Post by Jazzman Crothers on Oct 13, 2013 0:49:12 GMT -5
Many miles away from Draconia, the slaves were gathered around the glow an sphere that sat in the ground. The sphere was lit from within and the lights inside danced about, forming shapes and shadows that seemed to take the form of something but before anyone could make out what it was the shape would fall apart back in to nothing. The orb gave off heat, and a feel of calmness, relaxing all that sat around it.
Alpha Trion was attending to the wounds of N33. The slaves was the last of the robots that needed repair and Alpha Trion was in fact able to replace all damaged parts, making all injured feel as good as new. "There, right as the day you crawl out of the Well of Sparks when your life began."
G367 laughed at Alpha Trion's comment. "Foolish mech! We didn't crawl out of a well, we rolled off the assembly line like all slaves do when we come online."
"That is what the Quintesson's told you." Replied Alpha Trion. "You place too much faith in these beings you refer to as masters. There is but one master, one true master who created us all. And not for the purpose of slavery."
H685 looked at Alpha Trion. "Forgive us if we don't seem grateful. All we have is what we understand."
Alpha Trion shook his head in understanding. "Then permit me to enlighten you. We Cybertronians, Transformers if you will were not created to be slaves. To be exact, we were created to become warriors. We are a race of mechanized beings, a rare but not unheard of phenomenon in this galaxy. You see, this wide and wonderful galaxy that we live in, what I know of it, is that most of the planets that inhabit it are full of small organic life. Not as steer as us robots who to them would be the machinery of their culture. We the beings of a stronger race, designed to face battle.
"But we are not a violent race. We have a purpose for which we were created for. That purpose has not yet to reveal its self but it is even more deadly then the Quintessons themselves, and perhaps that tale I shall leave for another day... but you see, you must realize the power each of you carry within yourselves for the Quintessons have discovered it and have exploited it for the own twisted means.
"The Quintessons are a bizarre and ancient race of mechanoids. They come from the deepest parts of the universe. How they came to be I am not sure, but they, like us are robots. But unlike us, they lack emotions, compassion, kindness and only know greed and cruelty. They discovered Cybertron during it's early stages of life, before when we lived free and in peace. They attacked us and over threw our greatest champions before we knew we have fallen under attack. Their numbers were greater then ours at the time. Those who survived went into hiding."
"If were such a powerful race then they wouldn't have taken us down then!" Protested S97.
"Yes, maybe. Perhaps. But what you don't understand is we didn't know this threat in the form of the Quintessons existed. We were not ready to accept the destiny our creator Primus intended for us."
"Then Primus is real!" Exclaim H685.
"Yes. Primus is real. He is the creator of Cybertron. He is all around us and can be seen for miles. For as long as you are on Cybertron, Primus will be close. But Primus isn't in a form that we know or understand. But he did leave us with his understanding to be one day shared at the right time. He left us with a piece of him that we original Transformers were in charge of safe keeping. We were given a Matrix that contained all that we would need to take on the threat that we were created for. But before you asked we we did not use this artifact of Primus, understand that it is not a weapon. Primus is life, death, wisdom and understanding. Primus shares all these gifts. What you must understand is that we are what other life forms may consider us to be is his children. Perhaps that term isn't the thing to be used to describe us, but the basis of the relationship isn't that alien to the meaning.
"When the Quintesson's attack, they in fact had fooled us into thinking they were friends. They claimed to have faced a common enemy and claimed that an alliance had to be formed. Perhaps we had though that since they had been robotic like us we could trust them, find some sort of kinship between our people. But they turned on us. Many died, I lost many friends back then.... even members of the original 13. The Matrix had to be hidden. If discovered we would lost who we were and our connection to Primus."
G367 interrupted. "I never heard of an original 13. Who are they?"
