"Longarm Prime" | Shockwave (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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re_alignment_logs2012-09-30 07:07 pm
disinformation) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-09-30 07:07 pm
'neath the halo of a steet lamp
WHO: SHOCKWAVE (alternatively: Longarm) and OPEN
WHERE: Liege's temple & quadrant, the Junkpile
WHEN: from about the day after his arrival to tomorrow (Oct 1st)
WHAT: Shockwave's exploring his new home
WARNINGS: he's not the nicest bot
Shockwave needed to be doing something. With no orders from Megatron, no war, and with his role as a spy in a very tenable position thanks to a certain former co-worker, not to mention not entirely necessary anymore - it was necessary to do something. As he understood it, anyone could appear from that tear in the sky. He had to make ready in case his lord and master turned up, ready to supply him with useful information -- or if not (when he admitted the possibility), fight for the Decepticon cause in his stead.
The first few days he explored the temple of his Firstforged. Shockwave realized very quickly how easily it would be to get lost, and in fact, spent a bit more than a day within the twists and turns. After that, he was less inclined to explore without some form of information about it, though he had a feeling there wouldn't be a map. Still, he noted what he could and moved on.
The next few days he systematically explored the plateau and mountain the temple was on, making notes of what he observed. The more information he gathered beforehand, the better. Sometimes robot, sometimes tank, sometimes crane, he used whatever methods he could to get around.
After that, he went a bit father, to the voluminous temple of stuff, the Junk Pile. He didn't have anything on him other than himself, and searched through the pile for anything, anything potentially useful.
Of course, he also kept an eye out for anyone else around. Scouting for information sometimes meant talking to people after all.
((ooc: feel free to specify when/where - and assume he could be in robot mode or one of his alt modes. Or if it's Shockwave or Longarm - if you're not sure, he can spot you first or you can always ping me. C:))
WHERE: Liege's temple & quadrant, the Junkpile
WHEN: from about the day after his arrival to tomorrow (Oct 1st)
WHAT: Shockwave's exploring his new home
WARNINGS: he's not the nicest bot
Shockwave needed to be doing something. With no orders from Megatron, no war, and with his role as a spy in a very tenable position thanks to a certain former co-worker, not to mention not entirely necessary anymore - it was necessary to do something. As he understood it, anyone could appear from that tear in the sky. He had to make ready in case his lord and master turned up, ready to supply him with useful information -- or if not (when he admitted the possibility), fight for the Decepticon cause in his stead.
The first few days he explored the temple of his Firstforged. Shockwave realized very quickly how easily it would be to get lost, and in fact, spent a bit more than a day within the twists and turns. After that, he was less inclined to explore without some form of information about it, though he had a feeling there wouldn't be a map. Still, he noted what he could and moved on.
The next few days he systematically explored the plateau and mountain the temple was on, making notes of what he observed. The more information he gathered beforehand, the better. Sometimes robot, sometimes tank, sometimes crane, he used whatever methods he could to get around.
After that, he went a bit father, to the voluminous temple of stuff, the Junk Pile. He didn't have anything on him other than himself, and searched through the pile for anything, anything potentially useful.
Of course, he also kept an eye out for anyone else around. Scouting for information sometimes meant talking to people after all.
((ooc: feel free to specify when/where - and assume he could be in robot mode or one of his alt modes. Or if it's Shockwave or Longarm - if you're not sure, he can spot you first or you can always ping me. C:))
@ the junkpile
The machine hadn't worked quite like the pillars, but the concept was similar enough, it was merely getting it to work as intended. Spewing out Autobot parts and transporting whatever went through it to a random Firstforged's temple wasn't exactly what he'd wanted... Still it had been useful data and it would be illogical not to take advantage of what he'd been given.
What he needed to do now was expand upon that knowledge and to do that he required parts. So searching through the Junkpile was the next obvious step.
Re: @ the junkpile
It was still difficult to wrap his processor around, but that didn't stop his inherent curiosity about what this alternate was like.
He shifted to robot mode, in all his singular optic glory, and approached.
"Greetings."
no subject
Once he determines the threat he lowers his arm, looking the other mech over. So many here are quite small, it's... odd. Not that mechs from his universe weren't small either, but even the small ones weren't so streamlined.
"And you are?" Come now, it's best to be strait to the point.
no subject
"Shockwave."
The immediate reaction to defense, the size, the armor - for someone who shared his name and cycloptic nature, he had to admit this different Shockwave would probably win any battle between them.
no subject
Speaking of which, such information was. Intriguing. An alternate of his. He doesn't dispute the possibility, however he hadn't expected to ever actually meet one of... Well a version of himself. If this truly was the case, despite the other's size, the appearance held some similarities. It was not impossible.
"Interesting."
Such an encounter could be greatly beneficial, or it could be an unfortunate turn of events. It was difficult to tell at the moment.
"What do you want?"
no subject
Mostly he wants to know if this larger version of himself is a possible ally or threat. And as he says it, he plays a slight trick, and slowly raises himself up, letting his legs bring him closer to a height where they could speak optic-to-optic.
It is also a not-so-subtle hint he's sending that he isn't to be underestimated, as well as a show of his capabilities. Image is important. And perhaps if he gives a little information, he'll get some in return. Why do anything for just one reason?
no subject
"Very well," he utters, keeping an optic on his alternate as they somehow attempt to match his height. An interesting ability, one that could be incredibly useful, given the correct circumstances. It wasn't something he could do, but how intriguing would an alternate be if such things were the same.
"Was there anything specific that you wished to speak about?"