A Predacon's Tale

ch.6 Kaon

(Flameburst's account)

I remember waking up, in a room similar to the stable I stayed in at Iacon, but colder and no one in the room with me. The one thing I knew was that there were Predacons in the rooms next to mine. Another thing I realized was that I had new energon in my system; I knew this because I felt a lot stronger. I then remembered what happened. The other Predacons had broken free after my bio-mechanics gave in. That meant there was only one place I could be: The Pits of Kaon! The place where these transformers with no personality, fought weak Predacons. I stood up but realized I was tied to the walls with chains connecting to my new collar and harness. I could just about reach the door. I heard mechs outside talking about a femme chick that had been out for days, and I knew it was me. They mentioned about me waking up and something else about fighting a gladiator that was champion at the time. I have to get out of here!

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Flameburst started to panic, but wouldn't you? Being here meant she would meet her end soon. She had to escape. She started to roar for help, hoping somebot would hear her. Then she heard the door creak open. The sunlight hurt so much that she curled behind her wing to block it. The mech who opened the door was grinning; he stepped forward and put the tip of his first digit under Flameburst's chin. "About time" he chuckled "time for your fight". There were five other Sharkticons outside the room. The Sharkticon in the room gave them orders. One ran away, while the others came in and started to take off the chains. Flameburst knew she was coming to her end, and didn't fight back.

They walked her to the arena and took off her harness, chains and collar. She waited for the gladiator but there was no sign. And finally after the longest five minutes of Flameburst's life he strolled out. Maybe it was because Flameburst had grown over the past few months and hadn't looked at her reflection lately or maybe he was so far away, but Flameburst thought he was pretty short, he shouldn't be thought of lightly Flameburst she thought to herself he is supposed to be the champion of these very Pits. The gladiator was dark in colour, but you could see he'd been torn apart on more than one occasion. He was carrying an axe and had a blaster on his back. He ran towards her axe in hand. The fight had begun.