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archivalquality) wrote2021-12-05 10:56 am
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Cyberformed: Inbox
"This is Optimus Prime. I will return your message shortly."
Text | Voice | Video | Action
"This is Optimus Prime. I will return your message shortly."
Text | Voice | Video | Action
Hey, giant man! You wanna come to Mac's dance with me? Not as a date or anythin' just because I think it would do us both good to get out!
[...]
You can bring a book and I won't force you to party. If you want to be abandoned in a corner I will allow it! Promise.
[...]
You can bring a book and I won't force you to party. If you want to be abandoned in a corner I will allow it! Promise.
Are you certain that is wise? Many of the Decepticons from my universe are aboard the ship, and will very likely be in attendance of such an event.
[ Optimus can hear the noise of the crowd and music in the background, which tells him exactly where Megatron is. He very seriously considers not answering. It's not like Megatron doesn't know the answer already. ]
No.
No.
You stand on a burnt and darkened world. The sky above is devoid of stars, having been devoured in ages past. The ruined world smells of the very last day of your youngborn innocence, the final moment in which you did not know of evil.
A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.
The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.
At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.
You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.
A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.
“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”
Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.
The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.
Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.
Unicron.
The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.
“This is my promise to you. Servants of Primus.”
And you awaken, safe and sound.
For now.
A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.
The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.
At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.
You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.
A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.
“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”
Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.
The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.
Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.
Unicron.
The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.
“This is my promise to you. Servants of Primus.”
And you awaken, safe and sound.
For now.
[Grimlock is broadcasting his video from the medbay, a medbay filled with injured and irritated people. Grimlock himself looks relatively unscathed, but most of his injuries are to the dinosaur head on his back.]
Optimus Prime feel better now?
[He grins under the facemask, with a particularly feral light in his optics.]
Me finish dealing with problem.
Optimus Prime feel better now?
[He grins under the facemask, with a particularly feral light in his optics.]
Me finish dealing with problem.
[Optimus looks at the video, mostly at the background behind Grimlock. That was an extremely busy medbay. Dare he ask...]
What did you do?
What did you do?
Optimus, I fucked up! I need-- shit!
[something smashes in the background, along with a lot of noise that generally implies someone trying to defend themselves. fortunately, she seems to have had the werewithal to add her location to the message.]
That fucking stupid robot! Do you have any idea how fucked we are?! I need your help! Like, right now, or I'm gonna die, because Unicron--
[smash. click.]
[something smashes in the background, along with a lot of noise that generally implies someone trying to defend themselves. fortunately, she seems to have had the werewithal to add her location to the message.]
That fucking stupid robot! Do you have any idea how fucked we are?! I need your help! Like, right now, or I'm gonna die, because Unicron--
[smash. click.]
I am on my way.
[Optimus assumed this was the friend Miko had mentioned, but it did not matter if it was. Someone was in distress and had reached out to him for aid. He was not going to ignore it.
He made his way there as quickly as he could, her words echoing through his mind, magnifying his mounting feeling of dread.]
[Optimus assumed this was the friend Miko had mentioned, but it did not matter if it was. Someone was in distress and had reached out to him for aid. He was not going to ignore it.
He made his way there as quickly as he could, her words echoing through his mind, magnifying his mounting feeling of dread.]
[ Optimus would find a message in his inbox eventually. A familiar face greets him. ]
Given there are three Optimi on board... I knew- I hoped one of them had to be you. Optimus... I hope I can hear from you soon. Or maybe I'll just track down your room... whichever is more convenient.
Given there are three Optimi on board... I knew- I hoped one of them had to be you. Optimus... I hope I can hear from you soon. Or maybe I'll just track down your room... whichever is more convenient.
[Is it possible for Optimus to look more tired than usual? Somehow he has managed it. His relief at seeing Ratchet is evident, despite the exhaustion and worry.]
I did not realize you had been brought here as well, old friend. While I am glad to see you, I wish it were under better circumstances.
I did not realize you had been brought here as well, old friend. While I am glad to see you, I wish it were under better circumstances.
Whatever Orion Pax is dreaming of, be it of good or evil, it is abruptly interrupted by a blank plain of purple and black. Above hangs Cybertron as he had once known it. It's beautiful in that nostalgic, unattainable way. Orion has very little time to admire the planet when a voice pipes up behind him.
