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[The first few moments are merely filled with a strange, nearly cheery sort of music. It's actually the decay-rate of radioactive elements made audible for anyone present.

If you would want to be morbid, it's like a symphony of destruction, right there.]

It seems like all the little lights are going out... one by one.

[Ramjet laughs, the swaying sound of it briefly overlaying the "music" in the background and when he quiets, there's a second noise intruding on the still-continuing "song"; it sounds very similar to the whisper of the Calling, previously to the arrival of the Glyphless.

It's different however, but definitely there.]

As it progresses towards its inevitable, destructive end, my offer is still open. You aren't all you can be... so let me provide the service of making you so!

[It's an honest, amused offer, but by now it doesn't matter if anyone chooses to take it. You're all going down, those of you not marked, and it will be delightful, no matter the damage any one of you cause... because just changing, succumbing will be enough.]

[Locked to Nemesis Prime]
Choices, choices, choices and even a choice which is a lack of it, and why, Prime...

Why do I get the impression you chose the one which... in the end... will have no impact, will be utterly meaningless, for you and anyone else?

[He knows that'll go unanswered. It doesn't matter. He'll get you. Just got to choose the right moment.]

[Locked to Barricade]
You should, perhaps, have kept a closer optic on your... friend.

[Yes, he's basically being obnoxious.]

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[Oh now you're just trying to torque him off, aren't you? Well, two can play at that game.]

I'm no more his keeper than you are.

[And it's not like he won't track him down later.]

[Maybe, yes.]

Perhaps not, but I'd believe you would be more inclined to keep on his... probably no longer existing tail-lights. A pity.

[Ramjet hisses a little, a sound that almost seems perfectly mundane if it wasn't for an undertone and the way the feed pops with static. Since no matter how strange that seems, Ramjet does respect Nemesis' decisions (but only so far), and had mostly been leaving him alone...

And he's going to pre-empt you on that, Barricade!]

Edited 2012-12-04 17:01 (UTC)

Come, then. I'm only one mech, without the ability to teleport. Even I c'n only do so much.

[He's been trying to keep up with him in some capacity, but his tracking skills are only so good. Not that it has ever stopped him before; the only problem here and now is trying to keep track of Convoy and Megatron at the same time. Damned if he won't try, though.

In that case enjoy your flailing, cursing Saleen, Ramjet!]

Oh, of course! But I was under the impression that you cared to keep him as he is... or maybe that should be was by now? So many sparks are changing, scattering their lights to the chaos, it's hard to tell who's what...

Or where.

[Ramjet's definitely mocking by now, but he's also slightly annoyed it's faintly hard to pin Nemesis down. But he's pretty sure he has the right temple now, and the fact that Prime is even in a temple in the state he's in?

Choices, choices, so many choices, and he made one that won't matter except to bring him an uncomfortable few days.

And Barricade, you have met the first iteration of Nemesis Prime... it might be just as well Ramjet finds him first, hmm?]

And you must be havin' the same problems, aren't you? Or you might not be mocking me with just audio. To think, you being in the same boat as the likes of me.

[He's sure if Ramjet had found Nemesis, there would be video to accompany this gloating. As if he hadn't noticed that when it comes down to it, the mechs he cares about slip through his grasp like sand.

Truth. But when has Barricade ever let a little mauling-half-to-death deter him?]

[A beat of silence, though only marginally; the audio sort of just... pops and it actually turned itself off for a moment there, and then on again, and when Ramjet speaks, he sounds... collected.]

They're like suns, and those marked by the lord are tiny flecks of fragmenting darkness. The so-called temples makes it harder to pin-point his location since he's in one.

Can you find him before I do..? You might not want to, however.

[Really, at this point Ramjet would say that as Nemesis was previously, he'd probably be pretty displeased if Barricade got himself killed... even less by Nemesis while he was in less control or care than he usually was while in the hands of the Chaosbringer.

It's a bit rankling that he has to share.]

[Barricade waits through that silence, plating held tense and not relaxing in the least when he notes Ramjet's tone and his words.

Convoy is in one of the temples? Well, that should narrow things down.]

Oh, I'm pretty decent at process of elimination. Even when I shouldn't be. Kinda what I do.

[He's sure if he beat Ramjet there he'd be in for a world of hurt. That he'd be in for a world of hurt anyway. But at least physical pain is something he can really deal with. Leaving his only close friend left to an unknown fate? Just isn't him.

Even if it means getting into Ramjet's space.]

