Post by Jazzman Crothers on Mar 1, 2013 14:56:34 GMT -5
Darkness.
It is what a Cybertronian first sees when they come online. As they become self-aware that they are alive, after the questions of who, what and where they are, darkness is the only answer they receive. Then they explore their surroundings. They realize there in a strange place and finally begin to see things. At first its just the environment, but then they realize they are not alone.
The fortunate ones sometimes have company, in the form of another lost spark who has just come online or even a spark sibling of some kind. But sometimes that is not enough as they all learn soon enough that they are not alone.
The unseen monsters begin to track them down. At first they feel it, then hear the beasts in the distance. Some can out run them. Others have no choice but to fight. Those that survive can then escape the Well of Sparks. But the experience never leaves them and are often reminded of the pain and of the darkness.
Inside the Quintesson torture chamber the moans of slaves dying and in pain echo through out the chamber halls. General Gryrik walks through the dimly lit hallway, passing cells of mutilated Cybertronians. He shows no emotion or even the slightest amount of remorse for those who lie about dying the most painful death one can suffer.
He entered the torture room, unfazed as he is greeted by the screams of a slave who is strapped to a rack. The torturer, known as a Quintesson Bailiff, stopped what he was doing as Gryrik approached. The Quintesson General stopped to gave upon a slave who's arms and legs had been severed at the elbow and knee joints. The slaves chest was freshly cut open by the Bailiff, exposing his inner workings. Fuel leaked from the slaves wounds as he laid there helpless and unable to move.
Gryrik looked down at the slave. "Who know why your here. You are slave U786. A respected member of the slave camp here. You have helped slaves escaped. While this does not bother me, after all it gives my warriors some sport, its for who you do it for. I want to know more about this 'saviour' the slaves whisper about. What is he? A religious zealot? A military leader hoping to lead a rebllion?"
U786 formed his words as best he could. "I... I could tell you. And.... and it would matter not! You already know who he is. He is one of the 13 that you fear."
Gryrik stepped closer to U786. The general took his hand and dug it in to U786's chest, causing the slave much pain and fuel to gush from his mouth.
The General spoke. "Speak! Speak or I shall rip your laser core out of your shell slave! Who is he! What do the slaves know!"
U786 tried his best to keep it together but the general's hand was making its way through his body. System after system failed and shut down. The bailiff then spoke up. "Could this saviour by the winged one? The robot that can fly?"
"Shut up!" Yelled Gryrik. "The rumours of a flying slave are false! Slaves dreaming of a hero that will never comes for them! No slave or robot on this planet can fly on his own! Not unless his alternate mode allows them too!"
A quiet laugh came from U786's lips. "No.... no of course not you fool. No slave can fly, not even our saviour. But.... we Cybertronians can fly! There's more to us then you know and thats... that what you fear. That we will learn this!"
Gryrik continued to push his hand further inside of U786's chest, ripped more circuits and causing the slave more pain. "If this saviour knows this, what has he told you? Speak! Speak or I shall send your spark to the void!"
Almost unable to speak, U786 forced the words from out his mouth. "We.... we know... we know who are true creator is...!"
As the anger took him over, Gryrik made his hand into a fist and rammed it up through U786's neck and into his head. The slave exsited no more as his brain was crushed. The Quintesson General then tore his hand and arm from the dead robot's body and turned to the bailiff. "This does not leave this room! We Quintessons are the creators of this primative race! We are their masters! Go now and inform the camp guards that anymore slaves known for spreading these rumours are to be brought here. We are to find this saviour and put him down before he spreads his disease!"
The General left the torture chamber while the bailiff collected what was left of U786. Soon the remains of the slave would be returned to the Well of Sparks, where he first came online and began his life. The twisted irony of U786 fate, was that his remains were returned to the place were he proved himself worthy of life. When the Quintessons did this, many founded it insulting. Others wonder, if this is where they first came online, could they come back online if their remains were brought back? A question left unanswered. For those that did crawl from the pit had no memory of who they were, if they were anyone in another life.
But one thing was for certain. The pain and suffering they had to endure in the Well informed them that life on this planet of Cybertron was no life at all.
