From delque@sprintmail.com Mon May 19 18:37:30 1997 Received: from mailgate32 (mailgate32-hme0.a001.sprintmail.com [205.137.196.58]) by grex.cyberspace.org (8.6.13/8.6.12) with ESMTP id SAA05259 for ; Mon, 19 May 1997 18:37:18 -0400 Received: by mailgate32 (SMI-8.6/SMI-SVR4) id PAA09361; Mon, 19 May 1997 15:37:55 -0700 Received: from sdn-ts-031mdrelrp02.dialsprint.net(206.133.14.69) by mailfep3-hme1 via smap (KC5.24) id Q_10.1.1.8/Q_16780_1_3380d5fe; Mon May 19 15:36:47 1997 Message-ID: <3380D597.3276@sprintmail.com> Date: Mon, 19 May 1997 18:35:03 -0400 From: John F Sexton Reply-To: delque@sprintmail.com X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (Win95; U) MIME-Version: 1.0 To: suz@cyberspace.org Subject: Fanfic Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------1DD534653E0" Status: RO This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------1DD534653E0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Attached is a TF fanfic entitled "Civil War". It is only the first part, as it is still in the works. I do have several other stories right now, and if this piques anyone's curiosity, I would be glad to send more in. LMK. --------------1DD534653E0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="Civil.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="Civil.txt" The universe, in its infinite size, holds an infinite number of galaxies. In one of the countless spiral galaxies there is a rather insignificant medium sized star, and circling it, a large, Saturn sized planet. A world composed entirely of metal, it is a wonder of beauty and tranquillity. Its inhabitants, also metallic, exist in peace and harmony with one another. In their society, all are one. This is about to change. It is nine million years ago. The world is Cybertron. They are the Transformers. The sun rises over the city of Metacor, and gleams off the many spires rising towards the sky. The city streets are alive with traffic; a busy but jovial atmosphere exists. A courier races down an avenue, makes a sharp right and continues on his way, passing a red and gold robot on his way to the city's center, and a meeting with his friend. As he walks, several more fast paced robots pass him, and to each he gives a nod. In front of him, the city's central spire rises miles into the sky; a slender gold needle reaching for the stars. At the base of the spire stands his friend, a large silver and black robot. His friend raises his hand and waves him over with a shout, "Hello, Seeker! I've been waiting for you!" A smile stretches across Seeker's face. He walks to his friend and embraces him. "It's been a while, Megatron. How have you been?" "Just fine, just fine. The construction of the new tower is complete, and the city's prefect is very happy with my work." Seeker pats him on the back, "Excellent, my friend. I am glad that things are going so well for you." The two talk for a few minutes longer, and then stop. "I am sorry, Megatron, but I must be going now. I have a small task to do right now, but can you meet me near the pavilion tonight?" "I would love to. Primus keep you, my friend." "As with you." Seeker walks off, and Megatron continues on down the street. He is a well known and admired citizen, and many on the street wave at him, and say hello. He is content. After walking past several blocks, a blue robot emerges from a building and begins to walk next to him. "Greetings, brother." "Good day, citizen Blade." "For some. For them." Megatron, puzzled, stops. "Them?" "Can you not see, brother? The Autobots!" "Autobots? Why do you use such an ancient term?" "It is what they are." "True, but there need not be division. We are all Cybertronian." "Are you so blind, Megatron? The markings we all bear testify against this. They are Autobot and we are Decepticon." "A silly racial technicality. We are all one." "Are we? Look about you- Whose symbols grace the spires, the buildings, the very walls of the city?" "You know as well as I that the builder puts his own mark on his creation. The fact that the Autobot symbol is on those structures means nothing. What are you leading up to?" "Surely you cannot be this blind. The Autobots control everything. They see us as a sub-class. They despise us and do everything they can to keep us down. Not overtly, of course, but they do. Look around you." "I think it is time you seek help, Blade. Your thoughts come from an unhinged mind." "Megatron, please listen. The Autobots are not our masters. We are superior to them. We must rise up and des-" "I've had enough, Blade. You'll not incite me into a pointless fervor over a racial conflict that exists only in your mind!" Megatron begins to walk off. Blade grabs him by the shoulder and looks into his eyes. "Megatron- look around you." --------------1DD534653E0--