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14- A star of new life

Rock never felt so old as he did that night.

After having short circuited early in the day as the uprising had broke out, he woke up late in the evening without any idea where he was again, or what had happened, or what was GOING to happen. Tiffa was there, though, which was an immediate relief- without words, he knew they were safe.

At least, for now. Much to his confusion, she excitedly took his hand and tried to usher him outside, though it took way more effort to make such a short trip than it should have. 

The town was alight with the spirit of rebellion. Mechs (and yeah, even some humans!) had gathered up a gigantic bonfire in the center of town, specifically at the execution post. Books about handling robots, the switches themselves, abusive tasers, any remnants of their captivity to their Akkadian lords burned a hot red flame, warming up the normally frigid desert night. They danced with this destruction of the old, song and laughter and rejoice flickered about town and around the fire itself.

A star of a new life, and a hope for a better life, was born today.

Truly, it was more moving of a sight than he actually felt at the moment; this was a moment of history, but he was just so damn exhausted. Tiffa, meanwhile, was wide-eyed with the marvel of what was going on, but kept close to him.

"Faris!" He lifted his head to the call, spotting a gathered group to the side where beer, flat bread, apples and pomegranates were distributed liberally. Rock came over, sitting on the rug as several of his fellow mech cheered for him, giving him a clasp over the shoulder. Tiffa plopped herself next to him, breaking open a pomegranate to pick at the seeds inside. "This is good timing, we were just talking about what our next move is." Khayrat handed Rock a mug of ale, though he took it and held it, looking down at it silently. Next… move? He felt his processors were not keeping up with everyone around him.

"We are in a good location," A NEX type robot chimed, procuring a map of the region. He began to draw out and discuss major trade lines and infantry stops with Khayrat interrupting every now and then about focusing on holding their position.

"You are looking much too far in advance, Farooq. Akkadia does not simply take Gutian land, but zey keeb it too."

"We will be cut off from ze barley fields and water trade if we do not free Eshrenada! Zey will enforce  Ali-Farsin's robotic proclamation like we have, zey will not serve to us," He argued. Rock just stared at the map blankly, not even realizing a dark shelled gundam kept his eyes trained on him.

"Faris?" He looked up again, finally catching the look. It was that guard who incapacitated him…

"Yes?"

"I am sorry," He said gruffly. "For how I treated you earlier." The apology sunk in and Rock tasted it, judging how he felt. Finally he looked down at Tiffa, discarding the flesh from her fruit and leaning over to study the map which had Khayrat and Farooq ruffled.

"You owe no apology to me, rather, I believe one to Tiffa is due." The guard seemed a little stunned, and Tiffa looked up at her name.

"Yanni?"

"..My abologies, Tiffa," He bowed to her. Her optics panels lit up, leaning over and clasping her hands around his with a giggle.

"I know! You do not have to say sorry to me. You were doing what you were told, too."

"You are full of grace, safiya." A smile lit his eyes, patting her on the head. "I am Asad. I will forever honor good light you bring us." She lowered her head a little,  bringing her delicate (but hard worked) hands to her chest.

"Even if zey will blow you up…?"

"Esbecially if zey will blow me up." How close everyone came to not having this moment possible, and how unbearably long the wait for it was. This unification of a community torn apart… He felt content watching their conversations, their voices all blending together into a hymn, composed entirely of a myriad of words. In turn with the music, it was serene. Lacroa had entirely slipped from his mind, but only for a moment as the voices grew higher with fervor, the pitch suddenly with a sense of urgency. He blinked out of this haze, up to a Daughtress woman involved in the heated debate with Khayrat and Farooq. 

"You expect us to sit here wiz enemies all around us?"

"Well, we do not have ze resources to launch an attack!" 

"It is not attack, Khayrat- I am talking about establishing neutrality!" Rock brought his beer up to his mouth, but at the fragrance of the bitter malted barley made him cringe and set the mug back down without even a sip.

"What will you say to ze humans? "Blease do not blow us up, we just want to share your resources?" We have lost the energon mill, we no longer even have anyzing zey want!"

"So you say we sit here and waste away??" The reality of their situation now as a free entity was sinking in, and their frustration of not knowing what to do next was growing. Rock sighed, trying to draw upon what he could.

"…None of those are really viable options." The Daughtress woman, Khayrat, Farooq, and Asad all looked at him with anticipation. They were waiting for some revelation like this. "The way I see this right now, Aseiria only has two options for survival. You won't like either of them."

"I worry of such," Farooq squirmed a little, setting his mug down as well to hand over the map to Rock. "What is it?" The Knight tapped his finger down just west of the mill, to the Zakros Mountain range.

"You will need to pick up everything tonight, and head deep up into the Zakros mountains…or…" He slid his finger north up the mountains, scooting the former border of the Ur empire into… "Seek refuge in Zabylonia. Either way, you will need to burn Aseiria to the ground."

"That is absurd!" The Daughtress woman bulked. "We did not claim our freedom just to surrender our home like zat!"

"Trust me," He drawled. "Your lives and your freedom is worth much more than this plot of land. You should take pride in destroying it of your own strength than to have it house the murderers of your children." A shock of icy electricity shot down the Aseirian's spines, the woman of them immediately looking away as the other three bowed their heads. If they left the town intact, it WOULD be re-occupied… He looked over them individually with a sympathetic light in his eyes.

"…I know. If it were an easy matter, you would have grasped this victory much sooner."

"How are we to succeed wiz eizer of zose blans," Asad pointedly asked after a moment.

"Well, your first option retains your independence from the Amorites… which, I assume you'd like to keep. The mountains are a tricky terrain to fight in. Trees and brush can interfere with the signals sent from their control switches… which gives you a much better fighting chance. It also gives you the limited advantage of ambushing any Akkadian militia as well. " Rock swallowed dryly. "You will have to live with the resources you can gather from the mountain though. If you chose to trek to Zabylonia, it's a long and difficult path there. I expect the security around the energon rigs to be amplified significantly after this ordeal…"

"So… our clearest answer is still to flee into ze Zakros mountains." Farooq picked up the map, the red fire's crackle suddenly seeming very loud amidst their silence, and the celebration, distant. "What you say is not bleasant, but it makes sense, Faris."

"What of our human retainers, zen?"

"They're your prisoners now… I would suggest treating them with some decency and keeping ahold of them for bargaining in a tight spot." He could only HOPE they'd listen to him, anyway. There had to be some sense of dignity and honor in this godless desert… Rock hunched his shoulders a little as they mumbled to each other, suddenly feeling an intense sensation of vertigo as his sight swam. Not this again. He closed his optics and shook his head lightly to try to clear it, but it only had worsen when he reopened them. Tiffa perked up, drawing her knees in to lend him a tiny shoulder of support, but it wasn't enough to keep him from bringing a hand up to rest his head in.

"Far…?"

"…there is somezing…"

"…do you need to see…" The sounds of their voices were only broken by the very words they were saying, and somehow, none of it seemed sequential. Even his thoughts became scattered.

"…rat, stay by here…"

"…Mahir look at him sooner…"

The sensation compounded as a sharp pain shot like a ping pong ball around his head, and in that excruciating moment, Rock lost consciousness once more.