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nuclearphoenix) wrote2022-01-11 07:57 pm
nuclearphoenix) wrote2022-01-11 07:57 pm
Cyberformed Inbox; $dawnwillbreak
But Shockwave, if this is you, you can kiss my fragging-
But Shockwave, if this is you, you can kiss my fragging-
You stand on a burnt and darkened world. The sky above is devoid of stars, having been devoured in ages past. The ruined world smells of the very last day of your youngborn innocence, the final moment in which you did not know of evil.
A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.
The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.
At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.
You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.
A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.
“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”
Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.
The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.
Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.
Unicron.
The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.
“This is my promise to you. Fireforged of Solus Prime.”
And you awaken, safe and sound.
For now.
A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.
The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.
At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.
You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.
A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.
“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”
Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.
The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.
Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.
Unicron.
The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.
“This is my promise to you. Fireforged of Solus Prime.”
And you awaken, safe and sound.
For now.
Edited 2022-01-11 20:22 (UTC)
I didn't think you cared about our gods.
Very well.
[ If her tone is short, it's because of what she has seen- What they have both seen. That, and she dislikes dealing with Megatron even at the best of times. But... In some ways, talking about her beliefs is calming in its own right. ]
Solus, Forgetender, Fourth of Thirteen; she upon her anvil created all the great gifts of the Thirteen, all swords and tools of creation. With an anger like the flame, but joy to match- We follow her in our own acts of creation, no matter what they may be. When we die, we return to the Allspark- And will be made again upon her forge.
It is said the weapons she created could slay even the most powerful, the most terrible of foes. All except for one, who could only ever be set back to his rest.
Very well.
[ If her tone is short, it's because of what she has seen- What they have both seen. That, and she dislikes dealing with Megatron even at the best of times. But... In some ways, talking about her beliefs is calming in its own right. ]
Solus, Forgetender, Fourth of Thirteen; she upon her anvil created all the great gifts of the Thirteen, all swords and tools of creation. With an anger like the flame, but joy to match- We follow her in our own acts of creation, no matter what they may be. When we die, we return to the Allspark- And will be made again upon her forge.
It is said the weapons she created could slay even the most powerful, the most terrible of foes. All except for one, who could only ever be set back to his rest.
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.
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.
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.
We don't like each other enough for anything else.
...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.
[ 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.
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.
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.
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.
...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.
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. ]
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. ]
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.
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.
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.
Solus will light our way.
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.
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.
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. ]
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. ]
Herald of Solus, good to see you lived. Sunstorm...
[ Its obviously Sideways, even if the Audio is scratchy.]
Do you think even the most monstrous of life forms can find redemption?
[ Its obviously Sideways, even if the Audio is scratchy.]
Do you think even the most monstrous of life forms can find redemption?
Bastard, you weren't around to see me off. We could have- I could have used the luck.
Where are you? [ There's something genuinely hurt in her tone. She doesn't have to say it outright, but she was just as hurt he wasn't there when she returned, either.
But there's a pause, and then an audible sigh. ]
...Yes.
Monstrousness is- A matter of perspective, anyway. Most Seekers from my world consider me as such.
Where are you? [ There's something genuinely hurt in her tone. She doesn't have to say it outright, but she was just as hurt he wasn't there when she returned, either.
But there's a pause, and then an audible sigh. ]
...Yes.
Monstrousness is- A matter of perspective, anyway. Most Seekers from my world consider me as such.
I'm sorry, I'm a coward when it comes down to it.
I didn't want to say goodbye. I didn't want to send you off because if I did and you didn't return... would it be my own doing?
Sunstorm... I am an algorithmic death. One might even think I'm a curse to have around, but I was pulled from my source... I'm thinking alittle crazy these days.
I didn't want to say goodbye. I didn't want to send you off because if I did and you didn't return... would it be my own doing?
Sunstorm... I am an algorithmic death. One might even think I'm a curse to have around, but I was pulled from my source... I'm thinking alittle crazy these days.
Our deaths would have been their doing, not yours. You didn't raise a hand against us.
And you're not a curse.
[ For a long, long moment, there is silence. Sunstorm, thinking over her words. When she speaks again, it is uncharacteristically quiet. ]
When I became like this, I killed... I killed a lot of people, my own people. I don't know how many. Dozens. Maybe - probably - more. People I knew and cared for, thrown at me to try and stop me. The entire city state, lit up with solar radiation so powerful the Autobots could see it from their own holdouts miles away.
The only reason Slipstream, my dearest moonlight, was not caught up in it was because she was on a mission, and simply wasn't there.
Seekers still think it's bad luck to say my name.
If you are a death, Sideways, then you're not alone.
And you're not a curse.
[ For a long, long moment, there is silence. Sunstorm, thinking over her words. When she speaks again, it is uncharacteristically quiet. ]
When I became like this, I killed... I killed a lot of people, my own people. I don't know how many. Dozens. Maybe - probably - more. People I knew and cared for, thrown at me to try and stop me. The entire city state, lit up with solar radiation so powerful the Autobots could see it from their own holdouts miles away.
The only reason Slipstream, my dearest moonlight, was not caught up in it was because she was on a mission, and simply wasn't there.
Seekers still think it's bad luck to say my name.
If you are a death, Sideways, then you're not alone.
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