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[ INTRO LOG ]
You don't know how you got here. One minute you were walking, sleeping, maybe dead -- then you're here, your feet suddenly carrying you down an empty street. Where's here?
Any Cybertronian would recognize this as their home planet, Cybertron, but it's not a Cybertron they've ever known. It has all the familiar hallmarks, but none of the specifics -- the city isn't one anyone here could identify, and even at a glance it's obvious that no one's set foot on the planet's surface in hundreds of years. The city and its surrounding areas all bear the marks of devastating war, of dust and rust collected over centuries. With no one in sight -- right at first, anyway -- there's plenty to explore. In fact, if you start walking, you'll find that your feet may just carry you in one particular direction.
A) The crater.
On one edge of the city is a massive crater left by some wartime weapon that seems to have taken out a large chunk of the surrounding metropolitan area. At the center of the crater it's broken through the surface of the terrain to reveal what looks like it might be a promising energon deposit. There is some strange but native vegetation growing around the edges, too, that no Cybertronian would be able to identify -- small, metallic, brittle-looking sprouts that bear a curiously organic-looking fruit of some kind that doesn't look like it's intended for consumption by any natives of the planet. In one rocky nook of the crater, light catches on the surface of a pool of water, which seems strangely out of place on Cybertron. On closer inspection, it seems that somehow an underground water source has formed a spring in the crater.
B) The center of the city.
If you follow where your feet seem to want to carry you, you'll find yourself in the middle of the ruined city. It seems that the center of the city was once home to a massive forum, and some of the pillars and structures still stand. At the very center of the forum is a massive, elaborately constructed fountain, although it has now long since run dry of whatever used to fill it. One of the low, inner walls of the forum has a terminal embedded in its surface, although it looks curiously ancient, out of place with the rest of the city, and unlike the rest of the technology still left around, there doesn't seem to be any way to power it on or operate it. There are a few scattered pools of water and a few of the strange metallic plants in the city, too, but they're not quite as plentiful as in the crater.
The planet was obviously once home to a massive network of communication relays, but those have all been long since destroyed. However, with the bits and pieces left behind and a few determined minds, it wouldn't be too hard to build a working, if rudimentary, one...
Any Cybertronian would recognize this as their home planet, Cybertron, but it's not a Cybertron they've ever known. It has all the familiar hallmarks, but none of the specifics -- the city isn't one anyone here could identify, and even at a glance it's obvious that no one's set foot on the planet's surface in hundreds of years. The city and its surrounding areas all bear the marks of devastating war, of dust and rust collected over centuries. With no one in sight -- right at first, anyway -- there's plenty to explore. In fact, if you start walking, you'll find that your feet may just carry you in one particular direction.
A) The crater.
On one edge of the city is a massive crater left by some wartime weapon that seems to have taken out a large chunk of the surrounding metropolitan area. At the center of the crater it's broken through the surface of the terrain to reveal what looks like it might be a promising energon deposit. There is some strange but native vegetation growing around the edges, too, that no Cybertronian would be able to identify -- small, metallic, brittle-looking sprouts that bear a curiously organic-looking fruit of some kind that doesn't look like it's intended for consumption by any natives of the planet. In one rocky nook of the crater, light catches on the surface of a pool of water, which seems strangely out of place on Cybertron. On closer inspection, it seems that somehow an underground water source has formed a spring in the crater.
B) The center of the city.
If you follow where your feet seem to want to carry you, you'll find yourself in the middle of the ruined city. It seems that the center of the city was once home to a massive forum, and some of the pillars and structures still stand. At the very center of the forum is a massive, elaborately constructed fountain, although it has now long since run dry of whatever used to fill it. One of the low, inner walls of the forum has a terminal embedded in its surface, although it looks curiously ancient, out of place with the rest of the city, and unlike the rest of the technology still left around, there doesn't seem to be any way to power it on or operate it. There are a few scattered pools of water and a few of the strange metallic plants in the city, too, but they're not quite as plentiful as in the crater.
The planet was obviously once home to a massive network of communication relays, but those have all been long since destroyed. However, with the bits and pieces left behind and a few determined minds, it wouldn't be too hard to build a working, if rudimentary, one...
theyre so beautiful. so purple
so not involved in giving him endless grief
"There's a younger version of you--pre-War--running around. He didn't like the Autobrand," she clarified after her amused moment passed. Humor of the situation aside, Megatron was the Captain. The chain of command on the Lost Light might have worked more like a bowl of spaghetti than a military TO in practice, but giving a functionally useless albeit technically factual answer was still bad form.
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Or did you just get locked in a closet and yelled at by your cat?
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She paused to consider how she felt about that.
"I can't wait to meet her! Or...me? Whoever!"
Feelings about that: highly positive.
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He pinches the bridge of his nose, and sighs.
"I didn't notice any glaring differences, so it's hard to say how far apart you are, chronologically, but she – you – did recognise me."
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She shook her head, remaining hints of levity falling away as she considered the ramifications of their situation. "As fascinating as this is from an intellectual perspective, it can't be good for the fabric of spacetime."
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"Less than a year – she called me Captain. Unless she's from some kind of extremely similar alternate universe – and all the alternate universe individuals I've encountered so far have been... visually distinct."
He frowns. The potential effects on the fabric of spacetime were, honestly, not the kind of thing he'd been keeping in mind. "... Hmm. All the more reason to get everybody back where they came from as soon as possible, then."
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"Agreed...assuming there's a way." Nautica tapped her wrench against her leg as she thought over the problem. "Multiple low-probability events can be a sign of a malfunctioning quantum drive, but it's usually a crew member getting really lucky at games of chance or something like that. This is all so improbable that I don't think even the Lost Light could be responsible. The engines just don't generate enough power to skew the probability curve that far... Uh, meaning I'm not sure it's inside my area of expertise." She tacked on the explanation before her thinking aloud went too far afield.
"The multiple-worlds interpretation is the one that best fits observations, but I'd thought that had been conclusively disproved. I don't know, Captain," she said, apologetic but not worried about his reaction the way someone who'd known him before his defection might have been. "I'd really like to be able to talk this over with Stormy or Perceptor." She shook her head at the absence of the ship's resident geniuses. How careless of them not to be here when they were needed.
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"We'd just found and boarded the derelict Lost Light. Nightbeat and I had gone to search the other half. We were in the lift, where we found this--" she held up the briefcase "--but nothing else yet."
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"Any paradox you and I could cause would be minuscule compared to what could happen with your pre-War self." Nautica grimaced, realizing how much damage she personally might have done in her conversation with the younger Megatron. "Under the circumstances, I wasn't too inclined to insist on the sanctity of the timeline."
Really, if you'd been her, would you have held out on an angry teenage Megatron while he was grinding your face into the dirt?
"The fact that you and I are still able to have this conversation suggests that we're somehow being insulated from paradoxical effects, at least for the moment. You still remember our first conversation being in a Lost Light crew briefing rather than in a giant crater, right?"
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She held up her wrench, projecting a holographic display of equations was not particularly instructive and seemed to be more to help her gather her thoughts than explain things to Megatron. "What if any timeline changes can't propagate because there's no medium in which to do so? Sound can't travel in a vacuum, electricity can't pass through an insulator. What if we're just...separated from our own spacetime? It doesn't matter how many versions of any of us there are, because reality just doesn't know that anything's happened."