re_alignment | [Audio] [Transmission Originating from: Solian Temple]

Entry tags:

✘ tf: bayverse | barricade (crau)

[Audio] [Transmission Originating from: Solian Temple] - First Offense

[There’s a low, frustrated sigh and for a long moment, that’s all there is. Then, someone starts speaking.]

So. I’m dragged to some other Cybertron, go through hours of paperwork, and get dumped on the street. Then I drop off the face of that Cybertron onto a space station in the middle of nowhere and get dumped in a pile of junk that I have to crawl out of.

Now I drop off the face of the station and wind up here with someone in a hood telling me I’m on Cybertron. Again. Not even the same Cybertron, some other Cybertron.

I was in the middle of something! Very important things! [Bartending and best friend things!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Huh. Text. Well, he can roll with that.]

A lot. I've never gotten an exact count, but there's probably at least as many Cybertrons are there are Earths.

And... I suppose I have, at that. It's been a long drop to get here.

Is it correct for me to assume that you are a robot like the others? What were the other Cybertron's like?

It is. Though I might be slightly spikier than the others you've met.

The one I was on last was okay. There were a lot of forms. The city I lived in was built in levels - sunnier towards the top and darker towards the bottom. The one I came from is... gone, though.

[He might as well really admit it now.]

But it was beautiful, in its time.

As of now, I have only met two from Cybertron, so I do not doubt that.

[A world that is destroyed, one that was beautiful in its time? Four understands what that's like, except he's never seen his world when it was beautiful, he's only read about it.]

It is tragic when a beautiful world falls to war.