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Post by Jazz on May 12, 2013 19:30:20 GMT -5
He led the two birds over to a series of tents, five small ones and three larger ones. Going over to one of the larger tents, he pulled the entrance flaps open and tied them back, which gave the two avians room to enter and exit freely. Once inside, he went over to a table that had three stacks of books, two laptop computers, and some other equipment, including a camera, some papers, a scanner, and a whole array of cleaning implements like small picks and brushes. The other tables had similar cleaning equipment and an array of artifacts they had already found, from badly deteriorated weapons to broken pots, amulets, and other items. He smiled to the two birds, then sat down at the table where the computers and books were, sorting through the books and pulling out one that had a lot of images of things found and recreated of the old Nordic way of life. Opening it, he set it down on the table, then did a search on the computer for images of Norwegian cities and people. "A lot has changed, my friends." he murmured softly. "You would not recognize the world we live in now."
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Post by Hugin and Munin on May 13, 2013 4:14:54 GMT -5
The second computer caught Hugin's attention while their human friend used the first. He stepped forward more, an all-but-forgotten tendril snaking out of his right shoulder, seeking out a connection point on the computer. Once connected, he dove headfirst into the information stream. He sent what he found to his sister through their sibling bond, and within minutes the two of them had an understanding of the world of that day and age. "Much has indeed changed..." He spoke softly, using the newly-acquired knowledge of the English language to communicate.
Munin followed the connection her brother had found, spotting something that made her hiss in anger. "The war came here, too..."
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Post by Jazz on May 14, 2013 13:53:34 GMT -5
He watched the two birds, noting the tendril with curiosity. When the male spoke it surprised him, and he looked at the computer, watching the images flash by at incredible speed. When the female hissed, mentioning the war, he drew back slightly. "War?" he asked, looking at what the birds have found. "Wait, you mean the aliens? You know them?" he asked in surprise.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on May 20, 2013 13:13:18 GMT -5
: Munin nodded her head sadly. "We do...Their home was our home. They destroyed it. We could not hunt safely once it began, so we left..." She turned her head upward. "We found ourselves here. Humans named us, as we did not have names of our own. Perhaps, that is why the All-Father guided us here, so that we could learn who we were. We brought writings for the people, and watched them grow, as well as protected them. Then, one day, we needed to sleep. This place is not very abundant with Energon, which our bodies need. So, we left our bodies for a time, and journeyed back to Valhalla to report our deeds."
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Post by Jazz on May 20, 2013 18:00:26 GMT -5
He listened thoughtfully as Munin spoke, then looked to the images on the computer screen. Looking back to them, he reached out and gently touched one of them, stroking his back soothingly. "You're alone here, aren't you?" he asked softly, a note of sympathy in his voice. "I don't know anything of the others, the ones that came here, except that I think they're in America and apparently some are trying to protect us. I don't know if you would want to go to them, but..." he thought for a moment, considering certain possibilities. "Finding you here validates so much for our local history, of Odin and the other gods and our long held belief in them. For me especially, I had always believed. Since then we learned to harness and use electricity. I don't know if that's anything like what you need, but if it would help you, it's worth trying." he said to them. "If not, then we'll have to consider other options." he told them. He didn't want to send the birds away, they represented so much to him, his faith in the old ways, and his beliefs that others had mocked him for. But they were free willed beings and he knew that trying to keep them with him would be a selfish thing.
Jazz had been poking around the internet, idly looking for something interesting he could browse through. That was when he stumbled upon a blurry photo of two metallic birds that were surrounded by several humans in a wilderness kind of setting. The image piqued his interest and he searched intensively for a location source. As soon as he found the location listing, the whole entry, photo and all, vanished. He growled to himself, knowing who had deleted the info. But he had the location and was able to get the coordinates easily enough. He sighed and shook his head. "Come on, little ones, we got some rescuing to do before the Decepticons find them and kill them." he said to his host of tiny symbiotes as he headed for the ground bridge control room.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on May 20, 2013 18:54:51 GMT -5
The two ravens shook their heads. "We wanted nothing to do with their quarrelling then, and we will have nothing to do with it now." Hugin spoke firmly. "As for the electricity, it is worth trying. Otherwise, we will be forced to return to our slumber. Energon starvation is a slow, painful process." He disconnected from the computer. "We shall remain with you, at least for the time being. If our presence puts you in danger, however, we shall leave."
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Post by Jazz on May 20, 2013 19:57:33 GMT -5
The man nodded at that. "I'll make sure none of the others started posting photos of you on the internet. You should be safe here for now. I'm Eirik, Eirik Engelson." he told them and stood up. "You can look through the books I have here if you want, I'll be right back, okay?" he offered and stepped towards the tent entrance.
