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re_alignment_logs2013-06-20 06:06 pm
thehardway) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-06-20 06:06 pm
i will stand guard for your name [CLOSED]
WHO: Ultra Magnus, Smokescreen, and Cody
WHERE: The edges of Haven.
WHEN: Early evening of Thursday.
WHAT: The return of a familiar face.
WARNINGS: N/A
How and when he got there, he wasn't sure. What ended up driving him? What called him? Was it an urge to find something, or someone? It was impossible to say. Impossible to know. All he can truly remember is the fog of brief memories, hazed by darkness and discomfort. Something chaotic and cruel, tugging at the edges of his mind.
He remembers, faintly, that there were others. Some like him. Some not so much. There was the cold, then there was the unbearable heat, melting part of his plating. Maybe it was the fear that woke him, the memory vivid of another.
Impossible to say. Impossible to know.
"Ah..."
His voice crackles, filled with static and feeling dry. Energon is splatted across his midsection, dry and old like paint. He feels like his joints are creaking in displeasure at every step, but he feels like he needs to be elsewhere.
Somewhere not
not
definitely not there.
What was he doing? Where is he?
He squints with dim blue optics, more confused than anything else.
This seems familiar.
Ultra Magnus exhales heavily, tiredly. When was he here before?
WHERE: The edges of Haven.
WHEN: Early evening of Thursday.
WHAT: The return of a familiar face.
WARNINGS: N/A
How and when he got there, he wasn't sure. What ended up driving him? What called him? Was it an urge to find something, or someone? It was impossible to say. Impossible to know. All he can truly remember is the fog of brief memories, hazed by darkness and discomfort. Something chaotic and cruel, tugging at the edges of his mind.
He remembers, faintly, that there were others. Some like him. Some not so much. There was the cold, then there was the unbearable heat, melting part of his plating. Maybe it was the fear that woke him, the memory vivid of another.
Impossible to say. Impossible to know.
"Ah..."
His voice crackles, filled with static and feeling dry. Energon is splatted across his midsection, dry and old like paint. He feels like his joints are creaking in displeasure at every step, but he feels like he needs to be elsewhere.
Somewhere not
not
definitely not there.
What was he doing? Where is he?
He squints with dim blue optics, more confused than anything else.
This seems familiar.
Ultra Magnus exhales heavily, tiredly. When was he here before?
no subject
So the pair were out for another drive, Smokescreen happily taking Cody all around Haven and just enjoying the chance to really drive when something appeared on his scanners.
Something very familiar. So familiar that it had Smokescreen coming to a halt, back end skidding around some as he hit the brakes.
"..There's no..it can't--" he muttered quickly, engine revving slightly. "Holy slag. Holy slag holy slag--"
He didn't hesitate to take off again, heading in the direction the signal was coming from, forgetting for a moment that he had a passenger.