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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.]
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But no, that ain't why. I may do stupid things, but thinkin' my life ain't worth anthing ain't the reason.
[Cliffjumper smirks dryly and takes another sip of the cube, eyeing Blurr's dampened mood.] Want to talk 'bout it, or should you just get another drink?
[Because he can't promise he'll have something useful to say for whatever it is and whatever Wheeljack's got to do with it.]
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[It's Blurr's time to fidget with his drink..] It's not like there's much to say about it.
[He wouldn't know where to start, either. He didn't really tell anybody about Wheeljack, only Bulkhead. They ended together and they were happy, so Blurr let them be.]
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[Looking up, Cliffjumper frowns.]
Uh-huh. That means there is, but if you don't feel like talkin' about it, that's okay ya know?
[Not an ounce of recrimination here, just stated fact.]
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[He smiles at the last part, joking briefly.]
... [The glass is put down and Blurr looks away while rubing his own glyph distractedly. It's been worrying him lately because it changed again.]
I know. Thanks, Cliff. It doesn't matter anymore, so it's okay, really. [Blurr likes to keep that sort of private things private, but he appreciates Cliffjumpers's words. He still changes the subject.]
The wreckers have quite the appeal, First Aid seems to like them quite a lot. You are not joining because you are trying to pick up mechs, are you?
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I--- what?! [Sputtering, Cliffjumper just stares for a moment as he tries to gather his wits.] Wh--- No! Why the slag would that be the reason!? [He flails a bit, waving a hand around - the hand holding his cube, and thus splattering a bit of energon before he catches himself.]
Blurr, what? 'Sides the fact that anythin' here could be a fraggin' suicide, so I doubt the Wreckers will be able to operate like they do as usual, who would do it just... 'cause of... that?
Pffffff Cliff's face. Poor bot
A reason is a reason. I'm sure Teddy did things only to be able to...what word did he use....[Blurr stared at the distance for a few seconds.] Ah, right! SCORE!
Sorry, did you forget what happened with overlord showed up? [Because Blurr didn't, Wheeljack died that time.]
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[Flat staring, though he's still somewhat bright-opticked from his surprise. Then he grimaced.]
No, I didn't forget, but Wheeljack wasn't the only one who went after him, and it wasn't just Wreckers who did. All of us here gotta deal with the slag that comes up, Wreckers or no.
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Don't look at him that way :x]
Fine, fine....I won't complain anymore but if you die I will kill you.
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Not a real, actual bear.
[He'll look at you (almost) however he wants!]
And yeah, probably not, but be probably doesn't know what "scoring" means, then.
[Cliffjumper snorts, smothering a grin both at the idea of that and Blurr's last comment.]
Sure, you're welcome to. I suppose I'd deserve it if it happened.
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[Meanie.]
Good point.
[He would be lying if he said he wasn't expecting that.]
You do indeed. And how does that Wrecker thing works? You have meetings or train together?
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And hey, he's only as mean as he has to be~]
Dunno yet, I mean, I met with Wheeljack and stuff, to show him what I could do, but like I said [Cliffjumper shrugs again and slides down in his seat a little.] I ain't decided if I'm gonna join or what yet.
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>:|]
What's stopping you from taking the final decision? [Blurr might not want him in danger but he wants to help Cliffjumper.]
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Well, besides the times we saw 'em on TV, I've been on Earth collectively around ten of their years at least, and the Ark crashed out in the wilderness. Did see quite a few animals.
[He sat back in his seat after that with a shrug, eyeing his cube and its diminishing content.]
Like I said, I don't know 'em. They're Autobots, sure, but ya never know... and unless it's necessary I ain't gonna work with guys I don't know.
[Frown. He's still considering it, though, but he's wary.]
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Those are really disgusting, one of them got inside my alt mode once and wanted to stay there because it was cozy. It was pain to get it out without killing it.
I know I'm biased in this subject but Wheeljack and Bulk can be trusted.
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That doesn't sound any fun, though. [Folding his arms over his chestplates, Cliffjumper grimaced a little before he shrugged, looking away.]
I'm sure. It still ain't easy. I could say I've got practice what with havin' to work with the negative polarity 'Cons, but it doesn't really get easier.
[He still, sometimes, when he still was in that reality or out of it, gets a spike of "what the frag", despite having made peace with it and liking the mechs and femmes well enough for themselves, and their goal definitely.]
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It wasn't, specially because it liked to chew on my seats too. I had to wait until I was free from Master Disaster's control to get the rat out.
