around as the one running did so in earnest. Every so often the sound of running would stop, so that a new direction could be chosen, or so the one making their way through the smoke could get back up after they had tripped themselves up.
The sound of running wasn't common for out here. No one lived out here. And if they did live out here it wasn't for very long.
Another set of feet running was added to the sounds of the night. And another. And yet another one. These feet belonged to the predators known as the Alicons. Robots that could turn into lizard like creatures. Tonight they were after a run away slave who had managed to escape a convoy of slaves just like her.
The slave kept stumbling in the smoke, unable to see where she could run to and find safety. And she could hear the Alicon behind her. They sounded like they were in their creature mode. Creatures with rows of sharp teeth down a long snout. They would make short work of her. She just hoped it would be quick.
As the slave pressed on, the worst occurred. Before her stood a wall, a dead end. She had no where to go. She looked about and saw that she was cut off. No where to go and the Alicons were right behind her, slowly beginning to creep on her. With her back against the wall as bright red and cruel optics stared her down. As a last minute gesture, the slave dropped to her knees and began to pray an ancient Cybertronian prayer,
"To the millions of stars that rain above.
Prepare to accept me for all I am and what I capable of.
May Primus keep me and take my spark,
Before the chaos claims it for the dark.
By mighty hand and battle cry,
Make me into more then meets the eye.
But if now is not the time for my spark's release,
Send me the warrior to protect and keep the peace."
The slave's head snapped back as if it had been hit with great force. But actually it was the sudden shock of fear that made the slave jerk back as she heard a Alicon scream in pain. Growling and metal clashing was all she heard just a few feet away from her. The sound of a fight had just begun. Unable to do anything, the slave just listened and watched for anything to see. Then as the fighting began to reach a high pitch, she heard a final crack of broken metal and saw something fly through the air toward her. Landing in front of her the head of a Alicon then rolled past her and disappeared into the smoke again.
The slave remained nervous and fearful. For whatever could do that to three of the Qunitesson's Alicons would do with her as they pleased. Listening, the slave then heard someone approach.
Then in plain site stood a stoic robot. Tall and decked on in orange colours with a pair of wings on his back, the stranger also held a sword covered in energon fuel. Then the stranger looked down at the slave. "Leave this ill fated land and never return. I shall not be able to come to your aid again. May Primus watch over your spark. Now go, run!"
The slave remained still for a moment, not knowing what to do. Then she gathered her courage and disappeared in to the smoke. The stranger watched her go, knowing that her journey would be a dangerous one. Then from out the smoke, the sound of more Alicons could be heard. The stranger took his sword and readied it before disappearing back into the smoke to hunt down those who would bring harm to those they chose to enslave.
As the night continued on its long trek in to the late hours of the stella cycle, a rush of feet moving as fast as possible could be heard. Metallic echos bounced around as the one running did so in earnest. Every so often the sound of running would stop, so that a new direction could be chosen, or so the one making their way through the smoke could get back up after they had tripped themselves up.
The sound of running wasn't common for out here. No one lived out here. And if they did live out here it wasn't for very long.
Another set of feet running was added to the sounds of the night. And another. And yet another one. These feet belonged to the predators known as the Alicons. Robots that could turn into lizard like creatures. Tonight they were after a run away slave who had managed to escape a convoy of slaves just like her.
The slave kept stumbling in the smoke, unable to see where she could run to and find safety. And she could hear the Alicon behind her. They sounded like they were in their creature mode. Creatures with rows of sharp teeth down a long snout. They would make short work of her. She just hoped it would be quick.
As the slave pressed on, the worst occurred. Before her stood a wall, a dead end. She had no where to go. She looked about and saw that she was cut off. No where to go and the Alicons were right behind her, slowly beginning to creep on her. With her back against the wall as bright red and cruel optics stared her down. As a last minute gesture, the slave dropped to her knees and began to pray an ancient Cybertronian prayer,
"To the millions of stars that rain above.
Prepare to accept me for all I am and what I capable of.
May Primus keep me and take my spark,
Before the chaos claims it for the dark.
By mighty hand and battle cry,
Make me into more then meets the eye.
But if now is not the time for my spark's release,
Send me the warrior to protect and keep the peace."
The slave's head snapped back as if it had been hit with great force. But actually it was the sudden shock of fear that made the slave jerk back as she heard a Alicon scream in pain. Growling and metal clashing was all she heard just a few feet away from her. The sound of a fight had just begun. Unable to do anything, the slave just listened and watched for anything to see. Then as the fighting began to reach a high pitch, she heard a final crack of broken metal and saw something fly through the air toward her. Landing in front of her the head of a Alicon then rolled past her and disappeared into the smoke again.
The slave remained nervous and fearful. For whatever could do that to three of the Qunitesson's Alicons would do with her as they pleased. Listening, the slave then heard someone approach.
Then in plain site stood a stoic robot. Tall and decked on in orange colours with a pair of wings on his back, the stranger also held a sword covered in energon fuel. Then the stranger looked down at the slave. "Leave this ill fated land and never return. I shall not be able to come to your aid again. May Primus watch over your spark. Now go, run!"
The slave remained still for a moment, not knowing what to do. Then she gathered her courage and disappeared in to the smoke. The stranger watched her go, knowing that her journey would be a dangerous one. Then from out the smoke, the sound of more Alicons could be heard. The stranger took his sword and readied it before disappearing back into the smoke to hunt down those who would bring harm to those they chose to enslave.