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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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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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