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re_alignment2014-08-02 01:21 am
solianpolarity) wrote in re_alignment2014-08-02 01:21 am
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END GAME Part Three: THE CORE
Solus stands poised with the fully-assembled, towering form of Nexus Prime at the opening to one of the subterranean tunnels. A small herd of acolytes is accompanying them, carrying crates of supplies - metal, energon, and raw materials. While the combiner-Prime would normally just barely fit in the smallest of Solus' tunnel workings, this tunnel dwarfs even him.
It is a vast, primary shaft; wide and formal and clearly important enough to have earned additional detailing in the very walls. It carries an air of reverence that is obvious even over the comm, that of a temple, rather than a simple maintenance shaft.
This is something special.
"Those of you with my Mark, and those of my brother - to us! We must delve down into the core of the world, and ready our final preparations. If we cannot complete this...this is our last resort. There will be no other chance for the survival for this world or it's intended purpose."
Solus frowns at the camera, steadying herself against despair.
"It barely needs to be said, that if we do not survive this, your return home will not be likely."
Nexus steps forward, gesturing down in the vague direction of the center of the world.
"And on that happy note... Unicron's minions have sought to taint the core. You need to aid us in clearing the attackers, as well as repairing the damage they have dealt, if you got the talent. We gotta work quickly - my brothers can only delay the attack for so long. Only then can we survive this fight." Nexus gives the viewers an encouraging nod.
The coordinates of the massive tunnel follow before the view cuts out: the two Primes will be waiting.
It is a vast, primary shaft; wide and formal and clearly important enough to have earned additional detailing in the very walls. It carries an air of reverence that is obvious even over the comm, that of a temple, rather than a simple maintenance shaft.
This is something special.
"Those of you with my Mark, and those of my brother - to us! We must delve down into the core of the world, and ready our final preparations. If we cannot complete this...this is our last resort. There will be no other chance for the survival for this world or it's intended purpose."
Solus frowns at the camera, steadying herself against despair.
"It barely needs to be said, that if we do not survive this, your return home will not be likely."
Nexus steps forward, gesturing down in the vague direction of the center of the world.
"And on that happy note... Unicron's minions have sought to taint the core. You need to aid us in clearing the attackers, as well as repairing the damage they have dealt, if you got the talent. We gotta work quickly - my brothers can only delay the attack for so long. Only then can we survive this fight." Nexus gives the viewers an encouraging nod.
The coordinates of the massive tunnel follow before the view cuts out: the two Primes will be waiting.
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[Very flattering. Knock Out is always pleased with that.]
In private, I hope.
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Its the red. Very flattering shade on you, if I may say.
....
[Knockout might notice the way Skid's steps falter for a moment at the insinuation of privacy. He may, in fact, have tripped.]
Drinks alone with you in the belly of a chaos god?
[It sounds just unusual enough to be exciting.]
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[And Knockout might, in fact, have smirked at the tripping but he doesn't mention it.]
That's what I call a party.
[Damn right it does.]
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You would look good in blue...but it would not be the same.
...
[Skids has a question, but he does not know how to ask.]
Was. Was he blue?
[Your previous partner.]
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Knock Out sighs. You had to ask, uh?]
Yes, he was. But that doesn't matter much, wasn't it?
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I know. I'm just a stranger to flirting.
[And he wasn't used to being complemented.]
I think it does matter. If we're having drinks in the afterlife...I'd like to meet him.
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[He finds that surprising.]
Now that would be an interesting meeting.
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Lets put it this way: If flirting was a skill I picked up at some point? I don't remember it.
Can't say I'd mind learning from a professional, though.
[Ie...you. If you're willing.]
Think he would like me?
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I won't mind teaching you more tips.
[When isn't he?]
Tricky question, he was never as social as I. But eventually I'm sure you will get along. He liked fighting.