Flashback-Old Job-Closed
Apr 17, 2012 0:26:21 GMT -5
Post by league on Apr 17, 2012 0:26:21 GMT -5
When not drunk enough to pass out, sometimes memories will surface, the sort that a person don't often think about, either for fear or just buried under the many years that person has been alive. One such person was a grouchy miner turned warrior named League, trapped on a planet far from his home, though Earth was not the first planet he had ever been stuck on.
The first time he had been stranded on a rock, it had been a mining world, only a star away from Cybertron, not too far away by a galactic chart, but enough so that it could leave any bot homesick. League had been on it before the great war and continued to mine on while it happened on his home world. Not that league feared violence by any means, the world was a very chaotic one where any bot could be jumped and scrapped for their claim, at any time a mech's life was forfeit. Even when there were lines drawn, neither of the two symbols meant much on that blasted landscape, one bot would take another offline as soon as any other. Now, only the paranoid survived, the fewer bots you had guarding you back, the better the chances that you might live to see your mined energon turned into credits. The war didn't change this, it only caused the planet to become even more tightly wound.
In the dark tunnels of that world, League continued to mine, forever chipping away at the rock as he looked for more energon. His goal had shifted from simply earning credits to helping out the Autobots as best he could. Even now his paranoia was set in full, each swing of his pick was followed by a sonar pulse, making sure that he was alone. "Heya fataft! What's a floater like you doing in a hole like this?" League's sonar quickly registered the speaker as he turned ever so slowly to see another mech walking down through the tunnel. His name was Rotor, only coming up to League's chest, Rotor was still a fairly large bot and was clearly built for grunt work. He turned into a sort of drilling machine, which meant he could outdig just about every other bot on the planet, it also meant the slagger had more credits then he knew what to do with.
"If you ever picked up a good axe like the rest of us, you would learn the meaning of hard labor." League snapped back, a hint of a smile forming on his faceplate. The two were old friends, though Rotor was a good-for-nothing towerling, the bot had the sense to be a miner, even bought himself some fancy mods such as his alt mode. He wasn't so bot, an arrogant little bugger who would try to seduce anything that moved, but Rotor was also one of the few bots League would willingly tolerate. "Not my style, Finnyboy." Rotor returned with an infectious laugh, one that had been the doom of many reluctant femmes and mechs alike.
Shaking his head League set his pickaxe down for a moment "What brings you to my dig-site?" the hulking bot asked, knowing that Rotor didn't often drop by for no reason at all. "Ohh, nothing much." The smaller bot replied, though he clearly had something on his processor. Rotor moved closer to League and then glanced back down the tunnel "Well...maybe there is something." he stated, sounding just a little hesitant as the mech glanced back up at League.
"Okay, you remember the femme you were involved with a while back, right? The Decepticon? She hacked off your arm and sold it? The one with the nice transistors?" To this the larger miner only glared back, but unphased Rotor just chuckled "Alright, stupid question." which was followed by League turning his back on his old friend and pick up the pickaxe so that he might continue working once more. "Oh come on big guy! I tease you about a lot, but frag it League this might be important!" Rotor was beginning to lose his temper a bit, he didn't like being ignored in the least. "Look here mate, I know how to stick it to her good. I know you have a few under water mines somewhere on this dustball of a planet and that's just the sort of trap we can use to nab her." League knew he was right, it would be simple to pull off something like this, Rotor after all had a better head for scheming then League did and the little aft-chaser hadn't lead his fellow miner astray before.
"What's your plan?" League finally asked, practically hearing the whirling of Rotor's processor behind him as he continued to work on. "Well I heard she was price gouging the Decepticons, she provides good energon so they don't complain too much. However if we were to say, grab her and hand her over, I'm sure they will be all too happy to get her out of our systems and then we will be free to take over her sites!" Of course Rotor was a greedy bot, but he had a good spark and League knew it was in the right place, trying to help out his friend and all. The big bot thought about it for a moment, remembering how that same femme had tricked him, used him to locate larger energon cashes and then tried to dismember him to be sold as scrap. The big mech had only one other romantic experience before the 'Con and in retrospect he was insanely naive when it came to matters of the spark, but pay-back was something not unknown to him in the least. "I'm in." And with that a plan was made and a deal struck.
