Dark Future Meme

[notyourchauffeur]

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!

<B>Name:</B> (Derp or Derpina.) <B>Current location:</B> (Where are they? Sacrosanct? Asphodel?) <B>Current Physical Appearance:</B> (What do they look like now? ) <B>Summary:</B> (Tell us the story. How did they get to this point? What happened to them? What are they like?

Comments

[allshock_notalk]

"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.

[notyourchauffeur]

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.

[allshock_notalk]

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.

[notyourchauffeur]

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.

[allshock_notalk]

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.

[notyourchauffeur]

His brows knit and he doesn't know exactly how to deal with the flood of now very vibrant emotions. It leaves him in such distress. It's all he can do to do what feels familiar in the moment and grab Soundwave, dragging him in and burying his face in a shoulder.

It's a lot of sudden memories that bear down on him, a great weight.

He feels a burning behind his eyes and he has no idea why.

Why, express such a weak thing?

Something I would have done.

You crybaby.