2027: It all makes sense now. Its all jelled. Its helped me understand who
I am better. Its my past, having been long suppressed by my programming.
Now I remember it all clearly. I was the third child born to a young
Servabot female during the late stages of the Quintesson rule. I had a
brother who I never met and most likely never will, and a sister who lived
not far away. I was told my Father was a Trechercon when I was old enough
to understand the implication. It was tough growing up under slavery. Once
at the age of adulthood, I was taken away and put to work. I didn't relish
the idea, but what choice did I have? I knew that my Mother, once freed of
me, would be forced to conceive again. That was how the Quintessons made
their money, they bred their slaves for either military or consumer use
and then sold the children once they were trained. No young Transformer
enjoyed that part of their life. It was either be bought as a slave and
taken from home or be a slave here and be forced to breed. It was a risk
to make friends due to this fact. The time to educate and train me took
over a Breem. After that they determined my fate as a slave. The Judge
decided to let me stay and further determined my personality was such that
I would be placed with the Servabot enclave. Once given a place to stay, I
was put to work until they found a suitable mate to breed me with. It was
at work you could make friends, if you were careful about speaking during
work. My line of work was on fuel pumps of all kinds. I got energon every
day for my work. Not a totally bad existence until the overseeing
Quintesson decided the work wasn't good enough. I got the taste his
electro-whip across my back and legs more times than I'd care to admit. I
wasn't only who got this treatment, we all did, some worse than others, a
few even died. We worked in shifts with a very small break each hour. At
the end of the shift, we'd get our daily energon and get to go home for
three Earth hours, then go back to work again. I suffered that for 20
Earth years. Then whispers were abounding about rebellion. We all perked
up, hoping this rebellion may free us and wondering how we could join. My
euphoria was short lived when the Quintessons came for me. I wasn't sure
what was up until I was locked in a room. When I saw the male Transformer
before me, I went into shock. My processors were scrambling for data about
breeding and how the Quintessons method of selection averaged in a correct
pairing. As I understood it, they only chose the couple and then awaited
to see if they would breed or not, banking on a anomaly called Genetic
Identification. If it didn't occur, then they hoped the couple might hit
it off anyway and then plan for a later breeding time. With these thoughts
flying through my circuits, I stared at the male and he stared back.
Neither of us spoke, nor moved. It became apparent we weren't Genetically
Identifying, so we finally spoke to each other. He was as relieved as I
that Identification hadn't occurred and that was far as it went for the
Quintessons came in and separated us. We were put together many times
afterward with nothing more than quickly spoken words. I even grew to love
him. Then the rebellion came. First it was the Trechercon and Servabot
males and then the Trechercon and Servabot females. We all struck out and
slowly we won ground. We lost many, mostly the old and weak, in the war.
After the Quintessons left, the mist came. I had no idea what is was for
and didn't know until later when I went to find my beloved. The mist had
killed all the males on the planet. Not long after that, the Trechercons
were scouring for recruits to begin a civil war. They gathered only the
younger females of both sides, brainwashing the Servabots and then
training them with the Trechercons to be warriors. I happened to be one
those Servabots that were captured and brainwashed. A lot of personality
is lost to brainwashing and only a strong trait survived. One of mine was
being a coward. I wasn't born that way mind you, I was made that way by
the slave master at my work. I was trained to be a warrior, but training a
coward proved difficult. They did what they could with me and decided I'd
be best off as a high altitude bombing threat during battles, which suited
me just fine. What didn't suite anyone was being forced to wear battle
masks. The only reason for it was because the Commander had to be the
ugliest being you'd ever run into. Serving under her was short lived
though, Electra became our leader and life certainly got interesting. I
did well for myself considering my cowardice. After awhile, the energy
level on our planet was getting critical. A temporary truce was called as
each side reduced their warrior count. That helped tremendously with
provisions. I had thought I was to be one of the chosen to be put in
stasis. I wouldn't have minded, however Electra kept me on-line. Time
passed with no real headway by either side. Then we were contacted by male
Transformers. Did that ever blow a few diodes. Most of us had never seen a
male, only a token few had seen one before. I had to admit I was scared to
go to a foreign world, especially an organic one, to meet these new
allies. After awhile I didn't mind it, especially since I felt an
attraction to the Combaticon Blast Off. That leads to today, I'm middle
aged now, Blast Off and I have a son, Lift off. The war still goes on, but
peace may be on the horizon.
