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legionworld2017-11-09 01:01 am
auramatic) wrote in legionworld2017-11-09 01:01 am
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[open] starve the ego, feed the soul
Who| Drift and YOU!
What| Meet the new 20 foot tall shape-changing robot in town. He's pretty friendly.
Where| All around Legion World, Drift's biome, the training gym
Warnings/Notes| n/a
This is all...a lot. The last thing Drift remembers before waking up here was being in his shuttle, far, far away from the ship he'd been exiled from. Voluntarily exiled, because no one else could have taken the fall -- it had to be him. For everyone else's sake. And so he'd been alone, stripped of his Autobrand and adrift in the stars, looking for...something.
And now he's here, and he's wondering if this was what he was looking for. He took the oath almost immediately, because being asked to help save not just a world, but every world? Primus must have sent him here for a reason -- this reason -- why else would he be here? This must be some sort of chance at redemption, right? He doesn't really know if he deserves it, but hey, he's not going to argue against the will of a creator god. He just...has to have faith.
a. wandering around
Drift hasn't been around this many organics in...a while, not since he was last on Earth. It's kind of wild to think he's jumped a thousand years into the future. Humans seem to be doing pretty alright these days. He had forgotten how weird it was to be this much bigger than most people around him, though. At least he's got his swords. All three of them. It is a comfort.
He's milling around Legion World once he's settled in enough, getting his bearings. It's massive here, and there's a lot to see -- and where the space is wide enough, he'll be driving instead of walking. He hasn't had a chance to stretch his t-cog and drive around in his alt mode for a while, but despite the flashy sports car appearance, he is moving at a reasonably polite speed.
b. biome
Drift's biome is a little slice of Cybertron. It might not look very hospitable to organics -- it's cyberformed rather than terraformed, ideal for a race of sentient alien robots, but while the vast plains and jagged hills might look barren and cold to humans, it's basically the heart of nature for Drift. His biome is mostly untamed, open wilderness, though there's a building he's made a home for himself, complete with a designated meditation space in the style of Spectralism (read: very New Age-y). He's happy to greet anyone coming by, but if he's keeping to himself, it's almost definitely because he's meditating. Or trying, anyway.
c. training gym
It has not occurred to Drift that it might not be very polite to practice with swords in the gym considering how much space a 20 foot tall robot takes up, but he has at least placed him as far in a corner away from other fellow gym-goers so as not to get in their way. He could be doing sword kata back in his biome, sure, but he's spent...a lot of time alone in the last few months. Being around other people, even total strangers, is preferable background noise to the deafening silence of solitude.
He is pretty absorbed in his robot kata, though, going through the motions with a sword in each hand, though he'll stop to chat if anyone catches his attention. He has a third sword strapped to his back, apparently not currently in use, and if you are wondering if this guy really needs to be carrying three swords at all times: yes. Yes, he does.
d. wildcard!
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What| Meet the new 20 foot tall shape-changing robot in town. He's pretty friendly.
Where| All around Legion World, Drift's biome, the training gym
Warnings/Notes| n/a
This is all...a lot. The last thing Drift remembers before waking up here was being in his shuttle, far, far away from the ship he'd been exiled from. Voluntarily exiled, because no one else could have taken the fall -- it had to be him. For everyone else's sake. And so he'd been alone, stripped of his Autobrand and adrift in the stars, looking for...something.
And now he's here, and he's wondering if this was what he was looking for. He took the oath almost immediately, because being asked to help save not just a world, but every world? Primus must have sent him here for a reason -- this reason -- why else would he be here? This must be some sort of chance at redemption, right? He doesn't really know if he deserves it, but hey, he's not going to argue against the will of a creator god. He just...has to have faith.
a. wandering around
Drift hasn't been around this many organics in...a while, not since he was last on Earth. It's kind of wild to think he's jumped a thousand years into the future. Humans seem to be doing pretty alright these days. He had forgotten how weird it was to be this much bigger than most people around him, though. At least he's got his swords. All three of them. It is a comfort.
