Lord Lye-Onitron, keeper of the 4th Seat, Kappa Room, of the Cybertronian Senate, -- The Cybertronian Senate

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Date Posted: 12:57:54 06/23/01 Sat
Author: Lord Lye-Onitron
Subject: Lord Lye-Onitron, keeper of the 4th Seat, Kappa Room, of the Cybertronian Senate,

sat back on his plush velvet chair and considered the happenings outside of his high-rise window.

Down below the streets of Cybertron pulsated with life and abundance. Technoorganics patrolled the upper
highways while various vehicons made noise as they lumbered clumsily down the streets. He could see the forms of Nebulans and Humans passing by. Other races walked about from other star systems in the Core. Some from as far as the Third Sector.

The street vendors were out in full force today, he noticed. He made a mental note to send a message to his contact in the Merchant's Alliance. He had noticed increased profit coming in from that area of Cybertron but he had a feeling that his contact was skimming more than a bit off the top of his reported numbers.

Not that skimming was a problem...but when it crossed over into offending Lord Lye-Onitron's intelligence, he had to put a stop to it. Did these merchants really think he didn't realize what was going on down there?

These were all side thoughts though. Momentary distractions really.

He knew that his thoughts were merely flitting about while more serious matters filled the forefront of his mind. He shut his eyes and considered his years on the Senate. The trials and the tribulations. Fighting for the equality of Maximal and Predacon. Resolving arguments between Decepticon and Autobot. Dissolving the intense military presence on Cybertron and focusing on peace, justice and good-will. His fellow senators saw him as a Maximal of Honor. Being soft-spoken he was a transorganic of few words. But when he did speak he was honest, wise and a true fighter for the people. He was infinitely patient when dealing with others of the senate and with those from outside.

Patience. Rust it, he was patient. Very patient.

For years he has worked in this board, first aiding in the rebuilding of sections of Cybertron. Next with the demilitarizing...the war was after all over. The shutting down of the Trans-Warp Assault Gates. Next with the defense task force. Constantly working on making sure the citizens of Cybertron were fed. Maintaining a strong trade market with the other star systems in the Core. All this he has done over many years. All this he had accomplished. All building up over the years...

Building up for these very moments...the beginning...

He glanced at the message pad that sat on his desk. It could have been a dangerous weapon with the way he stared at it through piercing squinting eyes. It was what his life's only real goal. The purpose of his existence, so to speak. The very air, he thought, had a living charge...as
if it was alive. The colors in the room had dimmed whilst the data pad shinned in its own bright grey.

The words that were written on its little screen would not be important to many--this was true. Indeed, he knew that the other Senators had enough of a spy network that they probably had received the news already. But their news was what had been brought by the Council. His news came from other sources.

He had the news from the Council just as much as the other senators...but this news...this was vital.

The other senators maintained a decent spy network, working in various parts of the Core...his network ran out of the immediate Core to the other Sectors. He grinned inwardly considering that the extent of his network bordered on uselessness. Reaching as far as the ninth sector. After all, a form of communication has yet to be developed which would transcend time and space--without the use of trans-warp tech.

In the end, it didn't matter. The Senators didn't think like him. None of them did.

He mirthlessly chuckled to himself. No one thought like anyone else, anyway.

He reached towards the data pad and looked at the message one more time before deleting it permanently.

"There is a game of rugby happening at eight. The teams are below average. Their coach, though furiously respected, is not an experienced player."

Terms from old earth. A game that was still played on Nebulos and parts of Cybertron. The humans loved it. It was even offered throughout some of the neighboring star systems.

He deleted the message and sent his own message.

"Find the mascot." he typed.

With that, he deleted the sent file so there would be no trace of the message on this end. He rose and com-linked his assistant Kit to set up a lunch appointment with one of the other senators--Hegemon, the loud mouthed fool. Today they would discuss mining operations and the Soiled District of Cybertron.

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