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Post by Victoria Marcus on Sept 14, 2011 18:44:05 GMT -5
The redhead nodded at that "A'right, jus' lemme know when to look away cause, yea, the whole needle goin' into skin thing. . . .eeeeeh, lemme not think bout that too much so I dun get all creeped out by the idea. . ." she said, a shutter going through her. She relaxed back on the sleeping bag. I'mma havta call mom tomorrow, let'er know where the hell my ass vanished off ta. I mean, yea, she knows not ta worry too much bout my ass, she'd stress 'erself to all hell if she did, buuuuut, well, she is still a mom afta all." she said with a small chuckle. She only had half of her family, blood family at least, that was worth a damned and that woman was it, she didn't want to freak out her mom too much after all.
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Post by Wheeljack on Sept 14, 2011 22:11:06 GMT -5
Jack nodded in understanding, then glanced over at his true self as he finished the preparations. He looked back to Victoria them and smiled. "Yeah, I can understand why she would be a bit concerned. So, how would ya like to be distracted then?" he asked with a chuckle as Wheeljack stepped over closer, keeping the syringe out of sight for the moment. Jack scooted up a bit and leaned over, placing his hand next to her side so his own body blocked her view of her legs, and more importantly, the needle. Wheeljack carefully laid his hands around her damaged leg to keep it steady, the tendril holding the syringe moving into position before Wheeljack looked over and gave her a reassuring smile.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Oct 2, 2011 22:34:44 GMT -5
"Jus' talkin' works, somethin' to keep my mind occupied an' offa that pokey, maybe, umm, lesse, somethin' that'll keep my interest, umm, how bout ya tell me a bit bout the mythology and legends of Cybertron? Ain't got ta hear much that from my bro, or history, that should keep my mind off the phobia. "ey, I always like learnin' bout otha cultures, if doin' so means I ain't thinkin' bout Mr. Needle ova there, all tha better." she said, looking down a bit to avoid the urge to look at the needle, thankfully she was drunk, she couldn't feel too much of anything, but knowing it was incoming, yea, the sooner her mind was off it, the better.
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Post by Wheeljack on Oct 2, 2011 23:50:12 GMT -5
Jack nodded at that and looked to the side as Wheeljack's head lamps switched on a bit brighter and the lights in the room dimmed. In the air next to her, a three dimensional hologram of a completely metallic world appeared with shining cities and multicolored lights, some stationary, accenting streets and buildings, others zipping this way and that along the roads, still others moving more slowly, as if walking. "Cybertron. It's actually in another galaxy, humans call it M31: Andromeda. We just call it home." he began, then the planet moved closer, focusing in on one of the cities in the northern hemisphere. "That's Iacon, where I'm from. I suppose you could call it the Capital of Cybertron itself. There are lots of cool places all over Cybertron, and some not so nice ones." Everywhere Victoria could see, there were shades of silver, gold, copper, bronze, even iron, and highlighting the streets and buildings were lines of light, from spots of white light to streaks and shapes made of glowing colors, red, blue, green, violet, orange, amber... even on the robots themselves, from head lamps to chassis accents, strange alien shapes, unusual vehicles.
As Jack spoke, explaining what she was seeing in the holographic images, Wheeljack carefully injected the nano repair cells, first into one side of her knee, then the other.
"We were all Autobots, living together, at peace. It was so beautiful once, a long time ago..." he tried to hide the sadness in his voice then as he looked on what had been, then the view shifted a bit, showing one of the domed structures, and on the balcony stood two figures, one a bit taller than the other. "Our leaders, Optimus, head of the Science and Research Division leading Archeology teams to search out our own lost history, and Megatron, once Lord High Protector of Cybertron. They led us together as equals for a long time after reunifying all of Cybertron as one world instead of divided by hostile clans fighting over resources and territory." The image shifted again and it showed Optimus and Megatron fighting each other. "Megatron betrayed Optimus and tried to have him murdered, then started the militant and murderous faction called Decepticons. That's how the war started and tore our planet apart. So many bots died, so much was lost. Not just lives, but art, science, history, accomplishments built or discovered by the greatest of our kind, laid to ruins. We lost so much of ourselves."
