OLD PROMPT 15 June 2013 public protest
Title: Chapter twenty-three of For a Few Upgrades More
Warnings/content advice: Mostly a bunch of vague Eurythman politics
Rating: Pg-13
Continuity: Transformers Animated
Characters: Lockdown, Slipstream, Soundwave, with supporting Laserbeak and Ratbat. This chapter - Eurythmans. Swindle.
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro et al, not to me
Prompt: 15 June 2013 Setting: A Public Protest. Inspiration from Queen vs T. Rex - We Will Rock The Revolution (Mash-up by PiotreQ) Marcato's speech is made up of a bunch of lyrics.
As on their last visit, Lockdown followed all local procedures when landing on Eurythma. Besides that, he had called ahead to confirm he'd secured Marcato. So when the Death's Head made it's final approach to the capitol's spaceport, it was obvious a vast crowd of Eurythmans had gathered to greet the three political radicals, as Allegra described them. And by the time they landed, it was apparent not all Eurythmans were agree on whether these "radicals" were really far off center within local politics. The crowd was made up of supporters for the heir and his compatriots, as well as what they were terming conservatives and traditionalists.
The chants, songs, and revolutionary dance literally rocked the Death's Head. It was necessary for all the Cybertronians to don some manner of dampening against the specific vibrations of the Eurythman harmonics. Swindle had a negatronic forcefield, and Soundwave's minions had been stored on a recharge berth; the rest were obliged to wear cloth garments.
"You see your efforts make no difference?" Marcato asked. Unlike Allegra, he switched between sung and spoken cadence.
"Does for my if I'm paid," Lockdown said carelessly.
"A known bounty hunter," Marcato noted, "but we should expect Decepticons to understand our cause, for all their datanets claim themselves as freedom fighters."
"We are freedom fighters," Slipstream insisted, "Or presence here is personal. The faction still believes in regaining our homeworld from Autobot control. It's not like we have quarrel with you Eurythmans, or anyone in the Republic."
"All music and dance worthy art," Soundwave added.
Lacrimosa made a slight nod at that.
Lockdown opened the airlock and then hopped down, turned and activated a second control to extend a series of small steps, allowing the smaller organics to climb down to ground level without assistance. Slipstream and Soundwave waited for the Eurythmans to disembark.
When Ben Marcato was seen, the crowd hummed and trilled in a great voice of pro and con. He raised his arms in greeting, as if returning victorious and not in custody of a bounty hunter. And for all they knew, he was. None of Lockdown's present company knew just why Marcato and his partners had gone to efforts to gain some favor from Nebulos, which was also the capitol system and planet of the Nebulan Republic of which Eurythma was only part.
Allegra and Zebop Skandana, the other two members of the governing triumvirate, arrived escorted by guards dressed in green. They sang a formal greeting in harmony, and then continued in a duet that thanked the hunter and his allies for bringing Basso Profundo's errant heir back to their homeworld.
The Marcato supporters shifted to the forefront, pressing bodily against onlooking citizens and traditionalist politicians both, and even advancing physically on the green-clad law enforcers. They swung dark streamers, which seemed representative of Bailar Lacrimosa's hypnotic danse macabre, rang gongs, and blew on various pipes and horns. Even these radicals and revolutionaries did not hold placards as in some cultures, but showed support through united vocalizations and coordinated stomping, clapping, and waving.
Marcato rushed from the surrounding guard and climbed up onto a vehicle so that he could be seen above the crowd. He addressed them in a form of rhythmic spoken word that the bots having been to Detroit considered alike to Rap.
"You and I must keep the cause alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive" he said, similar to before, to his supporters.
Bailar Lacrimosa and Zenith Octavian began to clap and stomp in time to Marcato's words. Their supporters followed suit.
And then, "They won't fool the Children of the Revolution!
No, they won't fool the Children of the Revolution!"
"We will!
We will rock you!
Sing it!"
Marcato's supporters sung out, "We will, we will rock you! We will, we will rock you!"
"We're talkin''bout a revolution!" Marcato called out, "We need to fight for our right to party!"
The crowd chanted, "Mar-ca-to!" with accompanying stomp - stomp - clamp.
Now, there was some opposition from the other political party, with hum of stringed instruments and high-pitched vocal harmonies in a ancient dialect.
