2026: A Quintesson Guardsman and Gatekeeper prodded a middle aged female
servant slave with vicious weapons that just barely touched her metallic
flesh. They knew how angry their superiors, the Judges, would be if they
per chance caused the female to abort a new life and future slave. Only
two clicks before she had finished completing the act known as Genetic
Identification with a military male slave. To stop the new life from
forming was to invite a swim in the Sharkticon pit. Luckily for them, the
female was easily escorted back to her quarters.
The entourage left as Enigma entered her home, only to be greeted by a
stormy verbal confrontation within.
"Now listen to me, young lady." Murusa intoned evenly, then caught
sight of her friend, "Thank the creator you're back, Enigma. Trica is
giving me a time of it."
The aquamarine, blue and gray form of Enigma smiled warmly at the
copenhagen blue and light blue female, then turned her icy, light green
gaze at her daughter.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" she intoned evenly.
Trica planted her hands on her hips, her rose colored optics flashed
dangerously, "Stick it in neutral, Mother!"
"How dare you take that tone with me. Ever since you were born you've
caused me nothing but heartache. I've have loved you, cared for you, and
taught you. I'm your Mother for Sequistas' sake, I deserve better
treatment than this." Enigma said evenly, but sharply.
Trica moved, it was a stiff almost two legged limp, she drew close to
her and hissed, "If you were my Mother, I wouldn't have to walk around
like this! I hate you for not protecting me when I needed you most.
Goodbye!"
The youngsters dark blue and orange body limped out. Enigma crumpled to
the floor and wept. Murusa wrapped her arms around her best friends blue,
green, and orange form.
"The child doesn't realize that what happened that day couldn't have
been prevented." she stated.
"I know. Oh Murusa, I hope my next will be all right. I wish I could
have told Trica she's going to have a sibling." Enigma replied.
"The girl has some thinking and soul searching to do. Let her have
that time, she'll come to the fold." Murusa reported.
"I hope so, dear friend." she sighed as she felt a surge within her,
her next child would soon begin to take form, "I want you to be there for
the birth Murusa, like you were at hers."
"I will make sure I am, this time no one will..." Murusa began, then
concluded, "I'll have the place secured, you have my word."
Trica wandered about Mechanadron. She was angry, hateful, she wanted to
kill. She spotted a fellow female Servabot and rushed upon her. The light
green and light blue form was overpowered and begged for her life.
"Please spare me, I'll give you anything you desire." she said.
"All I want it a new body, can you give me that?" Trica inquired.
"Me and my friends construct many things, we can give you a new
body." the other nodded.
"Good." Trica said and allowed her to stand, "I will remember
this..?"
"Lodestar." she replied
"Lodestar. Come, take me to your friends. Don't disappoint me or I'll
kill you all." Trica snarled.
"You have done well, I will repay you someday." she stated.
"What are we to call you?" one asked.
"I shall be called Electra." came the reply/
Days later Electra was found by the Quintessons and placed within the
female Trechercon ranks. She quickly went from mere lackey to third
lieutenant under the tutelage of an elder female called Shell Shock. She
became one of the best and most merciless of the fem 'Con killers. Some
weeks later a slave uprising occurred, in the midst of this, Enigmas'
fourth child was born.
"Look at her Murusa. She's so beautiful, her soul so strong." Enigma
smiled.
"Yes, she is both and more. She bears the red mark of Sequista on her
forehead, she will be a great leader one day." Murusa replied.
"I wish Trica was here to see her." Enigma sighed.
Murusa only nodded and turned her thoughtful gaze into the newborns'
icy light green optics and asked, "What will you name her?"
"I'll call her Tetra." Enigma stated.
"Tetra." the girl mimicked and giggled.
Enigma smiled proudly. "You will turn out all right, I swear on Sequistas'
name you will. Murusa, promise me you will tell her of her sister if I die
before I can tell her."
"Of course. I must get back, the slave rebellion is making slow
progress and needs all the help it can get." Murusa reported.
"Take care, good friend." Enigma nodded.
"I'll return, worry not." Murusa smiled.
Time passed, the rebellion continued as Tetra grew into adulthood. She
soon joined the other grown children for teaching in both fighting and in
education. One day Tetra walked home with her best friend Anima, the
scarlet red and pink female had become like a sister to her and they were
very close. As they entered Tetra' home, both youths gasped.
"Mother!" Tetra cried and fell to the side of the burned hulk, "Oh
Mother!" She wept for many hours as Anima tried her best to comfort her.
"The Quintessons did this. They will pay Anima, I swear they will pay."
Tetra whispered hoarsely.
"In time, Tetra. We must continue our training and complete it, then
you may take revenge. You can stay with me and my family." Anima said
softly, guiding her away.
Time passed, the Quintessons were driven off the planet by their slaves.
In revenge, they sent a mist amongst the inhabitants. It destroyed every
last male, but left the females untouched. The females were in shock for a
time, especially those who saw it happen. The female Trechercons got
organized and prepared to once again go to war, this time against the
Servabots. The Servabots also prepared, though two of their leaders died
before the First Great War began. Their third leader, Logica Reris, came
into power just after Electra did. Logica and Electra met in battle
several times, but soon the evil female proved the stronger. Electra fired
her cannon at Logica, causing grievous damage to her, then laughed and
left her to suffer. Logica removed the Servabot Matrix of Leadership from
her chest with her last life. Tetra and Murusa found their fallen leader.
"What are we to do Murusa? Logica Reris is dead. We'll surely all die
when we just started to defend ourselves." Tetra stated.
"I know." Murusa replied, the Matrix began to glow as Tetra drew
near, "Sweet Sequista, you are the next Chosen One."
"What?" Tetra blinked.
"Take it, you are to be leader now." Murusa smiled.
Tetra paused, she looked at the glowing artifact and could hear an
internal beckoning that couldn't be denied. She took the Matrix from the
Logicas' death grip and was transformed mentally, physically, and
spiritually. She moved the Matrix within her own chest.
"I am now Tetra Reris, I will lead my warriors to victory." she
stated.
"I know you will, Commander." the elder replied.
The youth turned her serious orange face toward the elder, "You will
be called Forge, after your unerring way of battle charge."
"I accept the new name, Commander." she nodded.
"You will protect me and guide me as you always have, this I ask of
you." Tetra stated.
"Of course, now let's go, the tide needs to turn." Forge said.
Tetra Reris strode toward the imposing silver, black, purple and red form
of Electra.
"A new one already? Pity you'll have to join Logica." Electra
chuckled.
"Try me, you'll soon see Tetra Reris isn't easily killed." came the
retort.
The two fought and it came out a draw, the battle was soon called off
since the casualties were many. Over time the older females died and until
only Forge and Shell Shock were left alive. The war continued on until the
energy level on Mechanadron was so critical that an uneasy agreement was
made. The two leaders began a simultaneous selection of warriors who would
be shut down until conditions got better. This continued until both
factions were down to about twenty to twenty-three warriors. This done,
they began to fight the Second Great War. One day Tetra Reris learned from
Sequista that another planet of Transformers existed, contact was made and
you know the rest.