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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...
The crater
Okay, he may be the cause a few terrible accidents, like Swerve blowing his face off, but his unfinished work wasn't known for spontaneous misfires. He was much more careful than that.
So here he was, in the middle of nowhere, with no explanation as to how he got here. Brainstorm grips his briefcase a little tighter, looking out at the water in front of him, and nudges the surface with the tip of his foot. This planet was some kind of weird mix of organic and inorganic-- he might be more interested if he wasn't cranky. He hated surprises.
Well, it certainly was water.
Brainstorm picks one of the small fruits nearby and squints an eye at it, scrutinizing it, before subspacing it for later. Wandering around aimlessly around a large area of nothingness wasn't going to get him anywhere. He turns his attention to the city instead, hopping up into the air before transforming into his jet mode and making a beeline for civilization, staying low to the ground to keep a better eye on it.
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"Brainstorm!" Delighted, Nautica sprang to her feet and started waving before she remembered to switch to radio so he could actually hear her...not that her bright colors would be hard to notice against the desolation of the crater regardless. "Brainstorm! You're okay!"
Well, that wasn't the most reassuring greeting.
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Nautica was the last person he expected to run into in this miserable wildnerness. He misses her one, totally ignoring her down below until she switches to radio. He veers in the air, briefcase swaying with the motion from where it dangles beneath him, and he circles back.
He descends when he sees her, tranforming when he gets close enough and skids with the momentum, then leans over to a pat and dust almost invisible dirt from his thighs.
"Nautica! Finally, somebody I want to see!" Not that he's seen much of anyone. He points at her, then waves his hand around in a huge gesture. "You got any idea what happened? I have a few theories."
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"Ah-hah, well. I'm fine!" He pats her shoulder awkwardly. "Happy to see you too."
His optics drift over her shoulder, idly at first, but as it fixes on the briefcase, locks forced, his stare sharpens and his vents still.
"Where did you get that?"
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"Where'd I get what?" Nautica backed off from the hug so she could see something besides his chest, but he wasn't looking back at her. She half-turned to find out what he was staring at so fixedly--oh, right. "Nightbeat and I found it in the lift. It was damaged and you weren't anywhere around. I was so worried something awful had happened to you."
See, the hugging was entirely justified.
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"Somebody opened my briefcase?" Brainstorm's voice is almost a hiss. He's actually angry. He'd kill whoever did it. Who knows what sort of damage was done that would take days, maybe weeks, to fix. Each of the briefcases were carefully crafted. Each served its own purpose, a component in a greater machine.
He places his hand against Nautica's shoulder, gently pushing her further out of the way so he can step towards the briefcase. He bends down over it, inspecting the locks.
"When did this happen?"
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"I don't know what the last thing you remember is," Nautica said, somewhat hesitant, "but the Lost Light had disappeared around us. Only the people and things that hadn't been on the ship for its first launch were still there--meaning you and your briefcase were gone. The handful of us remaining found the ship again, but it was ripped in two and spilling quantum foam everywhere, and it looked deserted. Nightbeat and I were searching for survivors when we found your briefcase."
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"Of course! Haha, how could I miss that? This briefcase isn't the same one. It's an alternate."
He motions Nautica over, pointing out some rather artbitrary touches and scratches to the briefcase here and there, then lays out his own next to it. These were probably things that only Brainstorm, who is literally attached to it all the time, would probably notice.
"The ship was disappearing -- I remember that -- but I bet you it wasn't actually disappearing."
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"Brainstorm, did you change the laws of physics?"
What? It would explain everything.
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Clearly it's some kind of alternate, but the circumstances around it had him puzzled. The last thing he remembered was the ship disappearing after they had found Rodimus's corpse, and then here they were. Alternate worlds was absurd.
He gathers up the second briefcase, smoothing his fingers over the seams.
"Laws are pretty much just guidelines anyway."
He looks to Nautica and makes a small hmm sound.
"So you said you found this on The Lost Light which had been destroyed and quantum foam was just spilling everywhere? Provided it was time travel, anything seem to trigger a jump?"
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Rodimus has spent most of his time since finding himself back on Cybertron blaming Brainstorm for it in some way, shape, or form. Find yourself on a Cybertron you don't recognize? Blame the guy who's traveled back in time to murder Optimus Prime. It's simple, really, he just didn't expect to be handed the opportunity to punch sense into the bot so soon. But who's he to deny the chance?
'Brainstorm!" Oh yes, this is your captain speaking, and he is angry. They're going to have a talk and it's going to involve his fists. But the jet doesn't seem like it's stopping, and Rodimus realizes his window for acting is increasingly narrow. If Brainstorm time travels again, Rodimus really will lose him and he can't afford to take that risk.
Which is why what follows is simply the logical progression from point A to point B - he's going to get Brainstorm's attention by jumping up and attempting to grab one of his wings. That's within reach, right? And even if it drags the other bot into the ground a little then some of the work of making sure the lesson he's intending to impart is taken care of for him.
Yep. Solid plan. 10/10, would definitely do again.
