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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.
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.
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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."
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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.
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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."