It's one of those betweens (he hates betweens, they bite and claw and reach, trying to keep him, no matter if it's Hypatia's between or the multiversal between); she has him, briefly. But every second Ramjet spends shifting, falling apart, remaking himself to present some sort of whole as he - his spark - remembers himself, the (re)programming becomes all the more tenouos.
It's not as if it matters. Not really.
She can only make him destroy and that is part of his function anyway. She just doesn't - can't - go far enough, but the Junkyard and the Rift keeps him busy. She's sitting on her doom... on the doom of the station, the whole dimension if Ramjet has his way... and it will be glorious.
"Prime." He hovers above the dark sentinel; so tiny now, still hard to get used to after this time. Despite the fact that his wings and part of his legs with the thrusters are melting, dripping psuedo-organic goo down the metal, he remains in the air before landing, and something in him is pleased at those optics being lightless again. Void.
Hypatia doesn't know what she's keeping.
"This is all so mundane, so simple in its incompleteness; the destruction not enough to be true entropy! This bores me. He's calling..." And Ramjet fears it as well as revels in the promised punishment of not being present at his lord's side when called for. It'll define him again. He's losing so many bits and pieces by lingering here, and yet... Ramjet vents dramatically, needlessly, clawed fingers drumming against his mask.
He'll tear it all down first.
"The rift is eating things now... tries to claw me back." Ramjet laughs, then casts a look around him, optics sliding over all four minicons. "Would you like to feed one of her fragments to it?" The programming has already slipped far enough he could just leave, again, now. So weak, Prime, to have given in, no matter that they're - somewhat - working towards a similar goal. You're too subtle. Can you even break control long enough to enjoy tossing one of her fragments to the rift?
srs turn now v. srs (and I totally didn't delete and repost)
It's not as if it matters. Not really.
She can only make him destroy and that is part of his function anyway. She just doesn't - can't - go far enough, but the Junkyard and the Rift keeps him busy. She's sitting on her doom... on the doom of the station, the whole dimension if Ramjet has his way... and it will be glorious.
"Prime." He hovers above the dark sentinel; so tiny now, still hard to get used to after this time. Despite the fact that his wings and part of his legs with the thrusters are melting, dripping psuedo-organic goo down the metal, he remains in the air before landing, and something in him is pleased at those optics being lightless again. Void.
Hypatia doesn't know what she's keeping.
"This is all so mundane, so simple in its incompleteness; the destruction not enough to be true entropy! This bores me. He's calling..." And Ramjet fears it as well as revels in the promised punishment of not being present at his lord's side when called for. It'll define him again. He's losing so many bits and pieces by lingering here, and yet... Ramjet vents dramatically, needlessly, clawed fingers drumming against his mask.
He'll tear it all down first.
"The rift is eating things now... tries to claw me back." Ramjet laughs, then casts a look around him, optics sliding over all four minicons. "Would you like to feed one of her fragments to it?" The programming has already slipped far enough he could just leave, again, now. So weak, Prime, to have given in, no matter that they're - somewhat - working towards a similar goal. You're too subtle. Can you even break control long enough to enjoy tossing one of her fragments to the rift?