re_alignment | [video] Backdated to the early days of the event

[The video comes on in the middle of one of the recent battlegrounds, camera display (relayed optic-view) bobbing as the 'bot it belongs to runs along. The sounds of battle and low calls of the largest of monsters are distant, but after a few moments one of the smaller, faster beasts catches up with the speeding cameramech.

The bot deploys a glowing energon-axe as he jerks to avoid a blow, sparks flying off scoured armor, before dispatching the weaker beast with an awkwardly returned slice, not breaking his stride even when he has to leap over the still-glowing pieces.]

-This is Optimus Prime.

[Admittedly, he'd hoped to stay quiet, to largely lay low for a while and see how this newest inter-dimensional kidnapping played out. Perhaps it was benign. Perhaps he would not be needed.

...Unfortunately, he hadn't exactly counted on a full-scale invasion.]

Anyone in the South-western quadrant, adjacent to Prima's Northern-most borders may want to remove themselves from the line of fire, unless they are prepared to defend against two converging waves.

A large group of creatures made up of approximately twenty to twenty five of the heavier-class individuals are making their way into the next quadrant over- Alpha Trion's territory. Another group, possibly newly-arrived of almost the same scale is coming in from the center of the junkyard.

[Alpha Trion. A First-Forged. The view wobbled briefly as he shook his head. That was still...unbelievable.

Not that he had time to contemplate it. The Prime abruptly skid to a halt as he reached the top of a ridge, ducking down, voice lowering. Another large group of beings were on the other side.]

...I will be attempting to lure the bulk of this group and the one still on my tailgate into the junkyard, away from the facilities. If anyone is in the area and able to assist, I would appreciate it.

[A short nod. Right then.]

Prime out.

[And the feed cuts.]

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Something like that.

Saving the world, the universe. Something.

...Are you planning on saving the world, Starscream?

If I say yes, do I get put on the list for the Matrix?

...I hardly keep a 'list' of people that may get the Matrix, Starscream.

It's not even my decision.

I bet you do and you're just not telling me.

But if it's not your decision, then whose is it?

...

[Siiiiigh. That does not even earn a response.]

...Primus'? The Matrix itself? It is not exactly clear-cut, Starscream.

I am the only one who can open ancient Cybertronian seals that are on Earth.

That should put me on the list.

[Seals on Earth. Wat.]

...We haven't exactly had any need for opening Cybertronian seals. Especially on Earth. I doubt we have them.

So even if that somehow did add you to some mystical list, I highly doubt it would be the same nonexistent list for my own Matrix.

[Dryly.]

You're really determined to make this difficult, aren't you?

Facts can do that sometimes, Starscream.

But you won't believe my fact about being the chosen one.

I never said I didn't believe you.

You never even really gave me specifics.

So if I gave you specifics would you believe me?

[And give him the Matrix?]

It is certainly possible.

[Matrix, no. Belief? Maybe. Preferably when he isn't fighting giant monsters, but hey, a distraction is a distraction.]

Sunstorm said that I was chosen. Him and I had a mission together to save the world from whatever the slag was coming.

-- Which I do know something was coming.

[What? He has no idea. He just kinda knew somethings after everything happened with the ancient energy pit.]

He brought me to a Cybertronian seal that was somehow on Earth, which I could only open and that lead to a pit of strange energy.

That specific enough for you?

[He won't say how he was going to kick both Bumblebee and Jetfire down into it. Because you don't need to know that part.]

Not really. I don't even know who Sunstorm is.

Chosen for what? What kind of energy was in this pit? What sort of glyphs were on this seal?

Sunstorm was an identical clone of me -- and a rather annoying stalker.

And what is this now? Twenty questions? Fine.

One - I don't know exactly, I ignored most of his religious babble.

Two - No idea there either, but it pretty much corrupted Sunstorm when he ... fell ... into it.

And Three - The symbol looked like both faction insignias combined.

Well I am running around, fighting a swarm of horrible monsters, possibly to the death. I have to get my questions out while I can, Starscream.

[So very dry.]

So you are, in fact, chosen for something. This something being unspecific, without definition, and with a mysterious faction symbol. Am I correct?

That's pretty much the gist of it.

And I told you I'd come help if you put me on the Matrix-get list.

I already told you, I do not control this 'list', if it even exists at all. So I really can't do much with that, as interesting as it all is.

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