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legionworld2017-11-22 10:35 pm
paxpertyrannidem) wrote in legionworld2017-11-22 10:35 pm
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Who| Megatron and YOU
What| exploring, being needlessly Extra, making a scene in the walmart with drift
Where| All over Legion World
When| Post the most recent plots.
Warnings/Notes| an overly dramatic reunion, shooting sim robots with big hologram guns
a. biome
Cybertronian wilderness wasn't a particularly comfortable-looking place on its own. Metallic dust coats the hills pulverized by the radiation of a star that normally had little protective atmosphere to get in its way. It was cold and devoid of anything resembling life on Earth. It was home.
What looked like a battlefield coating its surface looked perfectly in line with the rest of the desolate looking place. Dull remnants of once grand buildings and the skeletons of a crashed ships streaked through it. The remains of Kaon just as he remembered it. It had been millenia since their planet had become uninhabitable and their species forced to become space-faring nomads. One would think that perhaps he might opt for a version of their world a little less obliterated by total war, but he preferred this reminder instead.
He even included the makeshift throne crafted from Sentinel Prime himself - half furniture, half Sentinel arranged in a decorative fashion. And it was here Megatron sat, eyes smoldering and with energon cube in hand. He takes a long drink in silence.
b. sim room
After having arrived gunless to an alien world - worse, one full of organic creatures - it doesn't take long for Megatron to fulfill his due diligence and survey some of the weaponry currently available. For posterity, of course. The sim environment is a blank room, with not even a single target in sight. Yet.
What lie at his feet are seven guns, each to scale for a heavily built thirty-five foot space robot. Excessive? Maybe. But totally necessary in Megatron's opinion.
Two were of Cybertronian design: one being his currently missing arm cannon, the other a sniper rifle easily as long as he is tall. To the far right was a simple pistol, rather paltry compared to the other two, but necessary. All solid light holograms generated from the rather specific memories of a person who had intimately used them for millions of years, down to some of the nicks in the metal.
The other four were local models he had found in the database. Two energy-based, two solid projectile. Weapons that had, for whatever reason, been built to a similar scale. There had been more, but he narrowed it down to these four. The closest approximations to the Cybertronian weapons that he could find while perusing archives.
Kneeling down, he could be found examining one of the solid-light guns, disassembling and reassembling it. Reloading it. Examining all the functions and mechanisms and familiarizing himself with the alien tech, occasionally suspicious of the fidelity of the solid light projection. You know. Priorities.
c. cruiser docks
Sometimes, a guy needs the peace and quiet provided by the empty, inhospitable void of space. Flight wasn't something that usually came naturally, but Shockwave and Soundwave had truly done rather marvelous jobs in building him a new body. His vehicle mode handled like a dream.
Eventually, after familiarizing himself with some of the outside of the moon-sized station, he returns, not particularly looking for a proper docking space so much as an area of the bay that had enough room for him to shift back to root mode. He enters the cluster of cruisers as a black, triangular sliver of a space-worthy bomber, purple plumes spewing out of the exhausts.
The black sliver slows over an empty area, splits down the middle and transforms, going from sleek aircraft to grouchy looking Megatron as the engines cut and he lands on his feet.
for drift: shopping area
On a flight within the larger open areas of Legion World, Megatron spots a familiar white speck on the ground. The only other Cybertronian on this forsaken world, and he had finally found him. Never one to shy away from making a grand entrance, he transforms mid-air, allowing himself to fall towards the open-air courtyard of unassuming shops.
He slows his descent with the jets in his feet, but only just enough to allow for a thud to reverberate in the ground and shake some leaves off the trees planted at the center of various arranged benches. He stands over a futuristic water fountain in front of the exit to the courtyard, paying no mind to the Legion staffers who happened to be attempting to go about their business without giant robots getting in the way.
"It looks like our paths have crossed again, Deadlock."
d. wildcard
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What| exploring, being needlessly Extra, making a scene in the walmart with drift
Where| All over Legion World
When| Post the most recent plots.
Warnings/Notes| an overly dramatic reunion, shooting sim robots with big hologram guns
a. biome
Cybertronian wilderness wasn't a particularly comfortable-looking place on its own. Metallic dust coats the hills pulverized by the radiation of a star that normally had little protective atmosphere to get in its way. It was cold and devoid of anything resembling life on Earth. It was home.
What looked like a battlefield coating its surface looked perfectly in line with the rest of the desolate looking place. Dull remnants of once grand buildings and the skeletons of a crashed ships streaked through it. The remains of Kaon just as he remembered it. It had been millenia since their planet had become uninhabitable and their species forced to become space-faring nomads. One would think that perhaps he might opt for a version of their world a little less obliterated by total war, but he preferred this reminder instead.
He even included the makeshift throne crafted from Sentinel Prime himself - half furniture, half Sentinel arranged in a decorative fashion. And it was here Megatron sat, eyes smoldering and with energon cube in hand. He takes a long drink in silence.
b. sim room
After having arrived gunless to an alien world - worse, one full of organic creatures - it doesn't take long for Megatron to fulfill his due diligence and survey some of the weaponry currently available. For posterity, of course. The sim environment is a blank room, with not even a single target in sight. Yet.
What lie at his feet are seven guns, each to scale for a heavily built thirty-five foot space robot. Excessive? Maybe. But totally necessary in Megatron's opinion.
Two were of Cybertronian design: one being his currently missing arm cannon, the other a sniper rifle easily as long as he is tall. To the far right was a simple pistol, rather paltry compared to the other two, but necessary. All solid light holograms generated from the rather specific memories of a person who had intimately used them for millions of years, down to some of the nicks in the metal.