"So, here you are, once again." It is not the deep gravelly tones of a battle forged warlord of great power. It is instead the lighter tones of a young gladiator with dreams far bigger than he is. Dreams he once used to ignite the sparks of all those who heard him. Who would one day lead their entire race to war, and single-handedly destroy it.
Orion will find that Megatronus looks exactly how he remembers: A tall mech with deep blue optics and an unscarred and resolute face. Some might have even called him handsome though, oddly enough, Megatronus himself had never called himself such. Although he looks like Orion Pax's old friend, his body language is more refined and graceful, which speaks to Megatron's greater age and experience compared to Megatronus.
"I really should not be surprised. Self-sacrifice has always been a part of who you are. I bet you planned this before you even set out, hm?"
"So, here you are, once again." It is not the deep gravelly tones of a battle forged warlord of great power. It is instead the lighter tones of a young gladiator with dreams far bigger than he is. Dreams he once used to ignite the sparks of all those who heard him. Who would one day lead their entire race to war, and single-handedly destroy it.
Orion will find that Megatronus looks exactly how he remembers: A tall mech with deep blue optics and an unscarred and resolute face. Some might have even called him handsome though, oddly enough, Megatronus himself had never called himself such. Although he looks like Orion Pax's old friend, his body language is more refined and graceful, which speaks to Megatron's greater age and experience compared to Megatronus.
"I really should not be surprised. Self-sacrifice has always been a part of who you are. I bet you planned this before you even set out, hm?"
“Megatronus!” Orion turned quickly at the voice, the relief of seeing him as he should be, without any taint of Unicron’s power, evident in his expression. He started to close the distance between them but stopped short, hesitating. The shifting dreamscape hardly seemed real, but something about this encounter felt like more than a regular dream or memory.
“I...could not say for certain.” It was true he had apparently anticipated the outcome to an extent, but without his memories he did not know if it had been his intent from the start. It was hard to imagine that being the case.
“I...could not say for certain.” It was true he had apparently anticipated the outcome to an extent, but without his memories he did not know if it had been his intent from the start. It was hard to imagine that being the case.
Do you know the kind of worry you put me in when you go off and so something as reckless as that?
[ Its a medic, familiar hopefully. This third Ratchet speaks familiar to him and there's a grave disappointment, aimed not just at Orion but at himself. ]
Optimus. Orion. Have you forgotten me?
[ Its a medic, familiar hopefully. This third Ratchet speaks familiar to him and there's a grave disappointment, aimed not just at Orion but at himself. ]
Optimus. Orion. Have you forgotten me?
Of course not, Ratchet! Though I am sorry to have made you worry.
[He looks suitably guilty about it, as well.]
…and…you are correct. It is Orion…
[He looks suitably guilty about it, as well.]
…and…you are correct. It is Orion…
[A few days before the R2's trip to Mirzam, a strange and possibly unexpected audio message is left on Optimus' communicator.]
Me Grimlock do thinking thing. Me know me do bad thing. So me want say...sorry.
[Apologies don't come easily for Grimlock, especially since he's still nursing some guilt from the mission on Etz.]
Optimus Prime really no remember anything?
Me Grimlock do thinking thing. Me know me do bad thing. So me want say...sorry.
[Apologies don't come easily for Grimlock, especially since he's still nursing some guilt from the mission on Etz.]
Optimus Prime really no remember anything?
Thank you, Grimlock. I accept your apology, and am likewise sorry I was unable to control the spiders at the medbay. I hope they did not cause you any further distress.
[There’s a short pause on Orion’s end, not sure how this is going to go.]
That is correct. I have no memory of ever being Optimus Prime. My name is Orion Pax.
[There’s a short pause on Orion’s end, not sure how this is going to go.]
That is correct. I have no memory of ever being Optimus Prime. My name is Orion Pax.
[A little put out that Grimlock got him a gift despite his request not to, Orion nonetheless sends a polite note back.]
Grimlock,
Thank you for your kind gift.
- Orion Pax
Grimlock,
Thank you for your kind gift.
- Orion Pax
A date?
