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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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~~.]

[Rude, Knock Out, very rude.]

I don't know, I thought it was. Makin' me work when you asked me to come.

[He mock-huffs, letting a bit of static underlay the noise before he grins again and takes the offered cube.

And hopefully it'll work well enough~ ~~Until somebody loses an eye!~~]

[Were you expecting any better from a Decepticon?]

Good things are worth the effort. [And that's a pretty good energon he got or you right there, friend.] Toast!

[Better not ~~Ambulon would yell a lot if that happens~~.]

[Not really, no. Especially not what's happened elsewhere earlier!]

I suppose. [Shaking his helm, Cliffjumper takes a good swallow, optics widening a little.]

Huh, didn't just go for the simple stuff did ya?

[Well, it wouldn't be CJ's fault, he'd be drunk!]

[Exactly. And yeah...]

[Blurr leans back on the seat. This is probalby the most relaxed he looked in ages.]

Is that a complain? I thought that it couldn't hurt.

[Blurr smirk softens.]

Are you feeling well?

[I'm sure we will find a way to make it his fault, somehow. のωの]

Nah, not really. Ain't bad at all, so can't really complain, can I?

[Cliffjumper's slumped a little in his seat, but that, like Blurr, is relaxing.]

Huh? Sure. [Glancing up from looking into his cube, Cliffjumper shrugs, looks off to the side, and then back, hesitating a few moments more until...]

... er. Thanks.

No. You are not allowed or the next time you will be the one going to get the drinks.

[Blurr took a sip of his drink while he shrugs slightly.]

No problem, Cliff. And I wanted to be nice so I didn't prepare those. [He pointed to the drinks.] I'm still learning how to mix grades properly.

As if that'd be a hardship, really. [They have a lot of energon, and it costs nothing, so getting the drinks would hardly be terribly overburdening.]

Eh, I'm sure ya can't mess it up that badly. [He grinned as he took another swallow.]

Who knows, you could trip on your way to the bar and end with your horns stuck on the floor. [Wouldn't that be something?]

Nothing exploded yet, thankfully. Yet.

Uh-huh. How the slag would that even happen? [Have a narrowed, but definitely amused, glance your way, Blurr.] Sudden magnetism? I think someone would have to punch me into the floor for me to get stuck like that otherwise!

[Snickering, Cliffjumper shakes his helm.]

Well, you'd have to shake it around real bad for that to happen...

[He looks up from the cube, giving Blurr an exaggerated cautious look.]

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