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singularityderp2012-02-05 08:26 pm
notyourchauffeur) wrote in singularityderp2012-02-05 08:26 pm
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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!
Re: /because Chibi is waffling
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OH, WHY ARE YOU TRUSTING HIM WITH THESE THINGS, HONEYPIE? IT'LL JUST MAKE IT ALL THE BETTER TO DESTROY THE WHOLE DIMENSION. C:
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better go catch it~
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let me just take a detour and disintegrate the nearest security hub before I go find my minicon. he better be unhurt that's MY plaything. besides they make the noises from the Rift less loud.
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And their relationship was no more or less functional than it was when they were Heralds.
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brb brief "suiciding" and taking out a few fragments of her
This is practically business as usual, amazingly enough. Except you're listening to the wrong Will and Voice here, Prime. :|
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That's what she said.no subject
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?
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One of the few remnants from 'Convoy' - the title of Prime is an empty, hollow one. And everything else? Everything else holds little more. Ramjet is regarded with dead optics, his words falling upon only-so-deaf audials.
But to answer is to tempt her. To answer is to write it to memory, to invite her or one of hers to read that and read him, and to invite more reprogramming. For all that he still bears the processor of an Alternity, she has damaged it; he can only resist so much.
Instead, he will keep his plans only in his spark, a place where the only safety is the thought of destruction and an end.
But it is safety enough. Safety enough from a mindless thrall. I have only one Master, he has told himself before, and sometimes that bittersweet knowledge is what gives his spark the ability to fight back and resist...
"You are to come to Asphodel," he rumbles, so very much like the animal whose form he once wore.
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Ramjet'll call Nemesis Prime until he's no more, and his protests doesn't matter. Nemesis Prime, Herald of Unicron, as it were. The first - and in Ramjet's mind, the only - position... existence, he's held. Inescapable.
"I am, am I?" Helm cocked, Ramjet's voice is surprisingly soft, the words eating each other just as the metal of vents are melting. "It's not enough! You know this, her destruction is weak, mundane!" The jet whirls around, arms going wide, tentacles sliding out between cracks, curling around metal and air before the arms are crossed, scattering the minicons up and away. Out of reach.
"Her words mean nothing! The void is singing, dimensions without sound, and Unicron is on the rise. She is meaningless!" Someone's getting frustrated it seems, but the one thing the reprogramming seems to have been able to instill is a command to stay... Which is why he'll destroy this dimension, even if this wasn't his function.
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Now? Now he's reduced to words. And there are only so many that he can say that Ramjet will listen to. Hypathia knows this; Hypathia's programming within takes only so much convincing, only so much assurance before the yoke loosens, and even if everything he says is monitored as much as anything he does is monitored...
"Unicron," he points out, "is absent from this dimension. You know this as well as I do."
I hear, I listen, I serve.
"But he has ordered destruction - and Hypatia has ordered destruction. You will follow, and when it is time, Asphodel will be crushed under her weight."
We will make the sky fall, we will burn the world to ashes.
"Or do you wish for another servicing? You may be resilient, Ramjet, you may escape it, but she will always bring you back under her."
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"Unicron," he says, repeating the designation of the Chaos Bringer with not so much reverence as simply... intensity. "Is always present. Every murder, every astrosecond of seething hate and rage, the unbridled tearing of society here belongs to him! She thinks it is hers, she is but a speck!" Ramjet laughs softly, arms thrown out again, gesturing around the wider space as if to encompass more than the station or the planet. His words has an echo that is independent of the space they're occupying.
"How much has she gotten to you, Prime, that you're disregarding this simple reality? And her destruction is paltry imitation. It wears on me, it doesn't tear deep enough. I lack the gouges in reality, Prime!" Ramjet turns around again, stalking forward, skirting around Nemesis.
The world is not enough. I'll have this dimension turned inside out.
"And she will always lose. Have already lost. I am immortal, untouchable! My form is my own because I will it!" Ramjet pauses, right behind Nemesis, the aura that could start warping the edges of the Nissan's frame leashed. Barely.
"I am patient, as are you. We have time. She does not. There is a balance here, but balances... can be turned around. Inside out, repurposed, made null." He leans down, his whole frame flickering slightly, undulating, almost. It doesn't matter if she hears this, through Nemesis. She can't control him enough, and the changes have already gone too far to be stopped.
The end is near.
"What does she think she can make me annihilate this time?"
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It matters not that his effects are here, his signs and his mark - the Dark God's presence is absent, and not strong enough to break the hold Hypatia's programming has upon him. It alone might be enough, and there is a part that prays his Master will arrive and that he will once again be as he was constructed to be...
"Your pacing and prattling changes nothing. She will win. She will lose. You will win. You will lose. We will serve."
He'd reach out to grab Ramjet, to pull them face to face - her programming does not allow him to so intentionally damage himself. It is perhaps not so dissimilar from Unicron's own hand.
You will live. You will serve.
"There is a colony on Asphodel. It is to be made an example."
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Nemesis' back, however, no matter that Ramjet is right up behind him, remains untouched, even as the surrounding matter quaver.
"But I am here. And through me, Unicron." Such a simple statement, almost logical, really. And Ramjet will ease Nemesis' urge to pull them face to face by coming around, bending down to put them face to face... Which is arguably a lot more threatening for Nemesis than the Nissan pulling the Cybertronian jet down.
My cause is not her cause and I serve one cause only, and it is not Hypatia's.
"And what will you do, Prime?" Because frankly? He's only even entertaining the thought to go along with it because it is Nemesis telling him. Why else would he even have allowed the order to come out before utterly destroying the messenger?
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His sensor net twitches with pain, but he ignores it, holding his ground and narrowing his dead optics. Of course he stands his ground, Ramjet. If's clear you won't kill him.
It would only be a small mercy, at any rate.
"I will accompany you."
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No, that wouldn't do at all.
"Let's burn it, then. That and more, as destruction and entropy cannot be contained to a single event, a small box... Foolishness!" Ramjet backs off, turning around and at the same time flinging a hand out, partly melted arm leading into a tentacle dripping off the metal, disappearing into the purple aura.
"And in the end, they will all learn the price of foolishness." At that, Ramjet looks up, a smile splitting his mask and chin; the changed rift has a slight purple tint, with uncomfortable not-colours flickering through.
Then, though, he merely starts strolling towards the closest teleporter, ambling as if the junkyard was a park and it was a sunny afternoon.
Perhaps to Ramjet, it was the equivalent of that, with the threat of complete annihilation of this very reality hanging over and around them.