re_alignment | [VIDEO]

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That's where I fell out of, huh?

[The feed shows a blurry, unfocused shot of the Lambda. From the tint of the sky, this is probably being recorded somewhere near Prima's temple. The view switches to a wary-looking human in scuffed brown robes; she's frowning and looking up at the glowing tear in the sky.]

I guess I'll buy it. I've never seen anything like that. Pretty, though.

[She shakes her head, at last looking down at the camera.]

My name is Revan. If you recognize that name... all I can say is I'm not who you think I am.

Bastila, if you're here: Come in, please. I haven't seen anyone from our happy little family, so I'm hoping they're with you.

[There's an edge to her tone. Revan's sense of the Force has been muted since she woke up—not gone, just strangely muffled. With luck, that's the only reason why she can't detect the other Jedi's presence, but Revan doesn't make a habit of trusting to luck.]

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I don't think any of us have seen anything like it. Even the First Forged can't explain it.

Revan. I'm Drift.

[...woah. Either her sense of scale is completely off or this is another huge droid like the Acolyte.]

Isn't there any way to get off-planet and get a closer look?

Hi. Are you from this place, or did you get dumped here too?

[That might be a stupid question, but nothing ventured nothing gained.]

You'd have to ask the aerial frames that. [A rueful shrug.] Not me, I tend to obey gravity. [It's one of the few laws he always obeyed. Even Ultra Magnus never caught him breaking that one. ]

[He laughs.] That's a hard question. This is Cybertron, but it's not my Cybertron. Some alternate past, I think.

But I got dumped here. Literally. Flat on my face in the Junk Pile.

"Aerial frames"? Is that some kind of spacecraft?

[a sympathetic wince.] Guess I won't complain about waking up in that temple. I'm still having a hard time believing this isn't some elaborate hallucination. It wouldn't be the first time.

[Oh. Right.] I mean those whose alt modes can fly. I'm just a ground vehicle.

[A laugh.] I don't know about you, but my imagination couldn't come up with anything like this.

I'll keep that in mind. [hm.] It all depends if that thing is in atmosphere or not. And I bet it won't be as easy as just hucking people back through it.

Well... didn't you say this is a version of your planet? Out of the two of us, you're really more likely to hallucinate this place.

That, I don't know. But you might ask Jetfire or Wing? [Not Whirl. For spark's sake, never ask Whirl anything.]

From what I've heard we're here but we're also back there. Things happen after we're pulled here back in our worlds and we're there, doing things. [He is not great at quantum science and displacement. That's what Perceptor's for.]

Oh, maybe this place. But I've seen Cybertron look way worse. And I don't think I could have made up the Brave Police, or Prism. Or the sharkticon things.

[She nods firmly.] Got it.

Okay, now you're messing with the newbie. I mean—fair enough, alien world, doesn't have to rely on recognizable logic, but... [yeah, quantum science isn't on the curriculum at the Jedi temple, either.] ...sharkticon?

[Sheepish.] I'm, uh, really more of the stabbing guy, not the science guy. But that's what I can piece together.

[Ma'am you are talking to a robot who has emotions and facial expressions, logic left us a loooooong time ago.]

That's what they called them. Big. Robot shark things. Lots of teeth. Like. Rows of them. Plural.

Oh. Also giant spiders. [While he's giving you the tour of the local fauna.]

[Robot, you are talking to a monk who can kill people with her brain. Your move.]

[In the meantime Revan's just gonna.

drop her head into her hands.]

I should've just not gotten out of bed this morning.

[N-no, you win this one. But if Drift ever finds out about that, he's going to be all over you. He loves mystical stuff like that.]

I'm sorry? It's really not that bad here. [Sort of.]

Do you need anything?

I'm afraid none of your companions are here.

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Are you sure? Human woman, long brown hair, grey eyes? ["overly sanctimonious and longwinded..."]

Or—there's a pilot, wears an orange jacket, he's in his late thirties. Are you sure you haven't seen them?

[Revan's clearly not expecting a positive answer, but she has to ask.]

[He draws a card from his deck. What it is, however, isn't visible to the camera]

Absolutely positive.

Damn it.

[She looks for a moment as if she's about to hit something, and forcibly calming down. There is no emotion, there is peace.]

