Lady Embyr of the Seventh seat adjusted her optics... -- The Cybertronian Senate

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Date Posted: 21:24:30 06/26/01 Tue
Author: Lady Embyr
Subject: Lady Embyr of the Seventh seat adjusted her optics...

.....to try and focus on whether or not this was in fact her room. A faulty memory chip, too dated to be replaced, made her focusing futile; even if she recognized the dated Earth symbol she wouldn't know whether or not it matched the position she held. Hesitantly, she swiped her identicard, once, twice, three times to no avail. Her rusted joints creaked as she moved down the corridor and tried the next door, virtually indistinguishable to her from the previous one. This time her card worked, and the door spiralled open with a hiss.

She entered, carefully avoiding her technorganic feline companion. A non-sentient, little more than a pet, she had named the tiny creature 'Ravage' as either homage or parody of one of the legendary first Decepticon warriors, later rumored to have been rebuilt as a Predacon, his whereabouts unknown following a recent covert mission. At least, that's what her sources had told her. At times, her network of spies could prove as faulty as her vision or memory.

Carefully, she managed to sit, mindful of her left thigh. A chunk was missing, the rusted edges a macabre reminder of a Scraplet infection she had suffered and survived when young. As the female Decepticon leaned back, wires strewn about her forehead like a mockery of dreadlocks, she tried to remember her youth. A fierce warrior and one of the few if not only of her gender in her faction, the centuries had been hard on her. Yet for all the pitfalls of age, there was a wisdom about her, a prescence and passion that spoke volumes when she addressed the other senators. It was a brave new Cybertron she had returned to, the Spark War having had consequences on the nature of her people greater than when the factions of her day had downsized. Even the Senators she had known were barely recognizable to her now. But she was a natural for the Senate in charge of the Great Rebuilding, and more than convincing. She had a quiet way of getting what she wanted, of manipulating without succumbing to the temptation of scolding her peers and subordinates. Yet even a token position of political power could not quell the dream Embyr posessed, that which her myriad journeys across the galaxy had not yielded.

If just for one day, one nanoklik, she could recapture the spark of her youth, the glory she had possessed, Embyr would go to the recycling yard happy.

She sat in the dark staring at a holo of three Decepticon Seekers, two of whom were long dead, for a good many hours...

"...and once again, you'll pretend to know me well,
my friends
and once again, i'll pretend to know the way
thru the empty space
thru the secret places of the heart..."
�Smashing Pumpkins, 'We Only Come Out at Night'

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