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2nd-Aug-2014 01:21 am - END GAME Part Three: THE CORE
Solus stands poised with the fully-assembled, towering form of Nexus Prime at the opening to one of the subterranean tunnels. A small herd of acolytes is accompanying them, carrying crates of supplies - metal, energon, and raw materials. While the combiner-Prime would normally just barely fit in the smallest of Solus' tunnel workings, this tunnel dwarfs even him.

It is a vast, primary shaft; wide and formal and clearly important enough to have earned additional detailing in the very walls. It carries an air of reverence that is obvious even over the comm, that of a temple, rather than a simple maintenance shaft.

This is something special.

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31st-Jul-2014 04:11 am - END GAME Part One: ARRIVAL
Your victory against the Zone, though hard-won, is brief. The resulting peace is broken by several things happening at once.

As though driven by spite at the Haven's refusal to bow down, the resurgence of the Lambda is sudden, vicious, and violent. The distant figures of the First Forged, tiny in comparison, make an appearance as they flit across the wounded sky, as they did before the Zone's eruption. But whatever they might be attempting, it is already too late.

The sky crackles with lightning and thunder, cast in the same sickly green glow of the Lambda. The crack in reality widens, surging, and the First Forged have to flee as lightning arcs wildly their way. The flash is so bright, it is impossible to see if any have been hit. The sky tears, audibly cracking across half the horizon. To anyone who happens to be glancing at the ground for some reason, rather than the giant rift in the sky: the shadows at the boundaries of the Haven grow darker despite the electric light in the sky, curls of inky darkness stretching out like living things across the ground. The void beyond the yawning, electric edges of the Lambda is becoming more visible: a dark nebula, cast further in shadow by a vast form.

And something

Is coming through

The Beginning of The End... )
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[The camera clicks on, and two very different Primes appear. Solus Prime is kneeling down, examining what appears to be a large, metal container as she speaks with Liege, who watches on. A moment goes by before she gives the comm, held in unmoving acolyte hands, a glance.]

-Prima's Touch was a clever addition. It will be interesting to see if his boon will help them survive the wilds more readily- Ah, very good.

[She stands, dusting off her hands with the faintest of pleased smirks.]

In the interests of continuing our work, we have elected to make this next experimental addition for improving Cybertron a bit more...visible.

Stars and shadows ain't good to see by. )
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[Early morning today, should you be sleeping you might have something of an awkward awakening as a small earthquake strikes. It doesn't do more than knock over smaller items, send hanging lights swinging, or crack a few stationary glass displays - but the closer to Solus' territory you are, the stronger it noticeably gets. Within the center of her zone, you will probably get swept off your feet if you are anything less than ten feet tall.

The Crystal Forest growing in the western area sings as the 'branches' grate against one another, but surprisingly few break. In the distant edge of Haven, a mountain starts to smoke.

Then it is over, less than a minute after it began.

Not two minutes after that, every single communicator tunes in to the coming broadcast, interrupting ongoing conversations if it must; rather like a emergency alert, if it was capable of turning your TV on to send it out.]

If you are an organic within my territory yet outside the protection of my passage system, I highly suggest you leave the area or return to the temple or insulated tunnels immediately.

You have approximately...six hours before the majority of my area becomes too hot to support organic life. The rest of you might find it rather uncomfortable, especially near any vents or crevasses that may have opened up.

...Do not fall in one.

[So very dry. There is a brief pause as Solus checks the readings on several glowing instruments, before waving a hand dismissively.]

...That is all.  Everything else has stabilized.

The outermost edges of my zone will be warmer than usual, but they should fall within a tolerable range; everything should drop back down to normal within a week. Do not mind the aftershocks. Those are normal and will pass within a day or so. Should you notice any damage to the structural integrity of my temple - doubtful - or anything else built within the area, contact my Acolytes and they will repair it.

[And then the broadcast cuts out, returning your communicators to their regularly scheduled programming.]

Locked to the First Forged )
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17th-Dec-2012 07:10 pm - [Video]
[A rather smug looking Solus appears on screen, though she seems both pleased and vaguely irritated at once.]

My foolish brother is awake and recovered enough for visitors now, should you have business that needs his attention.  He rests in the largest medbay within my temple if you wish to come by in person - the acolytes will show you in if you are unfamiliar with my territory.

[She freezes before she can say more, gaze slowly sliding back to something off screen.]

-Vector.  I do believe I gave you every warning about walking in your current state.   If you do not get back on that berth right this moment you shall not enjoy the results.

[Off screen and faint, Vector voices an indignant objection.  Armor flaring dangerously, Solus spins around to deal with the sudden commotion as the transmission cuts off abruptly.]
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8th-Dec-2012 01:26 am - [Open Video]
[The feed snaps on just as Solus Prime folds down her massive hammer in a transformation of it's own, tucking it around to latch onto her back. It is probably for the best; the brief glimpse is enough to catch sight of a massive weapon dotted with a small spattering of energon-gore.

The source of the fluid is largely hidden away, wrapped heavily in a tarp and tucked carefully in the crook of the massive Prime's arm. Only the edge of a brightly colored limb poking past the length of the tarp gives evidence to the dead mech's identity before she speaks up - and even then, it is already fading to gray.]

The one known as Hot Rod was overcome by influence of the darkness. He retained enough will to ask for assistance in ending the situation.

[She nods down at the body briefly, resigned but respectful.]

It was swift.

...If there is anyone who would wish to claim the remains, do speak up. Otherwise, he will be taken care of.
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