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Dec. 17th, 2014 11:36 pmIlon was a quiet little neutral planet that'd somehow managed to stay out of the Cybertronian war on top of maintaining independence from the Galactic Council. Mostly because the population hovered at about a bare 4 million, spread out over a small circle of inhabitable surface area: the planet had stopped rotating about 1.3 billion years ago, but the world was too far away from the sun have a molten lava hot side. It was just a freezing, stone cold and dead side and a perpetually somewhat luke-warm side.
The locals were weird, fluffy, loud little things with six limbs, a narrow snout-ful of small, sharp teeth and bright, beady eyes. This particular nation called itself the Ekilf Democratic Republic, a translation he'd only managed after six months of pictographs and charades since their language wasn't in any database.
They didn't mind Cybertronians much. Never even heard of them, really. Aftermath set up his nest there, putting the geothermal energon synthesizer (it was a very geologically active area, fortunately) to use and doing occasional errands for his neighbors. The settlement was barely a town and it definitely wasn't a space station until he'd landed there. People came from various edges of the country just to place an order for some tech he could grab cheap from a space station.
It was also a safe place to hide. A safe place to put the millions of interviews and testaments and stolen information he'd amassed over time into a safe box and bury it underground in the thickest box he could make with an unmarked stone. The back ups were nearby in similar conditions. A little old Ekilf bone seller would come by and check on things while he was gone.
The locals were weird, fluffy, loud little things with six limbs, a narrow snout-ful of small, sharp teeth and bright, beady eyes. This particular nation called itself the Ekilf Democratic Republic, a translation he'd only managed after six months of pictographs and charades since their language wasn't in any database.
They didn't mind Cybertronians much. Never even heard of them, really. Aftermath set up his nest there, putting the geothermal energon synthesizer (it was a very geologically active area, fortunately) to use and doing occasional errands for his neighbors. The settlement was barely a town and it definitely wasn't a space station until he'd landed there. People came from various edges of the country just to place an order for some tech he could grab cheap from a space station.
It was also a safe place to hide. A safe place to put the millions of interviews and testaments and stolen information he'd amassed over time into a safe box and bury it underground in the thickest box he could make with an unmarked stone. The back ups were nearby in similar conditions. A little old Ekilf bone seller would come by and check on things while he was gone.
