Lord Betacron, 6th seat, Gamma Room, Cybertronian Senate -- The Cybertronian Senate

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Search | Check update time ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 09:30:41 06/26/01 Tue
Author: Lord Betacron
Subject:

Lord Betacron, 6th seat, Gamma Room, Cybertronian Senate

was pacing around in his room. His footsteps could be hearl two rooms down, he was one of the biggest senators in the senate, being the Techno-organic T-Rex that he was. His movement was like that of a very worried bot. Much was going on outside of Cybertron, yet none of the other senators believed him. He finally sat down is his big leather chair and managed to down a bottle of eneregon scotch. the taste of the drink made him gaga, he only drank when he was nervous.

For years he had protected the good nature of cybertron. Headed the construction of defence satellites, the trans-warp gates, and many other defence systems. But now they were all gone.

"That will be the end of us, all of the galaxy." He said to himself.

On his desk was a data pad. He picked it up and looked at it. It was numbers and statistics. Words that were his whole life before the great techno-organic upgrade. He looked at the numbers: Piracy up 43% since the elimination of the defence satellites, and the anti-pirate warning cannons.

"All my lifes work. Gone, poof! Just like that." He growled. "I protect Cybertron and this is how they repay me, by voting for some washed up, peace keepin hacks! Blah!" He took another swig from his scotch. "Lousy earth drink." He thought. "Tastes horrid."

He looked out his window from his office. The senate was one of the biggest buildings on Cybertron. The inhabitants of Cybertron, the Transformers, scuryed about their lives. Buying food from merchants.

"Filthy beggers." He said. He should hav allowed the Market Coalition to buy them filth out, and be rid of them. His mind went numb. He saying bad things about the ones who had voted him into the senate. He was carefull to speak. His eyes turned from green to red as he scanned the room for bugs or wires, and all else. Nothing, he was safe from his other comrades.

He was finally begging to relax when one of his advisors rushed in.

"What is it?" Betacron asked.

"This sir." His advisor said as he dropped a data pad infront of Betacron.

He picked it up and looked at it. It was an astrology read out. He had ordered them to do so.

"What is so important out this read out? It's a near by star system." Beatcron smile, it was only a false alarm.

"No sir. That was yesturday, look now, at todays numbers and pictures,"

Betacron scanned to today on the datapad. What he say horrified him.

"This can't be, there's no way an entire star system can just disappear."

"But there's more sir."

The only numbers that showed up from todays read outs were that the system was laced with large amounts of energy, and it picked up billions of small metal energy signatures.

"Has the council seen this?"

"No sir."

"As soon as all the senators are esembled, call an emergancy meeting."

The advisor ran out, and Betacron just sat back in his chair and folded his arms. It was time for him to call in a few favors...

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]