Post by Jazzman Crothers on Apr 22, 2013 1:09:43 GMT -5
Draconia Prisoner Area
Inside the prison area of the slave camp known as Draconia, H865 stirs to consciousness. His wounds have been mended only enough to keep him alive. He looks around the crud cell he has been placed inside of to find that he is being held to the wall with chains and cuffs around his wrist, ankles and one attached to the collar around his neck. He can not fight to free himself as he feels weak and knows he is low on power. He looks around the cell and sees that he is alone.
But across from him is another cell. Inside, S97. "So," The femech slaves begins. "The mighty defender of the slaves awakens. Tell me, how long do you think we have to live?"
H865 pulled at his chains slightly. "In here, if were tortured, no long."
"You misunderstood me," Replied S97. "I meant out there."
S97 nodded in H865's direction, towards the small barred window in his cell. He managed to get to his feet to have a look outside and realized that they were not being held in any ordinary prison. They were in the waiting cells reverse for combatants of the Sharkitcon pool.
"Even less S97. Even less." Was all H865 could say.
********
Judge Heirodyus Chambers
General Ghyrik stomped back and forth across the Judge's chamber floors never taking his optics off of the judge. He was furious at the Quintesson judge for what happened in the slave camp. There the two of them awaited the arrival of Lord Kledji. As the walls were swarmed with guards, the tension was high. Both the Judge and the General hated each other.
Then the chamber doors opened and in came a group of Quintesson Prosecutors with Alicons accompanying them. Then in came a Quintesson Judge bigger then all the rest. Now one mistook him for anyone else, Lord Kledji has arrived.
Judge Heirodyus spoke first. "My Lord, as always it is an honour and a..."
"Still your pompous words and arrogant tone!" Demanded Kledji. "My time is served better with more important matters then rebellious slaves. Explain todays events to me quickly!"
General Ghyrik spoke first. "My Lord if you permit me, Judge Gryrik has allowed the slaves to much here in camp Draconia. He has used them for his own entertainment rather then placing them on a strict schedule of labor. Gladiator fights rather then digging and building of war weapons. He has even allowed them to carry on with out strict attention to their collars, many are allowed to venture to and forth around the camp as they please almost! And worse, data-pads! Who knows what information they collect and share with their fellow slaves. This lack of discipline must be put to an end!"
Lord Kledji then looked at Judge Heirodyus. "And what say you?"
The Judge looked at his master defiantly. "My Lord! The freedom I give these slaves is merely to demonstrate that I can take it away when I want as easily as we do their very lives! We control every aspect of them, life and death is what we Quintessons master! And the gladiator pits are indeed for my enjoyment! However, what you have not realized is that the thing that makes these transformers what they are can be put to excellent use."
Lord Kledji looked interested. "Explain."
"The very nature, if one can call it that, more like programming of these robots are a violent one. They fear us for we have put that fear into them. But if you watch them in the arena as they battle one another, nothing but raw anger is presence as they rip one another part. I propose we use this to our advantage!"
Lord Kledji was more interested now. "I see. Indeed when we enslaved this planet the inhabitance of Cybertron did put up a tremendous fight. We had to kill most of them before we began to convince the ones that came later that we were their master. I have reached a decision!"
Both the Judge and General wanted their master to decided a poor fate for the other.
"I shall watch and examine one of these gladiator fights. Form what you say it sounds more exciting then the execution trials. However this lack of proper discipline you have allowed in camp Draconia can not be tolerated no longer! General Ghyrik! Deploy your troops to ensure all slaves are back under control of their collars, all data-pads are collected, inspected and destroyed! Any information found on them that would harm the Quintesson rule of this planet is to be brought to me and those in procession of it are to be tortured for further information on rebel cells across Cybertron!"
"Consider it done my Lord!" Said General Ghyrik. He spared Judge Heirodyus a deadly glare as he hoped the Judge would have met his end here and now, but this was a start. Camp Draconia was a start and he would do all that was instructed of him and he would go even as so far as to find all the slaves responsible for the riot earlier today.
As the General left the room, Lord Kledji continued with Judge Heirodyus. "Your theory had better be correct. I do not enjoy wasting my time."
"I assure you my Lord. There is more to these Transformers then we had ever hoped. Better then just labourers. I believe they were created with a higher purpose. It would be a crime if we did not take advantage of that purpose for ourselves."
"Spoken like a true Quintesson." Replied Lord Kledji.
********
Deep in the sewers of Cybertron.
T-747 had lead the slaves through a network of tunnels and passage ways that he and maybe a few others had known of. It was dark, dirty and damp where they were. Close to an river of high concentrated liquid that T-747 told the others not to touch unless they were suicidal, the five slaves worked at removing their collars.
G367 held his removed collar off in his hand, twirling it about like it was a toy. The collars had four functions. One was to control a slave by attaching another chain to the collar to pull the slave about. Also the collar could control a slave with remote control but this wasn't an effective way of making the slave work or perform tasks of labour. The other acted as a way to identify a slave as it held their information and name. The last one was the one that scared anyone who wore a collar. It was said that the collar was the connection to the pain chip that resided inside a Transformers body. S-616 had already suffered this morning a great deal of pain when his chip was activated. Another function of the chip was that it could also explode if the slaves became too hard to control or even dangerous. While the collars were deactivated, the slaves didn't have to worry about controlled or identified, but no one was sure if deactivating the collar also meant severing the link to the pain chip.
Sitting on the edge of the river, G367 asked a question he had already asked the others when they came to this spot. "So your sure? No one saw the flying robot during the fight?"
G367 had sworn he had seen a robot flying over head during the riot. While Cybertronians could transform into cyber-jets, none could fly in robot mode. And T-747, N33, S-616 or L-926-1 saw or knew what G367 was talking about.
