re_alignment | [Video] | Vector Prime's temple | Ever wanted to know about Unicron?

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[Video] | Vector Prime's temple | Ever wanted to know about Unicron?

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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Cliff?

Are you okay? Do you want to talk?

M'fine.

This was years ago. Just seemed like a good idea. I wasn't even around and conscious for most of that battle.

Even if it was years ago, the memory is still strong. [Boy, didn't he feel it.]

How did it end? Do you remember? [He's worried about you, bro.]

[Sure it was strong, Cliffjumper's rather sure this is a memory he'll never be able to delete or do anything with than just let it... sit there.]

Not really a memory you delete, even if I sometimes get the urge to. [He shrugs, leaning back in the chair he's still sitting in, and below the view of the feed, swings his feet.]

Well, I wasn't conscious for the rest of the fight, but since I'm here we did won. [Quick, dry grin.] Prime defeated him with the Matrix. Apparently exploded rather spectacularly.

[It's not enjoyable but it's something that must be remembered.]

I understand why. [Blurr waits for him to continue, studying Cliff's body language.]

The matrix is always good news.

[Precisely.]

Yeah. Though before Prime got it again it'd gone all screwy. Gotten corrupted. Prime managed to purify it though.

[Another unseen swing of his legs and Cliffjumper shrugs.]

Seems ya just get visited once and if you win you win, though. At least I hope so.

[Could certainly do with no more than just one apocalyptic battle in the same reality.]

It got shattered in my world too. There were pieces all over Earth, mostly in Detroit. [How to forget that.]

If you lose then you probably last long to regret it, see it that way.

Wannagoforadrink?

Er, it didn't exactly get... shattered. [He shifts and then twirls around to jump out of his chair.]

Sure, I'll meet ya there. But what I mean is, it got corrupted. Literally. It was... er, is, a piece of Primus' power, a force of creation and good, ya know? It got turned to evil, got a taste for revenge and stuff.

[Cliffjumper waves a hand somewhat aimlessly in the air as he walks to underscore his point.]

Prime managed to purify it right after it attacked Unicron and failed, 'cause Unicron's the ultimate force for evil and slag.

[Shrug, and then he grins.]

Yeah, if we'd lost, we'd certainly not been around to bemoan that for long.

Oh, Primus. [Blurr can imagine how that went.] Do you think it could happen with other Matrix?

I always get amazed as how Optimus Prime seems to be such an important figure in other universes. [He's not all that important in Blurr's world, not yet.]

Not really.

[So, about that drink...? Perhaps Blurr asked that too fast.]

Dunno. Hopefully not. Not sure if it has to do with the fact that it got a literal part of Primus' power in it or somethin'.

[He shrugs, taking an exit nearer to his room than the main one, coming out on a balcony.]

Yeah, that's right... he ain't the same leader in yours, right? Maybe it's just a matter of time, though [Cliffjumper grins a bit as he activates his jetpack.] 'Cause in my experience, he seems to end up bein' important in some way.

[He's coming, he's coming~]

It must be that. A corrupted Matrix is probably worse than Unicron himself. [Mostly because it could mean all hoe is gone.]

Magnus is the one in charge in my world and Optimus Prime and his team where on Earth. I think he had a lot of potencial.

[Good boy. Blurr will wait for him in front of the bar.]

Pretty much... though if I understand it right, when the corrupted Matrix tried to attack Unicron, he could beat it back 'cause Unicron is literally all things evil... But then Prime got his hands on it again and purified it.

[He shrugs, and while it takes a bit (distance and all) he turns up at the bar after a bit.]

Hey, Blurr.

I hope the Optimus Prime here can do that too it I happens again.

[Blurr is sitting in a nearby rock, bouncing his legs and feet like a little kid when Cliff shows up. He immediately stands up.] Oh hello. Letsgetinside?

[He gives a little wave and grins, continuing inside at Blurr's suggestion as he continues the earlier conversation as well.]

Yeah. As long as he's got the Matrix... and they work the same. Which I fraggin' well hope they do, whatever else other differences there are between 'em.

