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re_alignment2014-08-02 01:10 am
megatronicpolarity) wrote in re_alignment2014-08-02 01:10 am
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END GAME Part Two: THE BADLANDS
On the outlands of Haven, the Badlands are surging to life.
Megatronus stands with his brother Alpha Trion, the two as different as night and day. The picture of calm, the thinner Trion stands behind the bulwark that is his more physically inclined sibling, massive tome in hand. Optics and biolights aglow with concentration, he stands vulnerable and distracted as clawed shadows rage on either side of them both. Some come within arms-reach before they - and swaths of their fellows - are cut down by Megatronus' blade, pieces trailing burning cinders and ash.
The Prime Guardian of Entropy moves like a wraith, the shadows no match for his flame and fury - if it were not for the sheer numbers they have, replacing the fallen, the outcome of the battle would have already been assured.
Alpha Trion seems unfazed, the glowing gaze flicking briefly toward the camera with only a nod.
"I am a bit busy concentrating at the moment, but I think I've managed to establish a link to the network. Megatronus, if you'd please issue the call..."
Alpha Trion said, seemingly without moving; voice gone eerie and electronic as he used his various talents to call out, even while overseeing the field of battle. Faint, holographic icons can be seen flitting in front of his optics, across a map of the local area. Icons position themselves like pieces on a chess board, and the closest mark is obviously of Megatronus as he tears through the ranks of pawns.
"Marked of Megatronus, of Alpha Trion, and Liege Maximo - join us now on the field of battle! Our boundaries are besieged!"
Megatronus roared out, turning away from the fight long enough to address the camera.
"Come! Let us see what you are made of at long last! You will hold the line, or all shall Fall!"
Behind him, Alpha Trion gestured to the map, giving locations along the North and Western sides of Haven that needed the most attention, and sending coordinate pings through the network along with them.
"Report to any of these coordinates if you can join in the fight," he says to the camera, before turning back to Megatronus.
"Onyx has the Southern field well covered. The surge on the west flank is closing in on the Haven. We must move."
He then frowned, helm cocking slowly. The map hologram flickered rapidly as though searching for- and failing to find- something.
"...And where is Liege? He is not guarding his quadrant."
Megatronus snarled, a swing of his blade wreathing the area in flame.
"Liege! What's taking you so long?!"
The camera abruptly cuts out as as the two Primes teleport off.
Either Prime may be encountered on the field of battle. Fight, hold the line, and buy time for the other groups! The final battle is at hand!
Megatronus stands with his brother Alpha Trion, the two as different as night and day. The picture of calm, the thinner Trion stands behind the bulwark that is his more physically inclined sibling, massive tome in hand. Optics and biolights aglow with concentration, he stands vulnerable and distracted as clawed shadows rage on either side of them both. Some come within arms-reach before they - and swaths of their fellows - are cut down by Megatronus' blade, pieces trailing burning cinders and ash.
The Prime Guardian of Entropy moves like a wraith, the shadows no match for his flame and fury - if it were not for the sheer numbers they have, replacing the fallen, the outcome of the battle would have already been assured.
Alpha Trion seems unfazed, the glowing gaze flicking briefly toward the camera with only a nod.
"I am a bit busy concentrating at the moment, but I think I've managed to establish a link to the network. Megatronus, if you'd please issue the call..."
Alpha Trion said, seemingly without moving; voice gone eerie and electronic as he used his various talents to call out, even while overseeing the field of battle. Faint, holographic icons can be seen flitting in front of his optics, across a map of the local area. Icons position themselves like pieces on a chess board, and the closest mark is obviously of Megatronus as he tears through the ranks of pawns.
"Marked of Megatronus, of Alpha Trion, and Liege Maximo - join us now on the field of battle! Our boundaries are besieged!"
Megatronus roared out, turning away from the fight long enough to address the camera.
"Come! Let us see what you are made of at long last! You will hold the line, or all shall Fall!"
Behind him, Alpha Trion gestured to the map, giving locations along the North and Western sides of Haven that needed the most attention, and sending coordinate pings through the network along with them.
"Report to any of these coordinates if you can join in the fight," he says to the camera, before turning back to Megatronus.
"Onyx has the Southern field well covered. The surge on the west flank is closing in on the Haven. We must move."
He then frowned, helm cocking slowly. The map hologram flickered rapidly as though searching for- and failing to find- something.
"...And where is Liege? He is not guarding his quadrant."
Megatronus snarled, a swing of his blade wreathing the area in flame.
"Liege! What's taking you so long?!"
The camera abruptly cuts out as as the two Primes teleport off.
Either Prime may be encountered on the field of battle. Fight, hold the line, and buy time for the other groups! The final battle is at hand!
His primary /and/ secondary patron FFs in the same place? ...yeah, no question where to find TC
While he had renounced faction in his own world's (and many alternatives') civil war, Thundercracker was a warrior at spark, and he couldn't deny that there was a special thrill that only came from the heat of battle. He never felt more alive than he did in combat.
Thus it was he had answered the call of his Firstforged - both of them, as it turned out, with his primary having teamed up with his secondary. The battlelust made him suddenly understand maybe why his Megatronus outline had grown so strong over time, despite his own actions and wishes. Now he was almost glad for it. He felt nearly invincible, able to withstand more damage than he thought he ever had (maybe one day he'd actually discover the existence of his first-level boon).
The powerful blue Seeker streaked back and forth over the waves of enemies, carefully avoiding the line of allies as he alternated flattening, deafening, and disorienting the ranks with controlled sonic booms and strafing them with his twin rifles. He kept a mindful distance from any allies, but his comm was open to any chatter going on among his friends or the First-forged.
Aw yeah
But Megatronus actually pauses what he is doing, watching from the ashes down below as the blue jet decimates a wave of enemies. He seems pleased, using the distraction Thundercracker creates to cleave through the survivors to get at the line of shadows further back.
::Hn. I always knew you were a bit too battle-minded to fit solely with my brother::
This is apparently intended to be a compliment. Megatronus claimed Thundercracker as well, after all.
FUQ YAR! XD
::Megatronus. ...yeah, guess that's true.:: Okay, focus. ::If you have any strategies, sir, I'm at your disposal.::