He's milling around Legion World once he's settled in enough, getting his bearings. It's massive here, and there's a lot to see -- and where the space is wide enough, he'll be driving instead of walking. He hasn't had a chance to stretch his t-cog and drive around in his alt mode for a while, but despite the flashy sports car appearance, he is moving at a reasonably polite speed.
b. biome
Drift's biome is a little slice of Cybertron. It might not look very hospitable to organics -- it's cyberformed rather than terraformed, ideal for a race of sentient alien robots, but while the vast plains and jagged hills might look barren and cold to humans, it's basically the heart of nature for Drift. His biome is mostly untamed, open wilderness, though there's a building he's made a home for himself, complete with a designated meditation space in the style of Spectralism (read: very New Age-y). He's happy to greet anyone coming by, but if he's keeping to himself, it's almost definitely because he's meditating. Or trying, anyway.
c. training gym
It has not occurred to Drift that it might not be very polite to practice with swords in the gym considering how much space a 20 foot tall robot takes up, but he has at least placed him as far in a corner away from other fellow gym-goers so as not to get in their way. He could be doing sword kata back in his biome, sure, but he's spent...a lot of time alone in the last few months. Being around other people, even total strangers, is preferable background noise to the deafening silence of solitude.
He is pretty absorbed in his robot kata, though, going through the motions with a sword in each hand, though he'll stop to chat if anyone catches his attention. He has a third sword strapped to his back, apparently not currently in use, and if you are wondering if this guy really needs to be carrying three swords at all times: yes. Yes, he does.
d. wildcard!
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They don't have cultural sensitivity training regarding giant space robots in Alliance officer school, okay.
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"Let's just stick to inorganics for Cybertronians, huh?" No hard feelings, Shepard, really. "What kind of machines does your friend work with?"
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"Spaceships mostly, but she's been making friends with an AI we picked up a few missions back." And it's all very heartwarming, though she has no intention of getting into the quarian-geth thing unless asked.
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"It's...a political powder keg," Shepard says with a sigh, rubbing her forehead. "The official position of the organic majority is that AI is inherently dangerous. It's not true, but AI research is illegal."
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"Dangerous how? And why do you disagree?" He waves a hand. "I've never encountered one before myself."
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"The idea is that we could have nothing they'd possibly want, and they'd always be fighting feelings of inferiority for being created, so they'd inevitably turn on their makers." Shepard shakes her head with a sigh and a frown. "That says more about the organics coming up with the doomsday scenarios than it does about the synthetics, if you ask me."
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He leans back and rests his arms over his knees, looking pensive. "I'd like to say we turned our efforts inward, working to improve ourselves rather than create something new...but the truth is, I think we've been fighting for so long that we've lost sight of that."
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The swords strike her as weird for any kind of war featuring half-decent projectile weapons, but hey. What does she know about how you hold a war where Drift's from?
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"...How long do you live?"
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The idea that something could live that long isn't what gets her; the Reapers are at least ten times that old. It's that he seems remarkably laid back for being an ancient war robot.
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He is not one hundred percent spot-on with his human knowledge.
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"What were you fighting over?" She'd have asked if they even remember, but if Drift was there when it all kicked off, then they probably do, on a deeply personal level.
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"That's...a complicated question. It started out as a revolution against a government that rigidly assigned its citizens to castes based on what they could transform into. A society like that leaves behind more people than it lifts up. A worker in the mines, lowest of the low in a Functionist world, wrote a treatise against the system, arguing in favor of nonviolent protest -- the seed of the Decepticon movement. As in, you are being deceived." Drift's cheerful expression flickers slightly, but he doesn't miss a beat. "But as his movement gained momentum, he saw that there could be no peaceful reform, only a violent revolution. Overthrow the government and bring about a new world order, one in which your social worth wasn't derived from what you were forged or made with. But he started to lose his way -- it started to be less about revolution and more about conquest. Not just a new world order for Cybetronians, but for all races throughout the galaxy. The war spread far, far beyond Cybertron, taking countless worlds with it, and then, after a while, it became about control. A struggle for dominance between the Decepticons and the Autobots, who had started as an arm of that oppressive government and then splintered when it became aware of the corruption on all sides, upholding the ideals of freedom and justice that the Decepticons had lost sight of. We fought over a lot of things -- they just kept changing. Maybe that's why it lasted so long."
He spreads his own arms in a shrug and gives Shepard a wry smile. "What does anyone fight a war over?"
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"Sorry," she offers with a somewhat unconvincing half-smile. "That just hit a little close to home."
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Drift thinks of all the planets he helped obliterate for Megatron. None of those organics were fighting a war. But he offers a half-smile in return, a little more convincing than Shepard's, and shakes his head.
"Don't worry about it. I think I can relate."