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Aw man, this is sweet! :eek::D
Scene 11, SCENE 11! :cool:
P.S. I'm loving Rhinox's use man, your handling of a character that clearly had so much back story that was never touched is excellent and in your hands I know he'll be well looked after. ;):)
It's coming mate, don't worry, I'm just away from home atm so I'll get cracking once I'm back ;)
Hearing a lot of this mate... :p:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Verno
Just kidding man, do what you've got to do as I'll be looking forward to it regardless. ;):)
I've hit something of a wall. I've been mulling stuff over in my head whilst not writing anything and I've got the ending, but I'm not quite sure how I'll get/how I can get there.
Urgh... That is the one part I hated the most about writing back in school, stupid thing was though that Teachers would never accept it as an excuse; you know, cause they were clearly accomplished writers who knew better. :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Verno
Sucks to hear man, but as before; take your time dude, as much as you need. ;):)
The next two passages don't tie into SL: Csirac exactly, they come not long after the War is over, but as I haven't posted anything of late I thought I'd offer them up to try and get my creative juices flowing again with Csirac's story.
Passage 1:
A speech, by Prime, or possibly someone on the Maximal High Council.
We find ourselves in an outsized world. Our great cities are dust and ash. We need a fresh start. No-one has lived on this planet for millennia, we've only survived on it. That will now change. Here we build a future, together - in peace. We mend Cybertron's scars as we do our own. Rising triumphantly above the reminders of yesterday, we find our tomorrow - we find: Cybertropolis.
Passage 2:
The Tripredacus Council are meeting with the Maximal Elders.
"You would leave us to stagnate?" queried General Seethe. "We are one race, yet your actions will only widen the divide between our factions."
"You already control our Energon supply, and justifiably so, but you would deny us our part in the evolution of our species?" pressed Cinder.
"That we simply cannot allow", finished Rampant.
"Or?" came the reply from Rodimus, who had no time for these Predacons.
"Or?!" said Rampant, with a furious smile. "You wish to provoke a threat of renewed conflict from us? Maintain your current tone and you will soon have it!" Rodimus simply smiled back.
"Are we to understand that you will not willingly share this technology with the Predacons?" continued Seethe, trying to bring the discussion back to a civil tone.
"Damn right", said Rodimus. His fellow Maximals secretly agreed with him, but couldn't appear to outwardly.
"Even with an offer in return?" asked Cinder.
"What could you possibly offer us?" said Rodimus.
"Labor", was the reply from Seethe.
"Your designs for a new Cybertron are grand, but costly, least of all in time. In exchange for the upgrade of our members, we will provide a workforce to help construct this future you've spoken of", said Cinder.
"We will each earn our new proto-matter body through service to Cybertron", said Seethe.
"We?" laughed Rodimus. "Oh I'd love to see the three of you with tools in hand. It'd make a change from the knives..."
"Enough", said Ironhide.
"Let 'em rot!" added Rodimus, not liking being cut off.
"I said enough", Ironhide repeated. Silence fell in the chamber.
"What you're suggesting is, for lack of a better word - slavery, of your own bots", began Prowl. "Who are you to decide their fate? You're by no means democratically elected, and when this is offered up as their only option for progress, I don't think your power would be great enough to control the Predacon Shit-Storm that would be headed your way. And after they're done with you, one guess where it'd head next."
No-one dared speak, because everyone knew it was the truth.
"We accept your offer of labor", said Silverbolt, much to Rodimus' disgust, "but we won't force anyone to work." More silence greeted Silverbolt's words.
"This planet had a class system once, and look how that turned out. If a single Predacon is willing to help rebuild Cybertron, then they can do so, freely. The proto-matter technology will be shared", finished Ironhide. Rodimus couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"That is a most generous offer", said Cinder, "one not easily made I'm sure, but greatly welcomed nonetheless."
"You have our assurance that we Predacons will play our part in the construction of a new Cybertron, for us all", said Seethe.
The meeting adjourned, and the Tripredacus Council stood and left the chamber.
"Before you even start, Rodimus", said Ironhide, cutting the Maximal off before he could even begin, "it was the only way to maintain the peace, and no matter what you say, that is the most important thing at present."
"For his sake - I hope he's dead." Rhinox looked up at the great Autobot commander. "And as his friend", Magnus continued, "you should too." Rhinox could never hope such a thing. "But if they took him alive then reason would dictate that he remains so; they obviously have a use for him." Magnus sat back in his chair. "What does he know?"
"Nothing tactical", replied Rhinox. "They'd be after his technical knowledge."
"TransWarp", Magnus stated, unhappily.
"Amongst other things", said Rhinox. "He was part of Project: Macpherson on Earth, and was actually one of the first to go Maximal. That knowledge could be dangerous in the wrong hands."
Magnus sat in silent contemplation for a moment before continuing. "We haven't got the resources to mount a search and rescue mission. I'm sorry."
"So that's it?" Rhinox asked, unable to hide the anger in his voice.
"No. Has the raid delayed the launch of the next ship?" asked Magnus.
Rhinox shook his head. "We got lucky. A few stray blasts could have seen us back at square one."
"And the relocation of the lab is underway as we speak?" continued Magnus.
"Yes. Let's hope this one stays a secret longer than the last", said Rhinox, sadly.
"I can't guarantee that", Magnus said. Rhinox admired his honesty; there were no guarantees in war. "You're going to have to take some matters into your own hands", said Magnus, reaching for something behind the desk.
"Like what?" asked Rhinox, puzzled.
Magnus produced a set of chain guns and placed them on the desk with a solid thud. Rhinox simply stared in silence, his mouth agape.
"Welcome to the party."
I like this dude; Rodimus' typical brash and rushed approach to negotiation, The Tripredacus Council treating the Predacons as nothing more than a commodity being only more than willing to sell them up the river so long as it means they achieve their desires (Quite a Decepticon trait ;)) and having the old and the wise collective minds and voices take the higher road all paints an incredibly likely scenario and one that feels very legitimate indeed. ;):cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Verno
Now that is a back-story for a pair of the most recognised pair of weapons in any era of the franchise and how fitting that they should come from Ultra Magnus, a wise heavy gunner from the old guard who doesn't shy away from what must be done (even if it is possibly underhanded) - Spot on Verno! :D:cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Verno
Cheers Hursty.
I've finally got a complete through-line for the Csirac story, and have even planned out the first issue of the comic, all 22 pages. Now I just need to adapt the scenes I've written to the new story.
More coming soon.
Sweet! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Verno