re_alignment | [Voice]

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✘ dead space | vandal

[Voice]

[A heavily modulated male voice crackles over the network. Each word is broken up by heavy breathing.]

Can you hear me? Is this working?

This is RIG number 438642. My name is-

This is Vandal.

Please. Someone who isn't a freak in a cloak, please respond.

I need to get back to the sprawl. I need- Oh fucking shit I can see the bone. God damn it stop bleeding.

Please help. I need to get back to Titan Station. I'm. Hurt. Badly. Bleeding.

Please.

[Click.]

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Hold on... let me see if I can get my Rig to transmit through this thing...

Ah! There! Ahhhgg fuck that hurts.

[There, you get a coordinate locale.]

What's with the like... robot getup? You look like some goddamn cartoon character.

....

Got it.

[Who is Rig? Don't tell him it's another one of those Gunbike things.]

[Blink.]

'Get up'? You mean the armor, right? [Right?] It's...what armor's for. Protection.

[The scenery behind him changes, if she's watching. Someone's making a break for it from the Healing Gulag, Ratchet.]

Seriously? They're making mech suits now? And nobody told me. Figures. Nobody tells me shit.

Whatever. It looks cool. Ghk-

[There's a gargling sound as she coughs blood into her helmet, though with the voice modulator it sounds like sick static.]

Hurry... please.

I'm not a suit. (?) I'm Drift.

And we're not from the same place.

[That? That's not a good sound. He knows that sound. It is red rust gurgle.]

[A furtive look, off-screen, then a quick nod.]

Be there shortly. Hang on.

...

Ha-hkkg-ha, good joke, buddy. Pal.

So what is a Drift then?

[That dubious, I must be dreaming or someone is playing a cruel prank voice...]

I'm not in the mood for sass right now, pal I j-

[Okay yeah she'll be seeing you soon. Then this will be obviously sorted out.]

[Well, she seems...friendly?]

Drift. Me.

[Unless you're asking this on some weird metaphysical level like 'who are you really?' or something.]

All that matters right now is I'm coming to bring you to get help.

... Alright. Guess I can't argue with that.

[Another pause.]

Look I mean no offense but I'm pretty certain you're not real? So.

Be straight with me. Am I dead?

[It actually sounds like an honest question from the man(?) in the suit. Or at least what sounds like one. I.e. no sarcasm there.]

Good idea. Or, at least, argue with me later.

[His vehicle mode jolts over the rough ground, living up to his name as he moves.]

I'm...pretty real. [At least all the Sharkticons he killed thought he was real enough.]

No. You're not dead. You're on Cybertron.

[Much easier to take, right? And with that, she might hear his engines or see him approach.]

Cybertron... sounds like something I'd make up as a kid.

[She sounds like she's getting weaker, voice fading with exhaustion. Though she tries to prop herself up with one hand when she hears him coming.]

[He snorts.] That would make you a god if you could invent a whole world.

[He crests a berm, a white and red vehicle that swiftly shifts mode to his robot mode. He drops to one knee by the small....person? Robot? Whatever?]

Vandal? [He's no medic. If she doesn't respond he'll try the old fashioned poke.]

[No. There are no gods, she thinks. Only mad men.]

[She's mostly passed out by the time he reaches her, and she lays limp, jostled by the poke. At least she was semi-prepared by the video interaction, to see what she does, but it's still jarring and she recoils a little, armor hiding all of her features except the obvious, bleeding hold in her side. A moment as she takes this in.]

... You're Drift?

[Y-you say that like it's somehow a bad thing?]

Yes.

[He somehow manages a shrug that is slightly worried.]

Don't think that's important right now. What happened?

[No. Not a bad thing. More like awe.]

Holy shit you are the coolest thing I have ever seen.

[Oh, right. What happened.]

Th... reactor. It was huge, I killed it, but it took part of me with it.

[She pauses, taking her hand off the wound at her side that has been drooling blood over her fingers.]

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I am not that cool.

[Maybe you don't get out much, though. It's not modesty so much as self-awareness]

You....killed a reactor?

No way, man. I always wanted a robot friend. Ever since I was six. Look at you. You have that bigass sword and you turn into a friggin car. That's a huge bonus.

[Awkward pause.]

No. The thing inside the reactor. Ugly ass thing. It nearly took me along with it. Nnghf...

Look uh. Drift. I think I'm definitely dying.

Yeah? Well, hang in there, and you'll have a robot friend, all right?

[That's not a good sound. ]

Tell me later. [a worried noise ]. I'm going to go look for help.

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[action!] so should i hop into another thread? (Drift: threadhopper)

[action!] Once they get over the meet and greet hop up in there with Ratchet!

[action!]let me know when's good!

[action!] Now is good!

[action!] Double tag. Ignore this one.