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re_alignment2013-03-31 06:48 pm
cliffjumper) wrote in re_alignment2013-03-31 06:48 pm
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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.]
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.]
[Video]
[That was over six months ago, but it's still hard to forget.]
[Video]
You too, huh?
[Well, his was over fifteen years ago, so don't count on forgetting yours very soon.]
[Video]
Yeah, it wasn't fun. Only difference though, weird as it sounds, it didn't take place on Cybertron.
[Video]
Dunno. [He eyes Bulkhead, then twitches his shoulders in a shrug, tiny grin on his faceplates.] Depends on how 'weird' you're gonna get with the rest, 'cause I don't think bein' on Cybertron is a prerequisite.
[Just that Cybertron was Primus - at least in his reality and it did seem a pretty common thing - so of course Unicron would want to end up there at some point.]
[Video] I had to look the story up again, lol.
[He gives his own shrug. His expression turns thoughtful as he thinks of how to tell this.]
Ours took place on Earth. It started Eons ago. Primus and Unicron battled for power over Cybertron. [Minus the refugees and all.] Primus finally defeated him by makin' the thirteen original Primes. [Aka: The First Forged here] And they cast him from the planet. Primus went on ta be the core of Cybertron. Unicron, uh...over the Eons, space debris evidently collected on his slumberin' form, and he became Earth.
[Is that weird enough for ya, Cliffjumper? His expression turning a little grim.]
The battle was so long ago, that it became just a legend and superstition. We had no clue he was Earth, pretty much 'till he was startin' to rise again.
[Video] xD
Okay, yeah, that's odd. Unicron bein' Earth, that is. [He grins briefly.] In my reality it was just hangin' around in space, also slumberin', until fighting kinda woke Primus up.
[He'd been in stasis then, but that thing had woken him up and then he'd been too stubborn to accept emergency stasis lockdown. At least until the Unicron fight, then he didn't get to choose.]
Sounds kinda similar to what we found out [Cliffjumper shrugs, rubbing the back of his helm.] We'd forgotten all 'bout that, thought we'd come about naturally so to speak, but then the whole Primus an' Unicron thing happened and we found out we were made rather deliberatedly.
[Video]
Ours evidently drifted to a whole 'nother galaxy. He started to wake up for us cause of the planets linin' up. He targeted our Optimus cause he was a Prime. His risin' caused havoc on the planet. Earthquakes, dangerous weather. We managed to stop him before he fully awakened though. ....well, Optimus did anyway.
What? We've always know how we were created. .....did you guys have a caste system too?
[Video]
[Because well... if that had happened, Earth would be pretty slagged.]
Doesn't surprise me on the Prime thing, since the Prime carries the Matrix and that can whack Unicron but good. [Cliffjumper shrugs, and then just... stares, grimaces. Shakes his helm.]
Caste system? No. Ain't ever got anything like that.
... [He pauses, frowning.] Lemme guess, that's part of the reason Megatron gave for startin' a war?
[If so, at least you guys got a reason, flimsy or not.]
[Video]
Yeah, glad it worked. Earth's still in one piece, and Unicron's back in stasis. He's still down there, but there aint no way he can be removed. Not without destroyin' the planet.
Yer lucky then.
[He grimaces at that.]
Well, part of it. He started out speakin' up for those of us in the lower castes. Like himself. As you can imagine he got quite the followin'. He went before the counsel and demanded change, sayin' they should be over-thrown with force. Also wantin' ta be the next Prime. He got angry when he was denied. Even angrier when Optimus, who was known as Prion Pax back then, spoke up against him, and was picked as the next Prime.
[His voice and expression sadden.]
The war led not only ta the death of countless Cybertronians, but the death of our own planet.
[Video]
[Wow, bum deal you got all around. And the fact that Megatron helped gets nothing more than a slight twitch and that's mostly for the name; the Decepticons - even one of Unicron's own servants - had helped in the fight against Unicron.]
... Your Prime's get chosen? 'Cause no one chooses ours... the Matrix does that. [He shrugs, and then his expression goes sour.]
It's strange that he had a reason at all, but... at least he had one. [No, that's not a bunch of angry bitterness colouring his voice, no sir.] The Megatron from our reality? Was just not satisfied with the peaceful part of society. Thought it needed to be destroyed.
And for that we got murdered.
[Cliffjumper hisses, arms crossed tightly over his chest, before he calms down some, frowning.]
Frag. Ya sure it can't be restored? Ours was kinda slagged as well, but it got fixed.
[Video]
[His optics goa little wide, before he frowns as he listens to the reason Cliffjumper's Megatron wanted to kill them.]
Over bots bein' peaceful? Yeah, that's a stupid reason if ya ask me. [Though he could see his Megatron doing that to peaceful bots these days.]
Far as I know, no. Wish we could find a way ta restore it though.
[Video]
[He huffs, shrugging, tense even as he tries to loosen the tightened cables.]
Yeah. Somethin' 'bout cuttin' away the useless bits. And maybe it can be, just gotta find it? We didn't know it could be done or would happen, but after the Unicron fight, it did.
... What's that about the core bein' poisoined though?