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@kingofquintessa
Someone is hailing Nickel's comline. Someone she's never met before. -kingofquintessa
“Hello? This is Nickel speaking. Who is this, if i may ask?”
There is a long pause, and then, her comline is being hailed again.
<<Payload received. I’ll release the machine now. We will be in touch.>>
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Are there any rules I should read before interacting?? I’m on mobile and I don’t know if you have any >~< sorry
Just understand that the muse comes and goes and be patient with me, that’s all you need to keep in mind!
Someone is hailing Nickel's comline. Someone she's never met before. -kingofquintessa
“Hello? This is Nickel speaking. Who is this, if i may ask?”
<<Open up a video screen. Now.>> The voice is deep and gutteral, but he speaks with absolute authority, not unlike Tarn.
Nickel was taken aback, but she did as she was asked. “Now you can see me. I’m not sure who you are, but i don’t think i have what you want.”
<<Perhaps not. But I may have something that you want.>>
The face on the screen is familiar. A cracked faceplate, and impressive frame. Guiltaur was a point one percenter; a devout Decepticon stationed on Quintessa. He monitored Quintesson activity and reported any Decepticons who were caught sharing technology with the five-faced aliens. He and Tarn met at least once a year for reports. He looked like something had chewed him up and spit him out.
A clawed hand gripped Guiltar’s head, lifting it. Apparently, he was too tired to hold up his helm.
<<If you want this machine to live, you will deliver a fully stocked portable medbay, seventy three medkits, and seventy four hand held null-rays to these co-ordinates.>>
Guiltar’s optics began to flicker. Twice. once. Three times. Twice. Decepticon Morse Code. To an untrained eye, it would seem like a glitch.
“Wouldn’t you prefer to talk to Tarn? I’m sure he’s on his way up here, now.”
Nickel wasn’t sure how far the news of his death had spread, but she hoped the gamble paid off.
<<Do not presume to know what I prefer. You have seventy-two hours.>>
Someone is hailing Nickel's comline. Someone she's never met before. -kingofquintessa
“Hello? This is Nickel speaking. Who is this, if i may ask?”
<<Open up a video screen. Now.>> The voice is deep and gutteral, but he speaks with absolute authority, not unlike Tarn.
Nickel was taken aback, but she did as she was asked. “Now you can see me. I’m not sure who you are, but i don’t think i have what you want.”
<<Perhaps not. But I may have something that you want.>>
The face on the screen is familiar. A cracked faceplate, and impressive frame. Guiltaur was a point one percenter; a devout Decepticon stationed on Quintessa. He monitored Quintesson activity and reported any Decepticons who were caught sharing technology with the five-faced aliens. He and Tarn met at least once a year for reports. He looked like something had chewed him up and spit him out.
A clawed hand gripped Guiltar’s head, lifting it. Apparently, he was too tired to hold up his helm.
<<If you want this machine to live, you will deliver a fully stocked portable medbay, seventy three medkits, and seventy four hand held null-rays to these co-ordinates.>>
Guiltar’s optics began to flicker. Twice. once. Three times. Twice. Decepticon Morse Code. To an untrained eye, it would seem like a glitch.
Someone is hailing Nickel's comline. Someone she's never met before. -kingofquintessa
“Hello? This is Nickel speaking. Who is this, if i may ask?”
<<Open up a video screen. Now.>> The voice is deep and gutteral, but he speaks with absolute authority, not unlike Tarn.
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Um wtf that post when Sunder invades his thoughts was so good. It literally made me feel his panic and rage, your writing is sO GOOD???!
Out of character, I don’t think you understand how much this means to me.
I’d like to say my writing influence is Stephen King or Mercedes Lackey but honestly? It’s Simon Furman. He was my writing teacher from a young age, figuratively speaking.
And? *scoots closer* HHHHHHHHEEEEEEWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOO
King leans forward and chomps the creature into his mouth to see if it is suitible food.
Here, have a Sunder.
“Mmm….”
He’s going to growl a bit, his fins flaring in irritation. So many visitors today…
“Invade a mind without technology. Tell me.”
