Thundercracker (
notyourblueangel) wrote in
re_alignment2012-09-09 12:37 am
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[Voice, then Video]
[To organics - or, well, anyone who doesn't speak Cybertronian - the audio is filled with what sounds like garbled, shrill electronics noise, doubled back on itself in feedback several times over. To those who do speak Cybertronian . . . have a lot of harsh cursing. No . . . really harsh cursing, stuff that would make Unicron blush. That tends to happen when you've pissed of a Decepticon, or scared the ever-living slag out of him, or he's in a lot of pain. Especially if he's all three at once. Oh . . . and there's the occasional noise of rifle fire.]
[And one more curse for good measure when said startled/pained/pissed-off Decepticon realizing he's broadcasting all of this! The audio feed cuts off.]
[About an hour later, a video feed starts. Thundercracker seems to have gotten really really cosy with a wall. As in, the lower half of his left leg, his left rifle, and the tip of his left wing are embedded in it. There are several rifle shots scoring the walls, though none come quite close enough to attempt to shoot himself free - with his wing and rifle (and therefore, arm) immobilized the way they are, he just can't quite shift his other shoulder/arm enough to get the right angle. He'll switch to English. His tone is angry and frustrated, stressed with pain.]
All right, all right, I give!
Starscream . . . or . . . frag, anyone . . . some demolitions help would be great right about now.

[Video]
[Oooooookay, and who the frag are you?]
I . . . no one. I was alone. It felt just like the ability of someone I know, but I also know he's not here.
. . . are you . . . one of the Firstforged I've been hearing about?
[Video]
And you, I notice, seem to be stuck. [Have a finger tapping on your foot.]
If no one was around, are you certain someone teleported you?
[Video]
You're-
[Okay, that confirms it. Be nice to the big guy. ...respectful, at least.]
[The tap makes him twitch. Pit, that felt weird. Though . . . it's also a good sign? Means that part of his foot is still ATTACHED at least. Apparently.]
Yes, sir. It had to have been. I don't have that particular- . . . ah, hang on.
[He's holding several conversations at the moment. He concentrates on another line for a moment, and then...]
[Well, because he was thinking about it . . . he does it. His optics brighten and there's the beginning of a yelp an instant before he disappears with a loud VOP! noise, reappearing in the middle of the room . . . literally. He's several feet off the ground and finishes that yelp as he falls, unable to catch himself and landing gracelessly on his aft. Because the first teleport had displaced the material of the wall - there are random, "oddly"-shaped pieces out by the border where he'd teleported in from - there's now a hole in the wall where his foot had been. At least his wing and rifle hadn't gone all the way through?]
[A beat, and then a low, irritated groan, accompanied by a flat-toned complaint laced with acidic sarcasm.]
. . . ow.
[Action]
...
[A few seconds later, and he's looking down at unfortunate mech who found his way out of the wall, grateful, nonetheless, that he didn't manage to embed himself further into it.]
Perhaps you have more talents than you realize? [He offers, and then adds a hand into the offering to help the other up.]
[Action]
[Thundercracker flinches when he realizes he's landed himself at the Firstforged's feet. Irritable that he's now embarrassed in front of the being, he's trying to stuff the reaction. Normally, he'd ignore the hand - out of pride, to keep from being considered weak - but . . . this one he'll accept with a low, murmured thanks.]
No, sir, I doubt it. Teleportation is my wingmate's special mod. I don't have his warp engines. Unless . . . I was altered somehow when I came through the Lambda. [Or after . . . but he's not going to start implying accusations. Not now, anyway. He's seriously wondering, though.]
[Action]
[He pulls Thundercracker up, and looks his foot over. Then, he looks back to the wall. It doesn't seem like the jet has any lasting damage from that fiasco, but he does wish Alchemist were here to confirm.] Maybe if I run a scan... [He says, instead, a hand reaching up to stroke his chin.] Would that be amenable?
[Action]
A week.
...sorry. [About the hole in the wall.]
Ah . . . yes, of course, sir. [If it can help him learn anything...]
[Action]
[He steps back and considers the jet for a few moments, checking external components before switching his vision to accommodate a more intimate view.]
...
I'm afraid that I have some bad news for you. [He seems serious. For now.]
[Action]
[There is NO good way to take that kind of statement. He stiffens, bracing.]
Yes?
[Action]
[There, now. That wasn't so bad, was it?]
[Action] I'm going to guess no on the sonic mods - there'd have to be room for the warp--
Wha- How the frag-!?
[And he catches himself with a bit of a flinch. An outburst like that would probably have gotten him backhanded or something if it were Megatron he was talking to.]
I mean . . .
How is that possible? Do I still have my sonic mods?
[He thinks he does, but he thought he didn't warp engines, so . . . he honestly can't tell at the moment.]
[Action] Oooh, replacing one with the other? Makes sense to me!
I only have further bad news for you, sad to say.
Still, it is strange that you didn't notice these changes sooner... [Something was going on here, he was sure.]
[Action] LOL yeah, I didn't think about that till just now myself. XD
[He bites back another growl at that. It's one thing to develop his wingmate's power, but to lose his namesake special ability too?]
. . . I haven't had cause to use any special abilities in the past week, so I hadn't tried.
[Action]
[This is still strange, and bears further looking into. Perhaps Liege would be able to help, with his constant research on the Lambda...]
Ah.
What did prompt you to teleport, then?
[Action]
[He shakes his head with a shrug and gestures at the wall, on the other side of which is the room he's been staying in.]
I've been staying in the room one of your drones gave me when I . . . arrived. I was out on the edges of the sector doing some recon. I'd been out for some time and thought I should start heading back. Next thing I knew . . .
[He gestures again at the wall.]
[Action]
I would guess that if you spent some time working on it, you'd be able to control where you ended up.
I would, however, suggest spending this time far away from any walls.
[It's something like a joke.]
[Action]
[Thundercracker studies the taller being for a long moment, trying to find the taunt, or the snideness, or any of the other things he's used to getting . . . and finds none. The small grin he finally allows is wry to the point of rueful, but it's there.]
I'll see what I can do.
Thanks for your help.
[Action]
Make the most out of your situation, and don't hesitate to let me know if there is anything that I can do to help.
[Provided he could take the time to try, at any rate.]
[Action]
Thank you. I will.
Is there anything I should be doing?
[He's been serving under someone - under Megatron - for so long that the past week, he's been feeling . . . a little lost, actually, without having
ordersa definite leader to follow.][Action]
[He has to give the question some thought for a moment, and do some creative interpretations as well.]
Yes. [He finally decides.] You should do what you might have always wanted to do, but were never able.
And if that isn't possible?
Then help us explore, or build. We have a whole world here to make habitable, and we can use all the help that we can get.