I am better. Its my past, having been long suppressed by my programming.
Now I remember it all clearly. I was the third child born to a young
Servabot female during the late stages of the Quintesson rule. I had a
brother who I never met and most likely never will, and a sister who lived
not far away. I was told my Father was a Trechercon when I was old enough
to understand the implication. It was tough growing up under slavery. Once
at the age of adulthood, I was taken away and put to work. I didn't relish
the idea, but what choice did I have? I knew that my Mother, once freed of
me, would be forced to conceive again. That was how the Quintessons made
their money, they bred their slaves for either military or consumer use
and then sold the children once they were trained. No young Transformer
enjoyed that part of their life. It was either be bought as a slave and
taken from home or be a slave here and be forced to breed. It was a risk
to make friends due to this fact. The time to educate and train me took
over a Breem. After that they determined my fate as a slave. The Judge
decided to let me stay and further determined my personality was such that
I would be placed with the Servabot enclave. Once given a place to stay, I
was put to work until they found a suitable mate to breed me with. It was
at work you could make friends, if you were careful about speaking during
work. My line of work was on fuel pumps of all kinds. I got energon every
day for my work. Not a totally bad existence until the overseeing
Quintesson decided the work wasn't good enough. I got the taste his
electro-whip across my back and legs more times than I'd care to admit. I
wasn't only who got this treatment, we all did, some worse than others, a
few even died. We worked in shifts with a very small break each hour. At
the end of the shift, we'd get our daily energon and get to go home for
three Earth hours, then go back to work again. I suffered that for 20
Earth years. Then whispers were abounding about rebellion. We all perked
up, hoping this rebellion may free us and wondering how we could join. My
euphoria was short lived when the Quintessons came for me. I wasn't sure
what was up until I was locked in a room. When I saw the male Transformer
before me, I went into shock. My processors were scrambling for data about
breeding and how the Quintessons method of selection averaged in a correct
pairing. As I understood it, they only chose the couple and then awaited
to see if they would breed or not, banking on a anomaly called Genetic
Identification. If it didn't occur, then they hoped the couple might hit
it off anyway and then plan for a later breeding time. With these thoughts
flying through my circuits, I stared at the male and he stared back.
Neither of us spoke, nor moved. It became apparent we weren't Genetically
Identifying, so we finally spoke to each other. He was as relieved as I
that Identification hadn't occurred and that was far as it went for the
Quintessons came in and separated us. We were put together many times
afterward with nothing more than quickly spoken words. I even grew to love
him. Then the rebellion came. First it was the Trechercon and Servabot
males and then the Trechercon and Servabot females. We all struck out and
slowly we won ground. We lost many, mostly the old and weak, in the war.
After the Quintessons left, the mist came. I had no idea what is was for
and didn't know until later when I went to find my beloved. The mist had
killed all the males on the planet. Not long after that, the Trechercons
were scouring for recruits to begin a civil war. They gathered only the
younger females of both sides, brainwashing the Servabots and then
training them with the Trechercons to be warriors. I happened to be one
those Servabots that were captured and brainwashed. A lot of personality
is lost to brainwashing and only a strong trait survived. One of mine was
being a coward. I wasn't born that way mind you, I was made that way by
the slave master at my work. I was trained to be a warrior, but training a
coward proved difficult. They did what they could with me and decided I'd
be best off as a high altitude bombing threat during battles, which suited
me just fine. What didn't suite anyone was being forced to wear battle
masks. The only reason for it was because the Commander had to be the
ugliest being you'd ever run into. Serving under her was short lived
though, Electra became our leader and life certainly got interesting. I
did well for myself considering my cowardice. After awhile, the energy
level on our planet was getting critical. A temporary truce was called as
each side reduced their warrior count. That helped tremendously with
provisions. I had thought I was to be one of the chosen to be put in
stasis. I wouldn't have minded, however Electra kept me on-line. Time
passed with no real headway by either side. Then we were contacted by male
Transformers. Did that ever blow a few diodes. Most of us had never seen a
male, only a token few had seen one before. I had to admit I was scared to
go to a foreign world, especially an organic one, to meet these new
allies. After awhile I didn't mind it, especially since I felt an
attraction to the Combaticon Blast Off. That leads to today, I'm middle
aged now, Blast Off and I have a son, Lift off. The war still goes on, but
peace may be on the horizon.