No, is not. I understand. [He really does. Blurr tries to be polite to others but there's very few people he trust completely.] Can you tell me more about them? I know Soundwave and Megatron but how were the others like?
[He also knows Ratchet but that's someone Blurr doesn't even want to remember.]
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[It's said with another grin before his expression sobers up. going thoughtful and his optics dimming a little as he thinks.]
Well... 'Sides Megatron... though he's Galvatron by now, from my point of view, Starscream was probably one of the strangest mechs to get used to. [Pushing the cube around on the table a little, Cliffjumper grimaced.]
In my original reality, he almost killed me. The negative polarity Starscream, though? He's... nice. Personable, though he's got a protective streak a mile wide that kinda gets in the way sometimes. [Even if Cliffjumper can't make himself not agree that Starscream's reaction when confronting Sephie was wrong.] And loyal. It's really slaggin' odd, sometimes still, to hear Starscream of all mechs proclaim to follow Megatron's plans the times he got injured enough Starscream needed to step up.
He's a good leader.
[He knows all this, and yet, saying it out loud makes it a lot more... real, and he might look a bit incredulous.]
... Sideswipe... is like, both more thoughtful an' just as much of a daredevil like the one I know. It's odd, and I never had much to do with the one from my reality, but this one... he's a friend. And he's good in a scrape.
[With a shrug and a grin, Cliffjumper took another sip.]
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[...]
Starscream.Loyal? Hard to believe but after seeing the Megatron we have here I know it could be true.
[Blurr is taking another sip when the 'good leader' bit is added and he almost chokes on his drink.]
But Sideswipe's an autobot, right? Is he with the Cons in that reality?
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Yeah, on all accounts. He was in charge of our group when we went to Earth.
[What he doesn't say is that he had something of a large amount of responsibility as well.]
Uh, yeah, he is. Or was. He got too troublesome for Prime, so he tried to have Sideswipe killed. He survived, though, and joined up with the 'Cons for revenge.
[Which Cliffjumper can both understand and wonder how Sideswipe hasn't just left to do his own thing, since he's not with the Decepticons for their ideals.]
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That one sounds like such an insane reality. It wasn't too overwhelming for you?
It's hard to assume that a Prime would act like that. Even harder to believe that a sideswipe could survive him. He was lucky.
[Better with the cons than with the autobots.]
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It was confusin' as slag at first and kinda continued to be, but I got used to it. Kinda had to.
[The grin Cliffjumper gives Blurr next is dry and grim.]
That was actually what I told him, when I first came there and they were gonna execute Rumble in a smeltin' pit. Told 'im that ain't how we do things and he ought to know that even better than anyone!
[Angry, still? Yes. Even now that he knows why. It still doesn't make him any more accepting of it.]
Got shot to pit and back for mouthin' off, of course.
[With a huff and a wave of his hand, Cliffjumper shrugged and drained the last of the energon.]
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[Blurr finished his drink, grimacing.] A smelting pit, that's a new level of cruelty. The cons in his world usually just try to blow up the Autobots.
Ey..but you survived. That's the important thing.
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[Tilting his helm back, he studied the ceiling as if talking about it had made him need to check... though he was just restless.]
And no, I don't think so. I got to the inverse reality by goin' through a spacebridge. Somethin' must've gone wrong, 'cause while it was probably meant to be interdimensional, I didn't end up where the other guys with me did.
Could've gone with Nexus Prime, but it wasn't a guarantee I'd have ended up at home eventually... [Shrugging, Cliffjumper looked back down at Blurr.] Besides, the Decepticons needed help more than Nexus, even if he had some big mission.
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and where did they end? Or what were you doing, for what matters? [Blurr has all sort of questions, he couldn't help himself. He wanted to understand Cliff's situation better.] So the FirsForged existed for real in your reality too.
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Ain't got a clue. They didn't know either, Nexus was followin' some trail that had to do with his... mission or something. [Waving the whole thing away, he returned to fiddling with the now-empty cube.]
Well. Kinda? I know there was a mech named Prima, so we had at least one of them. Nexus... uh, dunno which reality he really belonged to, 'cause he'd had his gestalt parts scattered over several realities.
[Yes, that's as strange as it sounds.]
I met two of 'em when they appeared in our reality, and a third while we were explorin' a strange energy signal.
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we can start wrapping thigs up? :3
I believe we can do that or end now c:
Yup, this works