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[nuclearphoenix]

Hi! This is Sunstorm, adherent of Solus Prime. Leave a message.

But Shockwave, if this is you, you can kiss my fragging-

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[areaman]

That's beautiful.

[and he means that, surprisingly.]

Who is the one?

[nuclearphoenix]

Unicron. Font of all evil, destroyer and corrupter. He reaches his hands into our world, even when asleep. To try and ruin all that we have ever built.

It is our duty - not just a Prime's, though the Matrix they hold is of enough power to strike the monster back into his slumber - to move against his machinations, wherever they arise.

[areaman]

[it takes a moment for another reply to come.]

Did you have the nightmare?

[nuclearphoenix]

Of course I did. That's why you're talking to me in the first place.

We don't like each other enough for anything else.

[areaman]

You know, I do unavoidably have some interest in your beliefs, too.
I know I didn't before, but there is some comfort in knowing of the other Primes.

What did you make of it?
Other than the heavy-handedness that must be unavoidable with Unicron.

[nuclearphoenix]

...Likely, he wanted to sow fear. And he's done exactly that.

[ She's terrified, in a strut-deep sort of way. But she has to be here. She must be here. Solus has brought her here for a reason. ]

Arguably, that vision... That is his end goal. And that is either what he has done to the Matrix, or what he will do. If he has shown his hand, then it is our duty to do something about it.

[areaman]

It's infuriating that he even has that power over us.

I'm inclined to agree.
That other Megatron took the Matrix from me, so as the one unable to stop him this is as much my fault as his own.

Do the writings of Solus Prime mention the multiverse?
Maybe it's naive and moronic, but part of me wants to believe not all the Primes of this particular section of reality are gone.

[nuclearphoenix]

You? Taking responsibility? I didn't think you had it in you.

...They may. Only the lightest of ways - it was not her purview to worry about such things, understand - but there are allusions I could draw. I don't know if they would be the truth, despite what we experience now; I know where she takes me, but all writings that remain are passed down by hands that are not necessarily godly.

You have hope. It may be a fool's hope, but all of us can afford to be a little foolish.

[areaman]

I've changed.

Call me naive, but I just don't like the idea of Unicron coming and having no way to do anything about it.

[nuclearphoenix]

So you keep saying.

You've said that twice now, and- No. There's always ways to stop evil. Evil is arrogance, and through defying that arrogance we can win. There will be something here. What of this world's own Matrix?

[ She's comforting herself just as much as him. ]

[areaman]

Unclear.
If there was a version of myself and Optimus Prime in this reality, we know not of them.

[nuclearphoenix]

The Matrix existed before Optimus. It will exist after him. I'm sure it is here, somewhere.

Unfortunately, it is an artefact more suited to dealing with ancient evils, not the fates that befell our kind here. But it is robust. It will have survived.

[areaman]

I am simply assuming he was the last one with it, as the vehicons native to this world seem to recognise him and my variations as the Autobot and Decepticon leaders.

Finding it may be the next step, then.

[nuclearphoenix]

Cybertron, perhaps? Or would it be elsewhere? We need to go over their histories. Map the war and the death it ended in.

Solus will light our way.

[areaman]

What if she doesn't?

[nuclearphoenix]

You are a faithless dumbass, as usual.

The thing you have to understand, Megatron, is that even our own inventions can be her light. Because our gods' light is in us too, not just in them. She will guide us forward; it doesn't mean that we wait for a sign.

[areaman]

I wasn't speaking literally, Sunstorm. Watch your tone.

It matters not.
Thank you for indulging me.

[nuclearphoenix]

Nope.

And it was no problem. If you wish to speak again, you know how to reach me.

[ She's got a history to dig through. ]