I don't rememeber myself, but I still remember you [Closed]

[ichooseboth]

WHO: Optimus Prime Orion Pax, Elita One
WHERE: The junk pile, on the way toward Alpha Trion's temple
WHEN Yesterday/today, not long after Blurr planted his bombs...whoops?
WHAT: Elita runs into Optimus. Who...isn't currently Optimus.
WARNINGS: Some violence, maybe some sads


This world wasn't home, but he had never been so pleased to be in a place that wasn't.

Firstforged. The Thirteen. The creation of Cybertron. Legends and rumor and old tales, long lost to time.

And here he was, able to experience them himself!

Despite his current location - trudging through the junk pile on foot, until he escaped back on to proper roads - Orion Pax couldn't be happier. Waking up in a room he didn't know, around people he didn't know, in a time he didn't know; all forgiven the moment he was told he was within a Temple of Prima. Everything around was a fascination all it's own (again), even the Lambda in the sky shooting junk everywhere.

He was confident he'd get home eventually. He just didn't want it to happen before he'd had his fill of living history.

Comments

[invisiblepinkboat]

She wasn't silly enough to believe the set of hover-devices she'd found herself with earlier would last - and anyway, she wasn't sure this was the best solution since nearly any simple obstacle was in the way... But that didn't mean she wasn't enjoying it while it lasted and until Solus Prime could help her obtain her new altmode.

The Junk Pile wasn't the best place to be enjoying her ability to user her altmode on the ground, but it was still somewhat faster than running as long as she was careful, and she wanted the chance to enjoy using her altmode as intended as well.

And now that she could get to Alpha Trion's quadrant and the lakes there a lot faster than before, she would not give up on that.

Maybe the fact that she was more concentrated on navigating the Junk Pile at as high speeds as possible while not getting caught in the multitude of obstacles navigated this area offered probably "helped" her get caught in the explosion of one of the bombs Blurr had put in the Junk Pile.

There were some signs possible to pick up, after all, and her usual function included picking up of those details.

Not tonight, however, and as Elita rounded a smaller pile, the explosion hit her in the side. Light and heat, along with a crushing force as she flew through the air from the shockwave, instinctively transforming to smake her less of a coherent target, but there were at leats two points of shrapnel heavy sharp enough to penetrate and rip through armour.

She didn't make any sound besides that of her frame hitting the ground itself, bouncing once, and then twice, and at that point she had to shut down her vocaliser, and then she skidded, junk both slowing her speed and aiding in transporting her further away from the origin of the bomb.

She finally slammed into something large and stopped, and while she had the urge to let her vents stutter and glitch to get rid of the dust and small particles, the most important thing was keeping everything going as it should.

Steady.

One hand twitched and she hoped no one else had gotten caught in the explosion and she didn't quite dare looking at the initial damage report as the scan ran and alerts continued to pop up.