robothell | (no subject)

Who: galvatron & youuu
Where: the city??
When: uhhh sometime recent. we can fudge it
What: galvatron already judging this place
Warnings: old man yelling at cloud

This is Cybertron.

Galvatron can feel the call in him, resonating in his spark. It's a small tug, dragging him deeper into the ruins. But he knows better than most, and the song that Cybertron sings within him isn't the same; this isn't the Cybertron he was born on. He finds it somewhat funny. He and Soundwave took their Decepticons to Earth to create a new colony, but it seems a planet had adopted him instead.

Once the initial anger at his kidnapping had settled, he cared little for how he got here. Galvatron had experience with Cybertron's magics; he was aware that the planet had a certain power above all others. It was the greatest in the universe, one that others sought to unravel and control, but in the end the planet always perserveres.

Most disturbing was the complete absence of life here. Not even a single corpse litters these ruins, where there was clearly signs of a great battle. Only the eyes of glitchmice peer at him from the rubble, watching him stalk through the streets, his hand tracing the walls of scorchmarked buildings. Was he alone here? And if so, what did Cybertron want from him? He was a warrior. Without those to lead or conquer, he had little purpose here. Trion would have been a better choice for restoration, if even possible in a wasteland such as this.

A nitrodeer makes the mistake of jumping into his path, and Galvatron deals with it like he does with all other unexpected surprises. His fusion cannon lifts, and then the small deer is reduced to nothing but a gory, smoking smear. Galvatron pays the corpse little more attention-- he steps over it, carrying on towards the center of the city.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

There's no mistaking Galvatron. Even as Cyclonus passes overhead in a flash, flying one of his daily patrols, he recognizes him instantly. Galvatron. His Galvatron.

He should keep on flying. Ignore the appearance of his lord of millions of years, let someone else deal with it. After all, they had not parted under good circumstances. He hadn't returned to him after his reemergence from the Dead Universe after all. Why go to him now?

And yet he finds himself banking, diving, transforming to land on his feet out of reaching distance of Galvatron. He says nothing, though he stares with bald distaste at the Decepticon symbol on his chest, his own body still free of faction sigils.

Galvatron knows the sound of Cyclonus's engines better than most; after six million years together, the distinct rumble of mechanisms and the unique sound of transformation sort of gets ingrained in the memory. It's a familiar sound, one reminiscent of past companionship. How had, after six million years of loyalty, things gone so wrong?

The warrior's expression was neutral as the jet lands, but Galvatron's lips shift to a smirk as he observes the open distaste for the badge upon his chest. He lifts his hand in peaceful greeting, slowly approaching the other old warrior, his own gaze appraising.

"I was wondering when you'd stop running from me, Cyclonus. I could feel you when you faced Nova." Galvatron's optics raise to Cyclonus's face, his smile easy. "How are those Autobots treating you? Do you find kinship with them?"

Cyclonus's posture remains stiff in contast to Galvatron's more casual demeanor, and he crosses his arms as he approaches. Unresolved anger simmers beneath his plating and part of him wants to dispense with conversation and simply attack.

"I have not been running," he replies, voice steely. Their paths may have diverged and failed to cross since their parting of ways, but that didn't mean he'd been running from Galvatron. Did it?

"They treat me as well as can be expected." Except for one, who has given him far more chances than he deserves. "And how fares your borrowed army?"

Edited 2015-05-03 07:06 (UTC)

The big dinobot had spent some time wandering about Cybertron, still focused on finding a pad for him and Sideswipe. And so far he only met like one or two bots, barring Sideswipe and Jazz. For the most part they were ok...for the most part.

But today he decides to take a break from mindlessly looking for a way out and just enjoying the wide open spaces. It was better than a stasis pod or locked to a junkyard.

He spots a little nitrodeer, which he follows with no mind to anyone else that could be around. He smiles, glad to see an animal-themed bot that wasn't crab-like in anyway.

"Aww...cute little deer."

And just as he says this, he barely recognizes the cannon blasting the little nitrodeer to smithereens.

"...awww! That ain't right!"

Said in complete ignorance if deer-killer actually heard him or cared to hear.

Edited 2015-04-22 17:05 (UTC)

"This what you're doing for fun?"

Arcee is perched on a wall, fingers gripping the rusting metal as she watches Galvatron with something that comes very close to interest. They were about to have a throw down last time Arcee knew, and her opinion of the other bot hadn't changed much since her arrival.

Well, at least he'd be fun.

There's no mistake in the presence he senses; an anger that's old yet new, history whispering through the cracks of it. Galvatron is who he can see and hear raise his cannon, they are precise and certain movements that requires little to no thought. Actions that makes Soundwave wonder if he should be initiating contact. Galvatron had said that they are free... to do as they wish. But the loyalty and unhealthy reliance on someone to report to is too deep to rip out quickly, unlike the unwavering faith he had in the old Decepticon leadership.

Soundwave rolls to a stop in front of Galvatron and dutifully - though with a hint of reluctance - reports in to Galvatron.

"The deers will cause no harm to us."

Soundwave.

Galvatron hears the rumble of his treads before he sees him. Some part of him was disappointed; he would have enjoyed the freedom to move and act without the bleeding spark around. He smiles casually as his second transforms, reaching for him in greeting.

"It was unfortunate enough to surprise me, that's all. Have you been here long, Soundwave?"

Wherever "here" is.

"Does a warrior get surprised?"

It's a rhetorical question. Soundwave doesn't expect that to be answered, at least not without some angry old man shouting that he only half hears. There is something about respecting your command, however wary he is of this leadership.

"It has been a few cycles more than you. There has been relative peace here between the Autobots and Decepticons. Less encounters than I had anticipated."