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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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[...]
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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Did they have the same sort of power the FisrForged have here? Wait...Several? did he failed at transwarp?
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[Cliffjumper shrugged, drumming his fingers against the side of the cube, which of course didn't make any noise, but the energy-field shimmered as it was hit.]
So some sorta powers he had, 'cause each of them had their own powers.
Dunno. I don't think so. They didn't even know that they were a gestalt, or who their actual form was, so whatever happened they'd forgotten. Time-related memory issues, I think it was.
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So complicated...should I get us more drinks?
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[And that wouldn't have been a good thing at all.]
If ya want. And yeah, this is just what I know... they got tangled up in another reality while I got booted into the negative polarity one.
[None of them still had any idea how or why that had happened.]
we can start wrapping thigs up? :3
[Nope.]
I will go get them. So strange. Let's just relax for now, hm?
I believe we can do that or end now c:
Sure, I'll wait. Not that it'll take ya too long.
[With that, he waved Blurr off, smirking.]
Yup, this works
[Blurr laughed and walked away, smiling. Quiet nights, just talking and drinking with a friend, were not something he did very often but he enjoyed those a lot.]