It is what a Cybertronian first sees when they come online. As they become self-aware that they are alive, after the questions of who, what and where they are, darkness is the only answer they receive. Then they explore their surroundings. They realize there in a strange place and finally begin to see things. At first its just the environment, but then they realize they are not alone.
The fortunate ones sometimes have company, in the form of another lost spark who has just come online or even a spark sibling of some kind. But sometimes that is not enough as they all learn soon enough that they are not alone.
The unseen monsters begin to track them down. At first they feel it, then hear the beasts in the distance. Some can out run them. Others have no choice but to fight. Those that survive can then escape the Well of Sparks. But the experience never leaves them and are often reminded of the pain and of the darkness.
Inside the Quintesson torture chamber the moans of slaves dying and in pain echo through out the chamber halls. General Gryrik walks through the dimly lit hallway, passing cells of mutilated Cybertronians. He shows no emotion or even the slightest amount of remorse for those who lie about dying the most painful death one can suffer.
He entered the torture room, unfazed as he is greeted by the screams of a slave who is strapped to a rack. The torturer, known as a Quintesson Bailiff, stopped what he was doing as Gryrik approached. The Quintesson General stopped to gave upon a slave who's arms and legs had been severed at the elbow and knee joints. The slaves chest was freshly cut open by the Bailiff, exposing his inner workings. Fuel leaked from the slaves wounds as he laid there helpless and unable to move.
Gryrik looked down at the slave. "Who know why your here. You are slave U786. A respected member of the slave camp here. You have helped slaves escaped. While this does not bother me, after all it gives my warriors some sport, its for who you do it for. I want to know more about this 'saviour' the slaves whisper about. What is he? A religious zealot? A military leader hoping to lead a rebllion?"
U786 formed his words as best he could. "I... I could tell you. And.... and it would matter not! You already know who he is. He is one of the 13 that you fear."
Gryrik stepped closer to U786. The general took his hand and dug it in to U786's chest, causing the slave much pain and fuel to gush from his mouth.
The General spoke. "Speak! Speak or I shall rip your laser core out of your shell slave! Who is he! What do the slaves know!"
U786 tried his best to keep it together but the general's hand was making its way through his body. System after system failed and shut down. The bailiff then spoke up. "Could this saviour by the winged one? The robot that can fly?"
"Shut up!" Yelled Gryrik. "The rumours of a flying slave are false! Slaves dreaming of a hero that will never comes for them! No slave or robot on this planet can fly on his own! Not unless his alternate mode allows them too!"
A quiet laugh came from U786's lips. "No.... no of course not you fool. No slave can fly, not even our saviour. But.... we Cybertronians can fly! There's more to us then you know and thats... that what you fear. That we will learn this!"
Gryrik continued to push his hand further inside of U786's chest, ripped more circuits and causing the slave more pain. "If this saviour knows this, what has he told you? Speak! Speak or I shall send your spark to the void!"
Almost unable to speak, U786 forced the words from out his mouth. "We.... we know... we know who are true creator is...!"
As the anger took him over, Gryrik made his hand into a fist and rammed it up through U786's neck and into his head. The slave exsited no more as his brain was crushed. The Quintesson General then tore his hand and arm from the dead robot's body and turned to the bailiff. "This does not leave this room! We Quintessons are the creators of this primative race! We are their masters! Go now and inform the camp guards that anymore slaves known for spreading these rumours are to be brought here. We are to find this saviour and put him down before he spreads his disease!"
The General left the torture chamber while the bailiff collected what was left of U786. Soon the remains of the slave would be returned to the Well of Sparks, where he first came online and began his life. The twisted irony of U786 fate, was that his remains were returned to the place were he proved himself worthy of life. When the Quintessons did this, many founded it insulting. Others wonder, if this is where they first came online, could they come back online if their remains were brought back? A question left unanswered. For those that did crawl from the pit had no memory of who they were, if they were anyone in another life.
But one thing was for certain. The pain and suffering they had to endure in the Well informed them that life on this planet of Cybertron was no life at all.