re_alignment | 03// [Video]

[The feed clicks on, and it shows Sissel, slightly limping back towards Vector Prime's temple. Why is he limping? Well, he seems to be rather beaten up, his sunglasses cracked, his coat torn and burnt, his hands a sickening black colour. Someone had obviously gotten too close to the crossfire.]

I hate to bother anyone...but-

[His hand removes itself, and...well...

The whole left side of his chest is completely blown open. This would normally be bad for a human, but...he's not bleeding. If you look past the charred and shredded clothing, it seems to be a prosthetic casing with...what looks like a robotic skeleton underneath. There's a ribcage, bones...everything but in robotic form. It's almost too aesthetically similar...But how is this being powered? Well, right where his heart is is a blue glowing...something.

It seems to be powering everything within the chest, and even branching out to other parts of the body.]

I need a doctor.

[The tone in his voice sounds rather urgent.]

I'm not sure which kind is best at this, but.. I'll take anyone!

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I won't lie, you don't really fit the bill of one.

But was the price enough to really sign yourself over to it? Do you think about what you would have morally done? Not saying I don't trust your opinion, but...

You know, guardian ghost and all.

[Sigh. He knows, he knows. But Sissel hasn't seen the crazy yet, so maybe he'll change his mind if he ever does.]

I don't agree with everything the Autobots stand for... But I don't agree with everything the Decepticons do either. Don't think the Autobots would have accepted me anyway.

...When did you become my guardian ghost?

Seems like a muddy alignment system, either way.

[Sissel doesn't know too much about war. But...good and evil seem to be common enough themes for him.]

...Well, I said I'd save you if anything happened, right?

I guess. Stuck where am, don't let it bother you.

I still don't think you can...

There's no way you can work yourself out of it?

[To tell you the truth, he doesn't know Dead End's suffering from anything Dark E. related. He doesn't know any other Dead End.]

We'll leave that part for me to worry about.

No, I'd be killed... And with the way I am wouldn't last without a faction.

Can't talk you out of it?

'The way you are'?

Can't say it'd work too well.

Yeah.

[What is explaning?]

Didn't think so...

...

As many times as it takes, I'll make sure you don't die.

...Thanks. I don't see what makes me worth that much, but I'd hug you if I didn't think you'd be crushed.

It's just what friends do, Dead End.

That isn't at all what friends do.

[What kind of amazing friends have you been hanging around with, Sissel?]

[...uh...a Pomeranian, a Lamp, and the girl who killed hi-

You know let's just focus on Dead End.]

Then what DO friends do?

Punch you, insult you on occasion... Things like that.

[Welcome to the Decepticons.]

...That seems more like something enemies do...

The other Stunticons were like that...

[Sissel leans back on that shoulder armor, putting one hand behind him and the other on his knee. Might as well get comfy.]

Stunticon? I thought you guys were Cybertronians.

[Oh okay that's fine. As long as Sissel feels he capable of doing that in his current state, without. Dying.]

It's the team I'm in.

Ohhh, got it.

[Don't worry, Dead End. He can't die twice.]

So...I take it you do stunts.

[Well good, doesn't mean he's not concerned though.]

Yeah, pretty much.

You'll have to show me them sometime.

... You want to see me drive up the side of a cliff? Why?

Just so I can say that I've seen it before I die.

[Sissel gets a nice long stare.]

You're already dead.

...

Right. Well, before my second death.

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