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Okay, so... [The feed comes on at the same time as those few words are spoken, Cliffjumper sitting leaned back in a chair - the standard one for the desk in the rooms they're given. There's a frown on his faceplates but really... it's there to hide his being uncomfortable, not because he's particularly annoyed or torqued.]

We've all been told Unicron's behind all this slag, right? [Vague little handwave.] I suppose that ain't really gonna tell most of ya anythin' unless you've actually seen him, and since that isn't really safe...

[Cliffjumper trails off momentarily, shifts in his seat and then shrugs. If it was just the matter of people not believeing it, he wouldn't care, just punch the glitches who made fun of him (which he'd done a few times). But since Unicron - or its powers, rather, affected them here, it seemed like an idea to show why it should be taken seriously. Being told it "ate reality" didn't mean much in bare words, really.]

Gonna share a bit of memory with you. The quality ain't gonna be the best, 'cause I wasn't exactly at my best at that point, but it ought to be serviceable.

[There's something of an awkward pause, but Cliffjumper's not going to wait for anyone to chime in or detract and throw off his groove here, so suddenly the video cuts out, only to immediately be replaced by a slightly wobbling view of a ruined street on Cybertron. There's static at the edges, but nothing bad.

In fact, the worst noises in the feed are two; the screeching, rattling tearing of metal being shorn apart, echoing too much to have any particular direction, though that sound soon drops in intensity as the feed stabilises and Cliffjumper stops moving for a moment, dialling down his audio receptors.

That, however, is doing nothing for the other noise.

A noise which isn't really a noise, but nonetheless vibrates right along the memory being played up, underlaying everything. Even those not cybertronian would be able to pick up on a faint sense of certainty, of end. Not just death made into noise, but something more absolute, the negation of matter.

The wobbling movement starts up again, down the street, around a corner, around a building and then.

Stop.

There's a brief waver in the recording, and if this memory had been shared more personally and not over the Link, the transfer would suddenly have been swamped by fear. Then shame for feeling it, and fear again. As it is, Cliffjumper gets to keep that part for himself.

The view tilts slowly upwards, continuing upwards and whatever that is it's huge, the static at the edges briefly strengthening before clearing. Perhaps unwantedly so.

"---been most disappointed if the meat of my ancient enemy was anything but succulent!" That's as much a noise and not-noise as the shearing vibration which still underlies the memory; in fact, the thrumming voice tangles with it, strengthens it, and the view tilts a little, the edge of the building Cliffjumper rounded

visible at the corner as he ends up leaning against it.

Staring.

Because this being isn't just the size of a planet, isn't merely towering up in the air and literally standing on Cybertron as a giant hand descends and tears out a handful of metal and unfortunate mechs who didn't have time to flee to summarily put that handful into his mouth...

It's vaster than that, followed by an oppressive knowledge that even through a straight recording over the Link somehow is transferred that the physical shape is just suggestion, is merely the container of something far larger, something far hungrier and it's not just the metal of Cybertron which is being consumed here.

Another handful. What is being lost here can't be regained.

"---Fight! Fi--" That shout, terrible enough on its own, when followed by a scream that makes the air crumple, the view of the memory fizzle into static and blackness.

It comes back to light.

Unicron's face, the violently green optics wide, staring at a tiny speck of incandesence which can't really be translated. Briefly, that terrible vibration from earlier is eased. Left behind is nothing but soothing stillness, and Unicron reaches---

The view tilts as Cliffjumper slides down against the wall he's leaning against, and then goes black.]

... Uhm, yeah. Best I've got.

[Enjoy Cliffjumper's rather defensive growl and the scowl on his faceplates as now takes the place of then.]

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With enough people. [He mutters something and shrugs.] Though when he attacked, we weren't many enough, and didn't have the time needed to trust each other to coordinate...

In the end, Prime used the Matrix, which had part of the power of our creator in it. They're like opposite, so he was defeated.

[Cliffjumper shrugs, assuming it's something like a particle-anti particle reaction.]

[He nods slowly, having expecting no less when it came to strength of numbers. Although he's not sure what exactly the Matrix is, it's obvious it had to be something powerful.]

...so it's not like Unicron's invincible.

No, he ain't, but ya need some rather specific things to kill... or defeat, I suppose, him. Or even make a dent, but at least we ain't completely helpless here.

[That's something, at least, even if it's still way too huge.]

Exactly. So as long as there's a way, then we can definitely deal with him if it comes down to it.

Yeah. Just wish we for sure knew we had somethin' that'd work like the Matrix, these Firstforged being here or not.

[It just... he knows he can trust Prime and he knows the effectivity of the Matrix, and they do have a Prime here with a Matrix, and hopefully it's the same... It still makes him twitchy, though.]

I guess that's true. But even if we didn't, I doubt anyone would give up just because of that.

[That just makes him scrub a hand down his faceplates.]

Maybe. Hopefully.

[A lot had, and of those who hadn't many had stll died when they'd been too slow to get to their decision.]

But many wouldn't, no. Sometimes that's just gotta have to be enough.

[And usually it is, even.]

[The kid nods. Hey, he's trying to be optimistic here.]

[Optimism is always good.

Cliffjumper shrugs slightly, a twitch of his shoulders.]

Hopefully we'll just have to deal with his minions, though.

What sort of minions does he have?

Dunno. I doubt the ones that were used in my reality are gonna be here... I suppose here anythin' that comes through without a glyph would be a minion of Unicron, whether they want to or not.

[He grimaces a bit at that.]

And then you've got the rustin' fraggers who've dedicated themselves to servin' Unicron.

....

[Cliffjumper's not the only one grimacing at that. Ventus really doesn't need that reminder.]

....but why would anyone want to serve him if all he does is destroy..?

I don't even understand why the slag the 'Cons are Decepticons except that they're evil fraggers, so why some unhinged glitches decides it's a good idea to destroy all of reality and serve the thing that can make it happen...

[He shrugs.]

Beats me, kid.

I...guess things like that never make much sense.

Usually not, no. [Cliffjumper grimaces and shrugs again.]

Maybe that's for the best, though.

[He nods a little, not knowing what else to say to that.]