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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[The encryption's noticed, but not focused on, instead Cliffjumper's staring hard the astrosecond the video comes on and while the red optics throw him off nearly makes him assume...

But no. This isn't. Luckily it isn't.]

Uh... yeah. [Cliffjumper sort of collapses in on himself, instantly relaxing for a brief moment before his optics narrow again, but this time more thoughtful than full of angry, hair-trigger suspicion.

There's no recognition in that curiosity, however.]

... You know an alternate then? And, uh... sorry for... that. [There's a vague wave of his hand to indicate his earlier reaction.]

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You seem very familiar to one I have met previously. But I take it the name 'Convoy' has no meaning to you.

[as for the apology, he just shrugs a little. no big deal.]

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[A frown, slight twitching before he just shakes his helm.]

Nothin'. So I suppose it's either alternate, or one of these stupid, slaggin' time-space things.

[His patience and understanding of these things isn't very large. At all.]

... That what you call yourself then, considering... uh. You kinda sound like somebody else.

[Several somebodies, but most prominently a rather unpleasant somebody. Who goes by Prime.]

Perhaps both.

[beat]

I sound like many 'someone else's. But yes, that is what I call myself.

Wouldn't surprise me, the way these things go.

[He huffs, annoyed at the thought of it, then considers what... "Convoy" just said. Optics narrowing again, Cliffjumper drums his fingers against his arm.]

You're... an alternate of Prime, then.

[So he wasn't completely off when he'd thought the mech, this "Convoy", sounded similar to the negative polarity Optimus Prime and thus to... well, all the other Primes around.]

The body I wear is not my first. Its model is shared among the Convoy Corps, most of whom are alternates of Prime.

I am one of the few who am not.

... What are you then, since you sound pretty much like one, an' you're saying that that frame's shared between others who are alternates!

[Others would probably not be this forward (and rude) about it, but this is Cliffjumper. Cliffjumper, who is kind of paranoid about things like this and while he doesn't precisely snap a finger out to point accusingly at Convoy it's... a near thing.

He's gone from drumming all fingers to just his index finger against his arm for one, and his expression hasn't exactly lightened up.]

I consider myself the bastard, and I doubt they'd disagree.

[it's one of those jokes that are actually...completely serious.

and true.]

[Cliffjumper just stares, the glow flaring briefly and there's a brief, staticky little noise that's somewhere between exasperation and incredulity. He can't decide if this Convoy doesn't want to tell the truth and thus is messing with him, or is telling the truth but in a... way he can't exactly understand because he doesn't have all the facts.

It's frustrating, and doesn't really settle his twitchy processor, but he also knows when he doesn't have the pull, nor knows someone well enough to demand the full story.]

... feel like I'm missin' part of the story here. [There's a huffy little grunt and Cliffjumper crossing his arms over his chest fully again, but he makes an effort to relax as well.]

An' if you want dimensional coordinates, gonna have to ask the Firstforged... or find this Cybertron's Vector Sigma, if there even is one at this point...

[tee hee

except he doesn't actually make that sound, only shrug, a bit]

It's a story I'm not interested in elaborating, at the moment.

[and a beat. ask the Firstforged...maybe...]

I will consider it.

[Oh, hilarious.

There's another huff and Cliffjumper just nodding. Liking it or not, he can hardly demand being told anything personal...]

Whatever ya do, not sure it'd help, 'cause there ain't no transwarp portals, stellar spanners, or space bridges 'round here. An' I only know the... uh... Vector Sigma coordinates... or whatever they are for one or two realities, an' they ain't even my own.

[He's not sure what, exactly, those strings of numbers the Caretaker had said actually meant, besides being connected to realities and Vector Sigma... He hadn't actively been listening, but remembered pretty much anything he'd heard nonetheless. It'd been a strange situation, after all.]

A beacon may suffice, but...

[he shakes his head, dismissing it]

It is no matter. Thank you for your assistance.

As much as I could do, sure.

He grimaces a bit, because it'd be nice to be able to give (and get, admittedly) some good news once in a while.]

No problem, though.

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