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robothell2015-02-19 08:11 pm
chickscream) wrote in robothell2015-02-19 08:11 pm
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ready for nothing [open]
Who: Slipstream, her confusion, and YOU!
Where: A ruined, empty street or sky.
When: RIGHT NOW
What: Intro/bafflement post
Warnings: A snarky angry seeker lady who hates her dad
A.
Slipstream was already ready to go home.
Oh, sure, Detroit wasn't that great, and she'd spent a lot of time dodging under the radar and swinging across the lake to Canada (where the Autobots never set their feet, for some reason), but it was all the home she had ever known in her own right, besides her brief stint on Earth's moon.
Her memories of other homes weren't her own, and she ignored them as best as she could, ignored the echoing deja-vu of these streets. It looked like... a place Starscream had known, once, but torn apart and ravaged, like in the wake of a battle; it looked like no place she had ever been, and the stars were arrayed in shapes unknown to her optics.
Pressed back against a wall and with her optics narrowed, Slipstream was just about ready to jump out of her plating and shoot the first thing that surprised her.
B.
Taking to the skies, Slipstream circled tightly in jet mode, taking in the view.
She hadn't even realized how much she liked greenery until there was none, how lively organics were until she was in a place of metal and gears.
Unsettled, she braked and switched back to her more customary form, hovering and looking over the city. It spread further than Detroit ever did, pocked with craters and destruction-- a wholly inhospitable-looking place, in her opinion, and probably no fun to get back home from.
"Sparks, this place is awful," she tells the air, and swoops down over the city looking for more signs of life-- familiar or otherwise, she doesn't care, as long as it's not Starscream himself-- beyond whoever greeted her first. If someone wanted to hail her down to the ground, she'd go, no matter who; and if someone wants to come up and bother her, she'll probably not shoot them.
Where: A ruined, empty street or sky.
When: RIGHT NOW
What: Intro/bafflement post
Warnings: A snarky angry seeker lady who hates her dad
A.
Slipstream was already ready to go home.
Oh, sure, Detroit wasn't that great, and she'd spent a lot of time dodging under the radar and swinging across the lake to Canada (where the Autobots never set their feet, for some reason), but it was all the home she had ever known in her own right, besides her brief stint on Earth's moon.
Her memories of other homes weren't her own, and she ignored them as best as she could, ignored the echoing deja-vu of these streets. It looked like... a place Starscream had known, once, but torn apart and ravaged, like in the wake of a battle; it looked like no place she had ever been, and the stars were arrayed in shapes unknown to her optics.
Pressed back against a wall and with her optics narrowed, Slipstream was just about ready to jump out of her plating and shoot the first thing that surprised her.
B.
Taking to the skies, Slipstream circled tightly in jet mode, taking in the view.
She hadn't even realized how much she liked greenery until there was none, how lively organics were until she was in a place of metal and gears.
Unsettled, she braked and switched back to her more customary form, hovering and looking over the city. It spread further than Detroit ever did, pocked with craters and destruction-- a wholly inhospitable-looking place, in her opinion, and probably no fun to get back home from.
"Sparks, this place is awful," she tells the air, and swoops down over the city looking for more signs of life-- familiar or otherwise, she doesn't care, as long as it's not Starscream himself-- beyond whoever greeted her first. If someone wanted to hail her down to the ground, she'd go, no matter who; and if someone wants to come up and bother her, she'll probably not shoot them.
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... What did the Autobots have on their side, here?
After a moment of thought, she takes a glance around, her eyes narrowed in thought. Actually... if this is Cybertron, there's nothing to stop Megatron to consider it taken, from what little she's seen. Perhaps he considers his primary goal acheived, and the Autobots as tools to help him maintain control? If there's some kind of power vacuum in the Autobots, it might not be so terribly difficult for a charismatic leader-- even one with a purple brand-- to step in and take control...
Though that's all wild supposition.
"Starscream made me with them already there," she answers distractedly, thoughts clearly occupied by Megatron the Autobot Ally.
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It was odd, and it was something he was still coming to terms with himself considering he had yet to meet either of the characters in question. He was willing to take Tarn's word on the matter though. While she was distracted by that, though, he was far more concerned with her own revelation.
"Starscream made you?" he asked, with a look that was either pity or disgust, or both.
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She stares at him, and answers his question, slowly and clearly preoccupied, "Unfortunately, yes. I don't really want to talk about it."
Multiple Megatrons. Dear God below.
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"If you have only recently arrived, you will find both autobots and decepticons from across multiple universes have been brought to this planet. Perhaps some you would recognize, though I would not depend on finding old allies here."
He stopped, staring at the decepticon insignia on her wings for a few moments. Perhaps she did not chose to join of her own free will, but even so it wasn't as if the decepticons could be picky at the moment.
"Those of us who consider ourselves loyal to the Decepticon cause have formed something of an alliance on this planet. You are welcome to join us, if you wish."