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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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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?"
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"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?"