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tamingthemuseTitle: Bands of Avalon
Rating:PG-13
Fandom: Transformers (2007/09 movie)
Prompt: #173 - Predatory
Summary: A story about duty, love and family.
- THREE -
Galaxy Bay, Shuttle District, Cybertron - 9065.46.41.459.01
"Are we on?"
The viddi did not pause in his work for a moment. Through the HUD of his cameras he was searching for the perfect background for a story of this magnitude. He knew already what his partner would do once he gave the signal to begin: the reporter would paint a picture of heroic tragedy, a tale of how the glorious Thanatos sacrificed himself to ensure his passengers' survival.
Of course, not one student who had ever had the pleasure of learning under Thanatos' guidance would ever believe this kind of slag, but nobody would ask them. What the masses wanted, and what the reporters would provide, was a pretty fairy tale to write into the history books. Nobody wanted to hear about a bored and damaged ship playing teacher to a bunch of crazy kids. Nobody wanted to hear that is was a pilot's mistake which took out the former war hero and his harem of hackers.
He nodded to his partner. And with a wide grin the show of the century began.
"Thanatos was one of the last survivors of the great Tharn War. He alone was it who infiltrated the Tharn home world and managed to activate what we now call a cleaning virus."
Here he would later put in some military footage of that period. The avidly watching populace, especially flyers and soldiers from the Decepticon clans, loved to see pictures of epic victories and other similar useless stuff.
"Thanatos was a hero. A hero whose only wish it was to continue serving in the name of Prime and Protector."
Another cut. This time the pictures would be of an old fighter kneeling in front of the Cube as if in prayer.
"A wish that was granted."
The old guy was now laying on a surgeon's table, the liquids of his spark chamber exposed to the elements. A medic injected something into it. The resulting convulsions looked very painful.
'Far too painful, actually, to not be very helpful with our studio's future funding', the viddi thought.
"He underwent the Rites of Crystalization. As one of Cybertron's grand ships he travelled our empire for many years until he decided to give back some parts of his wisdom."
Here they would show a 2D picture of a ship hovering over Protector's Residence. Nobody would see that this artist's rendition of a ship was not Thanatos but Protector's flag ship Nemesis. And if nobody saw the difference who would make a fuss over such a small mistake, right?
"Two thousand years ago, he founded what would become one, if not the most prestigious school in the whole empire. A school which could only be entered if the prospective student won in a specially designed contest."
The viddi remembered the many tests in Thanatos' contest vividly. He remembered how the contest would force a child to fight for what they wanted, how it break through trained behaviour and painstakingly learned knowledge. It is said that those who survive the contest without any scars, be they on body of soul, were to become the best of the best. There simply were no closed doors for a student of Thanatos.
In this exact moment the viddi hated the ship more than anything in his life.
"For generations Thanatos educated Cybertron's elite. For generations he was the one and only border standing between the success of a few 'talented' children and the failure of the 'unworthy' masses. It is said that not even Protector's Heir was able to study under him without going through the contest."
The video would now change to several files showing the current heir at a diplomatic conference. The grim looking soldier standing behind the child - his name was Ironhide, born on Qyrs during the organic sieges - dominated the picture even though it was obvious he didn't like being surrounded by reporters and politicians.
It was always good to show the more mundane side of the First Line.
"But..." Here the reporter made a pause for dramatic effect. "... every good thing has to come to an end some time."
The viddi adjusted his cameras' focus. The reporter put on a sad mien and sighed.
"Only four days ago an tragic message arrived on Cybertron. Thanatos has been destroyed." A wide swing over the background, from curious bystanders to the shuttle docks currently housing a dozen rescue craft.
"At the moment we do not know how many of his students and teachers have survived. We also do not know what caused the incident which led to Thanatos' destruction and the death of so many children.
"The only thing we do know is that help is on its way. We only hope that the rescue teams arrive timely at their destination in the outer regions of the empire."
And out.
He deactivated his cameras.
"Damn, but I hate doing these sentimental sob stories," his partner said with no small amount of relief in the voice.
"I know, boss. But it can't be helped."
"Yeah, yeah. I just don't like having to lie to our viewers. They have a right to accurate information after all."
"In a breem this story will be all over the comm lines."
"Don't remind me. I still wonder why we still produce news feeds when everybody is already gossiping about it behind everybody's backs."
"Because they don't want the truth," the viddi said.
