[ There's an expression of disgust pulled at the very idea of the Senate controlling the Winglords. The Vosnian Senators had been bad enough, puppets that lazed around their glorious estate while the people they were meant to take care of starved and bled underneath them. ]
I got the impression from the records I could find that the stamping out of the position, in my world, was not done so peacefully. The Seekers fought. Fought, and were broken for it, even if they remained afraid enough of us that we were 'allowed' to keep a bit of ourselves!
As for the transferring of the role... [ Starscream rests his chin on his hand, the other still writing down his counterpart's words. ] There probably was something like that. Comet, my... My predecessor, gave me the impression he never wanted to hold onto the role forever. Just until the end of the war. Course, Comet was the most private fragging mech I've ever met, so I've got no damn clue as to whether he actually intended for me to be his replacement. It could have been Novastrike. Perhaps it should have been Novastrike...
That was part of the idea, though. A new candidate had to be approved. Not by some corrupt council that could be pulled with money. Not by the nobles. But the people, as a whole- If you could prove you were smart, if you could protect them, that you could handle both the political and the martial, then you could stay. If not... There are surviving records of one mech being ripped to shreds by the Seekers he abused, an entirely legal activity in the Vos before the Senate. I wonder if he was anything like your Winglord Winglord.
Challenges were expected, I know that. Not all of them duels, but most of them. I even had to field a few myself.
[ But at that last part... Starscream looks up, and meets his counterpart's optics. Red locked onto blue. He will be blunt, and he will be truthful. ] ...I may be the last Seeker left alive, Starscream. This... This project of mine, this saving all the pieces, is not for home. Not any more.
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Date: 2022-05-13 10:50 am (UTC)I got the impression from the records I could find that the stamping out of the position, in my world, was not done so peacefully. The Seekers fought. Fought, and were broken for it, even if they remained afraid enough of us that we were 'allowed' to keep a bit of ourselves!
As for the transferring of the role... [ Starscream rests his chin on his hand, the other still writing down his counterpart's words. ] There probably was something like that. Comet, my... My predecessor, gave me the impression he never wanted to hold onto the role forever. Just until the end of the war. Course, Comet was the most private fragging mech I've ever met, so I've got no damn clue as to whether he actually intended for me to be his replacement. It could have been Novastrike. Perhaps it should have been Novastrike...
That was part of the idea, though. A new candidate had to be approved. Not by some corrupt council that could be pulled with money. Not by the nobles. But the people, as a whole- If you could prove you were smart, if you could protect them, that you could handle both the political and the martial, then you could stay. If not... There are surviving records of one mech being ripped to shreds by the Seekers he abused, an entirely legal activity in the Vos before the Senate. I wonder if he was anything like your Winglord Winglord.
Challenges were expected, I know that. Not all of them duels, but most of them. I even had to field a few myself.
[ But at that last part... Starscream looks up, and meets his counterpart's optics. Red locked onto blue. He will be blunt, and he will be truthful. ] ...I may be the last Seeker left alive, Starscream. This... This project of mine, this saving all the pieces, is not for home. Not any more.