Optimus Prime (
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re_alignment2012-11-01 08:34 pm
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[Video] [Originating from the Junkpile]
[A pile of junk was the last place he'd expected to end up, to be perfectly honest. In fact, it was the farthest thing from Autobot Outpost Omega 1 that you could get...well, at least now that Ratchet swept it up. The large Autobot rose from his position, brushing off the debris that seemed to collect from his initial entrance. He doesn't seem to really react to any of it, as if he was basically just acknowledging 'yep, I just landed in a trash heap. Oh well'. Out of all of the useless junk, there is one thing that catches his eye. The Link. He picks it up, eyebrow perked. Interesting...it seemed to be a communications device. He'd have to take a look at this.
But that didn't mean he wouldn't waste time with IMPORTANT things. His eyes immediately began to scan his surroundings, pupils dilating and contracting as he shifts immediately towards the stars. He always felt that the cosmos offered a better map than the landscape, although he wasn't exactly prepared for the results. And, like a camera lens, those eyes widen in shock. It was...Cybertron. There was no way he could be mistaken.
He wouldn’t hesitate to use the Link either, especially if it seemed to have communication properties. After all, he had to find his soldiers. At moments like this, it was best to stick together.]
Autobots, report in. This is Optimus Prime, and I fear we seem to have traveled somehow to our homeworld. It’s appearance is not as I remember, as if it has yet to be built. If you are nearby I will send my coordinates.
If not, report me yours so I may locate you.
[His gaze went from the stars to the layout of the land. A pile of junk...he certainly didn’t remember that, but some of the landscape was definitely ringing some bells in his processor. Or at least...they were similar enough. There were a few petite differences, but the gorges, canyons, mountains...they aligned with his own vision.]
Cybertron...
But that didn't mean he wouldn't waste time with IMPORTANT things. His eyes immediately began to scan his surroundings, pupils dilating and contracting as he shifts immediately towards the stars. He always felt that the cosmos offered a better map than the landscape, although he wasn't exactly prepared for the results. And, like a camera lens, those eyes widen in shock. It was...Cybertron. There was no way he could be mistaken.
He wouldn’t hesitate to use the Link either, especially if it seemed to have communication properties. After all, he had to find his soldiers. At moments like this, it was best to stick together.]
Autobots, report in. This is Optimus Prime, and I fear we seem to have traveled somehow to our homeworld. It’s appearance is not as I remember, as if it has yet to be built. If you are nearby I will send my coordinates.
If not, report me yours so I may locate you.
[His gaze went from the stars to the layout of the land. A pile of junk...he certainly didn’t remember that, but some of the landscape was definitely ringing some bells in his processor. Or at least...they were similar enough. There were a few petite differences, but the gorges, canyons, mountains...they aligned with his own vision.]
Cybertron...
AUDIO;
I think you're going to need to sit down for this explanation.
AUDIO;
Ultra Magnus. I know of you in reputation only.
It is an honor.
[Primes don't sit B|]
AUDIO;
Optimus Prime, you're in an alternative dimension along with almost all of us. We're here due to an accident, more or less. The tear in space and time, known as the Lambda, caused you to be here.
AUDIO;
...I see. And I am to assume that this Cybertron is...predating it's Golden Age.
[One thing at a time, for right now.]
AUDIO;
AUDIO;
[It's starting to come together now.]
FirstForged. Are we speaking of Primes?
AUDIO;
You and others do not bear this glyph. It's concerning me.
AUDIO;
[His mentor...was here? Or at least...a version of him. He'd ask for details on that later. Because right now, Ultra Magnus said something that caught his attention.
There's a slight look at his body, for any signs of a glyph.]
Are there consequences to having no alignment?
AUDIO;
It's concerning.
AUDIO;
The only other explanation is something only the FirstForged would know, as it is their alignments.
AUDIO;
At this rate, I may have no choice but to approach them.
AUDIO;
AUDIO;
AUDIO;