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Oct 3, 2011 0:57:58 GMT -5
Vic listened, watching the displays as Wheeljack showed them to her, she tilted her head to the side slightly, thankfully no feeling the injections in her leg due to her inebriated state. Though she looked at Jack when he called the Decepticons murderous "Not all of 'em are murderous, I mean, I've only met Swindle, but he helped me outta one hellova jam in a massive bar fight, then got me back to me an' my bro's hotel room safely. Then again there are exceptions to ever rule ain't there? A difference in every norm?" she said, looking back at the projection and pointing to the one that was Megatron "Though I dun see how anyone woulda trusted that face ta begin with, 'e jus' dun look right. Can ya tell me bout tha two of 'em? This Megatron and Optimus. What kinda people are dey? Ya said they were leaders so, well, if I'm gettin' involved in alla this I may as well know a bit bout who's headin' each side. . .an' before ya say there's no reason ta get involved, I call a Cybertronian my brother an' this allspark shard, yea, I ain't got too mucha choice in the matter, situations made sure my ass was gonna be involved one way or anotha, so I may as well have the info to go offa. I normally dun ask my bro bout too much cause he got a lot on 'is mind to begin with, so figure it dun hurt to ask someone else."
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Post by Wheeljack on Oct 3, 2011 1:50:13 GMT -5
Jack nodded at that. "No, not all of them. Some I sometimes wonder why they sided with Megatron, honestly. They just don't really belong with the Decepticons." He shook his head a bit and sighed. "No, if you're carrying a shard of our home in your chest, it'd be best if you knew what you're getting thrust into. Going in blind will get you killed, or worse..."
He then looked at the hologram thoughtfully for a moment. "Megatron and Optimus. Well, they're definitely a stark contrast to each other, that's for sure. Where Optimus is often quiet, powerful but gentle even for how strong he is, Megatron is a brutal tyrant. Megatron thinks nothing of kicking, punching, shooting, or killing anything around him, from his own soldiers to innocent life forms like humans. Even his own medics see his rage for any mistake. He pretty much demands absolute loyalty or he'll off line you for failure or betrayal. We've all seen him savage one of his own in the middle of combat for some mistake or another. He just seems to grow more and more savage as the years pass..." he said, the hologram showing the very brutality Wheeljack himself had seen during the war.
The hologram shifted then, showing Optimus to her. "The last true Prime of Cybertron. Well, him and his brother Ultra Magnus, though Magnus refuses the title, says he's only a soldier and no more." Jack shrugged then and continued about Optimus. "Optimus would lay down his life for any of us, but he's smart about it. He's our leader yes, and he does delegate responsibilities to those who have the best skills n tools to do what needs to be done. But if we fail, he helps us up to try again. 'We can not learn if we do not make mistakes.' He's told me that a couple times when I apologized for one of my more spectacular screw ups." he chuckled a bit at that, then smiled at her. "He doesn't really ever yell at any of us, but I have seen him get really torqued off, mostly at something the Decepticons did. You should have seen him when he saw a hatchling nursery destroyed by them. He was beyond furious..."
Jack shook his head then and sighed. "That's why I call them murderous. So many tiny little Sparks slaughtered in their pods, never even had the chance to live. N my own little ones, torn apart..." Jack nearly choked on the words then and went silent, closing his eyes and lowering his head taking a couple deep breaths trying to push down the pain as Wheeljack closed his optics, shut the hologram down and turned away. When Jack spoke again, his voice was quiet. "Six of them, they weren't my own, orphans of the war, but I took them in n cared for them like they were spawned of my own Spark. I tried to protect them, tried to take care of them, but the Decepticons... so many of them seem to take particular enjoyment in slaughtering the young and innocent ones, the ones who can't fight back..." Jack sat up more fully, turning his back to the wall, his shoulder towards Victoria. "Sorry... it just... it still hurts... losing them..." he muttered apologetically.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Oct 3, 2011 2:21:46 GMT -5
Vic shook her head a bit at his apology, seeming barely phased by the violence shown, at least on the outside. "Hey, dun worry bout it, old wounds hurt, believe me, I know. I neva lost anyone that dear to me, except my grandparents on Mom's side but they had lived full lives. But while I don't know the paina loss like that, I do know another extreme pain, an' I know those scars neva fully heal. 'Ell, I live with mine every day. But, ya gotta use that pain as strength, a reminder of why ya fightin' an' why ya can't let those who've done such things win. Anger can be a hellova motivator, long as ya dun let it consume ya least, kinda ones those things that, if you can control it, you have an unlimited source of drive, but if ya can't, well, you fall victim to an enemy not even the strongest can ovacome, yaself." she said, relaxing back a bit, though a hand came to rest on her chest at the shift in movement.