"The original 13, you never heard of them because the Quintessons erased it from our history. They have tried to hide your history from you, destroy what they could! Bury the truth so it would never be revealed and so you would not know who you are. You never rolled of an assembly line! The Well of Sparks is where you came from. Your sparks came online, developed and soon a body was formed. Each of you, whether you remembered or not, fought your way out of the Well against the mysterious creatures of the Well to earn your freedom. The Quintessons have lied to you about that and claimed they have tested each of you themselves! They have perverted what you fought for and earned. And does it make sense to create a race and prove themselves in battle only to be made into slaves? Primus made warriors of you all. The Quintessons know this and took measures to make sure you never became warriors. They crushed the spirits of your sparks so that you would not rise up! Would not fight back!
"They even pumped your bodies full of crud fuel so that your true potential would not be reached. That changes tonight."
Hawk then came out of the shadows carrying what looked like tubes. He took each tube, one by one and attached one end to each of the slaves. He then took the other end of each tube and attached it to the glowing orb in the middle of the circle. Alpha Trion then spoke again. "If you trust Hawk and myself, you will allow us to grant you the thing you deserve. The true life essence of Primus, energon.
"It will cure you of the poisons the Quintessons have used to pollute your body. It will allow you too reach your full potential and re-energize your sparks. It will reconnect you with who you truly are. The Quintessons can no longer take claim over your bodies, minds or sparks. You are now free. Free to do as you wish. Free to fight back. Free to take back your rights and the right to take a name for yourself. All you have to do is reach down inside yourselves to find out who you truly are. Hawk did the same, he was slave H13 but no more. Now you may find yourselves and complete your ascension from the Well of Sparks."
All around, each slave experienced the transfer of energon into their bodies different. The feeling was strange, something they have not felt before. It was as if the energon made the fuel they Quintessons put in their bodies disappear. Their minds were racing, things were happening too quickly to comprehend. H865 couldn't help but stand as the energon filled his body. He felt good, too good. Stronger and full of life. He wanted to yell in triumph as if was going through the physical act of a upgraded and being online for it. S97 felt strange, the energon felt like it was invading her body. While she felt good it was too over-whelming for her. She tried to fight it but surrendered to the energon rush with defeat but at the same time it was almost like heaven to her. G367 shook, the sensation was almost painful for him and he was scarred. But he too felt mixed emotions and as the energon fulled him he felt the excitement of something good was about to happen. Guren didn't understand it but he didn't want it to stop.
Wait, Guren? Did I just call myself Guren? Of course I did, thats my name...
Alpha Trion was attending to the wounds of N33. The slaves was the last of the robots that needed repair and Alpha Trion was in fact able to replace all damaged parts, making all injured feel as good as new. "There, right as the day you crawl out of the Well of Sparks when your life began."
G367 laughed at Alpha Trion's comment. "Foolish mech! We didn't crawl out of a well, we rolled off the assembly line like all slaves do when we come online."
"That is what the Quintesson's told you." Replied Alpha Trion. "You place too much faith in these beings you refer to as masters. There is but one master, one true master who created us all. And not for the purpose of slavery."
H685 looked at Alpha Trion. "Forgive us if we don't seem grateful. All we have is what we understand."
Alpha Trion shook his head in understanding. "Then permit me to enlighten you. We Cybertronians, Transformers if you will were not created to be slaves. To be exact, we were created to become warriors. We are a race of mechanized beings, a rare but not unheard of phenomenon in this galaxy. You see, this wide and wonderful galaxy that we live in, what I know of it, is that most of the planets that inhabit it are full of small organic life. Not as steer as us robots who to them would be the machinery of their culture. We the beings of a stronger race, designed to face battle.
"But we are not a violent race. We have a purpose for which we were created for. That purpose has not yet to reveal its self but it is even more deadly then the Quintessons themselves, and perhaps that tale I shall leave for another day... but you see, you must realize the power each of you carry within yourselves for the Quintessons have discovered it and have exploited it for the own twisted means.
"The Quintessons are a bizarre and ancient race of mechanoids. They come from the deepest parts of the universe. How they came to be I am not sure, but they, like us are robots. But unlike us, they lack emotions, compassion, kindness and only know greed and cruelty. They discovered Cybertron during it's early stages of life, before when we lived free and in peace. They attacked us and over threw our greatest champions before we knew we have fallen under attack. Their numbers were greater then ours at the time. Those who survived went into hiding."
