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re_alignment2013-01-07 12:39 pm
angleofscience) wrote in re_alignment2013-01-07 12:39 pm
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[Video] - the garden in Alpha Trion's quadrant
[locked to Starscream (audio)]
[This part of the message comes a fair bit earlier than the rest, given that it's made the moment Jetfire's actually back on Cybertron and in the Haven, and thus... well, capable of even sending it out.]
Starscream... I'm sorry.
[He has to start somewhere, even if this will, obviously, not be enough.][/locked]
[While it's mostly a view of Jetfire, it's obvious he's standing near the garden in Alpha Trion's quadrant, looking slightly... pinched.]
While intending to perform a scan of the Lambda which would've hopefully given us more information to work with potentially getting back where we belong, the modifications I'd been fitted with had a bit of a... er, conflict, with some of my own systems.
I ended up elsewhere in the galaxy, and given the planet I landed on, I took some time to perform a few basic inquiries.
[The view tilts, sweeps down and shows an eclectic bunch of containers (made of one empty cube and two boxes made of rock obviously carved with lasers), one of which contained... well, nothing more exciting than dirt. The other two, however, were filled to the brim with nearly violently pink, oblong fruits - those of you from Earth and familiar with American football might recognise the shape. Scale was of course hard to tell, but they were probably the size of an adult human's head.]
With the limited knowledge I have of what's necessary nutrients for at least humans, and what's poisonous, as far as I can determine, they're edible. [He can't guarantee taste, though, not that Jetfire thought of that at all.] Someone with more knowledge than I may want to investigate further to make absolutely sure, however.
[The view shifts back to Jetfire as he moves his arm with the sceen away from the ground and the containers.]
I need to stress that you need to be very careful when handling the fruit; breaking the skin in any way will cause the up to four seeds within to start to germinate very quickly, so we need to figure out how to keep the seeds inert until they're needed, because the fruits will produce more seed than necessary to feed our current organic population...
The plant created by the seed will grow to bearing fruit and die within four days, so as you can understand, a steady, quick supply of fruit will not be an issue and does require some care in how many seeds are planted.
[He glances down at the ground, then back up, a frown growing from his flat, pinched expression.]
I'll answer questions as you might have them, but I would prefer to not have to be involved further with this.
[No, he's not going to elaborate too deeply into why. Suffice to say he doesn't like plants now. At all.]
[This part of the message comes a fair bit earlier than the rest, given that it's made the moment Jetfire's actually back on Cybertron and in the Haven, and thus... well, capable of even sending it out.]
Starscream... I'm sorry.
[He has to start somewhere, even if this will, obviously, not be enough.][/locked]
[While it's mostly a view of Jetfire, it's obvious he's standing near the garden in Alpha Trion's quadrant, looking slightly... pinched.]
While intending to perform a scan of the Lambda which would've hopefully given us more information to work with potentially getting back where we belong, the modifications I'd been fitted with had a bit of a... er, conflict, with some of my own systems.
I ended up elsewhere in the galaxy, and given the planet I landed on, I took some time to perform a few basic inquiries.
[The view tilts, sweeps down and shows an eclectic bunch of containers (made of one empty cube and two boxes made of rock obviously carved with lasers), one of which contained... well, nothing more exciting than dirt. The other two, however, were filled to the brim with nearly violently pink, oblong fruits - those of you from Earth and familiar with American football might recognise the shape. Scale was of course hard to tell, but they were probably the size of an adult human's head.]
With the limited knowledge I have of what's necessary nutrients for at least humans, and what's poisonous, as far as I can determine, they're edible. [He can't guarantee taste, though, not that Jetfire thought of that at all.] Someone with more knowledge than I may want to investigate further to make absolutely sure, however.
[The view shifts back to Jetfire as he moves his arm with the sceen away from the ground and the containers.]
I need to stress that you need to be very careful when handling the fruit; breaking the skin in any way will cause the up to four seeds within to start to germinate very quickly, so we need to figure out how to keep the seeds inert until they're needed, because the fruits will produce more seed than necessary to feed our current organic population...
