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Post by Empress on Apr 24, 2016 18:51:34 GMT
The femme began to flail and kick out at the oncoming horde, she had managed to kick a few but was soon overrun. Her whimpers turned into horrid cries as the mauling continued. She could feel the plating being torn from her frame, her energon flowing heavily from the wounds. Any of her attempts to fight off the creatures ceased, her flailing slowed and became the occasional twitch. There was a pressure inside her helm, the pain was blinding and even then she couldn't cry out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 20:16:12 GMT
The fluid took a minute to reach the procesor. At first it would feel like a headache, but after some seconds the pain ceased at all. Even if Empress was in the worst conditions, now she can't feel anything that involves physical pain, but her mental status can't be stabilized. Once Catetron found a the perfect place, the creatures stopped and raised their ears, like if someone were speaking to the, but nobody does. They left Empress and run towards the horizont. Everything started to vanish into the void: the music, the parasites, any kind of illusion is left to see the dark background again.
Don't worry, this will end soon....
Now with his victim's mind weakened, Catetron would deactivate the own will of Empress. Every desire of freedom, rebelion, or hapiness will be only another memory. Practically, she will become into the mech's marionette, unable to do something for her own without depend of Catetron.
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Post by Empress on Apr 24, 2016 20:54:06 GMT
She wasn't worrying anymore, as matter of fact she wasn't really doing anything at all. The femme remained motionless, a blank slate awaiting orders. She was still there somewhere, she was just resting, sort of. Resting somewhere in the back of her mind.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 21:12:17 GMT
The monotone voice of the mech was heard inside Empress mind. The darkness is becoming clear. A sing that this nightmare has reached it's end.
The first thing you must to know is that I'm your new, leader, your new family, your new god, so you hae to accomplish every task assigned by myself. Your mission will consist in the recollection of CNA of every metallic living being, no matter the cost. Your another task is the protection of god. no matter if you hae to sacrifice yourself in the process. And for last, the ones who are against god must to be murdered, but first, you have to get their CNA to their analysis. This is everything at the moment.
I gave you the information to get your task done, now go and get all the CNA samples of the autobot base, after that, the decepticons will be the next on the list.
Then, CAtetron would wake up and leave the Empress mind for once.
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Post by Empress on Apr 24, 2016 21:47:14 GMT
"If that is what you wish, it will be done."
This voice was most definitely hers, but it was now different as it lacked any and all emotion. Unwilling, she must obey every command that is given by her new leader. Even if she didn't want to.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 13:50:55 GMT
The dark would surround everything. In there is no light, shape or noise less the only prescence of Slapfoot, but he is unable to see anything, even himself, in there is only the silent background. It would be a bit disturbing, or it would be the most peacefull ever felt in his life. The darknes started to vannish when a ligh beam crossed among the place. It would feel warm and confy once it touches Slap's body. In middle of the light beam would be see a small silhouette, not defined yet, but it continues moving.
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Post by Slapfoot on Aug 26, 2016 17:19:43 GMT
Slapfoot opened his optics. Darkness. He knew the feeling well. But wait, now a beam of light cut through, illuminating his surroundings. He was mildly blinded, unable to discern the figure in front of him. His silent nature took place once more, his khopesh forming and his visor pulsating. If this was a malicious figure, Slapfoot was ready.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 12:35:13 GMT
The silhouette started to take a defined shape. It looked like a weak standar vehicon, the beam started to become dimmer and the mechanic one fell slowly to the thing that can be considered as floor. The vehicon remained motionless some feet in front of Slapfoot. The light were only enough to see the edges of a armour and barely another detail. The vehicon started to move around, looking at Slapfoot with a naive touch in his moves, it's red visor staring at Slap's head. Every move of the unknow prescese were fragile, like if he were going to collapse in pieces in any given moment.
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Post by Slapfoot on Aug 29, 2016 14:06:51 GMT
Slapfoot put his khopesh away, and held the vehicon upright. His head tilted quizzically, and unspoken sign to explain.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 13:22:40 GMT
The vehicon focused it red helmet at Slap before to say:
I'll continue my path but not as a veicon, but as dust... but I'm not sure where my spark will end, we are factory creations, not like the rest of the sons of Primus. ANd that is how you'll end too someday, on the oblivion
The vehicon's body started to break before to fall into small metalic fragments dragged by a soft wind. Meanwhile, the presence of Catetron was high, judging everything and whatching the escene without make any noise, but if Slap looks around, he would notice him.
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Post by Slapfoot on Sept 4, 2016 14:05:55 GMT
Slapfoot shook his helm. No. He wasn't like him. He... He was an actual person. Wasn't he? He didn't have the memories, but back in the training camp there were always rumors that they were actual cybertronians that were simply drafted and had their memory wiped. But... Those were just rumors. Surely they had some truth? Slapfoot knew he was different, but he'd always assumed he was modified from what he was originally. Was he just built from scratch? Could cybertronian science do that? He was scared. Scared the vehicon was right. Scared that he wasn't an actual cybertronian. Scared that all along, he'd been praying to a God that had no part in creating him. His arms fell, limp, to his sides. His helm lowered. Was he really just a machine? Just an odd batch of programming dubbed a personality? An outlier. A defect that had combat modifications. The illusion was almost imbued in Slapfoot now, his mind nearly broken.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 17:17:31 GMT
Scared, don't you? Remember than I'm one of your kind
Catetron was cursed to have only altomdes wich follow some algorythms, no vehicles, no ships, or even beasts, just geometry in the finest state. All social mannmers are the results of analizing and imiting some paterns seens in the others ones, but in difference of Slap, Catetron can't feel hapiness, pain, anger, sandness, or any kind of feeling. No one knows if he didn't got the feel installed, or if they are blocked. His mind was full created to handle big amount of information and to do complex operations, even more complez that the scientist of his time were able to handle. A computer with the shape of a geometric constructed drone initi wich purposes was to be a lab asistant, but those things can be known by the only fact of watch.
