A View of the Past, Visions of the Future -- The Cybertronian Senate

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Date Posted: 13:56:16 06/28/01 Thu
Author: Lord Denarius Shelley
Subject: A View of the Past, Visions of the Future

Lord Denarius Shelley sighed heavily, and sat down on a luxurious couch set to the side of his personal office. The window on the opposite side of the room automatically slid open, as it always did when he took refuge in his favorite resting place. His eyes slowly closed. Well, at least I�ve something to look forward to...

He chuckled to himself. Sarcasm was lost to him, even when he made quiet jokes to himself. He had always been a serious, yet pleasant, man. He had felt very proud of himself upon being reassigned to the Senate. Better than proud. My head was stuck so far up in the clouds...not even my son�s attitude could touch me.

His son. His old, tired face wrinkled in disgust as his feelings toward his spawn flooded his mind. As far back as he could remember, Charles Shelley had been a thorn in his side. His own flesh and blood. Charles cared nothing for bettering the universe. Cared nothing for anything but his own beating heart. At least he turned out to be good for something.

Denarius�s mind drifted further back, away from thoughts of his son for the moment. He had been born and raised in a Cybertronian off-world colony, and spent his youth around more Cybertronians than humans. His teen years were spent studying Cybertronian science and politics. At the age of 16, he attended a Cybertronian academy, where he studied and trained to captain his own science vessel. And he finally earned his ship. At the age of 23, he had been handed the reins of the Asimov. A human captain, commanding a team of both Cybertronian and Human crewmen. His adept ways of taking control of a situation had done him well, just as his teachers had told him at the Academy. His crew had looked up to him in ways that other captains could only dream about.

After ten years of serving on that ship, he had gladly taken a leave of absence from the field, and turned instead to the political field. He had served as an ambassador for another ten years, traveling from world to world, spreading Cybertron�s message of peace throughout his travels. It had done wonders, and his work with other colonies and worlds brought about a new era of communication and understanding unheard of on Cybertron since the Great Wars.

It had been on those travels that he had met his wife. Mary had been a scientist on one of the Alpha missions, studying off-world biology. She had been stationed on the ZetaCom colony the same time he had arrived, and was invited to the same dinner as he. And they had been together ever since. After a few years had passed, she had told him she was pregnant. Charles had brought them closer than ever. Until he grew up. At the age of ten, he had began hanging out with the wrong crowd. After Denarius had retired as
an ambassador and settled down in Cybertropolis, Charles continued to delve deeper and deeper into some odd group. Cult, more like it.

When Megatron had taken over Cybertron, Charles had already run off. He and his buddies had turned their backs on their home world, and began working for some off-world smuggling ring. When Mary was killed, Charles hadn�t been there. When Denarius had been shipped to one of the moons, along with all the other human and Nebulan citizens, Charles hadn�t been there. Even when Cybertron had been liberated at the cost of Primal�s life, Charles hadn�t been there.

But when the same smuggling ring had been busted three years ago raiding a Cybertronian colony, a piece of Charles had been left behind. All but one of the smugglers had escaped, save one. And Denarius had taken every liberty possible to take the young lad into his own home. Turned the youngster around, so to speak.

And then the rest of the Senate, disgruntled with the view the public had taken towards most of them, had decided upon a public front. The Council. Denarius had been appalled by the idea of playing eight innocent people like cards, pushing them in front of the Senate. Satisfying the public while the Senate continued playing dirty games behind their backs, pulling their strings. The Councilors had no idea what they had been drug into, having been told they were in charge of their actions. That they were the third leg of Cybertron�s government. Only Perceptor had found it odd, especially their orders to report everything they said and did to the Senate. Denarius had had many a conversation with Perceptor, and found he was no fool. Denarius had struggled for a long time, trying to find a way to get his foot in the door of the Council, some way to let them know what was going on behind their backs. He knew he couldn�t confront them directly about it. Even Perceptor didn�t trust him implicitly.

But finally...finally he had found a way to help them, from behind the scenes. He knew the eight spot on the Council had been open for a matter of weeks, and the Senate had been troubled with finding someone to take the final spot. He had taken care of that. They had all agreed to his suggestion. With a little smooth talking, he had managed to get his plant in the Council, and was even now awaiting the new Councilor�s arrival. He had agreed to be the one to debrief the eighth member, seeing as it had been his idea...his suggestion...

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a buzzer. His eyes flew open as he leapt up from the couch. He hit button that opened his CommLink to his assistant�s office. Yes, Decado? Decado had been with him since his days on the Asimov, insisting to stay with his Captain. When the Chancellor had approached him for a seat on the Senate, Decado had once again come with him, serving as his official assistant and bodyguard.

He has arrived, sir. Shall I send him in?

Denarius chuckled. Yes, yes, of course. Show the lad in, my boy!

As you wish, sir.

Denarius heard a click as Decado closed the link. I really must insist to him later to stop calling me sir...

He stepped over to the still open window to await his guest�s arrival. Looking down on the bustling streets of Cybertron, he let his eyes skip across the crowds, searching for some chance familiar face. He found himself surprised to see Lye-Onitron and Betacron working their way through the crowd, followed very closely be Lye-Onitron�s assistant Kit. The foxy assassin...Odd...looks like she�s moving away from them...

He watched, leaning closer to the window and squinting against the light glaring down on him. Kit moved slightly farther and farther away from the other Senators, moving towards...he couldn�t see her target, but she suddenly stopped, and drifted closer to her Senator. Whatever it was, it had been taken care of. Whatever it was, they were all inside the Lynx now.

He heard the doors behind him slide open. He whirled around to face his guest.

Ah, Alex! Wonderful to see you, lad!

Alex stepped further into the room, letting the doors shut behind him. A broad shouldered, well built young man of about twenty stood facing Denarius. His black hair was cut short and trim, and his bright blue eyes easily took in the room. He smiled warmly at Denarius.

Hello, Grand Father. You had business to discuss, I take it?

Denarius smiled at Alex, and gestured for him to have a seat.

Yes, Alex. Important business indeed. I trust you�ll find it interesting.

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Replies:

An amazing opportunity -- Alexander Byron, 21:52:56 07/17/01 Tue
- Plans in motion. -- Lord Denarius Shelley, 22:05:23 07/17/01 Tue