fanfiction - Birth of a Nation (ch3 update)

(only got chapter 3 so far. will update later. i was inspired by the megatron: origin comic)
Transformers:
Birth of a Nation
Many million galactic-years ago, which isn’t as long as you would think for someone that lives just about forever and has seen the birth of this galaxy, things were, I wouldn’t say peaceful, but different. Gorgo, the head chairman of intergalactic research and mining, stationed here on Quintessa, is having a day like any other, and is preparing his office before going home to his loving wife and kids. As he leaves his office he says good night to the Allicon guard stationed at the front desk. “Mr. Chairman, the lift is ready for you outside,” says Sallimon.
“Thank you, sir.” Quintessa is a multi-species planet, every planet they liberate, becomes part of Quintessa. The non-Quintesson species that live here might be treated like second rate citizens, but they serve their purpose. It’s great, life’s easy. And hey, he doesn’t treat them worse then they deserve. Gorgo tells the Airlifts driver where he lives, and the lift speeds away.
“Honey, I’m home,” says Gorgo as he walks threw the door. Quincy and the kids, Gellie and Kconnie are sitting at the table as Kozie serves dinner. Looks like the same slop as yesterday, he hates leftovers. He’ll take care of it later. “It’s a nice meal you’ve cooked up for us Kozie,” he lies to her, not looking directly at her, like as if looking at her is like looking at someone’s waste matter.
His wife Quincy attempts to change the subject, “How was work?”
He watches his kids eat, the two oldest are already out the house and married. He never really talks about his work, most of its top secret, so he just tells her what she needs to know, the usual. “I had a meeting with some contractors today, nothing really interesting. And I talked to the supervisors of Plant 113. That place is being shut down.”
“Mmhmm,” she replies, with no real interest, “When will you be home tomorrow? The kids have a talent show tomorrow.” Gellie and Kconnie are excited about tomorrow, and hope their father can watch them at school. Gellie will spin a plate on the tip of each of her tentacles. Kconnie will sing to her favorite song, she’s been practicing for weeks.
“I’m doing another 32 hours tomorrow.” Which is fine since a day is 64 hours long. “That is plenty of time to make it to school after work.” Gorgo has no interest in his kid’s talents, his wife doesn’t ether for that matter. The only thing on his mind is the secret project at Plant 19 and having an update on the progress the contractors are making in Mine 321, for building a new power generator for the Gamannott building.
That night in bed, after 30 minutes of silence in the dark, “Hun, I want another baby.” Quincy says after a long time of thinking about it.
Gorgo grunts. “What? Bored of the four we have already? I’m glad Ggedrick and Quinic are out the house already. All I want is peace and quiet, and to be left alone. I’m getting old.” Quincy rolls over to the far side of the bed, crying silently in the dark, while Gorgo grunts again.
Next day at work, Gorgo has already forgotten about the night before. He’s talking with the contractors at Mine 321 via Satellite Video Communications. Quinlac is telling him that the ore there have been empty for even before he was born, and that was a very long time ago. They are ready to move the equipment in, to begin assembling of the new power generator. Gorgo is pleased. Things are going only a day behind schedule. He wont have to punish them too severely then.
Later, at Plant 19, which used to be a run down airlift factory, is where Gorgo talks with the supervisors for his top secret weapons research facility. The supervisors are talking about, that their development of the new super laser rifles are behind schedule. They are trying to get the laser beam to pass threw solid matter and even people, and only hit its target, the perfect assassin’s weapon, but no success as of yet. Maybe killing one of the supervisors right here, right now, will speed things along.
The good new is, the electro-matter pulse bomb is running on schedule, and will begin testing next week. That cheers Gorgo up again. It’s almost lunch time. Mozzie is supposed to meet him at his office soon. A meeting with her is always a pleasure. He tells his assistant he prefers no interruptions for the next 60 minutes.
Soon its time to go home, then he remembers his kids’ talent show. Gorgo dreads it already, he would pray for something to distract him, assuming he was religious. Then a signal beeps. It’s a deep space signal coming from the Sye System. It’s an uncharted part of space. It must be one of his deep space explorer teams. “This is Captain Quieno, of the explorer vessel Midnight, we found something that might interest you, we found a planet that shows energy readings that’s different then I have ever seen in my long years, look at these sample readings.” His prayers are answered, assuming he prayed, he will be working late tonight.
The only thing on Gorgo’s mind for next few days is this strange new planet. “The planets surface is composed of what?”
“An unidentified mettle Mister Chairman,” replies the survey team leader. “I don’t see trees, dirt, or water.”
“And atmosphere?” asks Gorgo.
“It is the same harsh atmosphere as the blue planet in the Sol System.” Breama replies.
“Ah yes, we have encountered, what, oxygen? Before, we have the nano-bot air filters required to survive that. Have there been any teams to the surface?”
“No, no, not yet. We are waiting for your permission. Should we go ahead?” asks Breama.
