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

[herald_ramjet]

And Ramjet merely laughs, his aura flaring, twisting the air around them, tearing into component parts, turning those outside in, screaming, before its just torturously fades out of existence, and new air and matter - invisible - rush in to fill the void and meet the same fate.

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?

[knightofdarkness]

Alternium is sturdy. A lesser metal would no doubt have warped by now, decayed and destroyed...

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."

[herald_ramjet]

And no one here is interested in mercies anyway. And no matter what Ramjet thinks of Nemesis, the connection he might seek... he just as much wants everything and everyone to suffer (as he has), and that means Nemesis can't be dead before the end.

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.