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Title: The Nine Rings of Vos: Oppression
A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: If you scream and no one cares, are you making a sound?
Timeline: More fic here.
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(In which a Seeker is sold.)
Inspector finished welding the slave collar to the blue Seeker’s spark chamber. The incessant screeching had cut off abruptly about a breem before, for which he was thankful. The noise had been annoying him, but thankfully not enough to interfere in his work. Examining the weld lines and retooled shell, the scientist nodded in satisfaction. The work was completed, neatly done, and fulfilled the customer’s specifications.
Pressing the frequency-key the buyer had thoughtfully provided to the slave collar, Inspector waited patiently for the soft chime that signalled the completion of the product. As a light flashed twice, changing from pink to blue, Inspector waved off his assistants and ran a scanner over the now-quiet Seeker in a fussy final check.
“We are finished with your gift, Councillor.” Inspector said, setting aside his tools with a sharp nod of professional satisfaction.
“Excellent!” The Tower’s mech who had been standing off to one side - out of the scientist’s way - and watching with interest as the Seeker was rendered unrecognizable, stepped forward and looked over his newest acquisition with pleased optics. He turned to the scientist after only the briefest examination of the rebuilt Seeker. “You do wonderful work, doctor. Quick and neat. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to watch.”
“I do try to be efficient.” The scientist said, pleased by the praise. “I am glad that your new pet satisfies you.”
“That is does.” The Councillor casually pressed a credit chip into the scientist’s hand. Equally casual, Inspector sub spaced the tip.
Pleased, but professional enough not to show it, Inspector calmly passed over the data packet containing the details of the Senator’s purchase. The politician glanced briefly at the manual before subspacing the pad. “I hear that you have been granted a promotion. You must be pleased.”
“Oh, it is always satisfying to have ones abilities acknowledged.” Inspector said vaguely, although he was indeed very pleased with his promotion. He had proven himself to his superiors while dealing with the Seeker project. Now he was done playing zookeeper with the drones and could move on to true science.
Perhaps now that he would be working on several public projects, as well as having license to work on his own ideas, it was time to apply to have a creation of his own making to assist him.
But not from the Sigma program. Inspector sneered, the Towers mechs did it to be frivolous, the politicians and military commanders did it for the power, but he would not have his pure codes sullied by the glitch-ridden filth. He actually wanted his creation to have some semblance of intelligence after all.
(Word Count: 439)
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This is the last part I have planned for Oppression. Capping it off at 28 pages and 25 200 words. Which means that if any of you have any questions left for anything that happens prior to Starscream and Trine taking over as Winglords, you should ask for the answers now. Once this sucker is gets sent off to a beta reader, I'm closing the book and ain't looking back. (Speaking of which, who wants to volunteer for beta duties?) So please, if there was anything you wanted to see/read in Oppression but didn't, let me know and I'll see if it fits.
This was the part I had planned to post today. There will be another post tonight because creepygoth666 gave me a Nebula egg and wanted more Rings. So. More Rings it is.
Here there be dragons. I only need a Red Breasted Wyvern and a Silver to complete my collection. (At least until the next release.) Anyone got an egg to offer? XP
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A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: If you scream and no one cares, are you making a sound?
Timeline: More fic here.
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(In which a Seeker is sold.)
Inspector finished welding the slave collar to the blue Seeker’s spark chamber. The incessant screeching had cut off abruptly about a breem before, for which he was thankful. The noise had been annoying him, but thankfully not enough to interfere in his work. Examining the weld lines and retooled shell, the scientist nodded in satisfaction. The work was completed, neatly done, and fulfilled the customer’s specifications.
Pressing the frequency-key the buyer had thoughtfully provided to the slave collar, Inspector waited patiently for the soft chime that signalled the completion of the product. As a light flashed twice, changing from pink to blue, Inspector waved off his assistants and ran a scanner over the now-quiet Seeker in a fussy final check.
“We are finished with your gift, Councillor.” Inspector said, setting aside his tools with a sharp nod of professional satisfaction.
“Excellent!” The Tower’s mech who had been standing off to one side - out of the scientist’s way - and watching with interest as the Seeker was rendered unrecognizable, stepped forward and looked over his newest acquisition with pleased optics. He turned to the scientist after only the briefest examination of the rebuilt Seeker. “You do wonderful work, doctor. Quick and neat. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to watch.”
“I do try to be efficient.” The scientist said, pleased by the praise. “I am glad that your new pet satisfies you.”
“That is does.” The Councillor casually pressed a credit chip into the scientist’s hand. Equally casual, Inspector sub spaced the tip.
Pleased, but professional enough not to show it, Inspector calmly passed over the data packet containing the details of the Senator’s purchase. The politician glanced briefly at the manual before subspacing the pad. “I hear that you have been granted a promotion. You must be pleased.”
“Oh, it is always satisfying to have ones abilities acknowledged.” Inspector said vaguely, although he was indeed very pleased with his promotion. He had proven himself to his superiors while dealing with the Seeker project. Now he was done playing zookeeper with the drones and could move on to true science.
Perhaps now that he would be working on several public projects, as well as having license to work on his own ideas, it was time to apply to have a creation of his own making to assist him.
But not from the Sigma program. Inspector sneered, the Towers mechs did it to be frivolous, the politicians and military commanders did it for the power, but he would not have his pure codes sullied by the glitch-ridden filth. He actually wanted his creation to have some semblance of intelligence after all.
(Word Count: 439)
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This is the last part I have planned for Oppression. Capping it off at 28 pages and 25 200 words. Which means that if any of you have any questions left for anything that happens prior to Starscream and Trine taking over as Winglords, you should ask for the answers now. Once this sucker is gets sent off to a beta reader, I'm closing the book and ain't looking back. (Speaking of which, who wants to volunteer for beta duties?) So please, if there was anything you wanted to see/read in Oppression but didn't, let me know and I'll see if it fits.
This was the part I had planned to post today. There will be another post tonight because creepygoth666 gave me a Nebula egg and wanted more Rings. So. More Rings it is.
Here there be dragons. I only need a Red Breasted Wyvern and a Silver to complete my collection. (At least until the next release.) Anyone got an egg to offer? XP
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