It was true she knew pain, what it was to be treated as no more than an object, a possession to be ruled, controlled and broken at the first sign of free will, but try as that demon of her past did, he could never truly break her, never truly control her "Some souls are too powerful to contain by one with so little control of themselves. . ." she muttered, clear enough to be heard though she had not intended those thoughts to be words, they had become such without her realizing it fully. The redhead sighed, looking to Wheeljack, realizing the injection had already been done. The woman smirked a bit then "So then, how bout makin' that trip to the firein' range eh? Seeing stuff blow up would be a nice nightcap."
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Post by Wheeljack on Oct 3, 2011 2:54:49 GMT -5
Jack nodded a bit and Wheeljack looked over at her, offering a bit of a smile. Jack spoke up as Wheeljack put things away. "Yeah, Megatron tries to break us down, tries to destroy us, but we don't just fight for ourselves." Jack smiled a bit and offered his hand to her. "We're fighting for those who can't, n fighting for freedom against those who would enslave others. The Decepticons only take from anything and everyone around them, destroying everything they can't take or control. Autobots ask only for what we need and only what we know can be spared or willingly given, and we accept when we are told no. We don't want to control other lives, only our own, and we want to live. All sentient beings have the right to live and be free, but not at the expense of others. No one has the right to enslave and kill others for their own gain." He sighed then, lowering his gaze. "I realize humans hunt and eat other creatures on your planet, and for you, it's a requirement for your very survival. But for us, we don't have to do that. Energon is our fuel source, our survival depends on it. But we don't need to kill others to get it. We can find it buried in crystalline form, sometimes flowing in liquid form, or draw it from other sources and concentrate it, like solar power for example. We don't have to kill to survive, but the Decepticons take great pleasure in killing for no reason." He shook his head a bit, his thoughts turning back to the Sparklings again.
"Yeah, it hurts losing them, but... there is hope. There are five other little ones I adopted, raised them together. When the Allspark offered their Sparks, I carried them willingly, held and nurtured them as my own. I was forced to leave them behind on Cybertron, I couldn't even say good bye, had no time. But... I keep hoping I'll see them again, that they'll find their way here to Earth, that they'll find me. Every day I pray to Primus to keep them safe and keep them together, that he'll guide them n help them get to Earth. They're brothers, a gestalt. They combine into one big bot. All of them are bigger than I am, bigger than even Optimus, but they're still my little ones, my Sparkling flybots. I have to believe they're still alive, that they're still out there somewhere searching for me. Hurts too much to think otherwise..."
He then shook his head and chuckled a bit. "N there I go rambling again. Sorry about that." He took a deep breath and let it out. "So, you wanna go see what kind of damage Ironhide's doing to the target range huh? Well, let's go see how much I get to put back together again." he said with a chuckle and Jack flickered and vanished into a cloud of nano cells that rejoined Wheeljack's chassis. The big white and blue bot then carefully picked her up and cradled her against his chest, careful to support her legs while her knee was being repaired by the nano cells he had injected into her. He then headed out and up to the shooting range, the sound of intermittent weapons fire telling them Ironhide was indeed still at it.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Oct 3, 2011 3:06:40 GMT -5
"It's a'right, I ramble a lot too, but I normally kick myself for doin' it after." she said with a small chuckle, shifting in his hand to lay comfortably, of course grabbing her weapons and putting the holster for all three on, she tried not to move her leg, knowing all too well the damage any movement could cause right now as she stabilized herself fully in his hand. "Ya keep thinkin' they'll come back an' they prolly will. One's will is odd like that ya know." she said giving a half smile before chuckling slightly "Yea, those were some big ass guns, I wanna see what kinda big ass holes they make." she said as they began to move, sighing a bit, just watching as they passed by others on the way out, the different shapes of Cybertronians still amused her a bit.