After Rotor departed, the two of them went over the finer details of the plan, since Rotor was a known ladies mech and play-bot, he would try and lure the femme out with the promise of selling energon and perhaps spending some time with her. Then He would lead the femme down a mine shaft to show her his haul of energon only to have League there waiting for her and then the two would over power the femme, take out her motor functions and sell her off to the Decepticons. Normally league would have had a problem with this, his morals and all, but he remembered all too well of being tricked and tossed away like an empty energon cube and wasn't thinking much about how he would live with himself when it was all over.
Only a day later League was told over the coms to meet up with Rotor at one of his mining sites, saying that the meeting was set up and he needed to get in place. League was running late of course, there weren't any rivers or other bodies of water near the site, something which Rotor must have overlooked, so the big mech had to travel on foot. He was late however, something that risked screwing up this entire scheme and could possibly get the both of them killed.
Rotor's site late on the south side of a small mountain, while he could just drive around or even drill through it, League had to slowly plod across open ground, cursing his friend's name with every step. Rounding a large boulder dug into the side of the mountain, League could see the site clearly, not much more then a hole dug into the side of the rock and a few stacks of energon crystals sitting outside. Shaking his head, League thought it wasteful, after all any bot could just walk by and snag a few bits for himself and then your would be out a pretty penny in expenses. Rotor had never been the crazed paranoid sort, not that League didn't try to teach his friend, the bot was just used to always having money laying around. He was a towerling after all, even had the chance to grow up a sparkling.
League was about to lumber towards the hole when his sonar spotted something homing in on the location. Moving backwards he managed to get behind the boulder as a small Decepticon fighter zoom across the wasteland only to come to a stop just outside of the hole. League was silently cursing himself as he kept a sensor on the action, knowing he had already screwed everything up, but perhaps he could fix it when Rotor showed up.
The ship landed slowly and opened up to let a tall, powerfully built femme walk out. She had a good sized frame, nearly as massive as League, barely a head shorter then he was, but she had the raw build of a miner. Her name was Tethys and she had an odd hybrid alt mode that could role across the ground like a tank as well as motor under the water. She had been League's only real rival for the energon hidden in the planet's oceans, a fact that had originally drew him to her, in spite of her Decepticon symbol. League had never thought much on the symbols, after all they didn't make a bot any more good or evil then anything else.
Even now League could feel his anger rising, he wanted to fight, bring her down and show how well he could do with two functioning arms. As he contemplated his vengeance, League noticed a second figure walk out from the craft, it was Rotor, a bit of a surprise to see him riding with the femme, but League figured it meant he had wormed into her good graces. "Okay, the big guy is down there, all you have to do is show up and beat the crap out of him. I'll remain here and...watch the energon." At least that was what League had thought until he heard this little exchange. It seemed that Tethys had been the one doing the scheming and managed to get the little driller on her side. "Play your cards right and I might just let you get a peak at my spark." She commented with a small wink before turning to the tunnel and beginning her walk towards what she thought was going to be a surprise attack.
League was nearly beside himself with rage, but he kept it in control until he saw the femme pass by the stacks of energon, then he knew he had to act. He primed a det-charge and toss it over the boulder, it exploded right away, causing a chain reaction with the energon, which in turn exploded as well, taking the femme with it, the object of so much hate.
Yelping out in shock, Rotor glanced about before backing up towards the ship, his new 'target' was gone and he had no idea what happened. On this planet it could have been anyone who wanted to off both himself and Tethys. But as League slowly walked around the boulder, his friend's optics nearly popped out of his metal skull. "Um...hi there buddy. You...your late." He seemed frightened, unsure of himself and justly so, he had no idea how much League knew or heard, but he was assuming the worst. League remained silent, he continued to march forwards, not showing a single sign of emotion. "Well it looks like we got her...right? The plan worked and you'll never have to see that backstabbing femmebot every again...right? FIshface?" Sadly those were Rotor's last words before League laid the smaller mech out with a powerful punch to the jaw. The miner then threw the limp form of his friend into the Decepticon ship before covering it with charges. League couldn't bring himself to kill his one and only friend with his bare servos, so he just set the timer and walked away.
He would have made a nice mint, between the Decepticon ship, the stored energon and the parts of the two doomed bots that betrayed him. But League didn't have the spark for something so ghoulish, not after this. He was to return to his mine and continue working, alone and paranoid for several more years until buying a ride off planet to fight in the front lines, somewhere he considered safer then the decaying planet he left behind.
