Riots in the street, explosions space... -- The Streets of Cybertron

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Date Posted: 22:46:28 01/25/03 Sat
Author: Fulcrumm
Subject: Riots in the street, explosions space...
In reply to: Shaper 's message, "A Gathering" on 16:57:05 12/17/02 Tue

As the armored micromaster emerged from an alley, his senses were assailed by the chaos engulfing his planet.

His power core surged to see the Unaligned throngs take to the sky. Amid the rioters and zealots, it was good to see some of the old spirit remained in the robots of Cybertron, not all of it crushed by the Vehiconian occupation, planetary reformatting, or ensuing political struggles. One hundred wasn't a great number amid the populace, but it was significant nonetheless. Some still understood the basics of heroism and survival. Ordinary citizens, with only their own alternate modes and weapons to protect them where a fleet of military class starships were being decimated, demonstrated the greatest bravery. Absently, Fulcrumm felt about for his own insignia. His stripped down prototypical frame left little room for an insignia, and the targetmaster armor which was now fused to that frame would have covered it anyway.

Remembering his recent modifications, he checked now for an insignia on this armor, finding only a solid black patch on his chest plate where he would have expected either an Autobot or Decepticon symbol. The mystery would have to wait for another time. Fulcrumm decided to defend his world as well, now that he could. Perhaps he would at last be free from the tortured life he had so long led, forgotten in the depths of his home planet....

Rockets emerged from his back with but a thought, and the mute Autobot was pleased at the responsiveness. The streets were still crowded and the area where the Unaligned had launched from had filled in once more. Higher ground would be his best option, and as he headed toward the nearest building he nearly crashed into an old friend.

Fulcrumm jumped aside as the van rolled past and transformed. As Maudlin began apologizing profusely and unnecessarily longwinded, Fulcrumm realized his old friend didn't recognize him...

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Replies:

"I say watch it there! You know in MY day...." -- Maudlin, 20:47:43 01/29/03 Wed
- * slowly... -- T3-Zero, 21:26:58 01/29/03 Wed
  - If he could talk he would scream, "GET OUT OF THE WAY!!" -- Fulcrumm, 20:52:54 02/02/03 Sun
    - Hitting the ground... -- T3-Zero, 13:22:15 02/03/03 Mon
      - Collide -- Shaper, 18:06:36 02/05/03 Wed
        urk -- T3-Zero, 20:48:49 02/05/03 Wed
        Shaper -- To Take Hand, 17:28:05 02/06/03 Thu
        "Generals schmenerals..." -- Maudlin, 07:37:14 02/12/03 Wed
        "What th-?" -- T3-Zero, 22:08:57 02/12/03 Wed
        Everything Beside -- Shaper, 16:54:17 02/13/03 Thu
        "..I hate bugs." -- T3-Zero, 10:17:08 02/23/03 Sun
        Hardened Shell -- Shaper, 17:11:13 03/09/03 Sun
        "I'm OLD!" -- Maudlin, 19:56:46 03/11/03 Tue
        No Time to be Gentle. -- Fulcrumm, 20:05:02 03/11/03 Tue
        Pounding away... -- T3-Zero, 21:08:42 03/29/03 Sat