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 The trio of them stared at me in silence while I told my story.  Very nice of them, Torrent always interrupted.  Cloudnine was enthralled, arms wrapped around her legs and her chin on her knees, watching me as though I were a play on stage.  I also had Synthes’ rapt attention.  Only Enigma had a frown, thinking so hard I could practically hear him do so.  I was about ready to take well deserved rest when he asked, “It can’t be that simple.” “What, not enough for you, is it?”  Synthes said, looking at his twin with a very annoyed expression, “I thought it was quite good.” “Not enough e

 Back then I didn’t have a name and Mining Unit - 23180643 doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.  MU-643 isn’t any better.  Also, I forget the other serial numbers most of my fellows were called, so as I move through this story, I’ll just call people as they’re called now.  We were all stationed on Merrok 7, the largest moon of a gas giant not far from Cybertron.  We had been exploiting it for centuries, the hard rock mining of generations crafting tunnels so wide and so deep it took thousands of us working in teams to get any further, carving at the rock for the energon that we sent to Cybertron to do with as it

 Sometimes I like to take time for myself and think about how things have piled up.  How my choices have led me down a path.  How others might have been affected by them.  Not always the brightest trail of thought, but it might help me avoid some of the worse decisions later on.  I’d have to have another one of those ponders soon, assuming I survive bein’ beaten by these five. Carbide was the largest of everyone here.  Probably could have benched pressed a planet the way he exercised.  Once he got in ‘the moment’ however, he became a brand new kind of monster.  Currently, he was in a calm mood, laughing a little as h

 “That’s why I’m sitting here, getting to tell you all about the fun, fun, FUN.” Torrent finished.  Watching her carefully, I could almost see her teeth grinding in the back of her mouth, her fists knotted to the point of stress fractures.  A lot of emotion in this one.  Lucky for me, the bad stuff wasn’t directed at me. “Edgy?” I asked, looking at my cell mate.  Torrent had managed to unconsciously shift from sitting upright to lying on her back with her legs crawling up the wall while telling her story.  It was very funny.  Especially with how grumpy she was about the circumstance.  But then, from

 The guards escorted me down the stairs, and they weren’t very cheery about it.  The stasis cuffs, even at low power, were a little too bulky for my liking.  I suppose the guards appreciated them, kept me from doing anything crazy. Not that I would.  I’ve had my allotment of crazy since they decided to put me away for doing my job. “Hey hey,” the leering Decepticon in one of the cells said, holding his arm out to me, “Come bring that little blue one closer.” The guard closest to this scrapper could have batted his hands back into the cell, but I darted forward and put all my weight against his arm, ben

 I hit the panic button the Navigator used before he ran to shut the alarm off.  Poor passengers don’t need any more terror in their lives.  I turned to Alliah who was staring at me very nervously.  I asked her, “You ever fly a ship before, kid?” “You’re joking!” Ian said, “Why ask her?  Why not one of the two of us that can actually reach the peddles?” “Alright, smartass,” I said, fed up and turning to face him, “Do you or Trevor know how to fly this thing safely or am I the only one?”  The two stared at me quietly.  “How about sup

 “What made you think we are on a ship?” I asked after several minutes of wandering around. “What what?” Alliah asked back.  She was very enthralled by our surroundings. “What made you think we are on a ship?” I asked again.  We were walking through a bustling crowd of many different kinds of aliens as though we were in a bazaar, the stalls were mostly maintained by giant crustaceans like Sam.  There were some younger, or at least smaller, reptilian and humanoid aliens trying to tug me towards different stalls before they realized I was already being lead by a child somewhere.  “This could be unde

 “Look, we really don’t have to stress test this,” I said casually to the little goblin king who busy wringing his hands while his two brothers and a few others prepared what he was about to witness.  Or, thought he was going to see, “Just let me go ‘n I’ll be outta your hair.” “BWHAHAHAHA!!!” the little maniac laughed with, “Look how the fireman pleads for his life!  And to think he is the council’s choice warrior.” “First,” I said, raising my hand as much as I could while I was strapped to a table, giant drill auger pointed at my chest, “Pleading i