The other four were local models he had found in the database. Two energy-based, two solid projectile. Weapons that had, for whatever reason, been built to a similar scale. There had been more, but he narrowed it down to these four. The closest approximations to the Cybertronian weapons that he could find while perusing archives.
Kneeling down, he could be found examining one of the solid-light guns, disassembling and reassembling it. Reloading it. Examining all the functions and mechanisms and familiarizing himself with the alien tech, occasionally suspicious of the fidelity of the solid light projection. You know. Priorities.
c. cruiser docks
Sometimes, a guy needs the peace and quiet provided by the empty, inhospitable void of space. Flight wasn't something that usually came naturally, but Shockwave and Soundwave had truly done rather marvelous jobs in building him a new body. His vehicle mode handled like a dream.
Eventually, after familiarizing himself with some of the outside of the moon-sized station, he returns, not particularly looking for a proper docking space so much as an area of the bay that had enough room for him to shift back to root mode. He enters the cluster of cruisers as a black, triangular sliver of a space-worthy bomber, purple plumes spewing out of the exhausts.
The black sliver slows over an empty area, splits down the middle and transforms, going from sleek aircraft to grouchy looking Megatron as the engines cut and he lands on his feet.
for drift: shopping area
On a flight within the larger open areas of Legion World, Megatron spots a familiar white speck on the ground. The only other Cybertronian on this forsaken world, and he had finally found him. Never one to shy away from making a grand entrance, he transforms mid-air, allowing himself to fall towards the open-air courtyard of unassuming shops.
He slows his descent with the jets in his feet, but only just enough to allow for a thud to reverberate in the ground and shake some leaves off the trees planted at the center of various arranged benches. He stands over a futuristic water fountain in front of the exit to the courtyard, paying no mind to the Legion staffers who happened to be attempting to go about their business without giant robots getting in the way.
"It looks like our paths have crossed again, Deadlock."
d. wildcard
ooc: Feel free to poke me for plots at
no subject
He can't see yet just what is heading his way but he can feel the vibrations of heavy footsteps through the ground beneath him. There's a clang — or there would have been a clang — as metal strikes Aku's hard shell. Annoyed, and now indignant, Aku turns two angry, glaring eyes and their twin flames up toward whatever dared to kick him. Once again his form shifts, stretching upward and sprouting six horns as Aku rises to a height tall enough to look down upon the giant machine before him.
He's seen his share of giant robots but Aku can't say he's ever seen one like this before, especially not one that possessed shapeshifting capabilities. Squaring his spiked shoulders, the yokai stands tall and proud with talons curled at his sides. On the off chance that this thing he's never seen before is with the Legion, he might as well attempt communication. Floating somewhere in his hyperfluid black mass is Aku's communicator (along with his flight ring) which he'll use from within to transmit his thunderous voice.
"Who dares disturb the rest and relaxation of Aku?"
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Megatron watches Aku's shapeshifting with an amused, genuinely intrigued fascination. Organic vermin were certainly common enough in his universe, inorganic species less so, but this one was neither.
As it settles into the bipedal form, he makes a silent note of the thing's tall and proud stance. He's certainly dealt with enough imperious guards in the nucleon mines and cocky warriors in the gladiator arena to guess how this thing's reaction was going to be. A booming voice explodes in his audial receptors from the communicator, making one red eye narrow in irritation, but he otherwise maintains his composure.
"The last time I had visited this solar system, it tended to be filled with life of a fleshier variety."
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"If you are in search of mortal fleshbags, you have missed your mark. You will find all you can handle and more over there." Without turning his head, he extends a long arm to point at the big blue thing hanging out there in the sky. There were fleshlings galore on that Other Earth That Isn't His and certainly more of them than Aku cares to deal with.
His gaze remains fixed on the machine before him, looking it over with mild curiosity. Like several bots he knows or knew (RIP in pieces, Scaramouche), this one appears to have a mind of its own. But given it belonged to the Legion, that mind was likely plagued with righteousness.
Though he isn't glaring quite as hard anymore, Aku's gaze is icy cold beneath his flaming brows."Again I ask who are you?"
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"If I were looking for the company of fleshlings, I would not have flown to a lifeless gray rock," he says flatly.
Both Earth and Legion World were tainted enough with the rust infection of organics, certainly. And the pitch black void of space was sufficient for silence. That was not why he was here.
"I am Megatron. We will be fighting in the same war, and I like to make a habit of knowing who our allies are."
Simple enough. It's not like he had as many pressing responsibilities without the Decepticons to lead. His own personal curiosity need not be mentioned.
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Obviously, there's still a bit of a dent in his pride left over from that one. But since this 'Megatron' has bothered to include him in his 'habits of knowing', Aku feels reluctantly compelled to oblige. After all, who is a more powerful ally than the Almighty Aku? (No one, that's who!)
He gestures to himself with a clawed hand on his chest.
"I am AKU, Shape-shifting Master of Darkness and Ruler of Earth! — Not the Earth you see there, though it looks very similar, but a different Earth in a different dimension — Anyway. I have but one goal in mind and that is to DESTROY Chronoblivion by any means necessary. Such a task cannot be left in the hands of a bunch of puny mortals."
Fortunately, the machine before him looks far from puny and mortal. Just the opposite. It appears to have been built for war.
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One robot brow quirks itself at one thing, however.
"Earth is a strange planet to rule if you lack a fondness for organics - unless the populace is of a different make in your world."
Personally, he prefers Cybertron as the crown jewel of his space empire and Earth as a parking structure planet with some Ore-13 mines. But to each their own.
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"I did not choose the world upon which I fell," he answers, dialing back a bit on his authoritarian tone. "It was purely by chance that I was awoken there by one of its mortal inhabitants. Nevertheless, I made the planet mine in short time."