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re_alignment2013-07-13 07:41 pm
soniamwheel) wrote in re_alignment2013-07-13 07:41 pm
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[The first image you see of Jetfire is him waving his cane angrily at a bunch of acolytes.]
Don't you talk t'me about 'alternate universes'! I know 'em all! This isn't Cybertron! This is a joke! [He angrily stabs the ground with his cane. An acolyte approaches, but he quickly swats it away.] I'll not speakin' t'no drones! Where's your leader? [He aggressively pokes one of the acolytes in the face with his cane] Do ya even understand a word I'm even sayin'? Is anything gettin' through that one-bit processor o' yours? [Jetfire gets in the poor drone's face] Take - me - to - your - leader!
[Another drone attempts to pull Jetfire aside, but he whips back an arm and backhands the acolyte, knocking it to the ground. He turns and starts wailing on the little 'bot with his cane.] Tryin' t'sneak up on me, are you? Have you any idea who I am? My name's in history books! I was one of the first Seekers forged on Cybertron! The Mighty Jetfire! [He gives one last swift konk upside the drone's head, knocking the poor thing out.]
[And for a minute or so there's a bunch of old man complaining and muttering as he scuffles with the remaining acolytes. It's a blur of color and the communication link falls over, showing a lovely image of the dirt. The noises stop, and heavy footfalls shake the device; a second later, thick black claws pick up the communicator and hold it up, until Jetfire's old face is about pressed to the lens.] I'll not be havin' some half-arsed fairy-tale from the drones. Who's in charge here!? [And, oh lovely, black fuel-spittle sprays across the screen.] I'll take on all yer little pansy toys until you show yourself, "forgedfirsts"!
[Yeah, it was obvious Jetfire hadn't been totally listening. What he did catch he didn't understand. He's old, give him a break.]
Don't you talk t'me about 'alternate universes'! I know 'em all! This isn't Cybertron! This is a joke! [He angrily stabs the ground with his cane. An acolyte approaches, but he quickly swats it away.] I'll not speakin' t'no drones! Where's your leader? [He aggressively pokes one of the acolytes in the face with his cane] Do ya even understand a word I'm even sayin'? Is anything gettin' through that one-bit processor o' yours? [Jetfire gets in the poor drone's face] Take - me - to - your - leader!
[Another drone attempts to pull Jetfire aside, but he whips back an arm and backhands the acolyte, knocking it to the ground. He turns and starts wailing on the little 'bot with his cane.] Tryin' t'sneak up on me, are you? Have you any idea who I am? My name's in history books! I was one of the first Seekers forged on Cybertron! The Mighty Jetfire! [He gives one last swift konk upside the drone's head, knocking the poor thing out.]
[And for a minute or so there's a bunch of old man complaining and muttering as he scuffles with the remaining acolytes. It's a blur of color and the communication link falls over, showing a lovely image of the dirt. The noises stop, and heavy footfalls shake the device; a second later, thick black claws pick up the communicator and hold it up, until Jetfire's old face is about pressed to the lens.] I'll not be havin' some half-arsed fairy-tale from the drones. Who's in charge here!? [And, oh lovely, black fuel-spittle sprays across the screen.] I'll take on all yer little pansy toys until you show yourself, "forgedfirsts"!
[Yeah, it was obvious Jetfire hadn't been totally listening. What he did catch he didn't understand. He's old, give him a break.]
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Hey, calm down old timer!
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I could open a space bridge and travel through fifteen galaxies and return here to smack you upside your fool-head in five nanosecs flat.
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Most of the information I got when I first arrived was from Ultra Magnus, but there's quite a few bots around that can probably provide the answers you don't want to hear.
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[hmm] An' what sort of answers would those be? The same as the ones the tin cans gave me? If so, tell me something new.
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Most of them have been around longer than me, and even I have a hard time swallowing that. There's no way to leave otherwise I'm sure they wouldn't still be here on this ancient version of Cybertron.
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