Every now and again League's processor returns to those days, a hell if he had ever heard of one. He never regretted his actions, though when he gets drunk, not enough to become his overjoyed self, he remembers his days on that planet, the good and the bad.
-fin
The first time he had been stranded on a rock, it had been a mining world, only a star away from Cybertron, not too far away by a galactic chart, but enough so that it could leave any bot homesick. League had been on it before the great war and continued to mine on while it happened on his home world. Not that league feared violence by any means, the world was a very chaotic one where any bot could be jumped and scrapped for their claim, at any time a mech's life was forfeit. Even when there were lines drawn, neither of the two symbols meant much on that blasted landscape, one bot would take another offline as soon as any other. Now, only the paranoid survived, the fewer bots you had guarding you back, the better the chances that you might live to see your mined energon turned into credits. The war didn't change this, it only caused the planet to become even more tightly wound.
In the dark tunnels of that world, League continued to mine, forever chipping away at the rock as he looked for more energon. His goal had shifted from simply earning credits to helping out the Autobots as best he could. Even now his paranoia was set in full, each swing of his pick was followed by a sonar pulse, making sure that he was alone. "Heya fataft! What's a floater like you doing in a hole like this?" League's sonar quickly registered the speaker as he turned ever so slowly to see another mech walking down through the tunnel. His name was Rotor, only coming up to League's chest, Rotor was still a fairly large bot and was clearly built for grunt work. He turned into a sort of drilling machine, which meant he could outdig just about every other bot on the planet, it also meant the slagger had more credits then he knew what to do with.
"If you ever picked up a good axe like the rest of us, you would learn the meaning of hard labor." League snapped back, a hint of a smile forming on his faceplate. The two were old friends, though Rotor was a good-for-nothing towerling, the bot had the sense to be a miner, even bought himself some fancy mods such as his alt mode. He wasn't so bot, an arrogant little bugger who would try to seduce anything that moved, but Rotor was also one of the few bots League would willingly tolerate. "Not my style, Finnyboy." Rotor returned with an infectious laugh, one that had been the doom of many reluctant femmes and mechs alike.
Shaking his head League set his pickaxe down for a moment "What brings you to my dig-site?" the hulking bot asked, knowing that Rotor didn't often drop by for no reason at all. "Ohh, nothing much." The smaller bot replied, though he clearly had something on his processor. Rotor moved closer to League and then glanced back down the tunnel "Well...maybe there is something." he stated, sounding just a little hesitant as the mech glanced back up at League.
"Okay, you remember the femme you were involved with a while back, right? The Decepticon? She hacked off your arm and sold it? The one with the nice transistors?" To this the larger miner only glared back, but unphased Rotor just chuckled "Alright, stupid question." which was followed by League turning his back on his old friend and pick up the pickaxe so that he might continue working once more. "Oh come on big guy! I tease you about a lot, but frag it League this might be important!" Rotor was beginning to lose his temper a bit, he didn't like being ignored in the least. "Look here mate, I know how to stick it to her good. I know you have a few under water mines somewhere on this dustball of a planet and that's just the sort of trap we can use to nab her." League knew he was right, it would be simple to pull off something like this, Rotor after all had a better head for scheming then League did and the little aft-chaser hadn't lead his fellow miner astray before.
"What's your plan?" League finally asked, practically hearing the whirling of Rotor's processor behind him as he continued to work on. "Well I heard she was price gouging the Decepticons, she provides good energon so they don't complain too much. However if we were to say, grab her and hand her over, I'm sure they will be all too happy to get her out of our systems and then we will be free to take over her sites!" Of course Rotor was a greedy bot, but he had a good spark and League knew it was in the right place, trying to help out his friend and all. The big bot thought about it for a moment, remembering how that same femme had tricked him, used him to locate larger energon cashes and then tried to dismember him to be sold as scrap. The big mech had only one other romantic experience before the 'Con and in retrospect he was insanely naive when it came to matters of the spark, but pay-back was something not unknown to him in the least. "I'm in." And with that a plan was made and a deal struck.
After Rotor departed, the two of them went over the finer details of the plan, since Rotor was a known ladies mech and play-bot, he would try and lure the femme out with the promise of selling energon and perhaps spending some time with her. Then He would lead the femme down a mine shaft to show her his haul of energon only to have League there waiting for her and then the two would over power the femme, take out her motor functions and sell her off to the Decepticons. Normally league would have had a problem with this, his morals and all, but he remembered all too well of being tricked and tossed away like an empty energon cube and wasn't thinking much about how he would live with himself when it was all over.