"If were such a powerful race then they wouldn't have taken us down then!" Protested S97.
"Yes, maybe. Perhaps. But what you don't understand is we didn't know this threat in the form of the Quintessons existed. We were not ready to accept the destiny our creator Primus intended for us."
"Then Primus is real!" Exclaim H685.
"Yes. Primus is real. He is the creator of Cybertron. He is all around us and can be seen for miles. For as long as you are on Cybertron, Primus will be close. But Primus isn't in a form that we know or understand. But he did leave us with his understanding to be one day shared at the right time. He left us with a piece of him that we original Transformers were in charge of safe keeping. We were given a Matrix that contained all that we would need to take on the threat that we were created for. But before you asked we we did not use this artifact of Primus, understand that it is not a weapon. Primus is life, death, wisdom and understanding. Primus shares all these gifts. What you must understand is that we are what other life forms may consider us to be is his children. Perhaps that term isn't the thing to be used to describe us, but the basis of the relationship isn't that alien to the meaning.
"When the Quintesson's attack, they in fact had fooled us into thinking they were friends. They claimed to have faced a common enemy and claimed that an alliance had to be formed. Perhaps we had though that since they had been robotic like us we could trust them, find some sort of kinship between our people. But they turned on us. Many died, I lost many friends back then.... even members of the original 13. The Matrix had to be hidden. If discovered we would lost who we were and our connection to Primus."
G367 interrupted. "I never heard of an original 13. Who are they?"
"The original 13, you never heard of them because the Quintessons erased it from our history. They have tried to hide your history from you, destroy what they could! Bury the truth so it would never be revealed and so you would not know who you are. You never rolled of an assembly line! The Well of Sparks is where you came from. Your sparks came online, developed and soon a body was formed. Each of you, whether you remembered or not, fought your way out of the Well against the mysterious creatures of the Well to earn your freedom. The Quintessons have lied to you about that and claimed they have tested each of you themselves! They have perverted what you fought for and earned. And does it make sense to create a race and prove themselves in battle only to be made into slaves? Primus made warriors of you all. The Quintessons know this and took measures to make sure you never became warriors. They crushed the spirits of your sparks so that you would not rise up! Would not fight back!
"They even pumped your bodies full of crud fuel so that your true potential would not be reached. That changes tonight."
Hawk then came out of the shadows carrying what looked like tubes. He took each tube, one by one and attached one end to each of the slaves. He then took the other end of each tube and attached it to the glowing orb in the middle of the circle. Alpha Trion then spoke again. "If you trust Hawk and myself, you will allow us to grant you the thing you deserve. The true life essence of Primus, energon.
"It will cure you of the poisons the Quintessons have used to pollute your body. It will allow you too reach your full potential and re-energize your sparks. It will reconnect you with who you truly are. The Quintessons can no longer take claim over your bodies, minds or sparks. You are now free. Free to do as you wish. Free to fight back. Free to take back your rights and the right to take a name for yourself. All you have to do is reach down inside yourselves to find out who you truly are. Hawk did the same, he was slave H13 but no more. Now you may find yourselves and complete your ascension from the Well of Sparks."
All around, each slave experienced the transfer of energon into their bodies different. The feeling was strange, something they have not felt before. It was as if the energon made the fuel they Quintessons put in their bodies disappear. Their minds were racing, things were happening too quickly to comprehend. H865 couldn't help but stand as the energon filled his body. He felt good, too good. Stronger and full of life. He wanted to yell in triumph as if was going through the physical act of a upgraded and being online for it. S97 felt strange, the energon felt like it was invading her body. While she felt good it was too over-whelming for her. She tried to fight it but surrendered to the energon rush with defeat but at the same time it was almost like heaven to her. G367 shook, the sensation was almost painful for him and he was scarred. But he too felt mixed emotions and as the energon fulled him he felt the excitement of something good was about to happen. Guren didn't understand it but he didn't want it to stop.
Wait, Guren? Did I just call myself Guren? Of course I did, thats my name...