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I appreciate the inquiry, but I am not seeking a relationship at this time.
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I appreciate the inquiry, but I am not seeking a relationship at this time.
Whatever Orion is dreaming at the time is suddenly torn to pieces, the shards of that dream falling and shattering on the vast black and purple plain of a nightmare dream world.
Unlike before, Megatron is not there to greet him.
Somewhere, far, far distant, Orion can hear something come through like the audio on a badly tuned radio.
"O-ri...on..." It calls to him. Trying desperately to reach him, but something holds him back.
Unlike before, Megatron is not there to greet him.
Somewhere, far, far distant, Orion can hear something come through like the audio on a badly tuned radio.
"O-ri...on..." It calls to him. Trying desperately to reach him, but something holds him back.
This was an uncomfortably familiar landscape, and Orion found himself looking around frantically for any sign of Megatron. Or really anything that would explain how he had suddenly wound up here.
"Who's there? What do you want from me?"
"Who's there? What do you want from me?"
Orion, if I may suggest a time to decompress at the ball. I have considered perhaps we could use a moment and catch up.
[ Nailed it, Husky shuts off his comm and sighs out, waiting on an answer. Now its all platonic surely, Ratchet simply thinks it would be good for both their mental health. That's all]
[ Nailed it, Husky shuts off his comm and sighs out, waiting on an answer. Now its all platonic surely, Ratchet simply thinks it would be good for both their mental health. That's all]
[That was...a rather abrupt call. Orion takes some time to consider the invitation. He normally wasn't a big fan of events like these, but Ratchet knew that. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad.]
If you think that would be best, very well.
If you think that would be best, very well.
Are you... after all that's happened, able to train an archivist, do you think?
[foregoing all niceties, he goes right for the point. despite what the notice he had put up a few weeks ago had said, evidently.]
It isn't my forte. I don't wish for the new librarian to be insufficient.
[foregoing all niceties, he goes right for the point. despite what the notice he had put up a few weeks ago had said, evidently.]
It isn't my forte. I don't wish for the new librarian to be insufficient.
I can, yes. I trained many junior archivists before the war.
[He had respectfully not applied for the open librarian position himself, per Megatron's request, but even so had been surreptitiously helping where he could until a replacement was found. He hadn't expected Megatron to reach out to him about it at all, but it was a pleasant surprise.]
I would be happy to help.
[He had respectfully not applied for the open librarian position himself, per Megatron's request, but even so had been surreptitiously helping where he could until a replacement was found. He hadn't expected Megatron to reach out to him about it at all, but it was a pleasant surprise.]
I would be happy to help.
Prime, sir! Would you like to come to Maccadam's for a party on the 22nd of this month, to celebrate my cohort's second birthday with my brother Nightwave and I?
I have come to understands birthdays are quite momentous occasions for those who celebrate them.
[Parties and celebrations weren't really in Optimus' wheelhouse, but he could make an exception. Birthdays especially, but from his time with the humans children he knew they were important events for those so young.]
I will attend, at least for a short while.
[Parties and celebrations weren't really in Optimus' wheelhouse, but he could make an exception. Birthdays especially, but from his time with the humans children he knew they were important events for those so young.]
I will attend, at least for a short while.
Edited 2023-08-15 03:21 (UTC)
[now, with this optimus being so heavily involved in recent events the way the other one was not, optimus has to restrain himself from launching directly into wanting to know more information about the emberstone and the events leading up to bos'kit taking it with absolutely no preamble. he would not appreciate it if the roles were reversed, and it would not set a good precedent for working together cohesively.
and so:]
Good afternoon, Optimus.
I am also Optimus. 🤖
My new arrival research has concluded, and it now seems appropriate to speak to those who were involved with recent events rather than reading more reports.
I would like to meet when it's convenient for you.
and so:]
Good afternoon, Optimus.
I am also Optimus. 🤖
My new arrival research has concluded, and it now seems appropriate to speak to those who were involved with recent events rather than reading more reports.
I would like to meet when it's convenient for you.
[He should have considered it was only a matter of time before another of his counterparts showed up, but it still struck him as unnusual for him to reach out so soon after arriving. Given his fraught experience with the other Optimus aboard, Optimus could help but feel a bit apprehensive about the prospect.
