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re_alignment2013-02-08 02:37 am
megatronicpolarity) wrote in re_alignment2013-02-08 02:37 am
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[Priority Broadcast][Video - backdated to Wednesday]
[The feed opens to a view of Megatronus Prime, a bloodied sword in hand. He gives it a hard flick to clear the worst of the gore from his blade, and a chunk of what used to be one of the monstrous centipedes flies off and knocks a nearby Acolyte in the head. It stumbles out of frame. Megatronus doesn't pay it any mind and addresses his audience:]
I imagine few of you will argue with me if I say that our guests have overstayed their welcome. Hospitality has its limits, after all.
[Besides which, he certainly never invited them to visit in the first place. Rude, centipedes. Very rude.]
When the creatures of the Badlands haven't the sense to retreat of their own volition, I find that a concentrated application of brute force is often enough to convince them of their error. My kin and I have determined that these monsters are likely led by a demon hiding at the core of an offshoot of the Badlands – if you've wandered outside of the Haven, you've likely noticed the approaching darkness. That is where we will be applying our force.
- and when I say 'we,' I don't simply mean my brothers and I.
Refugees, I call on you for volunteers who can fight; failing that, I'll accept volunteers who think they can fight. Anyone with a skill that would serve them well in combat, or those capable of supporting combatants. What you lack in size or experience can be compensated for through other means. I am willing to offer what gifts I can to those willing to fight in order to improve the likelihood of your... success.
[Survival. The word he means is 'survival.' Dragging Refugees to the heart of enemy territory often ends poorly for the weaker members of the group, but it's a necessary sacrifice.]
Unless, of course, you'd all rather be subject to regular attacks within the Haven. For those of you that care enough about your friends and your place here to act, I will be waiting for you in my arena. The Acolytes will direct you if you cannot find your way.
If you bear my Glyph, I expect to see you there.
[OOC note: there's a companion log to this post up over here for those who want to sign up their characters and collect a temporary boon ICly!]
I imagine few of you will argue with me if I say that our guests have overstayed their welcome. Hospitality has its limits, after all.
[Besides which, he certainly never invited them to visit in the first place. Rude, centipedes. Very rude.]
When the creatures of the Badlands haven't the sense to retreat of their own volition, I find that a concentrated application of brute force is often enough to convince them of their error. My kin and I have determined that these monsters are likely led by a demon hiding at the core of an offshoot of the Badlands – if you've wandered outside of the Haven, you've likely noticed the approaching darkness. That is where we will be applying our force.
- and when I say 'we,' I don't simply mean my brothers and I.
Refugees, I call on you for volunteers who can fight; failing that, I'll accept volunteers who think they can fight. Anyone with a skill that would serve them well in combat, or those capable of supporting combatants. What you lack in size or experience can be compensated for through other means. I am willing to offer what gifts I can to those willing to fight in order to improve the likelihood of your... success.
[Survival. The word he means is 'survival.' Dragging Refugees to the heart of enemy territory often ends poorly for the weaker members of the group, but it's a necessary sacrifice.]
Unless, of course, you'd all rather be subject to regular attacks within the Haven. For those of you that care enough about your friends and your place here to act, I will be waiting for you in my arena. The Acolytes will direct you if you cannot find your way.
If you bear my Glyph, I expect to see you there.
[OOC note: there's a companion log to this post up over here for those who want to sign up their characters and collect a temporary boon ICly!]
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So, basically just more compared to when we got close when... uh, Ashitaka was sent out on his quest to the nearest spot, then.
And well... if the leader's a slaggin' giant mechanoid centipede, Unicronian or no, how subtle can it be?
[May be stupid mocking it from this end of things, but hey. It's a BUG, giant and acid-spitting or no.]
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If it were clever, it would have found a means to quietly weaken us from within before announcing itself. Instead it throws legions of uncoordinated foes at us. Of course, it's also possible that it's purposefully luring as many of us away as possible and intends to attack the Haven once we're out of range.
[Which is, in fact, why the Firstforged aren't sending more than one of their number to deal with the problem.]
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[Cliffjumper snorts, throwing a glance sideways at the ground - not exactly the equivalent of an eyeroll, but close enough.]
Whatever, at least we know it might be a fake-out, an' let me guess... even if it is it's still gonna be like walkin' straight into a pile of scraplets, ain't it?
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[Sometimes there is no happy funtimes option, shortstuff. They do what they must to ensure the survival of the Haven and its small populace.]
Good, you seem to be gaining a proper understanding of the Badlands. Assume the worst and consider it a blessing from Primus if it's not quite as unpleasant as expected.
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[He smirks briefly and then shrugs, literally shrugging it off. Like tossing himself on a small Dinobot not expecting a much larger one to be around.]
Well, if nothin' else, we don't have Unicron hangin' outside orbit waitin' to take a bite.
[At least not literally. Cliffjumper's aware what the metaphorical meaning of the Lambda sort of is.]
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[He can tell Cliffjumper isn't a tank. Tanks are never so clever that they let their better judgement get in the way of charging into the fray.]
Not yet, at least.
[Some day, he fully expects to wake up and see a pair of planet-sized jaws emerging from the Lambda...]
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[Have a scoff because Cliffjumper frowns and rubs his jaw thoughtfully.]
Said somethin' 'bout... gifts? [Even if he's not sure he wants any, but frag, he's not going to turn down finding out what they are, especially beforehand.
And Cliffjumper's unfortunately becoming slightly better at the whole thing of not automatically running into the fray. Just a teeny, tiny bit. But it usually happens anyway.]
... I suppose you lot at least got more power available than the rest of us usually got available.
[Cliffjumper grimaces a bit. Oh, there's at least one Optimus here, which means a Matrix, but if THAT Matrix isn't supposed to be used to battle Unicron..?
Or those pinchers/mandibles/horns. Chomp chomp.]
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He inclines his head slightly, a half-nod to acknowledge his earlier offer.]
A small share of my power, for a short time. Whatever would most suit your needs against these creatures.
[He lifts his hands, letting the flames hidden within his frame briefly spill out from the seams around his fingers and wrists to illustrate his own preferred means of fighting them.]
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Never used fire that way, but why not. [Doesn't mean he trusts this mech any more than before, especially not with the name he's got, but for this and the fact that there's not much to go on...
He'll at least play along long enough to assist. And it's hard not to grin a little at the thought of using fire.]