The reporter could only laugh.
Rating:PG-13
Fandom: Transformers (2007/09 movie)
Prompt: #173 - Predatory
Summary: A story about duty, love and family.
- THREE -
Galaxy Bay, Shuttle District, Cybertron - 9065.46.41.459.01
"Are we on?"
The viddi did not pause in his work for a moment. Through the HUD of his cameras he was searching for the perfect background for a story of this magnitude. He knew already what his partner would do once he gave the signal to begin: the reporter would paint a picture of heroic tragedy, a tale of how the glorious Thanatos sacrificed himself to ensure his passengers' survival.
Of course, not one student who had ever had the pleasure of learning under Thanatos' guidance would ever believe this kind of slag, but nobody would ask them. What the masses wanted, and what the reporters would provide, was a pretty fairy tale to write into the history books. Nobody wanted to hear about a bored and damaged ship playing teacher to a bunch of crazy kids. Nobody wanted to hear that is was a pilot's mistake which took out the former war hero and his harem of hackers.
He nodded to his partner. And with a wide grin the show of the century began.
"Thanatos was one of the last survivors of the great Tharn War. He alone was it who infiltrated the Tharn home world and managed to activate what we now call a cleaning virus."
Here he would later put in some military footage of that period. The avidly watching populace, especially flyers and soldiers from the Decepticon clans, loved to see pictures of epic victories and other similar useless stuff.
"Thanatos was a hero. A hero whose only wish it was to continue serving in the name of Prime and Protector."
Another cut. This time the pictures would be of an old fighter kneeling in front of the Cube as if in prayer.
"A wish that was granted."
The old guy was now laying on a surgeon's table, the liquids of his spark chamber exposed to the elements. A medic injected something into it. The resulting convulsions looked very painful.
'Far too painful, actually, to not be very helpful with our studio's future funding', the viddi thought.
"He underwent the Rites of Crystalization. As one of Cybertron's grand ships he travelled our empire for many years until he decided to give back some parts of his wisdom."
Here they would show a 2D picture of a ship hovering over Protector's Residence. Nobody would see that this artist's rendition of a ship was not Thanatos but Protector's flag ship Nemesis. And if nobody saw the difference who would make a fuss over such a small mistake, right?
"Two thousand years ago, he founded what would become one, if not the most prestigious school in the whole empire. A school which could only be entered if the prospective student won in a specially designed contest."
The viddi remembered the many tests in Thanatos' contest vividly. He remembered how the contest would force a child to fight for what they wanted, how it break through trained behaviour and painstakingly learned knowledge. It is said that those who survive the contest without any scars, be they on body of soul, were to become the best of the best. There simply were no closed doors for a student of Thanatos.
In this exact moment the viddi hated the ship more than anything in his life.
"For generations Thanatos educated Cybertron's elite. For generations he was the one and only border standing between the success of a few 'talented' children and the failure of the 'unworthy' masses. It is said that not even Protector's Heir was able to study under him without going through the contest."
The video would now change to several files showing the current heir at a diplomatic conference. The grim looking soldier standing behind the child - his name was Ironhide, born on Qyrs during the organic sieges - dominated the picture even though it was obvious he didn't like being surrounded by reporters and politicians.
It was always good to show the more mundane side of the First Line.
"But..." Here the reporter made a pause for dramatic effect. "... every good thing has to come to an end some time."
The viddi adjusted his cameras' focus. The reporter put on a sad mien and sighed.
"Only four days ago an tragic message arrived on Cybertron. Thanatos has been destroyed." A wide swing over the background, from curious bystanders to the shuttle docks currently housing a dozen rescue craft.
"At the moment we do not know how many of his students and teachers have survived. We also do not know what caused the incident which led to Thanatos' destruction and the death of so many children.
"The only thing we do know is that help is on its way. We only hope that the rescue teams arrive timely at their destination in the outer regions of the empire."
And out.
He deactivated his cameras.
"Damn, but I hate doing these sentimental sob stories," his partner said with no small amount of relief in the voice.
"I know, boss. But it can't be helped."
"Yeah, yeah. I just don't like having to lie to our viewers. They have a right to accurate information after all."
"In a breem this story will be all over the comm lines."
"Don't remind me. I still wonder why we still produce news feeds when everybody is already gossiping about it behind everybody's backs."
"Because they don't want the truth," the viddi said.
The reporter could only laugh.