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Post by Wheeljack on Oct 3, 2011 4:07:41 GMT -5
Wheeljack chuckled at that and nodded. "Oh believe me, I've seen the results of those cannons up close, on targets and on Decepticons he's put down." he replied with a shake of the head. "Ironhide's one Autobot most 'Cons fear to cross alone in a dark alley, that's for sure. Especially when he breaks out his Invitation as he calls it. Bot's got quite a temper on him too, but underneath all that hard armor n hard fighting temper of his, he's got a tender spot for youngins, always have." he said as he headed out to the shooting range, the cannon fire getting louder as they got closer. When they reached the range, Wheeljack found a vantage point up above and behind where Ironhide was so he and Victoria could see as much as possible and still be well out of the way.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Oct 3, 2011 15:19:02 GMT -5
Vic chuckled slightly "Isn't that often the case? Big ol' roughneck, give them something small an' cute and you'll see 'em melt. Normally happens with kittens, but can with kids too." she said, looking over where the targets were being annihilated. "Daaaaamn, they do make one hellova hole, shit man, that's worse than my bro's weapons." she said before looking where the shooter was, smirking slightly "GMC topkick eh? Shame they stopped makin' those, they were sturdy as a one ton and had a lotta power to the engine, then again, GMC made them, so that ain't a huge surprise." she said before glancing back at Wheeljack "By tha way, jus' where is ya grill ornament, the mustang piece?"
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Post by Wheeljack on Oct 4, 2011 9:14:20 GMT -5
Wheeljack chuckled a bit at her commentary on Ironhide and his cannons, and his chosen alt mode. "Yeah, subtle is not a word used ta describe Ironhide, that's for sure." he remarked casually. He looked at her a moment at the mention of the missing emblem, bringing his free hand up to touch his grill where the silver Mustang should be. "Oh... I lost it in an accident ten years ago..." he responded softly, his voice and optics seeming a bit distant as he remembered that painful night. He smiled then and focused on her. "It's not important really." he offered with a shrug and lowered his hand again, looking over at Ironhide again.
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Post by Ironhide on Oct 4, 2011 10:16:43 GMT -5
Ironhide was testing his cannons, adjusting them, firing, adjusting again, firing. He wasn't really in a bad mood, though it was clear the burly mech was definitely preoccupied with something. Then he did something unexpected; actually detaching his cannons from his arms and combining them into one single large weapon. He then took aim with it, settled his stance, and fired. The target did not have a hole in it, it simply was no longer there, obliterated. He grunted then, lifted the massive cannon, and fired again, disintegrating another target. He nodded and let out a satisfied snort then, disconnecting the twin cannons and reattaching them to his arms.
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Post by Victoria Marcus on Oct 18, 2011 22:19:36 GMT -5
The redhead laughed a bit "Subtle is overarated sometimes, sometimes a good slap in tha face has more effect." she said watching the punishment of the firing range, though she watched as the big black mech turned two guns, into one, one strong as hell one at that. "OK, that's fuckin' sweet. More power when ya need it, and more coverage when ya don't, that's fuckin' sweet." she said, shifting a bit, though pausing feeling the splint on her leg and glaring at said splint with a low growl "That's what I fuckin' hate bout bein' injured, can't fuckin' move right. Well there's not just that, there's also the whole needing help thing an' the decreased efficiency shit, not to mention not bein' able to ride mah damned bike, shame when a nice gold wing gotta go even a month unused and. . ." she then paused, sighing sharply "I'm ranting, lemme shuddup." she said returning to watching the weapons fire, seeing him detach the cannons from each other and attach them back to his arms "That's still fuckin' sweet." she repeated.
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Post by Wheeljack on Oct 19, 2011 4:32:59 GMT -5
Wheeljack chuckled lightly and brought his other arm up to cradle her more fully and securely. "Naw, it's alright. You aren't the only one who rambles sometimes." he offered reassuringly and looked over at the burly mech as he took out two more targets before letting out another satisfied snort. "Yeah, that's Ironhide for ya, always one to improvise and use what he's got to his advantage. Ya wouldn't know it to look at him, but he's really slaggin' agile for a mech his size. You should see him in a fight; it's downright scary sometimes just how fast and limber he is." he said, shaking his head slightly. "Looks like he's about done, wanna go say hi?" he asked, though he figured the answer would be a resounding yes, so he started down to where the big black mech stood, giving a few last micro adjustments to one of his cannons.
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