re_alignment | [Voice]

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[Voice]

[the voice...may be familiar, to some. if only because of the fact that it sounds like Optimus slagging Prime.

a somewhat deeper, drier, and utterly deadpan Optimus Prime, that is. who sounds more than a little...annoyed. we'll go with that. ~~and maybe a little resigned?~~]

If I asked for the dimensional coordinates, would anyone have any idea what I was talking about.

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... Someone might. But they sadly don't have them for this dimension.

[~~Hey jerkbot heeeeey~~ if you remember him, this is quite possibly going to be the best week ever of all time.]

[...oh.

oh.

he knows that voice very well, but-well, it might-]

...if they can at least tell me if this is Asphodel or not, I would be grateful.

[SO VERY CAUTIOUSLY-]

[It's the right person. And said right person remembers.

Maybe...

Maybe Barricade's luck is finally turning around for once.]

It could be Asphodel. But then again, there are a lot fewer sand worms and insane, roboracist zealots here.

Then the only question that remains is whether or not you have the highgrade, Barricade.

[this is as close to a joke he gets, but his voice has warmed.

NICE TO HEAR YOU, BRO]

[He snorts quietly, grin evident in his voice.]

C'mon. When do I not keep highgrade, Convoy? Frag, I'll even hand-deliver it to you all special.

[HE HAS MISSED YOU SO MUCH BROBOT.]

Excellent. I would send you coordinates, but my systems are still readjusting to the shift. I think I've been out for a few days, and considering my last memory is of Sacrosanct...

[...he's not surprised.]

Sure I'll be able t'find you. Unless I've gotta sift through all those piles of junk to do so. Might take a while in that case.

Not surprising, is it? How these things usually work.

Was the station damaged? [or perhaps you know more than you've said, considering that last statement. still, he's able to work out at least something on his own.] Though...the stars are different here. And the Rift was not like that.

I ain't been on the station in a while. You fell through a different tear in the space-time continuum. And I suppose it's my pleasure to be the first to welcome you to a new, young Cybertron.

[that...earns a long pause. he and Cybertron...

well.

it's a mixed relationship.]

Interesting. And such a tear would account for while you were hardly missing for 'a while' before I came here. [ah, dimensional physics.]

Mm, don't you just hate when that happens? Someone gets a months-long jump on you in some weird new place.

Outta curiosity, you got a glowy tattoo-looking thing on one shoulder?

It can be disconcerting. [or not, depending on who you are. the Alternity did that thing once in a while.]

...not that I've noticed. Should I be looking for one?

It can be. You're lucky I like you, or I might gloat about it. [Not that he wouldn't gloat about it anyway... but just a little bit.]

Folks usually just come through with or without them. Though without them has only been happening recently.

You would anyway. [o u] And does it matter?

... Yeah I would. And I got no clue. Our keepers here are about as keen on telling us things as Hypatia was, without the excuse of being a broken AI.

Keepers?

Keep hearing 'em called FirstForged. It mean anything t'you?

[it's like a slap in the face - and one that he can't just shrug off. there is white noise as the connection stays open and active, but Nemesis can't bring himself to respond, not yet, he's too- well.

mixed feelings is an understatement.]

...perhaps.

[what else can he say?]

... Touchy subject?

[Woof. He never knows just what other mechs are familiar with.]

Supposedly we're here t'help them completing this Cybertron, or something.

[another long pause, but not quite as long, but-]

If they are who I think they are, then I met two, a very long time ago.

[and by the emphasis on the words, it was around /That Time/.]

But I am confused as to why they would need help.

Ah. I see.

[And he will leave that Long Time Ago as it is. The second part gets a more sardonic snort out of him.]

If I knew why they claimed t'need help, it would be the first thing they've said to me without prompting.

[so many thoughts. pit, he needs time to digest all of this info...]

And what have you prompted them for?

[the question's asked more to stall for time to think, than out of true interest]

'What is with the weird white noise in my processor'? 'Why did I spontaneously grow boosters in my legs that only work to haiku?' You know, the usual.

[Hey, you need time, he will let you have it.]

...haiku?

[bzuh-wut, Cade?]

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