Still, he was likely the most qualiied to help answer any questions the new comer might have.]
Hello Optimus,
I admire your dedicatiom to understanding the history of the ship so soon after arriving, and would be happy to offer what assistance I can. If you are available this afternoon, I am available to meet. The library or the commisary are both easy to locate and would be ideal for such a conversation.
I look forward to meeting you,
Optimus Prime
Still, he was likely the most qualiied to help answer any questions the new comer might have.]
Hello Optimus,
I admire your dedicatiom to understanding the history of the ship so soon after arriving, and would be happy to offer what assistance I can. If you are available this afternoon, I am available to meet. The library or the commisary are both easy to locate and would be ideal for such a conversation.
I look forward to meeting you,
Optimus Prime
[you know, he had MEANT it when he has said he'd like to speak to this other optimus in a less official capacity, but a huge part of him had known that will likely never happen. case in point:]
You may care to know that there is an Orion Pax on board the ship now.
I am not aware of what he knows, but I don't think the similarities in our frames would go unnoticed.
[he doesn't follow up with anything else, because... well, the horrors sure are continuing.]
You may care to know that there is an Orion Pax on board the ship now.
I am not aware of what he knows, but I don't think the similarities in our frames would go unnoticed.
[he doesn't follow up with anything else, because... well, the horrors sure are continuing.]
[Having very recently been an Orion Pax on the ship, Optimus had some idea of the many things that could go awry, but without knowing which universe he may be from or what his experience may be, there was really no predicting any outcomes at this juncture.
All they could do was keep an eye out.]
Acknowledged, thank you. Do you have a sense if he is from any of our universes?
All they could do was keep an eye out.]
Acknowledged, thank you. Do you have a sense if he is from any of our universes?
Optimus prime.
I think I have some good news about a Titan location.
[ it is weird to feel so nervous to talk to him. Yet here Smokescreen is at last. In the presence of the Prime on one non descript day.
He politely salutes and like an eager kid with a project too big for him scans for some kind of approval.]
I think I have some good news about a Titan location.
[ it is weird to feel so nervous to talk to him. Yet here Smokescreen is at last. In the presence of the Prime on one non descript day.
He politely salutes and like an eager kid with a project too big for him scans for some kind of approval.]
Smokescreen.
[Optimus gave a nod in greeting, but jumped immediately to the topic at hand.]
How did you come by this information?
[Goodness knows he'd been doing plenty of his own research with little to show for it.]
[Optimus gave a nod in greeting, but jumped immediately to the topic at hand.]
How did you come by this information?
[Goodness knows he'd been doing plenty of his own research with little to show for it.]
[Video] (Technically earlier in the month before all the mission stuffs)
thepurpleone
2023-11-19 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Heeeey Optimus? Quick question. Um, so remember our horrible adventure in Magical Girl land where that jerk of a Prime- no offense- made us fight our friends and acquaintances?
Have you noticed anything... I don't know, weird happening with yourself since then?
Have you noticed anything... I don't know, weird happening with yourself since then?
Hey Optimus Prime, this is Lana.
You got a moment? I want to ask you something.
You got a moment? I want to ask you something.
Hello, Lana.
Yes, I have a some time. What is it you'd like to ask?
Yes, I have a some time. What is it you'd like to ask?
[There is a short moment when Optimus considers whether or not this is a trick. Soundwave didn't really have a motive, but still. The jab at the end is what convinces him, and in moments he is on his way to the shuttle bay.]
Entroute.
I have questions.
Entroute.
I have questions.
[ While you were away someone has been in your room.
It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.
How do you know someone was here? There is a tiny plastic human toy baby in the cabinet nearest your berth. It has had several extra limbs glued to it so it won't feel out of place! ]
It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.
How do you know someone was here? There is a tiny plastic human toy baby in the cabinet nearest your berth. It has had several extra limbs glued to it so it won't feel out of place! ]
[At some point when he's out of his room, Optimus's bed gains a visitor. A cute push that makes a squeaking noise if squeezed. It's adorably tiny small but probably on the larger size for something human-sized.
How it got there is a mystery. As is to who did it.]
How it got there is a mystery. As is to who did it.]
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