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re_alignment2013-03-02 11:28 pm
warp) wrote in re_alignment2013-03-02 11:28 pm
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[Skywarp looks rather tired when the video comes on. He's hunched over, clearly still sitting on that slab they all wake up on. His yellow optics are on a steady, but low, glow and the grimace is there more because it's a well-worn and familiar expression rather than because he's got excess energy to emote it.]
Can someone explain what the frag is goin' on? [Pause, and then Skywarp sharply taps the screen, probably for no other reason than to satisfy some crude desire to be annoying, because that's got to make some unpleasant noise for anyone listening.] And I ain't talking 'bout the alternate reality slag, I got that part, but what am I doing here?
[He may be dumb, but alternate realities fits rather neatly in among the knowledge he has for warping, even if the thought of more than one version of people in general is sort of incomprehensible.]
Not that bein' away from that freak and Starscream being a glitch like usual ain't good, but, y'know.
[He'll kick back and relax the moment he knows he's good to go, and he's mostly shooting scrap at Starscream out of tired, annoyed habit; he hadn't done too badly this past year.]
... Is there any extra energon 'round here?
[Because frag it was unpleasant to be low on power again after not having had to be so for several years. Stupid Autobots, stupid Starscream, stupid blathering glowy freak. They'd all prioritised weapons before re-energising, but Skywarp had barely picked up his arm cannons before he woke up here.
There's a question, almost, on the edge of his vocaliser, about who's here or not, but then he just snaps his mouth closed. He's too fragging tired to think about asking anything else.]
Can someone explain what the frag is goin' on? [Pause, and then Skywarp sharply taps the screen, probably for no other reason than to satisfy some crude desire to be annoying, because that's got to make some unpleasant noise for anyone listening.] And I ain't talking 'bout the alternate reality slag, I got that part, but what am I doing here?
[He may be dumb, but alternate realities fits rather neatly in among the knowledge he has for warping, even if the thought of more than one version of people in general is sort of incomprehensible.]
Not that bein' away from that freak and Starscream being a glitch like usual ain't good, but, y'know.
[He'll kick back and relax the moment he knows he's good to go, and he's mostly shooting scrap at Starscream out of tired, annoyed habit; he hadn't done too badly this past year.]
... Is there any extra energon 'round here?
[Because frag it was unpleasant to be low on power again after not having had to be so for several years. Stupid Autobots, stupid Starscream, stupid blathering glowy freak. They'd all prioritised weapons before re-energising, but Skywarp had barely picked up his arm cannons before he woke up here.
There's a question, almost, on the edge of his vocaliser, about who's here or not, but then he just snaps his mouth closed. He's too fragging tired to think about asking anything else.]
[Video] --> Action! YAY
Autobots? Didn't- . . . never mind.
Megatronus's temple. Stay put. I'll come to you, and I've got plenty of energon.
[And with that, he'll take to flight.]
[Video] --> Action
Yeah, 'cause Bruticus had gotten most of 'em, so he made the rest release us to know where he'd put the others.
[A shrug as Skywarp... quite literally takes Thundercracker telling him to stay put and lays back down on the slab as he speaks.]
[Action]
Skywarp. Pit, it's good to see you. I brought energon. Here.
[He pulls two cubes, offering one to the teleporter.]
[Action]
Hey. Had to deal with the loser on your own?
[Despite the little drop of the wings, just the presence of a full cube has him perking up as he sits up and basically downs the whole cube in one go.]
Not bad. [It'll have to do for "thank you".]
So what the slag's goin' on here?
[Already told or not, he wants to know what (a) Thundercracker has to say about it. It usually makes things simpler.]
[Action]
[Yeah, getting a proper "thank you" is about on par with getting an actual "I'm sorry" for a prank gone wrong. TC hardly even notices the difference. He just offers a wry grin.]
I'll bring the high grade next time, how's that?
[He grunts, sitting on the slab next to Warp and offering the other cube.]