Only a day later League was told over the coms to meet up with Rotor at one of his mining sites, saying that the meeting was set up and he needed to get in place. League was running late of course, there weren't any rivers or other bodies of water near the site, something which Rotor must have overlooked, so the big mech had to travel on foot. He was late however, something that risked screwing up this entire scheme and could possibly get the both of them killed.
Rotor's site late on the south side of a small mountain, while he could just drive around or even drill through it, League had to slowly plod across open ground, cursing his friend's name with every step. Rounding a large boulder dug into the side of the mountain, League could see the site clearly, not much more then a hole dug into the side of the rock and a few stacks of energon crystals sitting outside. Shaking his head, League thought it wasteful, after all any bot could just walk by and snag a few bits for himself and then your would be out a pretty penny in expenses. Rotor had never been the crazed paranoid sort, not that League didn't try to teach his friend, the bot was just used to always having money laying around. He was a towerling after all, even had the chance to grow up a sparkling.
League was about to lumber towards the hole when his sonar spotted something homing in on the location. Moving backwards he managed to get behind the boulder as a small Decepticon fighter zoom across the wasteland only to come to a stop just outside of the hole. League was silently cursing himself as he kept a sensor on the action, knowing he had already screwed everything up, but perhaps he could fix it when Rotor showed up.
The ship landed slowly and opened up to let a tall, powerfully built femme walk out. She had a good sized frame, nearly as massive as League, barely a head shorter then he was, but she had the raw build of a miner. Her name was Tethys and she had an odd hybrid alt mode that could role across the ground like a tank as well as motor under the water. She had been League's only real rival for the energon hidden in the planet's oceans, a fact that had originally drew him to her, in spite of her Decepticon symbol. League had never thought much on the symbols, after all they didn't make a bot any more good or evil then anything else.
Even now League could feel his anger rising, he wanted to fight, bring her down and show how well he could do with two functioning arms. As he contemplated his vengeance, League noticed a second figure walk out from the craft, it was Rotor, a bit of a surprise to see him riding with the femme, but League figured it meant he had wormed into her good graces. "Okay, the big guy is down there, all you have to do is show up and beat the crap out of him. I'll remain here and...watch the energon." At least that was what League had thought until he heard this little exchange. It seemed that Tethys had been the one doing the scheming and managed to get the little driller on her side. "Play your cards right and I might just let you get a peak at my spark." She commented with a small wink before turning to the tunnel and beginning her walk towards what she thought was going to be a surprise attack.
League was nearly beside himself with rage, but he kept it in control until he saw the femme pass by the stacks of energon, then he knew he had to act. He primed a det-charge and toss it over the boulder, it exploded right away, causing a chain reaction with the energon, which in turn exploded as well, taking the femme with it, the object of so much hate.
Yelping out in shock, Rotor glanced about before backing up towards the ship, his new 'target' was gone and he had no idea what happened. On this planet it could have been anyone who wanted to off both himself and Tethys. But as League slowly walked around the boulder, his friend's optics nearly popped out of his metal skull. "Um...hi there buddy. You...your late." He seemed frightened, unsure of himself and justly so, he had no idea how much League knew or heard, but he was assuming the worst. League remained silent, he continued to march forwards, not showing a single sign of emotion. "Well it looks like we got her...right? The plan worked and you'll never have to see that backstabbing femmebot every again...right? FIshface?" Sadly those were Rotor's last words before League laid the smaller mech out with a powerful punch to the jaw. The miner then threw the limp form of his friend into the Decepticon ship before covering it with charges. League couldn't bring himself to kill his one and only friend with his bare servos, so he just set the timer and walked away.
He would have made a nice mint, between the Decepticon ship, the stored energon and the parts of the two doomed bots that betrayed him. But League didn't have the spark for something so ghoulish, not after this. He was to return to his mine and continue working, alone and paranoid for several more years until buying a ride off planet to fight in the front lines, somewhere he considered safer then the decaying planet he left behind.
Every now and again League's processor returns to those days, a hell if he had ever heard of one. He never regretted his actions, though when he gets drunk, not enough to become his overjoyed self, he remembers his days on that planet, the good and the bad.
-fin