Vector Prime (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vectorianpolarity) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
re_alignment_logs2012-12-29 06:57 pm
vectorianpolarity) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-29 06:57 pm
Entry tags:
[CLOSED]
WHO: Vector Prime & Drift
WHERE: Negotiable
WHEN HOW ABOUT RIGHT NOW
WHAT: Vector needs to speak with Drift about the whole death business...
WARNINGS: Grim tidings.
Once Solus had allowed him a reprieve from the medbay, Vector had a long list of things that needed attention as soon as possible. One of them...may had been put off for a time, but even for one whose purview was time itself, things could only be stalled for so long. Eventually, all things had to be addressed.
Including the unpleasant ones.
Locating Drift was easy enough, and he waited until the mech had some time to himself before approaching. A spacebridge opened some distance away - though easily within view - and the golden mech stepped through, sighting the smaller warrior quickly enough.
"Drift."
WHERE: Negotiable
WHEN HOW ABOUT RIGHT NOW
WHAT: Vector needs to speak with Drift about the whole death business...
WARNINGS: Grim tidings.
Once Solus had allowed him a reprieve from the medbay, Vector had a long list of things that needed attention as soon as possible. One of them...may had been put off for a time, but even for one whose purview was time itself, things could only be stalled for so long. Eventually, all things had to be addressed.
Including the unpleasant ones.
Locating Drift was easy enough, and he waited until the mech had some time to himself before approaching. A spacebridge opened some distance away - though easily within view - and the golden mech stepped through, sighting the smaller warrior quickly enough.
"Drift."
no subject
But he listens. And tries to understand.
"We don't go home, even in death. We just...end."
no subject
As he speaks, there's- something else there. As the life fades from Drift's optics, from his body, color fading - there's another force that can just barely be made out, there. Something that seems to cement him, just for a moment...
And then the body is just that. A body. While that something that is taken from it is held for a moment, separate, and then vanishes.
"If we can catch you, we can save you from that void. But it is not a certain thing," continues the Prime, reaching with his free hand for one of his swords again. "The Glyphless, for example, are out of our grasp - just as we have no ability to shield them from Unicron's influence, so we cannot even touch them in this manner."
There is regret there, and there is resignation. The sort that only comes with the painful realization that despite any effort made...
Some things are futile.
no subject
"If you can catch us." That seemed like a pretty significant 'if'.
"Who else? Who else is unhelpable?" His mind is spinning.
no subject
Vector pulls his hand back, and there may be a moment of disorientation as the figures are just that, now - figures. Not cutouts, not somehow separate from reality, there's nothing else there but the body and the 'victor'...
And now, another spacebridge. This one does show a different locale, which, again - may seem familiar to Drift.
It's where Prism met his own end.
"Come."
no subject
He leaves it at Vector's command, shuttering his optics against it as he moves to the other place, also familiar, also a landscape of death.
Sometimes he wonders if he'd ever see the world as anything else.
no subject
"Life is sacred. All life, even those who would use theirs to abuse others'. But..." Vector pauses, clears his throat, and continues, taking a look down at Drift. "I...find myself in full agreement with you in that Prism had to be stopped. It was Liege Maximo's responsibility to stop him, before he could hurt others as he did, and Liege..."
He makes a face.
"...I do not understand his logic," he confesses in a murmur, looking back up. As before, there's a hum of system power, and a halt before the end.
And as before, Vector leans down, placing his hand upon Drift's shoulders. It's all very much the same as he just saw, the difference between that which belongs and that which inherently does not.
"We did try to catch him," he murmurs. "We did our best. Despite what any of us may have thought of the matter..."
Another force, reaching for something, straining to catch something beyond words as it separates itself-
-but it's apparent that it simply slips through their grasp, practically dissolving in to nothingness.
"...it is not a fate we would willingly condemn any to."
no subject
He watches stony faced. If he is supposed to feel anything like remorse or regret for killing Prism, it's failing. He'd do it again.
"Prism condemned himself to it. And you can 'fix' death, sometimes here. But I'm betting even you can't undo what Prism did to Vandal. You can't heal her scars or give her back her optic, much less the other things he did to her. Even with all your power, you can't do that." They could talk all they wanted about their best and their power, but what good was it, really when it couldn't undo that?
no subject
"I understand why you did it," he concedes. "I need you to understand why we make to stop it. Death is one thing, Drift, but severing someone completely from the existence? This is what you would condemn your enemies to, with no chance of atonement, or even reparation?"
As for the other question...
"If...I had learned about it, only some hours after it had begun. Yes, I could change it, and she would remember what she experienced only as a bad dream. By the time I knew..."
His wings...fall back, a bit.
