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Summary: Midway between Armada and Energon, three sentient and rebellious young Omnicons demand their freedom... and characters that disappeared in that timeframe are caught up in their lives...
The Sands of Time Cycle
Differentiating Viewpoints
Chapter One: Hostage
by: Brain Damage 101
Story Copyright 2005
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Transformers Armada, Energon, or any of the characters used herein, except for Slinger, Layshaft, Shatter, and other characters you don't immediately recognize.
WARNING: Involves several fan-characters.
…They were called the Omnicons, and most were happy with their lot- how could they not be?- but there were that select few that were not.
“Get searching already, you big lumbering idiots!” cried the overseer, sighing in exasperation. A Skyblast and a Strongarm unit shook themselves from their energon-saving status and traveled towards the recently discovered energon vein in the underbelly of the South American continent. They were followed by a slimmer Slinger unit, one of the first of its kind, and, in overseer Wringer’s humble opinion, one of the stupidest yet. It carried all of the delicate machinery involved in finding the correct spot in the vein for extraction- you took from the wrong spot, you were a piece of scrap and the entire mine was destroyed in a big, fiery explosion.
The Slinger unit paused at the door and watched him for a moment, it’s big gold optics covered by an opaque red visor. If Wringer was not gravely mistaken, the optics glowed for a moment before the unit moved along. As it receded from the room, Wringer shook his head and turned away- ‘probably just a trick of the light’. Still, he couldn’t help but worry- had not the Transformers found their origin in much the same way, from under cruel masters forcing them to mine for energon?
The Slinger unit followed the other two Omnicons closely, for the only light in the cramped tunnel they traveled through was from the Strongarm unit’s shoulder-mounted light system. After a few moments of traveling, the three joined the rest of the workers in the cavern where the vein had been discovered. As they moved, a shining piece of mineral residue, which was of little use to the Transformers, but extracted to satisfy the humans, was embedded in the cavern wall attracted the gaze of the Slinger unit, who stopped to look at itself. As the small light from the Strongarm unit flashed across it, the Omnicon shook it’s head and walked on.
“What do you two think? These readings look good to you?” asked the Slinger unit, displaying the scanner hidden in its forearm.
The Skyblast unit leaned over and finally said, “Better to be safe than sorry, so let’s move over where we know it’s all right.”
The Strongarm looked up, nodded, and began to travel over. The Slinger gathered some of the tunneling tools and scurried after, running a hand along the cavern wall as it did so. When they finally reached this ‘safe’ spot, the Strongarm unit quickly began to run the drill into the vein, working slowly and quietly. As the hum of the machinery became the only sound in the space, the Slinger looked over at its companion Skyblast unit and said, “Really wish we could do something a little less important, or at least have the right to choose what we do.”
The Skyblast snorted and answered, “We’re not s’possed to know we could be free, remember? We’re just the worker drones. The Omnicons. What a load of slag. They just have us do their dirty work. Can you see Wringer down here, getting his hands all dirty? Didn’t think so. So we have to do it.”
The Slinger crushed a rock it had picked up and said, “I know that, ‘Blast. But why isn’t anybody doing anything about it? Some of us have learned about fredom. They say we were never given it because they thought it would be disastrous, but the entire idea of having granting us what they have is just as disastrous. It was bound to happen that we would speak up sooner or later, so why did they think they could get out of energon mining? Why not at least explain to us why we are here? Most of us would do this anyway, for one reason or another. Mostly because it is our function. It’s the Minicon fiasco all over again. I’m so sick of it!”
This was obviously an old argument. The Strongarm looked up and drawled, “Ya know, I agree with ya both, but could ya get yer afts over ‘ere n’ ‘elp me out? I’m havin’ a little trouble with keepin’ the drill in place.”
The Skyblast moved towards the piece of machinery faster than lightning and held onto it, joined a moment later by the Slinger unit. All three stood together for a moment before the Slinger said, “You know, I’ve figured out how we can get our freedom.”
The Skyblast glanced at the Slinger and said, “What? By blowing ourselves up? What would that prove?”
The Slinger shook its head, grinning underneath the protective visor. “No,” it said, “we hold this place for hostage and ask for our freedom. And amnesty, of course. It might even be fun. And who wants us to blow up? Certainly the humans don’t, and definitely not Wringer. It’d kill his reputation.”
“Among other things!” Answered the Skyblast, almost doubling over in laughter. “Let’s do it,” it said, opening his communication channel. “Sling, you can do the honors, since it was your idea.”
The Slinger nodded and said into its companion’s communicator, “Attention, Wringer. This is Slinger Unit A-445. This mine is officially what the humans call ‘under new management’. And if you don’t agree to the new commanders of this little outpost, this entire place goes kaboom.”
