[Voice] attempted filter way from Ramjet. key word attempted.

[knightofdarkness]

In case it wasn't obvious, the individual who made a grandoise speech about the taints and darkness and Unicron is, in fact, a threat to every living creature upon this planet.

His name is Ramjet, and he is one of Unicron's foremost Heralds. Generals, in a sense, creatures devoted chassis, processer, and spark to bringing about the End.

His power is immense. Do not engage him. If you are lucky, he will kill you quickly. If you are not lucky, then he will be in a playful mood and toy with you. In fact, I would suggest nothing less than the direct hands of our-

[and here he pauses, just for a moment, but it's there]

-of those who call themselves Firstforged, to bring him down. His power is equal if not greater. In another dimension, another world- he assaulted two of them. At once. And came out the better.

Do not underestimate him.

[the last is somewhere between a desperate plea and an intent warning]

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[knightofdarkness]

[space. space is good. Nemesis tries not to betray how much he likes that space between them again, scowling irritably]

It tells me that they're still as full of themselves as they were all those years ago. They never understand what is happening until it is almost too late for them to do anything.

[when it /should/ be too late, arguably, but - well. there's a knack for the 'last moment'. and for all that he finds it wretched...

Nemesis turns away, taking a step to the side]

Still, I will have no part in tearing this world further apart. If they are able to save it - then it is theirs.

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[herald_ramjet]

[If Ramjet was truly dedicated to making Nemesis uncomfortable, he'd probably get right back into Nemesis' personal space... As it was, however, he merely cocks his helm, regarding the scowling mech.]

Perhaps that's why they're the first, considering even before them, sometimes, there have been failed ones. It always seems the ones who come after who truly make a... difference, whether that is failing spectacularly, all the little lights out going, one by one, or succeeding as is the supposed purpose.

[Ah, the flaws of even a deity of creation and light.]

Ah. [Such a simple little word and then Ramjet's... not actually in front of Nemesis, merely beside him, but suddenly enough it's obvious he teleported not walked, or even flew.]

And yet there's an abscence, however feeble, of the creator's touch on you, Prime. [The lack of a Glyph, of course.] How much choice will you have, in the end? Don't prolong it more than necessary! Would you rather have all choice taken away, or make a choice, as inevitable as it is, by both circumstance and base nature..?

[He's not... exactly, in the way, several paces in front of Nemesis, one hand flung out to point at first the mech, and then the space-time anomaly above them.]

Or would you finally give up, after all this time, finally show that the struggle isn't worth it?

[Ramjet's optics burn, flickering between pure mechanical in appearance and... less so, the intensity not so much sincere, a demand or even begging as simply... there.]

[knightofdarkness]

Perhaps.

[whichever way it is...

Nemesis doesn't even start at the teleport. he only turns to look at Ramjet, optics narrowed slightly. he intends to fight it, he intends to defy it, to his last cycle, he will not be willingly a slave, he will be /himself/-

and just like that, he blinks, once.

and then tilts his head, regarding the jet for a long moment of silence, where he's oddly...calm. pensive, maybe. and...

sad?]

Ramjet.

If you were given the chance - however temporarily - to rid yourself of what the Old Ones had done to you. To become what you were. To be- everything you can no longer be. Knowing, always, that it was temporary, that it is a matter of time, but for that time your existence is your own...

Would you give up?

[herald_ramjet]

[Once, such a question would have been incomprehensible; he'd given himself to Unicron, and while his spark had been twisted from that, most assuredly, it'd still been whole. His own.

Now? Well, now Nemesis and Ramjet are rather alike, even if Nemesis' spark is still pristine, no matter the things that have been done to it. Coming from, by and due to Unicron or not, it's still a spark. His template even one of the most shining examples of the cybertronian species.

Ramjet stares and suddenly, for a moment, not one part of him is shifting. That, however only makes it clear how wrong some of those parts are. The details just don't exactly fit.]

No.

Yes.

[Aura heaving about him, anything closeby simply disappearing in tiny, shrieking puffs of unreality, Ramjet slowly stalks forward with a few rather long, trailing tentacles melting out of his legs and wings.]

"Giving up" means nothing for me! My existence is my own! More than you can imagine, and even if it weren't I would have to not be and be twice more to come to the state you are intimating, old friend!

[A brief, surprisingly gentle tap, if no less sharp, against the front of Nemesis' chestplates as Ramjet simply stands there, looming.]

Even you are pure, though you have reason to feel you're not, I wager. [He smirks then, sharply.] Unicron is still one half of the Prime Spark, just as Primus is. You would ask me to consider to undo myself, Prime, for just a temporary, mockingly fleeting moment of normality?

I think... you don't understand what you're asking.

[Intense as those last few words are, as rebellious as the tightly-reined in aura is, Ramjet is still surprisingly, painfully, still.]

Enjoy what you have then, for as long as it lasts, if that is the choice you'd prefer, Prime. [His helm tilts, momentarily.]

And for what it's worth... time-space anomalies are strange... you'll undoubtedly return to where, and as, you should be in time.

[Take that as you will, Nemesis Prime, because that's all you'll get and for now Ramjet will actually leave you be. Literally, as he, in his familiar-impossible way suddenly simply is in altmode and tears away.]