"Forgotten"—A TFP Fan Fiction
Summary: Gira takes Orion to the colosseum for a show, where his distaste for violence is revealed.
Rated: M overall for violence, some future gore, and sexual content.
**This chapter is rated T for gladiator violence**
Transformers characters © Hasbro
Gira © Me
PART TWO: REMEMBER
Chapter 12—What Do You Want To Be?
I managed to catch Orion in the library, who was using his free time to read from a data-pad. I explained to him why I wanted to get out so badly, and possible places we could go. But he kept reminding me that our studies and assignments were important and came first before any outside activities. He told me that he already finished his class assignments before coming to the library.
"Have you finished your class work yet?" he asked me.
"I'll have them done before I go to bed," I told him, "but can we go out and do something? Please? I already feel confined to this school like a prisoner."
Orion still seemed hesitant, but after giving my most pleading look, I was sure I won him over. "Fine, fine," he said and rose up. "Where would you like to go?"
I beamed a smile and exclaimed as I dragged him out, "The Colosseum!"
Despite his protests, I led him into the gladiatorial arena, where we took a row near the front to get a clear shot of the action. While I was ecstatic and oddly eager to see the violence, Orion was not. I could tell because he was squirming like a youngling about to leak on himself.
The first gladiator took on a large drill-bot, easily gutting him in half. The second gladiator battled a monstrous Cyber-wolf, finishing the fight by decapitating it. The third gladiator, the most popular named Megatronus, stood against a mutated Buffaloid, taking him down by snapping his neck. While the crowd, including myself, cheered and applauded, I could hear Orion gagging and whimpering beside me.
"What's the matter?" I teased. "You gonna throw up?"
"Yeah, I might," Orion winced, rubbing his tank. He shuddered and swallowed, while I couldn't help but laugh. "You are so sensitive!"
My Onny pouted. "Well at least I'm not a crybaby," he retorted.
I gasped, my feelings hurt, and cringed. "Hey! I was only funning with you!" I whined and turned away, like I was about to cry.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" he said panicking and rubbed my back. "Don't cry, okay?"
"Okay!"
"Hey! You faker!"
I giggled and hugged him. "Don't be mad at me, Onny," I said and playfully tickled him, "or I'll force you to be happy!"
He laughed and tried pushing me away, but I had the grip of a sparkling. I eventually showed him mercy and we watched the staff clean up the arena. Orion sighed, shaking his head. "Who in their right mind would want to be a gladiator?" he asked.
"Maybe someone who believes they can be one," I said.
"Yes, but…it's such a messy job. Not to mention gory."
"Well, they probably have strong fuel tanks as they do muscle fibers."
"Well, you won't find me in an arena anytime soon," he said.
"Don't have to tell me twice," I chuckled. With the thought on my mind, I asked, "What do you want to be after you graduate from Iacon High?"
Orion's face lit up, like he had a lot to say now that I had brought up the topic. "I've thought long and hard on what I want my career to be, and I decided that I want to be an archivist, working at the Hall of Records."
"Why an archivist?"
"I've become fascinated with our planet's history," he further explained, "and maybe someday I can find a way to prevent history from being rewritten and prevent war and chaos on Cybertron. What better way to combine the two than being an archivist?"
"What makes you think you can accomplish such a goal?"
"I feel like violence will only lead to division and mental harm, just as much as physical. In order for our world to function, there needs to be peace and equality."
"Will you put an end to gladiator duel as well?"
"Hopefully. I don't enjoy seeing innocent creatures being tortured and…mutilated, just for sport," Orion said pitifully.
"You do realize they are only fighting monsters that were lab experiment rejects, right?"
"Still. But, enough about my dream. What do you want to be?"
"Me?" I blinked. I hadn't really thought about what I wanted to do with my life. I didn't really believe I was good at much of anything. Orion had a perfect dream ahead of him, while I still had a jumble in my path. Then, a sound from above drew my attention to the sky. I looked to see a cargo ship soaring overhead. Then my spark jumped as I got an idea.
"I want to be a pilot!"
"A pilot?" Orion repeated. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah! It looks fun! I could travel all around Cybertron and visit places I've never seen or heard of!" I explained.
"I wouldn't think a pilot makes much money, Gee."
"Hey! I didn't bat about your dream!"
"Uh, actually you did."
"Hmph!"
"Aw, don't pout," Orion said, then pulled me into his lap and tickled me, causing me to break my pouting look and laugh. "You can be whatever you want to be," he told me after he stopped. "If you want to be a pilot, then don't let anything or anyone stop you." I smiled and hugged him tightly, giving him the same advice.
After we left the Colosseum, I headed for the library and checked out data-pads regarding how to be a pilot. I stayed up most of the night reading them first, and then finishing what schoolwork I had left. My hopes of being a pilot were more important than any school lesson.
A/N: I know this is what they call a filler chapter, but it does play a part in the story as a whole. You'll see :)
