re_alignment | Audio [joint post with Prowl and Skids]

[An audio channel opens up to the sounds of a minor struggle. Metal shrieks briefly, then a loud thud follows. It isn't long before the scuffle is reduced to a painful sounding creak. Any medic could recognize that ring as the dangerously strained hyperflexion of an arm joint, and anyone who's met him might recognize the protests of a just-returned-to-normal Skids.]

Ow--OW, hey, its not like I wanted to eat your spark. Primus, it tasted terrible.

[A less than pleasant new voice cuts in over this.]

Do any of the seven theocrats in charge wish to explain how being attacked five minutes away from one of your 'temples' is supposed to constitute a Haven?!

[The question is rhetorical, there's about a five second pause before the voice chimes in again. And boy, is it as charming as ever!]

The perpetrator in question has been restrained, and I suggest someone direct me to where he can be deposited before this escalates any further.

[In the background, Skids can still be heard struggling clearly.]

Is this because I ate somebody else's spark? Please tell me I didn't. No. I'm serious. I need to know this.

Who arrives carrying stasis cuffs, anyhow?

[The feed ends.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

That doesn't change the facts. You can't claim to keep refugees safe if you ignore danger like that in your own territory.

[Next time he or whomever is trapped under a thing like that might not be so lucky.]

Edited 2013-03-23 04:27 (UTC)

I was hardly ignoring it.

But, more to the point, I don't claim to keep anyone safe. Having my Glyph grants you a degree of protection, but the protection offered is against something far more insidious than a mere sparkeater.

I find it imperative to address the greater threat.

[So this must be Liege, if he had been referring to his own glyph.]

Your acolyte mentioned Unicron.

[Had Skids not been shifted back to normal before his very eyes, his tone would be a lot more incredulous. As it were, he was still unsure but not entirely disbelieving. Still, he wasn't one to ignore greater threats.]

What exactly it as stake here?

My acolyte was correct. You know of Unicron?

[Liege steps out from behind a snowy, rocky outcrop, dusted in a layer of white himself, a complex-looking weapon in hand.]

An entire world.

An entire galaxy.

Besides, I see you are quite capable of handling yourself.

...

[He turns to face the FirstForged, but doesn't move from his spot.]

There are any number of ways this incident could have ended with one of your refugees dead. I doubt that is what you want if you've taken the time and effort to mark us with glyphs.

[Prowl figures he's made his point, and moves on to the next topic.]

All I know of Unicron is that it is a force here.

Perhaps.

However, that statement is dependent upon you knowing precisely how long I've been following you.

Can you guess?

[He tucks the weapon up into his armor, content that there are no changelings about who need to be reverted.]

Unicron is the ultimate force--the opposition of balance, the sower of chaos. Without that Glyph you bear...

[He gestures.] He'd take your very mind. A pleasant thought, is it not?

[He probably could guess, actually. The amount of snow dusting Liege's armor would be a good indicator of how long he'd been out tailing him. So don't mind the pause, that's just him doing a casual calculation o two.]

I see.

Considering you've been observing me since I stepped foot off your temple, you expect me to be able to help in some way.

[He's not saying no, but he's a little curious as to what Liege expects him to do. He can't exactly jail an omnipresent diety.]

Help? Given what almost transpired with that Sparkeater, I hardly ssee how you'd be capable.

[He peers Prowl over, probing--at least, on the surface--for any desires to exploit, testing the other with his words.]

Unless you've skill at bringing order where there is none?

[Oh Liege, how could you push his buttons like that! He almost fell for it, too.]

I've been helping 'keep order' since I was forged back on my Cybertron.

And any efforts to bring it here do not appear to be coming from any of the Firstforged. That is, outside of providing themselves with a growing army of toys they wish to play with.

Oh?

And what sort of 'order' might that be?

[Curious, he steps closer. Prowl has an impressive enough arsenal--but it's that tiny thread of arrogance--the desire to control--that Liege finds most attractive.]

What would you do with such 'toys,' then?

Audio [joint post with Prowl and Skids]

[Audio] he has this speech ready for all the heads he meets

[Audio] So impertenent~

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