Cybertron. The home of an advanced species of sentient robots, it's, it's a hellhole. A senate unwilling to let the lower castes in on it vast resources, replacing many worker bots with automated machinery. And on top of that in the center of a galaxy with a racial prejudice against the mechanical life forms.
But from here it only gets worse.
Down in the depths of the planet's south hemisphere, a miner is dismayed when he is told he is relieved of his duties in the energon mine.
Energon is the most scarce resource on the planet, used for literally everything, their fuel. Medicine, ammunition, the list goes on. It's the planet's universal solvent.
Back to this miner. His name, Ulchtar. He is a tall, steel grey mech, with dark crimson eyes. He dropped his pickaxe after hearing that he was losing his job. Along with every other miner. They all stood in awe at the senator giving a speech about how they should be thankful for being put out of work.
The senate didn't understand the lower class, their cities were grimy, polluted, overpopulated. Resources stretched to their thinnest. Recreation was a thing of their dreams.
Work, was they had.
And to lose that, that infuriated the miners. Ulchtar stood silently, emotionless. Glaring at the senator. That's when a miner directly next to him spoke up, cutting the senator off. The other miners, stared at this mech in shock.
"Excuse me Senator Desemus, but you expect us to be okay with this, there's enough energon on this planet to keep us running and mining and keep your yachts a float!" He said, many miners cheered.
The senator tried to cut back in, but a second miner spoke, "Yeah, and it's not like we don't all know what gonna happen to this facility when we're gone, you're gonna replace us with computer operated machines!"
"Well we ain't having this no more, we demand respect, if it weren't for us fragheads like yourself wouldn't be in office, if it weren't for the damned workin' class there'd be no fuel in your intakes!"
Desemus pointed at the miner and two guards started walking towards him gripping their hammers.
"You can't jus toss us aside like we're mere machines, we're living things trying to make lives for ourselves, and Unicron's spawn like you leech off our hard work like we're nothin' we ain't nothin', we ain-" He was cut off by a hammer slamming into his faceplates. Sending him falling back, miners cleared the area as the two guards then proceeded to pound and smash on the poor miner bot. With their hammers.
Then the entire room erupted in yelling and the throwing of tools at the Autobot troopers surrounding the unjust brutality. Ulchtar gazed at his pickaxe and pulled it off of the ground and held it in two hands, caressing the handle.
He intook air and breathe out slowly. As the riot grew more destructive he decided to try and end it by lunging at the senator, striking him in the shoulder.
He was soon pulled off of the state official by an Autobot guard who punched him in the face. Like instinct, Ulchtar grabbed the energon blaster on the guard's hip and pulled it off it's holster.
The guard tried to take it back. As he wrestled Ulchtar, a hand grasped the handle, and the trigger was pulled.
The guard was flung back, a hole in between his optics, his energon flying across the room splattering over Ulctar's face.
Ulchtar could only gazed in horror over what he had done. Not because he had ended a life, but he enjoyed doing so. The riot died down at the elite guard arrived and Ulchtar was slammed against the floor by one officer Magnus.
He lost his hearing as Magnus read him his rights. Bah, what rights. He just killed a man. He no longer had rights. Only rage.
"Orion, I'm so glad you could join me," Alpha Trion, said to a young red mech as he approached the ancient Autobot.
"I was told to meet you upon the east deck," Orion Pax said, Trion nodded.
"Yes, I'm afraid, that your service here at the hall of records is at an end." Alpha said, Orion lowered his head.
"I'm sorry I disappointed you," He said, Alpha sighed.
"You did not, but child," Trion said, "I am the only member of our counsel not obsessed with my power, but that is no excuse to call out Senator Halogen the way you did." Pax nodded.
"Where am I to go," He asked, Alpha smiled.
"I was able to get you into the Elite Guard, you start training tomorrow." Trion said.
"But I'm built for law enforcement." Orion said.
"That is why your chassis is to be modified, starting with a more combat suitable helmet," Alpha said, pointing at Orion's round soft helm.
Pax nodded, he was unsure. A cop? He calls out the corrupt government, and now he has to enforce their law?
The ways irony works.