re_alignment_logs | Because comparative science is... fun..?

WHO: Jetfire and Skyfire
WHERE: Jetfire's lab on one of the terraces surrounding Liege's temple.
WHEN: Around now.
WHAT: Sharing history - and the differences.
WARNINGS: None.

It had hardly been a pressing priority to have this comparative talk, but it'd still been something Jetfire had looked forward to - mostly anyway, given some of the possible subjects that'd come up. The chance to get to have a comprehensive comparison of two similar-but-different angles in two different realities.

Themselves, that was.

"We know a few things already, since it's quite impossible to not pick these things up..." Trailing off, Jetfire smiled slightly, and sat down, still somewhat surprised he'd managed to find seating large enough to hold him comfortably... and Skyfire as well, in this case.

"The two immediate crossing vectors being at least some time frozen on Earth, and Starscream." The latter one didn't surprise him at all. Then he frowned slightly, resting his curled hand against his chin in thought. "You were in the ice a lot longer than I was, however. I was... er, involved in the war nearly from the beginning." Pausing, he spread his hands and looked to Skyfire.

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Skyfire nodded. It was one of those things that he wished he know more about - but he had missed such a long time, and all the stories he could find now would most certainly be biased one way or the other.

"It had its flaws, as all governments do. But there wasn't great social unrest while I was there," he said. "As for what happened after - well. I don't have the details, of course. All I know is that our version of Megatron doesn't mention any issues of corruption, not even out of convenience to himself... Surely that must mean something."

Jetfire tilted his helm in agreement, because surely that did mean something... at the least that it'd been completely uncalled for. Which was a rather unpleasant thought, since less harsh of an uprising and war or not, war was still war and people lost their lives, and if the reason had been nothing more than 'because I want to--' that... Frowning, he set the thoughts aside to actually discuss it.

"A few things, I'd surmise... either there was, and he didn't care, at all or enough to use them to give the uprising some veneer of... ah, legitimacy. Or there wasn't, making the uprising even less justified than it might have been with corruption present."

Neither option was particularly appealing, to be honest. Not that Skyfire had a way to know which one was right, but in any case... they didn't say anything good about either Megatron or about Cybertron's society in general.

"All I can be sure of is that Megatron, now, doesn't even bother to pretend that he has a good cause," he said, with a slight tilt of his head. "I don't know if he was always like this, or if time and power corrupted him until he reached this point."

"Indeed. The same happened for the one I know as well, though I believe it took to a good while after Optimus became Prime that he became more focused on Optimus... and general conquest." Pausing, Jetfire tilted his helm back to look up at the ceiling with a faint frown.

There'd been many theories for the direction of the war Megatron had started, besides the plan to get rid of the Council of Ancients.

"I can't say for sure, but there were some indications that the war wasn't entirely focused on conquering Cybertron early on, though of course that's what it turned to later." A dug-in, protracted, stubborn war where one side just wouldn't give up until they had what they wanted, and the other, because of that, couldn't.

At least not with Megatron in presence.

Without him... well.

"I wonder if anyone could imagine the direction the war would take in the end, back then," Skyfire mused. That part seemed to hold true for both of their worlds, after all. They were at a point when it was hard to tell if the fight currently going on had anything to do with how everything had started.

The thought made him grimace. And it just got worse, of course.

"Or how long it would last..."

With a sigh, Jetfire slowly shook his helm, thinking back, once again, on that relaxed stillness before the first time Starscream came back from the gladiator arena after having participated the first time... And then...

"I don't think so. I know I didn't." He looked down at the floor, angling his helm to look at Skyfire from under the edge of his helm for a moment, optics dim. "Even with Starscream's... enthusiasm when he started to participate in the arena matches, or even later, when Megatron started to draw crowds... It didn't seem like it'd become... ah, quite as big as it did."

Briefly, his arms where they're folded over his chestplates tense before he relaxed again.

"I think even a few million years in, we thought it'd end soon. Who doesn't? Imagining something like war to be able to last for even longer than it had, even when you can't see any obvious end... well." Looking up from the floor, Jetfire's smile is flat, grim. Actually thinking like that would probably lead to mental instability.

That did make sense. It must have felt gradual, for those who had been there since the beginning. He'd seen it in his own world too. Now they were at a point when even those who were old enough to remember a time before the war talked about it as if it had been going on forever.

As for the rest... Skyfire had to agree. He smiled a little, though it mostly came out sad.

"We have to believe it will stop sometime, right?" he said. "The thought of fighting on and on with no real end in sight... It'd be too much to take."

It was a little hard not to talk about it like that, even if all of them well-remembered the before. It simply became hard to think too closely on, easier to not dwell too much, and stay in the present.

"Precisely. Not beliveing it would be like... never letting your processor rest and defrag I think." Somber, Jetfire shook his helm and briefly it felt... like it was too much. But that was neither here or now and even so, they'd been close to peace more than once. It was not impossible.

"Simply not possible if you'd want to remain functional. But I don't see why it wouldn't end. For us, it almost has, a few times." That... might have been the grim latching onto a statement that simply was necessary to make and believe in.

"Then there must still be hope," Skyfire replied. Or, at least, he wanted to believe that. Even if it was just 'almost' - there was a chance that this would, eventually, all end.

How it might end was a different story. It was also something that he'd rather not think about too much.

"I have to believe that, in any case," he admitted. "That we can still work towards peace somehow."

"It's a belief I'm holding onto as well," said Jetfire as he walked back to the bench where he'd left the samples of ore and rocks earlier in the discussion and carefully picked among them.

"It gets a bit hard to avoid the depressing nature of it, thinking about it this closely." It was more an off-hand, idle comment than anything else, but then Jetfire shrugged and looked over, lips quirking in a smile. "Should we perhaps return to something of a less... ah, heavy nature?"

It might be better for now, anyway, interesting discussions to be had from it or not. Besides, who could say no to science?

It was a relief to hear that, in a way. Not that Skyfire wasn't enjoying the conversation - but it was getting depressing by now. And, of course, the temptation of going back to those samples was too strong.

"Of course," he replied. "We've got science to do, after all."

Because comparative science is... fun..?

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