singularityderp | Dark Future Meme

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Dark Future Meme

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.

Now, tensions are at a peak and both sides are preparing for a throwdown. Skirmishes break out on the station and planet. Many of Hypatia's prisoners have been freed, but many more have fallen to the clutches of reprogramming.

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!

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There are a lot of things he wants to. Hold him, cradle him close. Kiss him, sing for him. Soundwave thinks fondly of their days together, all three of them. It seems so carefree in comparison to now.

His fingers reach up for Skyfire's temples.

"DO NOT RESIST."

It is less of a demand as he'd like and more of a plea. To anyone else, his voice is as monotone as ever. Someone like Skyfire should be able to detect the slightest change in his voice.

He needs to fix this.

And he doesn't, though he knows it is a useless effort. Soundwave has tried this before. He bows his head and gives no resistance, because even he would like to find some kind of peace.

Something to remind him.

It does not come, though. All Soundwave gets is snippets, flashes of memory that he has recovered.

Of torture and killing, too.

After a moment he jerks his head away and the glow of his visor is cast on the floor to the left.

"I am broken. Cannot be fixed."

A pause.

"I am. Sorry."

A pitiful sound curls in the back of Soundwave's throat. To be expected, he supposes. Hope is for Autobots, but Skyfire has had such an influence on him in the past.

It couldn't be helped. He wants what's his back.

"APOLOGY: UNNECESSARY."

The back of his fingers stroke lightly down the side of Skyfire's face.

"REQUEST: RELAX. STAY AWHILE."

Perhaps he can coax him. Learn more of the damage within. Every moment he can steal, he can learn something new.

One day, Skyfire. One day.

There's a slight rumble and a hand snaps up to catch Soundwave's as he touches the mask.

A pointed pause as the battlemask below his visor parts revealing chapped, split lips and pale skin. Soundwave's hand is then placed neatly against his cheek.

He's not sure what makes him do it, but it is an impulse- something strange and overwhelming.

As quickly as it happened, he lets go and turns to sit down. To mull over the why. The mask snaps shut again.

The sudden grab is a surprise. Soundwave stands there a moment; Skyfire shouldn't be a danger anymore, but he still holds his breath.

And lets go when Skyfire does.

"QUERY. WHAT DO YOU RECALL OF US?"

Skyfire wanders in and out, but there are only scraps of who he used to be. What they used to have.

It's a question that requires more words than he is comfortable with. Used to speaking.

It hasn't exactly been a nurturing environment for him to relearn how to live. He is a blunt weapon to be pointed and used.

The mask slides open again slowly, and he answers the question without the voice modulator.

"I remember. Feeling... good. Dancing. Music. Trees. Beds. Our... home."

He just list what comes to his mind in the screeching flashes of memory.

He doesn't want to talk about it anymore, but now that he's remembering it comes to him.

"I am chasing you. Catching you. Holding-" He pauses and looks down, as if straining for something.

"I can make you laugh..." It seems so distant. Like it's someone elses memories.

In a way, it is.

The way Skyfire describes the memories... it softens him a bit. His spark flutters and his stomach twists; Soundwave clenches his fists briefly before he steps forward. Primus, he even misses the tickling.

He crawls into Skyfire's lap, reaching up to brush his fingers over the helmet.

"LET ME SEE YOU."

This is why he doesn't come around much anymore. This is exactly why. He tenses- tempted to push Soundwave away- get up and leave. Something binds him there. He still turns his head away from the touch.

He wants to leave. There's something that hurts him.

His helmet folds back into itself and Soundwave is left to stare at his gaunt, pale face. Hair hangs down to his chin, the rest clawed back into a short ponytail. It sticks to his face in places. A bit dirty.

Nothing here is clean.

He looks like a dead man.

Filthy. Barely a body that used to be Skyfire. Barely him at all. But the bits he can see...

Just small things

But it's enough. Slowly, Soundwave traces his fingers over Skyfire's face again. He leans in close, brushing the tip of his nose against Skyfire's neck.

"THINK IT WOULD BE GOOD IF YOU REMOVED YOUR ARMOR."

"Why?" He tenses, shivers faintly at the barely-there touch.

"What is the meaning of this?"

He narrows his eyes, unsure of the whole situation. But it's...

Not bad.

He doesn't put a stop to it. Just questions it.

"SKYFIRE: FILTHY. REQUIRES PROPER CLEANSING."

An excuse as any, but... it's also partially the truth. Skyfire probably hasn't seen a bath in a good while. It's true for most individuals here.

But he also wants some form of intimacy. Being close to Shockwave these days is harder. Not that Skyfire will be easy, but if he can make enough excuses, well.

That would work for him.

He growls, but he also stinks to high heaven. He moves Soundwave off his lap and stands up, letting his suit fold back into itself, sliding off his body.

