singularityderp | Dark Future Meme (as requested)

DARK FUTURE MEME
[We know who it is we want. We have a collective mind.
We don't miss a single step. We're always right behind.
We know we serve someone else. We have swallowed our pride.
We march to this tune of loss. We take this in our stride.]

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked
-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.
-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.
-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!
-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"A spark chamber."

Hypatia knows how Cybertronians function, or at least how he does. She knows that without the storage of the life force, the chassis is dead and gone. It would be the best proof he could ever offer that Barricade was gone, and for her to turn her attention elsewhere - permanently.

The difficulty would be giving one to her while Barricade is still alive.

But if it isn't his...

He'd had his suspicions about that, and he isn't surprised. Barricade has stripped a lot of corpses in his time - and ripped out plenty of chambers from still-living mechs - but there's still something he finds sacred about them.

And constructing a duplicate without the proper metals and tools would be a trial.

Then again, he'd drug an entire torso out of the Junkyard a couple years ago. Some Primaxian he never knew.
He would just have to see if it still had that, if something could be done about that key item...

"I c'n see what I can do. Just need time enough."

"All we can give you." However much or little that is. "Would try to claim your area as mine. W-" A pause, a click- "I do not know what her reaction will be."

A weapon has no wants or desires. It has no mind for whims, the asking of an entire organic place as its own. But it is the first thing that comes to mind, when protecting Barricade's continued life.

Alternatively.

"There is Asphodel."

"Don't risk it. Appreciate the thought, for what it's worth." He wouldn't put Nemesis under fire like that. Not for him.

... Asphodel. Admittedly, there is no substitute for real gravity, in his mind. And aside from his fellow Cybertronian, the company here is less than stellar. But those people down there.

"You know the organics and their technophobia. They'll take me apart as soon as look at me. I ain- I'm not going to live that again." Being hunted down like a dog by people that don't understand. At least here he stood a greater chance.

His lone upper optic throws a glance in the direction he knows the planet is. "Besides, they'll want my loyalty if they don't kill me."

Something he can't give.

His wings inch behind him, a defensive gesture that is only barely let through. And that in itself shows how comfortable he is with Barricade; with another, he wouldn't let it leak at all.

Masks and veils...

"A thought." Keep it in mind, he adds wordlessly, even as he tosses away the idea of claiming Barricade's Zone. There can never be too many escape routes...

Easy familiarity. An ounce of trust, with those few gestures. Normally he'd be worried. But Nemesis is capable, and Barricade would see himself dead before they were used against each other.

"I'll consider it." A rough note of sincerity in his tone, something rare for him. He's a mech of false promises to everyone else. But if there isn't another option left to him...

If he knows it for the pacification it is, he shows no sign. The words alone seem to content him, and he nods again. After all, considering something doesn't mean agreeing to it.

So he nods again. He's tempted to bring up Shockwave's existence, but...that is something for next time, after he brings the idea of an ally up to the other Decepticon. It is worth a try.

"Acceptable?" he inquires, noting the pair of nods. The best he can do for now is consider it, really, and he can't make promises that he'll do it. Not until he's certain there's no other choice for him potentially surviving.

Barricade has noticed Shockwave around - how could he not, even if he spends most of his time defending his home here? Though he's never gotten his name or so much as spoken to him. He has little trust of humans, after all.

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