A group of Marcato's supporters broke through the line of gaurds entirely and jogged to the vehicle upon which he stood. Marcato threw himself down spread-eagled, and was caught by his supporters and ferried along the road upon their hands and shoulders.
Allegra sang to her squad of guards, commanding they follow. Zebop, the remaining member of the triumvirate and a pink Eurythman with yellow hair, stayed near the Death's Head, as the nearest onlookers and guards moved to follow Marcato and Allegra.
Soundwave moved from the ship enough that his view of the retreat of Allegra and Marcato remained unobstructed.
"Was all that to do expected?" Lockdown asked, "Could have made a stealthier approach, if I had warning."
Skandana communicated in the customary sung manner, "With or without fanfare Ben Marcato is Chosen~ Qualified to perform the late Profundo's part of our harmonies is Marcato~! The triumvirate must be maintained~ Our way of life preserved~ Our song continued~ Even if the lyric is changed~"
At this, Swindle stepped out to approach Skandana. "Name's Swindle. I'm something of a- businessmech. Sounds like you could use some state of the art sound gear. Have I ever told you about the Sonic Jammer 3000? No, of course not! But-"
"Ease off," Lockdown said, stepping up to Swindle's side. "I got some business to complete myself."
Skandana sang to him, "Even now, your payment is being transferred~ Your reward for a job well done is on its way~"
"Nice doin' business with ya." Lockdown didn't hesitate to access data on his gauntlet holo-display.
"So, Skandana, may I call you Zebop? Listen, Zebop," Swindle said, and put a hand to the smaller being's back to guide him away. "How many times have you thought to yourself 'if only there were some way to silence the opposition'?"
"Either of you have accounts you want me to transfer to? Or you want hard currency?"
"How does one even set-up an account with a galactic bank?" Slipstream asked.
Lockdown scrubbed his face. "All right," he said then, "how about we go into the city for a while, being we're here, visit a bank, maybe get a few drinks, dance, celebrate a job well done?"
"Soundwave: enjoys dancing."
"Know you do," Lockdown said.
"I suppose, so long as we don't start hallucinating, again."
Lockdown chuckled. "I saw you caught onto the coverings. You can build something of an immunity, or get used to it, after a while.
They were agreed.
Warnings/content advice: Mostly a bunch of vague Eurythman politics
Rating: Pg-13
Continuity: Transformers Animated
Characters: Lockdown, Slipstream, Soundwave, with supporting Laserbeak and Ratbat. This chapter - Eurythmans. Swindle.
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro et al, not to me
Prompt: 15 June 2013 Setting: A Public Protest. Inspiration from Queen vs T. Rex - We Will Rock The Revolution (Mash-up by PiotreQ) Marcato's speech is made up of a bunch of lyrics.
As on their last visit, Lockdown followed all local procedures when landing on Eurythma. Besides that, he had called ahead to confirm he'd secured Marcato. So when the Death's Head made it's final approach to the capitol's spaceport, it was obvious a vast crowd of Eurythmans had gathered to greet the three political radicals, as Allegra described them. And by the time they landed, it was apparent not all Eurythmans were agree on whether these "radicals" were really far off center within local politics. The crowd was made up of supporters for the heir and his compatriots, as well as what they were terming conservatives and traditionalists.
The chants, songs, and revolutionary dance literally rocked the Death's Head. It was necessary for all the Cybertronians to don some manner of dampening against the specific vibrations of the Eurythman harmonics. Swindle had a negatronic forcefield, and Soundwave's minions had been stored on a recharge berth; the rest were obliged to wear cloth garments.
"You see your efforts make no difference?" Marcato asked. Unlike Allegra, he switched between sung and spoken cadence.
"Does for my if I'm paid," Lockdown said carelessly.
"A known bounty hunter," Marcato noted, "but we should expect Decepticons to understand our cause, for all their datanets claim themselves as freedom fighters."
"We are freedom fighters," Slipstream insisted, "Or presence here is personal. The faction still believes in regaining our homeworld from Autobot control. It's not like we have quarrel with you Eurythmans, or anyone in the Republic."
"All music and dance worthy art," Soundwave added.
Lacrimosa made a slight nod at that.
Lockdown opened the airlock and then hopped down, turned and activated a second control to extend a series of small steps, allowing the smaller organics to climb down to ground level without assistance. Slipstream and Soundwave waited for the Eurythmans to disembark.
