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re_alignment2013-05-08 10:18 am
sword_redemption) wrote in re_alignment2013-05-08 10:18 am
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[Haven, you know what? You look like you could really use one of Drift's wackadoodle theories right now. ]
The First Forged aren't telling us everything.
[Drift does not mince words. Bad guys, yes. Words, not so much.]
There were other settlers here before us. Over and over again. They died. We're not the first. We're not special or chosen. [And part of him hates that thought.]
And the First Forged couldn't--or didn't--protect them. [This is all review for the old-timers, but there are new people here, and besides, it's a dot he's trying to connect up.]
Wing and I and the others found a cave where some of them had lived. They died. All of them. But they're trapped here, as ghosts. [Another dot.]
And worse--we went back, and their bodies were...reanimated. Like zombies. They attacked us. They were trying to protect something in the cave.
[He frowns, because he really doesn't like public speaking, especially this next part.]
A lot of people disappeared recently. Like whatever it is--the call, Unicron, whatever--like it's gaining strength, picking up steam. We need to do something. Because I don't know about you, but, well, for a lot of reasons, I don't want to have to suddenly find myself fighting a zombie Ultra Magnus.
[Or Vandal. No, he can't even go there in his head. He's connecting dots and it is a really unpleasant picture.]
The First Forged aren't telling us everything.
[Drift does not mince words. Bad guys, yes. Words, not so much.]
There were other settlers here before us. Over and over again. They died. We're not the first. We're not special or chosen. [And part of him hates that thought.]
And the First Forged couldn't--or didn't--protect them. [This is all review for the old-timers, but there are new people here, and besides, it's a dot he's trying to connect up.]
Wing and I and the others found a cave where some of them had lived. They died. All of them. But they're trapped here, as ghosts. [Another dot.]
And worse--we went back, and their bodies were...reanimated. Like zombies. They attacked us. They were trying to protect something in the cave.
[He frowns, because he really doesn't like public speaking, especially this next part.]
A lot of people disappeared recently. Like whatever it is--the call, Unicron, whatever--like it's gaining strength, picking up steam. We need to do something. Because I don't know about you, but, well, for a lot of reasons, I don't want to have to suddenly find myself fighting a zombie Ultra Magnus.
[Or Vandal. No, he can't even go there in his head. He's connecting dots and it is a really unpleasant picture.]
no subject
[Wing shudders, neither of those are pleasant memories.]
Kinder for all of us hopefully.
[And Wing welcomes not only the sound of Drift's good humor, but the chance to see it. Wing's been close to others before, but never like this. And to think he nearly missed this.]
Oh really now? Care to share? [In lurid detail, preferably.] I will if you will.
[Okay, he's more flirting than joking now, oops?]