Here, have a Sunder.
“Mmm….”
He’s going to growl a bit, his fins flaring in irritation. So many visitors today…
He pauses, calculating his chances.
“I will ruin everything you remember, taint every fond memory if you don’t put me down, right now.” It was lucky, really, that Sunder was a quick thinker.
King tightens his jaws for a moment, then drops the mech, unable to contain the disgust in his eyes. He looks down at Sunder as if the mech is something he stepped in.
Here, have a Sunder.
“Mmm….”
He’s going to growl a bit, his fins flaring in irritation. So many visitors today…
He pauses, calculating his chances.
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*scoots closer* HHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.....”
King is going to growl. Few dared approach after such a sound. “I could kill you before your brain registers that your heart is no longer beating.”
Here, have a Sunder.
“Mmm….”
He’s going to growl a bit, his fins flaring in irritation. So many visitors today…
“You desecrated my THOUGHTS!”
The words end in a roar as he changes to beast mode, charging toward him. He’s now at least four times his regular size.
“Well, Yes. That’s kind of what I do.”
Unfortunately, the mechs large frame doesn’t allow him to move out the way in time. He’s fairly easily barreled over, but he stands again, optics narrowed in annoyance.
King closes his jaws over Sunder’s helm and shoulders, shaking him.
Here, have a Sunder.
“Mmm….”
He’s going to growl a bit, his fins flaring in irritation. So many visitors today…
“You desecrated my THOUGHTS!”
The words end in a roar as he changes to beast mode, charging toward him. He’s now at least four times his regular size.
HHHHHHIIIIIIIII
“Come no closer.”
Here, have a Sunder.
“Mmm….”
He’s going to growl a bit, his fins flaring in irritation. So many visitors today…
He reached up and peeled off his mask, throwing it to the side. At the same time, he released the clasp, holding his flag-cape in place.
His shoulderpads were lined with teeth.
There were eyes on his chest.
His hip pads were massive paws.
And he looked PISSED.
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Here, have a Sunder.
“Mmm….”
He’s going to growl a bit, his fins flaring in irritation. So many visitors today…
He moves quickly, reaching down and scooping up the beautiful gemstones. He rolls hem between his claws.
“I have no use for trinkets.” He pushes them into Sunder’s hand.
A shrill laugh. A Morbid sound; the sound of a predator finding glee in its prey’s mistake. “No, but I do.”
The smooth gems are moved, expertly from hand to eye socket. Bright blue eyes wide with glee and excitement. “I can smell your sins. I can feel them crawling all over you, in the air around you. They consume you. Now..Why don’t you show them to me?” Eye contact was all he needed, and at this range, it was easy to obtain.
King’s instincts spoke up too soon. Before, he saw this creature as something like a buffaloid. Powerful prey, but prey none the less. Blind, perhaps a bit empty headed.
But as soon as those blue lights settle into their ghastly nests, his mind screams at him, the voice of ancients, roaring that this was not buffaloid, or fallowcon. This was a Cephalocon. A chaosteros. Predator! Predator! Unnatural!
King let out an outraged roar, clawing at his own eyes as his mind was peeled apart, his secrets and shames ripped open like deep-sea fish, bloating and gasping in the light of another’s prying mind.
sport perhaps a bit of sport, perhaps a rut, Some Cybertronians could be useful for a rut---
Inhisheadinhishead he was in his head, like when the quintessons shoved their wires and their tubes and their circuits into his skull and filled his brain with red and hate and anger this horrible thing was IN HIS MIND he could see EVERYTHING
Hide her, he had to hide her body, let no one see. crying, he couldn’t stop crying. Never again, never ever, bury her, bury her so deep that no one would dig her up and eat the bones, poor Fastfang, poor, poor sweet---
GET
OUT
OF
MY
HEAD
Here, have a Sunder.
“Mmm….”
He’s going to growl a bit, his fins flaring in irritation. So many visitors today…
He moves quickly, reaching down and scooping up the beautiful gemstones. He rolls hem between his claws.
“I have no use for trinkets.” He pushes them into Sunder’s hand.