"Omniscience is not one of my abilities."
no subject
"So? You're trying to say this is our fault for not letting you know."
no subject
That is what I brought you here for. Why I have shown you all of this." The Prime gazes down at Drift, "You ask so many questions, you get so angry about not being told things - I felt that for this, you should know the full weight of what you've done, and what is done any time a Refugee is slain."
no subject
He turns to face him, looking up. "So. Now what." Because there clearly has to be more than this. He's pretty sure a 'little chat' wouldn't satisfy Megatronus.
no subject
This isn't a matter of assuming trust, of an arrogant belief - this is Vector meeting Drift's optics with utter seriousness. This is him needing to trust.
"I trust you to keep what you've learned here in confidence, save the understanding that death is not an easy force to counter. And to understand, Drift, that if you do kill another Marked, if you do force me to discipline you...
...it won't matter how much I agree or disagree with how necessary it was for your target to be stopped. I give you knowledge this time, but next time, I will give you an eternity."
offers a tag that sucks marginally less?
Maybe one of those you can't get back, either." Because Vector had said that it didn't always happen, they couldn't always bring them back. "Do you expect us to just stand for it, let ourselves be killed and hope you will save us?"
He sounds more challenging than he intends, because he's thinking all too clearly of Tarn, whose threat was sure and not subtle.
the other one didn't suck i just needed a little bit of clarification hun ono
It's clearly not a favorite subject.
"Stop them. If that involves removing all their limbs, disabling all their functions but their very life, then you have my blessing." Vector's optics narrow, lips pressing together for a moment in a thin, unhappy line. "Do something, Drift, if they come after you with the intent to kill then defend yourself - but do not be the one to decide, 'I will chase them, I will hunt them, I will end them'!"
His voice has risen in volume to a near shout, and he just now seems to realize this - along with the fact that he's drawn himself up as if ready to strike. He blinks once before settling, slowly, perhaps just a little...rueful.
well i like this other one better even so.
Part of it's a question, but part of it's making sure he understands. He wants to have faith--if not Wing's absolute and starry-eyed piety, he wants a reason to trust, something for the future he can take up, if he's being told he has to lay down his own ability to survive.
well then~
The idea of deliberately condemning someone to such...it's abhorrent, pure and simply.
Vector is going to buy duct tape for Drift's mouth I think
"I'm just trying to understand." And failing, it seems. He holds up his glyphed arm. "You claimed us, you all did, one or the other. Why? Why choose us, knowing some of us were evil? And then not do anything to help them? Or anyone?"
shhh spoilers
Vector...sighs, heavily, rubbing his face. "We do not put the Mark on you. We can only affect it, once it has been set in place by Primus. What reasons He has for choosing who he does...have not been shared. And the fact is, Drift, even though our power is great, even I can simply run out of time to give to you."
He lowers his hand, collecting it slowly in to a fist. "We are fighting a war for this planet. It is a subtle war, but it is a battle that we cannot afford to lose. Every moment we give to direct management is one taken away from cleansing our home."
Drift tells no one
"Then tell us. Tell us how to help fight your war. We can help, if we share a common goal." Right? Isn't that how that works? Till all are one?
no subject
If it's in response to the unspoken disappointment, or supposed to mean something more-
There's a long pause.
And after it, Vector Prime gets back to his feet.
"Come."
no subject
Especially in the circumstances.
"...I'm sorry. For this." Vector chose him, and now he's had to deal with this. And even though Drift would kill Prism again, for what he'd done, the consequences should end with him.
He moves to follow.
no subject
Normalcy?
They aren't exactly where they were before - on the outskirts of Vector's quadrant, where the terrain becomes far more primal than proven - but they've returned to the now, if the lack of unreality is any sign.
no subject
But he has the feeling, looking around, that this isn't quite over.
no subject
Vector raises his sword, pointing far off in to the distance.
"All of it," he says, picking up the conversation, "comes down to the Badlands, and the power that has seeded them." He raises the blade up, pointing to the white scar across the sky. "To fight the war - we must purge both. To purge them, we must destroy the power that fuels them - but the Badlands have defenses of their own, ones that are capable of repelling even myself and my kin. And that is where you come in."
He lowers his sword, looking down at Drift as the tip comes to rest on the ground.
"Your mere presence here assists us. Primus has Marked you and granted a connection between us so that you may do so, but for those who would not risk the danger of direct confrontation...the Haven is here, and our protection bestowed upon it, so that you may find a place to defend. But those who would go out and do more..."
A tilt of the head.
"It is dangerous, Drift. Greatly so. We would welcome the help, but you know now the fate of those who would fall."
no subject
It's either a sign that Vector doesn't know Drift very well or that he knows the swordsmech all too well: you don't suggest to Drift that there's something dangerous and then hint he might not do it.
"I'm not afraid of danger. Or dying, if it helps protect others."
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)