But finding him and being allowed to take him are so very different from each other, they could just as well be in different realities.

I... suggest you let me do the work, Barricade.

[Not that he wouldn't like to see Nemesis kill Barricade, but given what he's seen so far he should... probably... attempt to minimise that. If only to respect the spirit of Nemesis' desires, whether or not that'll have any bearing outside this reality.]

[He is about to retort... until that last statement. Up until now most of what had been said was goading and chiding or something like mocking. Which just makes Ramjet's suggestion that much more suspicious to Barricade.

The problem is, he simply doesn't know what to make of it. He'd thought Unicronians would prefer to remove 'Children of Primus', if that's how they saw him.]

... I didn't think you'd care what may or may not happen to me.

[Heavens know he likely wouldn't be so kind, if he was replaced by someone he'd been close to.]

[Oh, he does want to do that Barricade. In fact...

When Ramjet laughs, the audio sways and spits static, turning in on itself in an apparent attempt to avoid broadcasting the noise.]

I would prefer to annihilate your atoms one by one, working inwards in all the little glittering layers that make up you, from the flat, gray, nearly mundane energon atoms in your frame, to the tiny, sparkling supernovas in your spark.

I also know of a delightful little spark affliction that turns the victim into a black hole of eternal hunger, their spark consuming itself but unable to extinguish as they're mindlessly driven to feed on others.

No, I don't care, Barricade...

[The whisper slithers and drips like mercury, eating up the air like acid on metal as Ramjet seamlessly slides between terrifying focus, and bombastic, over-dramatic descriptions that may... or may not... have actual anchor in reality.]

But someone else does. Or did. So it all depends on how good you're going to be, and how long you'd prefer to stay alive as he'd probably prefer.

Edited 2012-12-05 23:59 (UTC)

[Barricade has never heard someone's destruction described in quite such a way. Nor heard such a casual mention of zombification outside of certain forums he'd briefly skimmed on Earth.

Though, if that did happen, he'd at least hope that Ramjet would finish it sooner or later. So many have left him half-dead that it's actually gotten tedious. Then again...]

Considering that someone bothered to keep me alive, it would be remiss of me to just throw my life away irritating you. But at least I know where I stand here; that's refreshing.

[No one else ever states their desire to take him apart piece by piece so plainly.]

I'll have you know I don't just behave for anyone. Fair warning.

[Like it? He can go into even more detail. And ot's almost zombification... the individual is still alive and not dead after all. That's what makes it even more beautiful, you see.

And he certainly would end it relatively soon... He's not the type to linger.]

Your mere precense irritates me, but that has no bearing here! And you would not behave even for... [there's a strange little noise from Ramjet, disrupting the audio. It might have been a sneer.] Convoy?

[If the rattling of plating on Barricade's side of the comm is any indication, Ramjet finally found a way to annoy him.]

He didn't require me to. And I'm sure he knew the benefits of having someone test him a little, from time to time.

[Though in truth he probably would have bent over backwards for Convoy if the mech had ever said the words. And Convoy was the only mech that could have ordered him to use those data uplink cables of his and gotten away with it. Well, eventually.]

[How nice, there are holes to stick his fingers into!]

And trust me, whether you've met the version of Prime the lack of a Glyph will make him into in this place, I believe, given what he's said that this would probably be the single time to behave.

Unless, of course, you'd like to join him?

[Not that Ramjet would suffer that for long, but it might amuse him to repeat his offer, especially now when things are getting... tense.]

[There are more holes than Ramjet would know to look for, really.]

We'll see how things go.

You know, if I'd gotten this many offers to join folks' causes back home, I'd've been able to retire a long while ago. Unfortunately I have to go with 'Sorry, pass'.
Admit it. If I took the deal you'd just punt me through eight other dimensions simultaneously as soon as you could.

[He can manage a slight bit of humor, at least.]

[There's a moment of, perhaps stunned, silence, before Ramjet laughs. The most unpleasant thing is probably how it switches between a slightly more pleasant sound to a lot more... manic-sounding.]

I would, yes. At least you are astute.

[But given the way he'd declared what he'd want to do, anything less would be surprising.]

Well. You did kind of say you wanted to take me apart to base atoms and then take those apart. In so many words.

[He's not exactly an idiot, after all. Especially when it comes to the fact that he's apparently somehow managed to horn in on something Ramjet and Convoy had going on before he met Convoy.]

It wasn't much of a stretch.

And yet some are less than bright and would not pay attention to what's clearly said to them, leading to... unfortunately necessary actions.

