[Video] - the Junk Pile of course

[herald_ramjet]

[The feed switches on, tilted and awkward as sparks are thrown across the view and static interrupts the feed intermittently. The image is mostly showing a part of a pile of junk, crushed and scattered, but also part of a cybertronian's lower arm, hand and continuing on out of view, a leg.

Except it looks as if whoever this is, is having... issues. The metal's cracking, then melting, purplish energy leaking out and then it all seals up again, pristine. Until brownish boils appear, burst and let something that looks suspiciously organic slide out before that too disappears and leaves simple metal again. Between all that, sometimes the white and blue metal simply looks... odd. As if it's not merely metal anymore.]

The balance is restored... Unicron lives again! [The speaker might be sounding faintly disappointed, but if so, it's quickly drowned as the voice turns to triumph, and then the camera is redirected from showing that continuously melting and reforming bit of plating to a face. The face isn't melting and looks surprisingly whole, showing a somewhat Seeker-like helm (disregarding the horn fin visible at the upper part) and a black mask making up the faceplates.]

Such a sweet, delicious song. [It's hard to tell if the low, reverberating chuckle means that "balance", Unicron, or... something else. Then he straighens, optics narrowing just briefly.]

I don't suppose any of you have seen my minicons? About this high. [A hand moves into view, sketching out the height of an average minicon, but the most interesting thing is probably the purplish or right out organic-looking... tentacles? that are snaking from some cracks only to disperse into the general glow of energy around the mech as the cracks close.]

Answer to Terradive, Thunderclash, Gunbarrel and Thunderwing. My poor little pets are lost without me to hide behind, after all. [The tilt to his helm and the glitter in his optics could suggest a smirk if he could make one, but Ramjet would prefer if his minicons were here. He can do a lot of things on his own, but more than two hands and optics available was always useful.]

That over with, however... Such a delightful place. It was a while since I've been privy to a Cybertron this young. Vulnerable. Unprotected and already tainted! [He throws his hands wide and laughs softly, but the noise doesn't seem to exactly originate from within him, and the glow from his optics doesn't seem... right.]

They're trying to protect you, aren't they? And they're failing! There's those among you untouched. Crumbling to the darkness within, as is inevitable.

[Suddenly, the shadows seem to fall wrong, twisting the face into something not-quite as cleanly angular as it should be as his optics flare but still doesn't lift the darkness around his faceplates.]

For those of you not under the protection of our dear creator... Come to me! You can be more than you are even now, and if you prove yourselves, power unimaginable and life until the end of all things shall be yours!

[The hand offered to the screen turns from a fairly normal cybertronian hand into something with claws; smooth and while still made of metal... wrong. The purple energy swirling about it actually shorts the feed out instead of it being turned off normally.]

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[Video]

[notyourblueangel]

. . . Uni-who?

[Wait...he's heard that name before recently. Hasn't he? Where? From whom? Frag, now he's wracking his processor - why's he feel that's suddenly really important.]

And who are you supposed to be?

[Video]

[herald_ramjet]

Unicron, the Chaosbringer, lord of uncreation! Opposite of Primus, the inevitable end of things... No matter how some would try to delay it.

[Hands out, palms up, it's like a little flourish shrug without the shoulder-movement, and then the faceplates split apart at the seam between chin and and mask, Ramjet giving Thundercracker a wide, should-not-be-there grin.]

I am Ramjet.

AUDIO;

[forcowardice]

...Riiiight.

Anyone else smelling a bunch of crazy off this guy?

AUDIO;

[herald_ramjet]

Reality is a relative propsition, its balance necesssary and so very precious but tenuous at best. I doubt the feeble light you call a spark could withstand the truth, even less survive long enough to either serve or succumb.

[He chuckles, and the static following doesn't actually come from Ramjet himself, but rather the Link.]

Or would you prove me wrong, child of Primus?

AUDIO;

[forcowardice]

All I'm hearing is pretentious gibberish and a religious loon.

[The static is not at all disturbing. Not in the least.]

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[herald_ramjet]

[Let him show you something more disturbing than him apparently affecting a piece of technology merely by talking, Fulcrum.]

You know nothing of lunacy, of the void between the stars-- but.

[The building energy and anger suddenly flattens out and here, have video. A close-up of Ramjet's head and... is the details of his helm sort of shifting around? Might just be an illusion, of course.]

I can indulge you. There's time, now. [And then, slowly, as if to make things really obvious, the seam between Ramjet's chin and his mask melts apart, like it's made of liquid and not cold, firm metal.] I have brought worlds, realities to their knees for my master... there is no place for paltry belief when my being is because of Unicron!

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[sword_redemption]

[Pinged by 'Unicron'.]

How is what Unicron does 'balance' anything?

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[herald_ramjet]

[Someone's asking actual, semi-relevant questions? Ramjet tilts his helm, considering Drift for a moment. This one is marked by Primus, as the first one to reply was. His optics flash, but, perhaps thankfully, there's no obvious shifting, leaking or otherwise proof of the unnatural going on at the moment.]

Simple; Primus, the origin of creation, the burning light of beginnings, stands at one end of the multiplicity of creation. Unicron, the Chaosbringer, tears it all down, manifestation, origin and end of the entropy that all must end in!

[Ramjet whirls partly sideways, one arm pointing up at the Lambda in the sky, and nevermind the green, clearly organic bumpy tentacles that slip out from the cracks in his armour, or even from the metal itself and briefly twines about said arm.]

Where there is charity, there will be greed, where there is empathy, there will be selfish survival. Where there is one, there will be the other!

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[sword_redemption]

How is it balance when one's inevitably going to win?

[Drift cannot help but notice those tentacles. Sorry. He has bad tentacle associations from Prism.]