I DIDNT LIKE HOW I ENDED THIS TAG so editing
Here he was flying around, minding his own business, just trying to get a better view of the area when suddenly hands snag onto one of his wings.
"Ak!" Brainstorm startles, wobbling in the air as he tries to straighten his flight, but his particular altmode wasn't built to handle that kind of extra weight.
Soon he loses full control, leaning to the side before he nosedives hard, hitting the ground hard with a screech and crunch of metal. Pain shoots through his frame as he tumbles in a tangle with Rodimus, eventually rolling to a dusty stop.
"Ugh..." he groans, dizzy from the crash, still in altmode. Can he transform? He's not sure. Right now he can't feel his wings beyond 'hurt'. He twitches, his altmode shivering with the effort, but eventually he manages to revert to his root mode and flops back, arms spread.
HOW DARE no that's fine
"I'm gonna give you one shot, Brainstorm." He says. From where he too, is sprawled out on the ground. "Fix this, or I'm going to continue with my plan to punch some common sense into you."
Casually assuming this is his fault, which - time traveling briefcase. Brainstorm. Not a bad conclusion to reach, if Rodimus says so himself.
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"Have you gone insane?"
Really, Rodimus, what has gotten into you? Since when did you threaten your subordinates? He even liked you!
"I was going to try and figure out what happened, but you have to ask nicely now."
That's roughly around when he notices he doesn't feel the familiar weight of the briefcase around his wrist as he moves his arms. He flops over onto his hands and knees in an instant, quickly scanning the area before he sees it laying a few feet away. Probably the fastest he's ever scurried towards something rather than away from it.
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"I should be asking you that!" Seriously, he's not the one that turned out to be a Decepticon. But he notices that Brainstorm is making an attempt to grab that suitcase and Rodimus attempts to leap into action. Which isn't so much leaping as it is trying to grab Braintstorm's ankle as he scurries by to pull him back.
Because that is the mature response here.
You're not getting your hands on that briefcase if he can help it, buddy. "And I already know what happened - you happened. You opened up that briefcase to travel in time and now look where we are!"
This is a completely logical response to being in Brainstorm's presence, Rodimus feels. It's just something he'd do.
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He rolls, trying to squirm out of Rodimus's grip, kicking at his face as he wiggles.
"What are you even talking about?! Let go!" Well, truthfully, time travel was the plan, but he hadn't even done that yet. There was no way Rodimus was smart enough to figure out what his plan had been anyway so-- what was going on here? "That sounds like something I'd do but-- I don't even know where we are!"
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"I'm talking about you! And the briefcase and the going back in time and the whole UFH--" another kick to the face lands and he fights through the daze because that fragging hurt. "Thing you've got going on."
This is not the first time this double agent thing has happened to him. But Rodimus doesn't like thinking about that so he's just not going to.
"It's Cybertron. So what did you do and how are you gonna undo it?"
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"Time travel? That's silly and impossible!"
Brainstorm pushes himself onto his elbows, sits up, and stop squirming. Maybe if he acted civilized, Rodimus would let him go?
"I didn't do anything. For once. And if you want me to fix it, you're going to have to let me figure out what happened first. I'm brilliant, not psychic."
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"I thought nothing was impossible for you?" He certainly claimed as much on a regular basis, and honestly? It seemed that whatever anyone threw at Brainstorm, he'd find a way to do it. And exceed in a way that made you wonder what you wanted in the first place.
However: "Wait. You didn't do this?" Well. That's something he hadn't actually considered before.
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Brainstorm rolls his optics so hard he swears they might roll out of his head.
"Not true time travel-- that's just science fiction. You can't go back in time and return to the same present. You see--" Why is he taking his time to explain semantics to Rodimus when he was pretty much attempting to punch his face in? Brainstorm stops himself before he gets carried away and just sniffs. "It's complicated."
He flops back, arms crossed, but keeps looking to his briefcase. He'd really really like to get it back and secure on his wrist again.
"How would this benefit me? Of course I didn't do this. I have no idea how we got here! I mean-- the ship disappeared, then I was here."
On Wed, Jan 14, 2015 at 10:51 AM, rodders - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org <javascript:_e(%7b%7d,'cvml','dw_null@dreamwidth.org');>> wrote:
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Well, that went easier than planned. All the Autobots like "oh we have to travel back in time and go after Brainstorm cause the briefcase is super duper linked to time travel" and BOOM here he is right in front of him.
And with no backup. Who knows how things would turn out.
Which is why Nightbeat does the completely rational thing and tackles the fuck out of him.
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Brainstorm smacks down on the ground with a crunch and a shout for the second time today. This sucks. This really sucks! He's starting to wonder what the universe has out for him.
"Has everyone gone insane?!" he asks as he rolls, trying to pry Nightbeat off him.
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And does it, Brainstorm? Does the Universe have it out for you? Or do YOU have it out for the Universe!?
/twilight zone sound goes here
Still, Nightbeat tries to regain his grip on the other, his other hand tightly on the briefcase.
"Look who's talking!" It's hard to argue with a jet trying to pry you off, but he's certainly giving it his all. "What's gotten into YOUR processor?!"
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"I'm not the one tackling random people!"