[There's another brief, wavering chuckle, surprisingly devoid of bombastic notes and rather dry.]

It happens quite often.

Keh. Sounds like home.

[It's muttered also a bit dry. WELL, ANYWAY.]

Glad t'be slightly smarter than other members of the populace, in that case. Always did try to keep one step ahead.

Just don't drop that tendency, and we should all get out of this as well as we can.

[Well, except Prime. Ramjet's a bit frustrated that he can't get a proper lock, even with that deliciously chaotic, powerful presence so... near.

And yet so far.]

That's a big 'should', there. Lot of room for error. Even for the clever and the cautious.

[He'll keep checking for Convoy. Even if he can't get him out, he can at least know where he is. For all the good that would do either of them.]

I suppose, in a way, it is good, then, that multiversal nexii like this do not, in the end, destroy the base. We just leak out of our molds, out of reality and slide again and again, changing...

[Ramjet sounds almost contemplative, but that might also have been a touch more incoherent than usual.]

In the end, Barricade, given where he is... No one will like the result of the foolish decision he chose!

[Ramjet outright huffs and then, finally and perhaps mercifully for the safety of at least one party involved, disconnects.]

[Tarn's been pinged by "music".

This is a new world, and he needs a new playlist.

So if you would be so kind; less talking and more destruction of atoms please.

Alternatively, let's hear some carnage from you, big boy.]

Edited 2012-12-04 16:23 (UTC)

[He was just trying to be dramatic here, no matter how few would recognise the music he chose, HE'S NOT A DJ.

And don't worry, there'll be carnage... he'll probably soon have worn out his present "welcome" enough to have at least another Firstforged on his thrusters.]

[He could teach you to be a DJ(D)
But he'd have to charge.]

Just blow up some fraggin' scrap all ready!

[Ramjet gives Frenzy a brief glance, optics tilting in a non-visible smirk as his aura flares about him.]

Patience. Foolishness never brought anyone victories!

[Drama, however, might.]

[SIGH] Ya better start blowin' slag up soon, though. You gonna go blast the frag outta another Firstforged?

But I cannot take all the glory. There's some here that are just waiting to shine! It would be a pity to steal their thunder, now that they're finally beginning to shape up.

[Ramjet chuckles, mostly to himself, and then shrugs.]

Sooner or later they shall get tired of waiting.

[The thing with Ramjet is, that while he's dramatic to a fault, he's not actually overly foolish or arrogant, even if he knows he cannot die, and could stand toe to toe with these things, but he's slightly... limited, here, somehow.

Carefulness is best, then.]

Yea, yea, all dat poetic nonsense. If I was you's, I'd just go an' find 'em an' beat 'em to a fine pulp.

[Frenzy, on the other hand, is extremely arrogant and not very bright.]

Unable to die or not, plans are the basis for success, and success are what counts.

[He sweeps a hand wide, dismissively.]

[Martha is horrified; LOOK AT HER HORROR]

You're not planning on going on a genocide, are you?

[Lady, why are you horrified, it's just atoms. And it was audio, you haven't even seen him yet. Let him... rectify that!]

Genocide? This Cybertron doesn't have enough of a population to make it genocide.

[There's a quiet, literally tutting sound from Ramjet as he tilts his helm, considering Martha while metal flexes... melts and then reforms in odd fits and starts on several points on his frame.]

What does it matter? In the end, you'll all die... why not wish for a simple end, unless you'd want to be present as creation tears itself into nothingness, and Unicron sits at the head of it?

[YOU CRAZY MOTHERF--]

How can you say that? How can you demean life like that? Just because we all die in the end doesn't mean we can't enjoy and live the life we've been given. We may be one in a billion, and to many unextraordinary, but we build our own worlds, we create and design an intricate life for ourselves with the people and world around us. We may not be gods in your way of thinking or even as powerful as you are, I will admit, but that doesn't mean we're any less valuable, interesting, or worth the respect.

Why would I throw away my life so casually, and what makes you think I'd die by the hands of someone like you? I'm a small, helpless, insignificant human, and even I think you're pitiful.

Demean it? All things end! Life is both endless, forever struggling to become more, to grow more daring, more shining and with an inevitable, ugly end that brings all meaning to naught, turns every decision into hopeless uselessness!

[Several parts of Ramjet's wings, plus the vents on his shoulders and even parts of his arms move independently of the rest, like metal definitely shouldn't, twisting into disturbingly organic-seeming ropey-looking bits, that seamlessly meld into normal metal as he speaks.]