When Ben Marcato was seen, the crowd hummed and trilled in a great voice of pro and con. He raised his arms in greeting, as if returning victorious and not in custody of a bounty hunter. And for all they knew, he was. None of Lockdown's present company knew just why Marcato and his partners had gone to efforts to gain some favor from Nebulos, which was also the capitol system and planet of the Nebulan Republic of which Eurythma was only part.
Allegra and Zebop Skandana, the other two members of the governing triumvirate, arrived escorted by guards dressed in green. They sang a formal greeting in harmony, and then continued in a duet that thanked the hunter and his allies for bringing Basso Profundo's errant heir back to their homeworld.
The Marcato supporters shifted to the forefront, pressing bodily against onlooking citizens and traditionalist politicians both, and even advancing physically on the green-clad law enforcers. They swung dark streamers, which seemed representative of Bailar Lacrimosa's hypnotic danse macabre, rang gongs, and blew on various pipes and horns. Even these radicals and revolutionaries did not hold placards as in some cultures, but showed support through united vocalizations and coordinated stomping, clapping, and waving.
Marcato rushed from the surrounding guard and climbed up onto a vehicle so that he could be seen above the crowd. He addressed them in a form of rhythmic spoken word that the bots having been to Detroit considered alike to Rap.
"You and I must keep the cause alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive" he said, similar to before, to his supporters.
Bailar Lacrimosa and Zenith Octavian began to clap and stomp in time to Marcato's words. Their supporters followed suit.
And then, "They won't fool the Children of the Revolution!
No, they won't fool the Children of the Revolution!"
"We will!
We will rock you!
Sing it!"
Marcato's supporters sung out, "We will, we will rock you! We will, we will rock you!"
"We're talkin''bout a revolution!" Marcato called out, "We need to fight for our right to party!"
The crowd chanted, "Mar-ca-to!" with accompanying stomp - stomp - clamp.
Now, there was some opposition from the other political party, with hum of stringed instruments and high-pitched vocal harmonies in a ancient dialect.
A group of Marcato's supporters broke through the line of gaurds entirely and jogged to the vehicle upon which he stood. Marcato threw himself down spread-eagled, and was caught by his supporters and ferried along the road upon their hands and shoulders.
Allegra sang to her squad of guards, commanding they follow. Zebop, the remaining member of the triumvirate and a pink Eurythman with yellow hair, stayed near the Death's Head, as the nearest onlookers and guards moved to follow Marcato and Allegra.
Soundwave moved from the ship enough that his view of the retreat of Allegra and Marcato remained unobstructed.
"Was all that to do expected?" Lockdown asked, "Could have made a stealthier approach, if I had warning."
Skandana communicated in the customary sung manner, "With or without fanfare Ben Marcato is Chosen~ Qualified to perform the late Profundo's part of our harmonies is Marcato~! The triumvirate must be maintained~ Our way of life preserved~ Our song continued~ Even if the lyric is changed~"
At this, Swindle stepped out to approach Skandana. "Name's Swindle. I'm something of a- businessmech. Sounds like you could use some state of the art sound gear. Have I ever told you about the Sonic Jammer 3000? No, of course not! But-"
"Ease off," Lockdown said, stepping up to Swindle's side. "I got some business to complete myself."
Skandana sang to him, "Even now, your payment is being transferred~ Your reward for a job well done is on its way~"
"Nice doin' business with ya." Lockdown didn't hesitate to access data on his gauntlet holo-display.
"So, Skandana, may I call you Zebop? Listen, Zebop," Swindle said, and put a hand to the smaller being's back to guide him away. "How many times have you thought to yourself 'if only there were some way to silence the opposition'?"
"Either of you have accounts you want me to transfer to? Or you want hard currency?"
"How does one even set-up an account with a galactic bank?" Slipstream asked.
Lockdown scrubbed his face. "All right," he said then, "how about we go into the city for a while, being we're here, visit a bank, maybe get a few drinks, dance, celebrate a job well done?"
"Soundwave: enjoys dancing."
"Know you do," Lockdown said.
"I suppose, so long as we don't start hallucinating, again."
Lockdown chuckled. "I saw you caught onto the coverings. You can build something of an immunity, or get used to it, after a while.
They were agreed.