The Matrix Arc, Chapter Seven
In a security room at Garrus-9 Prison in Iacon sat two seekers. These two had been forged with guns on their arms, and as such, were contracted into guard work. They had been part of Zeta prime’s personal guard for most of their lives but had been transferred to become prison guards a few million stellar cycles ago. Neither of them would admit it, but they both had dreams far beyond guard duty. Thundercracker wanted to write stories that bots all across the solar system would love. Skywarp wanted to start an academy where Outliers like she and Thundercracker could live in a judgment free environment, and train their powers. But for now, they sat eating energon goodies and looking out the glass over the lunch room where most of the prisoners were dining.
“You know he kinda has a point.”
“What.”
“Megatron. Okay listen I know that sounds bad-”
“Yknow if we hadn’t been transferred here we would probably have been executed for failing to protect Zeta”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah…”
“But actually I think you’re right to be honest.”
“THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIN-”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
They both took a bite of food.
“You ever think about how fragged up it is that some of these guys are in here for literally just sayin scrap?”
“Yeah.”
“You ever think about like. Rebelling?”
“Man- Are you crazy?”
“No cause listen-”
“Yeah?”
“Megatron starts a rebellion, and you been hearing these stories about all the bots who’s lives have improved in Tarn, yeah?”
“Y- Yeah, actually, now that I think about it!”
Neither of them had heard any stories.
“So like, we both hate working here.”
“Hey hey hey I never said I hate working here.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah.”
“Right, so, like, all these bots gotta also hate being in here right? Honestly, it looks terrible.”
“I’m following.”
“So what if we just. Broke everyone out? Who’s gonna stop us? The other guards?? Ramjet and Dirge probably hate it here as much as we do!”
“You know Thundercracker, you’re makin some good points. But how in the name of the allspark would you intend to do that.”
“Well, okay, here’s my thought. You know those guys from the capital riot? The miners from Tarn, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“See, we were told explicitly to keep em separated from each other!”
“Okay, and?”
“So I think that something that the big guys above us don’t want to happen happens when they’re all together.”
“Hot damn, dude. I think you’re on to something!”
“So like, we could get them, and probably that big lady Blackout, and, ya know, just Bing Bang Boom- We’re out. We hightail it for Tarn and then we’re home free, ya know?”
“Right, right.”
“But that’s just my thoughts.”
“No I think it’s a good idea.”
They both took a bite of food.