“No, I’ll take a shuttle, I’ll be there in, oh, a week. I want to be there when we touch the surface of Cybertron.”
Transformers:
Birth of a Nation
Many million galactic-years ago, which isn’t as long as you would think for someone that lives just about forever and has seen the birth of this galaxy, things were, I wouldn’t say peaceful, but different. Gorgo, the head chairman of intergalactic research and mining, stationed here on Quintessa, is having a day like any other, and is preparing his office before going home to his loving wife and kids. As he leaves his office he says good night to the Allicon guard stationed at the front desk. “Mr. Chairman, the lift is ready for you outside,” says Sallimon.
“Thank you, sir.” Quintessa is a multi-species planet, every planet they liberate, becomes part of Quintessa. The non-Quintesson species that live here might be treated like second rate citizens, but they serve their purpose. It’s great, life’s easy. And hey, he doesn’t treat them worse then they deserve. Gorgo tells the Airlifts driver where he lives, and the lift speeds away.
“Honey, I’m home,” says Gorgo as he walks threw the door. Quincy and the kids, Gellie and Kconnie are sitting at the table as Kozie serves dinner. Looks like the same slop as yesterday, he hates leftovers. He’ll take care of it later. “It’s a nice meal you’ve cooked up for us Kozie,” he lies to her, not looking directly at her, like as if looking at her is like looking at someone’s waste matter.
His wife Quincy attempts to change the subject, “How was work?”
He watches his kids eat, the two oldest are already out the house and married. He never really talks about his work, most of its top secret, so he just tells her what she needs to know, the usual. “I had a meeting with some contractors today, nothing really interesting. And I talked to the supervisors of Plant 113. That place is being shut down.”
“Mmhmm,” she replies, with no real interest, “When will you be home tomorrow? The kids have a talent show tomorrow.” Gellie and Kconnie are excited about tomorrow, and hope their father can watch them at school. Gellie will spin a plate on the tip of each of her tentacles. Kconnie will sing to her favorite song, she’s been practicing for weeks.
“I’m doing another 32 hours tomorrow.” Which is fine since a day is 64 hours long. “That is plenty of time to make it to school after work.” Gorgo has no interest in his kid’s talents, his wife doesn’t ether for that matter. The only thing on his mind is the secret project at Plant 19 and having an update on the progress the contractors are making in Mine 321, for building a new power generator for the Gamannott building.
That night in bed, after 30 minutes of silence in the dark, “Hun, I want another baby.” Quincy says after a long time of thinking about it.
Gorgo grunts. “What? Bored of the four we have already? I’m glad Ggedrick and Quinic are out the house already. All I want is peace and quiet, and to be left alone. I’m getting old.” Quincy rolls over to the far side of the bed, crying silently in the dark, while Gorgo grunts again.
Next day at work, Gorgo has already forgotten about the night before. He’s talking with the contractors at Mine 321 via Satellite Video Communications. Quinlac is telling him that the ore there have been empty for even before he was born, and that was a very long time ago. They are ready to move the equipment in, to begin assembling of the new power generator. Gorgo is pleased. Things are going only a day behind schedule. He wont have to punish them too severely then.
Later, at Plant 19, which used to be a run down airlift factory, is where Gorgo talks with the supervisors for his top secret weapons research facility. The supervisors are talking about, that their development of the new super laser rifles are behind schedule. They are trying to get the laser beam to pass threw solid matter and even people, and only hit its target, the perfect assassin’s weapon, but no success as of yet. Maybe killing one of the supervisors right here, right now, will speed things along.
The good new is, the electro-matter pulse bomb is running on schedule, and will begin testing next week. That cheers Gorgo up again. It’s almost lunch time. Mozzie is supposed to meet him at his office soon. A meeting with her is always a pleasure. He tells his assistant he prefers no interruptions for the next 60 minutes.
Soon its time to go home, then he remembers his kids’ talent show. Gorgo dreads it already, he would pray for something to distract him, assuming he was religious. Then a signal beeps. It’s a deep space signal coming from the Sye System. It’s an uncharted part of space. It must be one of his deep space explorer teams. “This is Captain Quieno, of the explorer vessel Midnight, we found something that might interest you, we found a planet that shows energy readings that’s different then I have ever seen in my long years, look at these sample readings.” His prayers are answered, assuming he prayed, he will be working late tonight.
The only thing on Gorgo’s mind for next few days is this strange new planet. “The planets surface is composed of what?”
“An unidentified mettle Mister Chairman,” replies the survey team leader. “I don’t see trees, dirt, or water.”
“And atmosphere?” asks Gorgo.
“It is the same harsh atmosphere as the blue planet in the Sol System.” Breama replies.
“Ah yes, we have encountered, what, oxygen? Before, we have the nano-bot air filters required to survive that. Have there been any teams to the surface?”
“No, no, not yet. We are waiting for your permission. Should we go ahead?” asks Breama.
“No, I’ll take a shuttle, I’ll be there in, oh, a week. I want to be there when we touch the surface of Cybertron.”