But that's stasis, what you're describing. Evenness. Not the triumph of one over the other?

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[herald_ramjet]

Entropy taxes all things, such is the inevitability of it, though, of course, as long as Primus exists creation will undo what has been undone... It's a question of undoing fast enough... or finding a way to undo everything!

[Which he'd almost got. Then that CHEATING Vector Prime whacked him but good with his stupid Cyber Planet Keys.]

That is what a balance is, is it not? [He chuckles, then, and slowly spreads his hands wide, as if invisibly tugging something apart.]

It's merely a question of redefining the balance, of moving it, bit by bit... Or turning it over on its head, spilling the inside out, turning everything into nothingness!

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[knightofdarkness]

[but oh hell]

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[herald_ramjet]

[now, now, don't be like that Nemesis. Come talk to him!]

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[knightofdarkness]

[gdammit Ramjet no that is not a relationship he wants right now

HE'S GONNA WARN EVERYBODY AGAINST YOU EVEN]

[Video]

[raceme]

[Blurr doesn't shine as much as Ramjet but the golden mark in his arm is hard to miss. He quickly notices that, among other weird things about you, you are one of the Glyphless.]

It's almost funny how many out there believe we need to be <sub>saved or condemned and that is their right to decide our destiny.

Sorry. Pass.</sub>

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[herald_ramjet]

[He could probably never be anything but Glyphless. He hasn't just chosen his end, but been forsaken in other ways. Who knows how pure - even a Unicronian is still cybertronian after all - Ramjet still is...]

Not your choice to make, and even that faint, ghostly touch of the creator will ultimately not be enough to protect you, sparkling. You are caught in the balance as much as anyone else, but some of us have power enough to attempt to direct it, to use it for our own ends!

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[raceme]

[One can only wonder about that.]

As far as I'm concerned MY life is only my business _{I'll decide my destiny} thank you so much but YOUR creator is not mine.

Power doesn't equal to rights.

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[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[You can actually hear him blinking. Audible blinking.]

... Oh, you're kidding me.

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[herald_ramjet]

Most assuredly not.

[The chuckle is soft, the tone pleasant... but there's a shifting quality, ending differently than it began, strangely enough.]

A handful, scattered little lights against the darkness... and you shall all go out, one, by one!

[There's no need for video to be able to imagine Ramjet doing exactly what he is, which snapping a finger towards his palm for each of the last few words, a physical ticking off as well as verbal.]

[audio]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[And you don't need to see his facepalm to know he's doing it.]

More loose screws. Good. Very good.

[video]

[rednotbluethx]

[and then...]

Ya sound like yer all talk an' no action. C'mon! Blow some fraggers up! Maybe then I'll help ya out.

[video]

[herald_ramjet]

[Have several long, awkward moments of absolute staring silence, Ramjet's optics glowing steadily while the details of his helm seem to subtly shift, and the colours on his horn definitely shift around what parts to be red, or blue or white.]

Adorable. You're almost a minicon, but... not. You will all expire in the end, there is no need to wish someone else's quicker demise.

[Ramjet slowly reaches out to what seems to be part of a ship sticking up out of, and making up part of a scrap pile, first dragging his finger down it, leaving a smooth gouge down it with wisps of purple escaping.

He removes his hand, and then squeezes it in midair. The large ship-part doesn't crumple, but rather explode-implode at the same time, noiselessly except for a painful, discordant whine that doesn't actually have anything to do with the metal being stripped into unreality.]

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[rednotbluethx]

[Oh ho! He's impressed! Except for your Minicon comment. No, screw that.]

Hey, yeah, so, are you gonna like, start fraggin' scrap up soon? 'Cause I can help! [He's just ignoring your DOOM DOOM DOOM comments.]

[Video]

[megatronicpolarity]

[Given the fire in this Firstforged's optics, Ramjet's melting armor is certainly fitting.]

If they were half as vocal about their allegiance as you are, your minicons are surely as dead as you soon will be.

This is no place for you, Pitspawn.

[Video]

[herald_ramjet]

[Pity Megatronus isn't the one responsible for all that melting going on, then.]

[And excuse him for staring, helm cocked, optics flaring, for a moment. Is that... Maybe. The fire is certainly... And then he just laughs, shaking his helm.]

Oh, no. My clever little minions know not to over-extend themselves. They'd merely be asking for me!

[And then he just taps the screen, nearly thoughtfully, though it does make the feed fizzle and die for an astrosecond. A smirk literally melting his faceplates apart.]

On the contrary! This is exactly where I'd want to be... Megatronus. [For some reason Ramjet seems to take some unfitting delight in saying that designation, slowly and precisely, optics alight not just with unholy glow, but wicked amusement.]

How long until you give up protecting such a fragile and pathetic vessel? Realising that your creator gave you an empty task?

[Needling the Firstforged who will not stay true forever? Needling the Firstforged. Ramjet chuckles, that toothed smirk like a wound, his arms wide.]

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[megatronicpolarity]

[He lets out a harsh, mocking laugh. This Megatronus is not the Betrayer you know, Ramjet. Not yet.]

What would a Unicronian know of purpose? I know your kind; all things are Void and nothingness to you.

[Ah, but he certainly could be the source of the jet's difficulty maintaining his structural integrity if Ramjet's bold enough to meet him head to head. The Prime hopes he is. He could use the warm-up before their recent herd of Glyphless arrivals finally turns.

Megatronus narrows his eyes. Ramjet's demeanor is overly familiar, but the Firstforged are known to Unicron and, by extension, his minions. He's not too surprised that the jet can put a name to him.]

Your desires don't factor into it. You will leave the Haven.

[In several pieces, he's clearly thinking. How hard could it be? He looks like he's already having trouble keeping himself from falling apart.]