Inside the prison area of the slave camp known as Draconia, H865 stirs to consciousness. His wounds have been mended only enough to keep him alive. He looks around the crud cell he has been placed inside of to find that he is being held to the wall with chains and cuffs around his wrist, ankles and one attached to the collar around his neck. He can not fight to free himself as he feels weak and knows he is low on power. He looks around the cell and sees that he is alone.
But across from him is another cell. Inside, S97. "So," The femech slaves begins. "The mighty defender of the slaves awakens. Tell me, how long do you think we have to live?"
H865 pulled at his chains slightly. "In here, if were tortured, no long."
"You misunderstood me," Replied S97. "I meant out there."
S97 nodded in H865's direction, towards the small barred window in his cell. He managed to get to his feet to have a look outside and realized that they were not being held in any ordinary prison. They were in the waiting cells reverse for combatants of the Sharkitcon pool.
"Even less S97. Even less." Was all H865 could say.
********
Judge Heirodyus Chambers
General Ghyrik stomped back and forth across the Judge's chamber floors never taking his optics off of the judge. He was furious at the Quintesson judge for what happened in the slave camp. There the two of them awaited the arrival of Lord Kledji. As the walls were swarmed with guards, the tension was high. Both the Judge and the General hated each other.
Then the chamber doors opened and in came a group of Quintesson Prosecutors with Alicons accompanying them. Then in came a Quintesson Judge bigger then all the rest. Now one mistook him for anyone else, Lord Kledji has arrived.
Judge Heirodyus spoke first. "My Lord, as always it is an honour and a..."
"Still your pompous words and arrogant tone!" Demanded Kledji. "My time is served better with more important matters then rebellious slaves. Explain todays events to me quickly!"
General Ghyrik spoke first. "My Lord if you permit me, Judge Gryrik has allowed the slaves to much here in camp Draconia. He has used them for his own entertainment rather then placing them on a strict schedule of labor. Gladiator fights rather then digging and building of war weapons. He has even allowed them to carry on with out strict attention to their collars, many are allowed to venture to and forth around the camp as they please almost! And worse, data-pads! Who knows what information they collect and share with their fellow slaves. This lack of discipline must be put to an end!"
Lord Kledji then looked at Judge Heirodyus. "And what say you?"
The Judge looked at his master defiantly. "My Lord! The freedom I give these slaves is merely to demonstrate that I can take it away when I want as easily as we do their very lives! We control every aspect of them, life and death is what we Quintessons master! And the gladiator pits are indeed for my enjoyment! However, what you have not realized is that the thing that makes these transformers what they are can be put to excellent use."
Lord Kledji looked interested. "Explain."
"The very nature, if one can call it that, more like programming of these robots are a violent one. They fear us for we have put that fear into them. But if you watch them in the arena as they battle one another, nothing but raw anger is presence as they rip one another part. I propose we use this to our advantage!"
Lord Kledji was more interested now. "I see. Indeed when we enslaved this planet the inhabitance of Cybertron did put up a tremendous fight. We had to kill most of them before we began to convince the ones that came later that we were their master. I have reached a decision!"
Both the Judge and General wanted their master to decided a poor fate for the other.
"I shall watch and examine one of these gladiator fights. Form what you say it sounds more exciting then the execution trials. However this lack of proper discipline you have allowed in camp Draconia can not be tolerated no longer! General Ghyrik! Deploy your troops to ensure all slaves are back under control of their collars, all data-pads are collected, inspected and destroyed! Any information found on them that would harm the Quintesson rule of this planet is to be brought to me and those in procession of it are to be tortured for further information on rebel cells across Cybertron!"
"Consider it done my Lord!" Said General Ghyrik. He spared Judge Heirodyus a deadly glare as he hoped the Judge would have met his end here and now, but this was a start. Camp Draconia was a start and he would do all that was instructed of him and he would go even as so far as to find all the slaves responsible for the riot earlier today.
As the General left the room, Lord Kledji continued with Judge Heirodyus. "Your theory had better be correct. I do not enjoy wasting my time."
"I assure you my Lord. There is more to these Transformers then we had ever hoped. Better then just labourers. I believe they were created with a higher purpose. It would be a crime if we did not take advantage of that purpose for ourselves."
"Spoken like a true Quintesson." Replied Lord Kledji.
********
Deep in the sewers of Cybertron.
T-747 had lead the slaves through a network of tunnels and passage ways that he and maybe a few others had known of. It was dark, dirty and damp where they were. Close to an river of high concentrated liquid that T-747 told the others not to touch unless they were suicidal, the five slaves worked at removing their collars.
G367 held his removed collar off in his hand, twirling it about like it was a toy. The collars had four functions. One was to control a slave by attaching another chain to the collar to pull the slave about. Also the collar could control a slave with remote control but this wasn't an effective way of making the slave work or perform tasks of labour. The other acted as a way to identify a slave as it held their information and name. The last one was the one that scared anyone who wore a collar. It was said that the collar was the connection to the pain chip that resided inside a Transformers body. S-616 had already suffered this morning a great deal of pain when his chip was activated. Another function of the chip was that it could also explode if the slaves became too hard to control or even dangerous. While the collars were deactivated, the slaves didn't have to worry about controlled or identified, but no one was sure if deactivating the collar also meant severing the link to the pain chip.
Sitting on the edge of the river, G367 asked a question he had already asked the others when they came to this spot. "So your sure? No one saw the flying robot during the fight?"
G367 had sworn he had seen a robot flying over head during the riot. While Cybertronians could transform into cyber-jets, none could fly in robot mode. And T-747, N33, S-616 or L-926-1 saw or knew what G367 was talking about.