Pretty much what you've been told. There's a temporo-spatial rift in the atmosphere of this planet, which is a version of Cybertron but from way, way back, before our race even existed. The rift's kind of like your teleportation, but random, unpredictable, and crosses time and realities instead of just two points of space in the same universe. You got caught in . . . I guess one of its bursts, just like the rest of us. And as far as anyone knows, it's a one-way flight. There's no way back. [He shrugs.] Life here's not terrible. It's got its challenges, but it's not bad. There's a variety of people and races here, mechanoid and organic – majority's Cybertronian and human, but not all. Pretty sure the Autobots outnumber us, but there's a ceasefire. Haven's a neutral zone – no fighting. [wry grin] The First-forged don't like it when we "refugees" get "rowdy".
[Action]
[Skywarp just laughs, waggling the second cube after Thundercracker handed it to him, drinking this one more slowly and making grimaces as the explanation went on.]
Slag. Well, that's just borin'. [Then a pause as Skywarp actually considers the lack of "enforced" war.] Though I suppose that means less scrap to do.
[And, after downing the last bit of energon, just smirks.]
And "no fighting" leaves a really huge gap.
[It's basically free reign, then. If Skywarp knew the meaning of "careful", which he... usually doesn't.]
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['If Skywarp knew the meaning of "careful"…' . . . Thundercracker's back on Warp-sitting duty, isn't he? Not that he's going to complain. Slaggit, he's missed his wingmate! He smirks in amusement.]
Heh . . . "no fighting" includes no harassing or provoking either, Warp. Well, not seriously, anyway. [He's not COMPLETELY innocent of doing a little harassing himself now and then.] But yeah, a lot less scrap to do. The only Megatron here is . . . well, you'd hardly recognize him, I'm sure. But we're pretty much free to do as we please. I've been keeping busy, but it's stuff I want to do.
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He's here as well? Well, no fragging wonder then! [Nothing sweet or nice in those words, more like amused mocking.] Shoulda seen him when he found him.
[More sniggering before Skywarp straightens up, giving Thundercracker a poke in the arm.]
Says who? If I ain't murderin' anyone, what's the harm? [Could be a lot.] But... uh. What, you mean the Megatron here ain't got any plans or something?
[Skywarp frowns, wary curiosity. If not him, then Starscream, at some point.]
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Try to imagine a mech who looks enough like Megatron, shares his name . . . but has a personality like Optimus Prime. Except not preachy. [He shrugs.] Apparently one of the realities out there is a mirror, a negative polarity. I've gathered that in that one, the version of me is loud, cocky, and obnoxiously colored. Better that than dead, though, I guess. Which I'm also supposed to be, according to some people here.
So . . . how are you feeling? [He nods at the cube in Warp's hand.]
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Say what?! [Skywarp stares, optics narrowing while he waits for Thundercracker to say it's a joke, but when it doesn't happen... he just shakes his helm.]
I get the thing 'bout multiple realities and I suppose some sorta flipping of that makes sense too [in fact, negative coordinates make sense...] but people---
[A shrug and a grin, and Skywarp lays that aside as if it's nothing, gaze briefly dropping down to the cube and back up.]
Pretty good. Want to go flyin'? I gotta get the lay of the land so I can warp.
[And then he'll go kick that red Frenzy in some suitable hole or something.]
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Yeah, it takes a bit to get used to. We have a Ravage from the same reality. He's . . . different. ["Cute" is what he kind of wanted to say, but of course, he can't.]
[He stands with a nod, putting the cubes away.]
Figured that's what you want to do. I'll show you around. Come on.
[Only if TC gets to watch! Because he /knows/ that mech, the little fragger's from /his/ timestream, and BY THE PIT has he wanted to do a little kicking himself! For a long, long time. Of course, a certain telepathic communications officer had very handily prevented it before now…]
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[It's hard not to sound disbelieveing, but at the same time he doesn't actually think Thundercracker's lying.]
Uh-huh. Don't feel right just capable of warpin' line-of-sight. [Hopping off the altar with a helping burst from his thrusters just because he can, Skywarp grins and... again, because he can and he's newly fuelled, warps over to the entrance to the room, leaning against the doorway, arms folded over his cockpit.]
Gotta be faster than that, Thundercracker!
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Some things don’t change, do they?
[He'll lead the way out of the temple and take off for the skies, transforming in mid-air.]