If they weren't created the ones like me, your denomined 'brothers' weren't being manufactured at all. If you wish, you can blame my creators and I for the creation of 'drones' in that time. But we wern't the only one, neither the first. I'm not sure if you heard about the species of the other Quitesa, they were the ones who created the ones denomided 'cybertronians', which revealed against them after a time of slavery and submussion, but aparenty, such creations got impreganted certain paterns of such Quitesons, and the slavery desire found another way to find a place in their society, so, they started to create 'machines' to make the things they found disgusting. Basically, they are repeating the same actions than their creators, but he ore paying the cost are us.
Still, I dont blame my creators at all, they knew what they were doing, and even they gave me freedom of belong myself with a condition: to improve the cybertronian race and all it's subcathegories, how? That is what I'm working since the latest 70 millions of years. I have the task to create a newer race, but instead to see them as slaves of servants, they will have the freedom that many of them have never had, because, I really dont have nothin to ask to them.
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Post by Slapfoot on Sept 13, 2016 1:40:34 GMT
Slapfoot was confused. He wasn't intelligent enough to fully comprehend Catetron's words. But he thought it meant that he was indeed a machine. A tear fel from Slapfoot's optic and he fell to his knees, the fragments of the vehicon tainting his servos. He was scared, confused, and saddened. He was vulnerable, for the first time in his existence. He was no longer the emotional rock at that moment, his silent strength broken, becoming only silence.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2016 15:03:52 GMT
Catetron noticed that Slapfoot wasn't in the same level of intellect by so far, and maybe it would take eons to make him understand a small fragment of his words, but at least he was making a progress in making Slap vulnerable easy to be manipuated.
Dont worry, that is why I'm here, I'm the guardian of all machines. He said as he tried to get the vehicon on his feet. Being a machine isn't bad, that means you aren't a monster by nature as the other one are. We were cursed to do something without being asked, but they are monster by the sole reason enjoying being destroyed constantly. I wanted to ask something, do you want me to change a of this, do you want a better universe to live?Because if you reply with an afirmative answer, I can be sure of the sucess, but only with the help of yours.
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Post by Slapfoot on Sept 18, 2016 14:42:26 GMT
I will help you.
Slapfoot indeed wanted this world to be better. For his brothers. For those he loved, for those he fought beside. He had to. He couldn't let them die, not like the others, he had to help them. He didn't want to be alone again. He refused to be alone again.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 16:48:49 GMT
Even when the intentions of Slapfoot where good, Catetron only used those words t make him fall under his influence. The image of Catetron starte to become into framents too. With a shiny aura, every fragment turned into a serie of numeric codes until fill the room with them. The numbers moved in armony, making a erie of vortex, one inse another and dancing in oposite diretions, surounding Slapfoot without any exit. The synchrony found in those algorithms flowing would be intimidating at first but at the same time it would look beautiful in a level than only religious images have tried to imitate and failed in the attempt.
A small group of numbers flows towards Slap's body. The sma ontat with them woud hurt since the big amount of information would exced the capacity of the average cybertronian. Catetron was playin with Slap's head, bringing every memory where he saw how his 'brother were humillated, tortured, blamed, killed, and the rest of their punishment for being born as machines.
First, you have to promise a full loyaity to your God, every action will be in my name, every thouht, every word, because I'm the one who will get you out from this hell.
The images would cease gradually, allowing Slap to see the numberwaves hitting his body with information. The vehicon would feel how is own will disapears at being replaced by Catetron's programing. If he wondered how was the ife of a full controlled vehicon, he woud feel it now, but instead to be agaisnt the rules, he would love with a burning pasion the fact to folow them
Second: kill everyone who attempts against me, even if they only think the smaller thought against me. Even if your brothers attempts against me, we can allow any kind of hate in the new world ruled by machines.
Some numbers get grouped in front of Slapfoot, making a blurry image wich got more defined when more digits were part of such group. The image was a kind of cybertronian stuck in a protoform pod. It's body features would be similar to someone Slap has seen recently. Strong body bout not enough bulky, 3 couple of horns above the audio receptors, a werid mixture between a mech and a femme in apareance. It would be the commander that fought against the bots in London, and the one who offered to help the vehicon.
For last I need you to find this lost soul and get it back.
Why would Catetron like to get such thing beside him, are them linked somehow, but the most misterious thing is if Cate have destined somethin to it. The silence would be the only answer.
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Post by Slapfoot on Sept 22, 2016 1:16:34 GMT
Slapfoot fell to his knees. His mouth agape, he muttered quietly.
Yes.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 13:15:20 GMT
The numberwaves continued inficting pain at Slapfoot as the orders given by atetrn were repeated, trying to get thse words written in the deepest part of the vehicon procesor and generate inside him a new concept of deity, the triange God. The Guardian of all machines
Some minutes later the numbers flood away from the vehicon, letting him rest. Catetrn appeared as a machine again to get Slapfot on his pedes again.
Enough for now. Reality is waiting us....
Everything went dark as Catetrn started to vanish, meaning he's waking up frm tis ilusion.
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