He steps out of it an sighs, his body still a map of circuitry and scars.

Visible ribs say he eats less than average for someone here- which is something because there's not much food to begin with.

The body is different than he remembers. The insignias are still present, true, but the scars and circuitry -- Hypatia has changed so much.

He'll just have to get to know him again.

Gently, he nudges and guides Skyfire to crouch on the portion that is a brick floor. About as sanitary as he can get it to be.

For a moment, the Decepticon is gone, if only to heat up a bucket of water and fetch a sponge. Not long after, he approaches, rolling up his sleeves.

The sponge is dipped into the bucket and he leans in close, slowly scrubbing in small circles over Skyfire's back.

He allows himself to be moved around like a prop before kneeling obediently on the floor. The wet sponge against his back gives him a shock though, and he audibly gasps. He looks... decidedly alarmed.

Probably the most vivid expression he's shown in a long time.

"Hnnghh-"

Just as planned.

The sponge goes in slower circles; he leans in closer, resting his chin on Skyfire's shoulder so he can properly murmur into his ear.

"QUERY: IS THERE A PROBLEM? SKYFIRE: SOUNDS STRAINED."

It earns a glare and a faint tremble. He squirms, not remembering why that's so sensitive.

"Wash somewhere else," He says gruffly, doing his best not to wriggle. He's not sure if he wants to lean into it or away from it.

It's far too confusing and suddenly he's remembering things. A chaos of clips from his past that he can't place. All heavy but all good.

"Please."

It's too much.

For a moment, he was most certainly going to ignore Skyfire's request, but it's the plea that convinces him. It's tempting to just continue, maybe kiss his shoulder blades, nibble the skin. Maybe something more.

But he relents.

"ACKNOWLEDGED."

The sponge works down lower. Perhaps on accident, his fingers brush by Skyfire's rear before he goes to wash his chest.

He holds still for the rest of it, flinching every now and then when Soundwave reaches a sensitive or ticklish spot.

It doesn't stop him from flushing up to his ears. He's obviously not aware of it, though he does look tight-lipped and faintly mortified at the whole situation.

Why did he agree to this?

As Soundwave circles around to the front, washing away the filth on Skyfire's body, he takes his time. Going slower over his torso.

He leans in, brushing his lips against Skyfire's. Not quite kissing, but the contact was there.

"QUERY. WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER OF ME?"

It's enough to send him plopping backward to sit on the tile and blink, confused. A rush of feelings that he doesn't feel belong to him swell and then die just as fast.

"What do I-"

He grits his teeth and turns away.

He doesn't want to remember.

"I told you already," He hisses, pressing a hand to his forehead, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Just as soon as he says it another swell washes over him and he's left clutching his temples.

"I missed you. I loved. You."

That's all Soundwave gets out of it.

"I don't know how to-"

"WHY."

The Decepticon grabs Skyfire by the shoulders as he crouches down in front of him, staring at him intently. Almost glaring.

"BECAUSE YOU TAUNT ME BY BREAKING INTO MY SHELTER. OFTEN. DEFINE: FOR WHAT? TO WATCH ME? HOW BACKWARDS."

He wants Skyfire back. He will fight for that.

Because he doesn't have much more to fight for these days other than nearly everyone else to die.

Soundwave leans in, shoving his lips against Skyfire's, most certainly kissing him this time.

He has a point. Half the time Jetfire ends up here, he has no idea why or how he got there.

He has no time to come up with a good answer because Soundwave is practically on top of him, kissing him. He remembers kissing- he remembers how and...

It's not entirely too unfamiliar a feeling, but still. It seems like it should belong to someone else.

He takes a moment to debate what to do.

Bit by bit, he presses back into it.

Regardless- if he pushes back the memories. If he doesn't try to think.

It feels right.

This is much better. It's madly selfish of him, but that's typical of a Decepticon; he cannot care about any possible repercussions that could come of this. For now, it is just the two of them.

His arms wind around Skyfire's neck as he pushes into the kiss, pressing up close against the far more unclothed Cybertronian. Memories or not, Skyfire kisses as if he does recall how close they used to be.

Soundwave can hope for more, but he doubts that they will step into that realm. Not today, anyway.

For a moment it seems as though it had always been. A light, adoring brush of his fingers through Soundwave's hair. All soft around the edges and full of tenderness.

It doesn't end abruptly, but when Skyfire breaks the kiss and lowers his head.

He stares at the floor, confused.

It was close. So close to what it was before. He can't decide if almost having him again is good, or if it's just a vicious taunt against Soundwave. Frankly, considering how his life has done in the past thirteen years, he wouldn't be surprised if it was the latter.

So there is Skyfire, looking absolutely puzzled. Really, what's there to be confused about?

"PROBLEM?" The word is almost sneered out.

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notyourchauffeur - 2012-02-10 08:33 (UTC) - Expand

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