The plant created by the seed will grow to bearing fruit and die within four days, so as you can understand, a steady, quick supply of fruit will not be an issue and does require some care in how many seeds are planted.
[He glances down at the ground, then back up, a frown growing from his flat, pinched expression.]
I'll answer questions as you might have them, but I would prefer to not have to be involved further with this.
[No, he's not going to elaborate too deeply into why. Suffice to say he doesn't like plants now. At all.]
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And you worried you-know-who- too.
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[The smile slides into a wince.]
I am... aware, yes.
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It was sort of cute, in a WEIRD way. He does care after all.
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[Then his optics dim slightly and then brighten beyond what they'd been lit before.]
You just have to know what you're looking at to understand what he's saying, that's all.
[Despite the anger he had directed at him earlier, Jetfire smiles, slowly. He'll go hunt Starscream down soon; even that short reply had given him the time needed to trace Starscream's location.]
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I'm starting to understand how his processor functions.
[He really needs that.]
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We need information if we're to even start to get anywhere on constructing some type of interdimensional spacebridge. There's the schematics that... Megatron came with, but they'd need to be adjusted for the Lambda either way.
And to get the information, we need to get close enough to take readings.
[Jetfire looks away briefly, a frown on his faceplates now.]
And even if that could be done differently than a living mech going up, I do want my ability to travel in space and break the orbit of Cybertron back. [First now he lets a small grin break up the frown.]
Congratulations. Just don't attempt to understand too hard, or you'll end up frustrated.
[Starscream tends to have that effect, you see.]
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I am aware of that and I AM also aware of our limitations in comparison to the Firsforged's. Some of them can fly too.
[He scowls you because he cares, really.] That I can understand....
Oh he already frustrates me often, that's normal.
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As far as I understand, only Vector Prime has been, or is, capable of rendering Liege assistance, which isn't often. I understood, and understand the risks, but given everything, what just happened was a lower-end and unforseen accident.
[Jetfire huffs slightly, shaking his helm. The fact that it was such a random chance thing made it even more frustrating.]
I wasn't even close enough to the Lambda that what happened had anything to do with it directly. But as I said... given that this will make me able to go back into space as soon as all the possible problems are attended to, I'd have asked what I would have to do for it sooner or later either way.
[But, and he's not going to say this, he might have approached Nexus Prime for that in preference of Liege Maximo, but given that when he approached both of them, Liege sort of chased Nexus off...]
Ah, yes it... sort of is. [Jetfire's smile from earlier becomes something of a smirk.] Unfortunately.
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It's so hard for you to understand that I don't want you to do stupid things and maybe die? [Because he had to phrase it so bluntly for you to get it, man.]
You find it amusing, don't you?
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... No, Blurr, it's not. But even given the risks and the fact that it would... ah, upset people [here Jetfire sorts of gestures a hand out, palm flat, and then closes it, a bit helplessly. He knew it'd upset Starscream, but, well...] some more than others, I still had to try.
And given that the issue that caused this... er, excursion isn't connected to the Lambda at all, when it has been seen to, there'll be another attempt, unless something more practical and safer has been found by then.
[He shakes his helm slowly and shrugs, a minimal shifting of massive shoulders before the smirk from earlier returns.]
... Something similar to that, yes.
[It's not so much an attraction to "bad boy" behaviour as simply the overall impression Starscream makes.]
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[You didn't only upset Starscream, Jetfire. Blurr doesn't want to lose more friends.]
We could be working on building a SPACE bridge instead of trying this.
[If Blurr were a jigglypuff he would be doing this right now.]
Go figure.
[Everyone loves that sort of guys.]
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Blurr, even a space bridge would have to integrate the technology to be interdimensional and to compensate for the interference from the Lambda, and for that, we'd need to know how the Lambda works or, at the least, what sort of outputs it has and how it affects space around it.