[Blurr looks around, hopping to see Soundwave in the bar again but the mech is really gone. He can't help but think the decepticon's going to show up at any moment.]

The matrix's giant, though. How come he can carry it around so easily in your universe? [Because he sure can't in Blurr's world. Mostly because Blurr was cubed before the matrix was put back together again and contained into an smaller place. He never saw that.]

[Cliffjumper's still looking on his end for Soundwave, but yeah. Seems the mech is gone, but like Blurr, he does cast a reflexive glance around the bar.]

It ain't bigger than this in my reality [Cliffjumper shrugs and holds up his hands in front of him to measure out a size that'd probably fit rather okay even in Cliffjumper's chest.] plus the frame around it, I assume so it can be held more easily.

That's little in comparison to the one I know. The container is the size of that table, give or take. [He points to the closer table and yeah, it's pretty big, even more than Blurr.]

And now that we talk _{about that}...choose the table, I will go get us a few drinks.

[Eyeing the table, Cliffjumper snorts slightly, shaking his helm.]

Seems a bit cumbersome, especially if it's for grantin' sparks...

[Then a grin flits over his faceplates.]

Well, I assume any table's as good as the next, so...

[He'll just take one reasonably close to the bar, even if Blurr won't have far to go anyway.]

It was important. Important things are big. [That was a good reason for him, don't judge, Cliff.]

That one works. I WILL be back in no time. [And true to his word he's gone and back with two huge cubes in just a few minutes.] Missedme?

[Sorry, Blurr, but Cliffjumper has to snicker at that and then eye the cubes when Blurr comes back.]

Not as much as you've missed energon, I think. [Another grin as he held a hand out for one of the cubes.] Tryin' to get us overcharged in one go?

[Not that it'd work that quickly.]

Oi! [Learn to appreciate the little joys of not having to scavenger around for resources, cliff. Blurr doesn't drink all that often but once a while never hurts.]

If you don't want it _{I can keep it all. Blurr smirks, not handling Cliffjumper the cube yet.] Maybe I am. now, say the magic word.

[Let's hope not. Unless, maybe, perhaps, there's a possibility...that Blurr brought high grade.]}

[Oh, he does appreciate it, at least after his stay in the negative polarity verse; they never had much issue in his original reality, not since the conversion formula to convert Earth fuels to energon was discovered quickly.]

Aw, come on, of course I want it. [Cliffjumper laughs, reaching out for it but not exerting any effort to throw himself over the table and wrestle Blurr for a cube.]

... Magic... word? What, like 'I still want it'? [Utter innocence as Cliffjumper just gave Blurr an "uncomprehending" wide-optics look.

... Blurr. Blurr no.]

[You should share that formula with the scientist here, Cliff. Perceptor wanted to make synthetic energon.]

[Like he's going to buy that look. If Blurr had eyes, those would have gone up.]

Not quite. Try again?

[Shhhh, you looked upset and he wants you to forget about that Unicron memory.~~Seeing you wasted is a plus]~~

[Oh yeah, he did, didn't he. Cliffjumper has, unfortunately, missed that completely. And to be honest, he probably don't know the formula anyway.]

What, what else do ya want? [Cliffjumper can't really keep the grin under control, but his optics are kept wide and earnest still as he "thoughtfully" taps a finger to his chinguard.]

Let me think... 'you can't drink both of 'em anyway'? No? [The snicker is swallowed, but thrums like an echo in his engine-noise.]

Oh, wait, think I've got it. 'Please'?

[You're a real pal, Blurr. ~~but really, why!!~~]

[Yes, he asked for it. Knock Out ended giving him the mixed formula of energon and chocolate, Perceptor will be entertained until he figures that out.]

[Blurr sits down, still holding the cubes close to himself, laughing at cliff's first reply.]

DING DING DING!...third time's the charm, they say. [there you go, he's handling over one of the drinks.] It wasn't too hard, right?

[He tries, he tries. ~~Because it's fun~~.]

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