Gods? [Laughing, Ramjet's chin and mask split apart, making a too-wide, toothy grin as yellow-tinged, raging energy flecked with red can be seen within.] There are no gods but the beginning and the end, Unicron and Primus, and the infinite beyond, which stays poised to twist even nothing into angles you've never seen.

Gods? You fit as much as anyone into creation, but creation is a meaningless, golden spectrum that tears apart anything as it strives to fulfil its useless urge to exist! Existence, human, isn't all it's cracked up to be.

[The mocking tilt of Ramjet's helm fits in surprisingly well to that oddly human turn of phrase.]

And I will bring it down!

A man's worth does not need to be counted in fame and fortune. Reaching for the stars does not mean becoming one of them. It means living a life you want, a life that makes you happy. Power should not empower, but your will and your heart.

And the struggle is what makes it all worthwhile and beautiful - the spoils of a victory after you've clawed and fought against the obstacles that would hold you back. Without the struggle, life would not be nearly as meaningful. Nothing is wasted, nothing is hopeless, if you choose to fight or believe otherwise. Therefore, life is not a waste or a pointless struggle. And not all endings are ugly, nor does death equate stopping. If you die content and happy and accomplishing that which you've dreamed of, you've lived and thus, death doesn't mean a stop or break or interruption.

I don't know if I believe in God, or a god. But it doesn't matter. Everyone is a god in their own right; we create and we destroy. Maybe not worlds or universes, but the worlds and universes we've created with our own words and interactions and relationships and imagination. I refuse to believe we are meaningless and that existence is just a big joke.

And you can try, but you won't succeed! Life finds a way of surviving. Life continues and persists.

[Yeah, she's definitely scared of you, but fah! Like she's just going to roll over and cry.] You're the joke here, if all you see is a void of darkness and nothingness and helplessness. I pity you, almost.

[He could have exploded at any point during this, but while his aura is heaving and greenish tarnish just grow out of the metal, sliding along it and in some places grow out along with the metal to make tentacles, Ramjet is... composed.]

And when the struggle to exist as things... reality, and beyond pick you apart, when loyalty, desire, demand and simple drive to exist keeps you... ah... "alive" into an intolerable state?

What then?

[His optics flicker, turn from pure mechanical to strangely, suspiciously partly organic and the grin widens, the formerly sharp row of metal teeth in his impromptu mouth turning... a lot less defined, shadows falling over him that twist into impossible shapes.]

What is the use of life that exists merely to exists, that has driven itself into an existence beyond? And life can die! Merely the timely, disgusting intervention of others kept Primus from being killed where Unicron had already died and was feeding on the reality as a black hole!

Had I succeeded, the Unicron Singularity would have replicated itself in the place of Cybertron, becoming the new stable axis and consuming all of creation! Life, creation can die,a nd what's left behind would be infinite nothingness!

[And then all the shifting, melting still as Ramjet looks Martha over closesly, still-unstable optics narrowing.]

Why talk of a "man's" life, however? You don't look like a human male.

[frowns] I feel sorry for you, I really do. Your entire existence seems to be built on hopelessness and tragedy. No wonder you can't see life for the beautiful gift it is. You're stuck in a void you cannot crawl out of. I have to ask: if you were to destroy all life as we know it, would you die as well? And do you want to die? Are you trying to find a way to let go, to finally free yourself from this madness?

[She's too busy feeling sorry for Ramjet to care about the last bit.]

What the end would do for me doesn't matter. Death no longer has meaning, so I fulfill, as always, Unicron's bidding.

[He makes a little flourish with his hands as he turns away from the video, apparently quite able to control the device without having to hold it or lean it against something.]

They opened up everything and now it can't be closed again, but Unicron's goals will silence it.

[That's a lie, though. What he'd almost accomplished in nearly killing Primus would probably have ended with those old, reality-defying beings spilling into the chaotic nothingless of what was left of reality.]

Does it bring you some sick satisfaction, doing the dirty work for a malevolent force?

Is it by your own will, or are you just a puppet?

How rude. Do I presume to question your motivation for doing whatever you prefer to do in life?

[Ramjet chuckles, the feed turning to static underneath the weight of it.]

I saw where it all was going, and offered my services to the one able to stop it! I proved myself, and was given tasks and powers thereafter!

[It had started out simple enough of course, but he'd quickly gotten to where he was before Unicron's "death". One did not get even the nascent reality-destroying powers Ramjet had been given by Unicron by not being favoured in some way.]

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