[Aw, come on Blurr, no. Don't do that.]
Er, well...
[Jetfire shakes his helm and looks away briefly, optics bright. But there's a smile on his faceplates, so he's not quite as embarrassedly abashed as he appears.]
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We can try to send some device first, not living being and CERTAINLY not you again.
[Oh, it's fine. He's not really that annoyed.]
[In fact. He chuckles at Jetfire's reaction.]
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Yes, that would be the safer option, but not necessarily the easiest or simplest. A satellite or drone would need to be capable of reaching escape velocity, as well as being capable of re-entry, plus all the equipment...
[Jetfire trails off, smiling slightly at Blurr's chuckle as he realises something.]
Though, of course, given that I now have the capability of breaking whatever barrier the effects of the Lambda has put around Cybertron, as soon as the issues are solved, any device would simply need to be able to navigate in space, since I could pick it up at a safe distance away from the Lambda...
[Shh, he's thinking!]
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I think that we could go for safest first. [But you had to go and use your logic. Blurr looks tired and frustrated with life.] Uh...
...ah. Really?
[Good news for once!]
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Safest might be too slow if we're to work on actually going home, but yes. [A nod as he gestures at himself.] The malfunction with the modifications I recieved from Liege wasn't related to the Lambda at all, but rather the modifications interacting with my frame and the modifications I've done to it.
When that is seen to, I'll be able to come and leave easily.
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But only you could leave, right? Can you take people with you?
I wouldn't be able to leave, even if we find a way.
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Up in space? Yes, my cockpit has enough space for... well, a few minibots if none of them use the chair, or a single mech of regular size. Starscream, for example, while he would probably fit, would be a very tight fit.
[He did expand in jetmode, but not exceedingly so.]
Circumstances preventing you? [It's a quiet murmur, with no expectation of an actual elaboration.]
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You sounds like Omega Supreme. DO you know who he is?
I'm needed here and there's nothing in my world for me.
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Sound like him? [Jetfire's admittedly amused at the comparsion and the question if he knows who Omega Supreme is, but that was a curious thing to bring up.] How so? And yes, I know who Omega is... well, at least the one from my reality.
[His optics dim slightly, mostly in thought, the glow going soft.]
I spent a few million years on a mission to find the Ark and stem the Decepticon expansion with Omega, and, in the beginning, two others.
[He nods at the last.]
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He uhm...[You know, Blurr shouldn't really be talking about the Omega Supreme Project. Bad secret agent, bad.] ...h-his alt mode is a spaceship. The one you know, did he stop the war too?
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[He shakes his helm, then.] No. We left on an attempt to simply stem the tide, get control of leaking energy. Stopping the war from that angle, even with Megatron gone, would've been impossible. And when I was thawed... hm, around thirty vorns frozen on what turned out to be Earth, the war was still going on, if somewhat changed.
[Given that Shockwave had rebuilt the cybertronian society, made those still identifying as Autobots rebel and in the end lost the healing Cybertron to Autobot control... But there were still Decepticons.]
He changed a lot during that time.
[The last is a soft murmur, Jetfire's optics dimming slightly.]
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[Their universes are so different. Blurr doesn't think that he will be ever capable to understand Jetfire's.] As far as I know, the War didn't just start with Megatron, his death wouldn't be enough to stop it.
Change isn't always bad.
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[Then he just shakes his helm, a frown growing outwards from those dimmed optics.]
Usually not. But Omega was a passionate, vibrant mech early on. A bit reckless, perhaps, but true. Intense. By the time we hit the late stages of our mission, Omega had turned... into something like the bare struts of his former personality.
Simple, precise, hardly any emotion. It was very hard to recognise him at the end... sometimes... [Jetfire shakes his helm, looking at the ground, out of view of Blurr.] I think he didn't even recognise himself.
He sounded very similar at times to his non-sparked brethren.
[In comparison, the Starscream from Jetfire's reality changed less than what Omega Supreme did.]
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But I'm sorry to hear that your friend changed that much.
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