Thanks anyway. What do I call you? [Indicating the cards.] Are you some kind of gambler?

Observant of you! Yes, I am at that. My name is Luxord.

[a loose shrug.]

You run into a lot of card players in port towns. What's your game of choice?

Tarrok is my favorite. But so few people know that game... usually I end up playing various forms of poker. I'm always up for learning new ones, though.

[Heck, why not.] Yeah? I could teach you pazaak some time, if I can rustle up a deck. I must've left mine behind.

Marvelous! I'm sure you'll be able to scrounge one up; folk have found plenty of stuff out in the Junkyard.

You are not Revan.

[A number of expressions cross Revan's face—confusion and open suspicion among them. Sith. Of course they'd be here as well. Why would she ever think otherwise.]

Why would you say that?

[And he stares back, almost studying her.]

Why would you take his name?

[There's a flash of anger. Revan has not gone through the last several days of upset and distrust and betrayal of everything she thought was true, for someone to come along and turn it all on its head again.]

And what makes you think I would choose to be Darth Revan if I had the choice?

Who's this "he", anyway?

Interesting.

Unless my recollection betrays me, Revan was not a woman.

But this place continues to alter my own perception.

[Well, giant robots and other strange things -- multiple universes among them. So maybe ...]

[What.]

You know, I've had a lot of people question my identity. This is the first time anyone's objected on grounds of gender.

[Unless the Council changed a lot more than she thought they did, which... no, someone would've mentioned it. Probably.]

Listen, did Malak put you up to this?

Malak has been deceased for quite some time. And you ... gone.

[He was still wrapping his brain around her being Revan.]

Really? Good. I'd hate to have to kill him again.

[There's more than a hint of bitterness there.]

Gone, you say. How long?

[Lets see how she takes this news.]

Roughly 300 standard years.

Apparently, yeah. Not that I'm sure how we survive the slaggin' fall, but since we do I suppose it doesn't matter.

[He snorts and shakes his helm.]

Don't recognize the name... either of 'em, so I'm not sure your friend's here either...

More mysteries, then. I love mysteries.

[she mulls on this for a moment.]

That's... all to the best, then. Means she isn't stranded here too. I hope they had the sense to get out of the Forge instead of look for me.

[He grins a bit, amused at that and nods.]

Dunno if it's a mystery worth explorin', but yeah, doesn't make sense since the rift itself is up in the sky for Primus' sake.

They might not notice you're gone. [Frowning, Cliffjumper leans back against the wall behind the berth, crossing his arms - in his room at the moment instead of out exploring.] I've been elsewhere, in other places similar to this, an' while we can't know if this place works the same as that...

You get people comin' from different points in time, I even have mechs here I know that come from earlier than what I do, one of 'em's even supposedly been gone for over a year? But he's not been for me, so...

[He shrugs. It's hardly his area of expertise, and he likes to hold onto it as a hope.]

Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for not breaking my neck, but I'd still like to know what's going on.

[Story of Revan's life, really, asking too many questions. Speaking of...]

So... if we return, we'd go back to right when we left? [That's comforting, but that "if" could be any amount of time from now, for all they know.] Say, how long have you been here?

If ya find out, spread the wisdom around. Even if it ain't directly useful to know, it'd still be interestin' as you say.

At least it seemed to work that way in the other place I was stuck in before this one, but who knows. [He grimaces and shrugs.] Little over an orn... uh, a month, by now. Nearing a year Earth-wise if we add onto the time I've been stuck elsewhere.

[And even longer than that if he'd count all the time he's been in any other universe than his own, but he's sort of adopted the negative polarity one by now, so he doesn't.]

I can promise you that. I've got no time for secrets. [both for keeping them, and having them kept from her.]

That long, huh? That's... pretty rough. I'm sorry.

[Revan isn't sure what "Earth" is, much less how long its orbital cycles are, but she can take a hint.]

Nothin' you can do about it, but it's slaggin' frustrating. Hopefully you ain't gonna be stuck here as long as I've already been stuck elsewhere.

[Cliffjumper shrugs, and maybe he should've considered the possibility she wouldn't know what Earth is - he has met aliens who are extremely human-like after all, but all of the humans he's met so far have come from Earth, so.]

An' by the way these things seem to work your friends should be back whereever ya call home, unaffected by all this.

[Vague gesture around them.]

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