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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!
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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.