Eirik headed outside, leaving the two birds to settle in for now as they read through the various books of Norwegian history, culture, language, and mythology that had been his study texts over the years which had lead him to Archaeology. He went over to the others with a serious expression on his face. "I want to make sure no one's posting anything about the ravens. They don't want to be found and they're trusting me to keep them safe. So no posting photos or blogging about them anywhere, alright?" he told them firmly. He noted the guilty look on one man's face and he sighed. "You already did, didn't you..." he observed. The other man nodded and he stepped forward. "Take it down, now. They expressly stated they do not want to be found!" he urged and the other man started frantically searching on his phone for his posting to get it deleted.
"What gives you the right to tell us what to do, Eirik?" another man said darkly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Eirik turned and looked at the larger man. "They did. They chose me to speak for them because I believe in them, I hold to the old stories, unlike the rest of you. They chose me because I could speak to them." he snapped back sharply.
The taller man opened his mouth to protest when a swirling vortex of light opened up nearby and out came a silver car that skidded to a stop, the vortex closing behind it. The sudden appearance of the vehicle was startling enough, but then the car transformed into a 15 foot robot and that had most of the men scrambling for cover, all except Eirik. "No, oh no you don't." he growled and rushed to grab a pick axe, the only weapon he had at hand. "You're not wanted here, leave!" he snapped at the silver bot, putting himself between the newcomer and the tent where the two avian bots were.
"Hey, easy there big guy. I ain't gonna hurt anyone." Jazz tried to assure the volatile human as he crouched down in an attempt to try and make himself a lot less imposing. "I came to find the two Raptobots you found. They're vital to our world and I'm worried our enemies will come to destroy them. I saw the photo n followed it here. One of the Decepticons already knows of them and erased the info soon as I found it. Trust me, you don't want those guys comin' here lookin' for the bird bots. I can protect them, my friends and I." he said trying to diffuse the hostility. That was when panels on his chassis opened up and two of his tiny symbiotes flew out as others crawled out from under his armor. "Hey, you guys be careful, we don't know if those two are hungry or not!" he called out to the owl and falcon that flew straight for the tent.
((I combined two posts. I sent you a Skype message with details.))
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Post by Hugin and Munin on May 21, 2013 20:03:34 GMT -5
Both of them nodded their thanks, and each settled down in a different part of the tent, examining the books curiously before beginning to read, conversing with each other quietly though their link.
Hugin and Munin looked up from their readings at the start of the ruckus outside, beginning to make their way to the opening of the tent. Before they could leave, however, two tiny forms flew in, making them pause for a moment, before hissing in irritation. "Not even a micro-cycle awake and already they have found us." Hugin growled, stepping closer to the falcon and owl. "Begone!" He snapped, opening his wings and holding them out to his sides while standing up more, his pulse lasers unhindered by any part of his body. "Tell your master that we have no interest in serving him!"
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Post by Jazz on May 21, 2013 21:25:42 GMT -5
Nocturne and Sonata froze under the glare of the much larger avians, huddling together in fear. The owl chittered nervously as the falcon seemed to hover over his brother, shaking his head and huddling with the owl, letting out soft chirps, hoping the angry avians would understand they meant no harm.
Outside Jazz looked at the human who stood his ground, ready to defend the Raptobots with his own life. "I won't let you hurt them!" he snapped and swung the pick menacingly. But then Jazz sensed his symbiotes' fear and quickly moved past the human, after disarming the man so he wouldn't attack him from behind with such a painful looking weapon. He crouched down to look into the tent, and spotted his two symbiotes, huddled together and vented softly. "Hey, easy, it's okay. Just don't eat my little ones, okay?" he asked softly. "I ain't gonna hurt ya, I promise. I just, it's been so long since I saw any wild mechanimals... how'd you get here?" he asked, keeping himself low to the ground as he reached in and gently coaxed his frightened symbiotes into his hand as the other 8 peered out from his armor at the large Raptobots.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on May 22, 2013 9:44:02 GMT -5
Hugin snorted, folding his wings down slightly, while Munin spoke. "We survived, no thanks to any of your kind. We left by grabbing a leaving ship, and from there, Odin guided us here so that we might fulfill our duties as his messengers. We have no desire to join your squabbling. Take your 'little ones,' and leave us in peace. It is all we wanted to begin with, and it is all we still want."
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Post by Jazz on May 22, 2013 16:59:28 GMT -5
Jazz looked crestfallen at that, settling back a bit. "I... I'm sorry... we never wanted this..." he murmured softly. "Your kind suffered the worst because of Mmm... hhnnnn..." he flinched then, unable to even utter the tyrant's name, his free hand clutching the wicked scar that ran across his midsection. "We tried to protect all we could... but it was never enough... I'm sorry..." Jazz turned away then, trembling with the emotional effort to push down his own nightmares. His symbiotes looked to Jazz sadly and huddled in closer trying to comfort their stricken master, their father.
Outside, Eirik looked on, his heart going out to the poor mech. It was clear to him the silver bot had suffered much and deeply regretted whatever had happened long ago. He stayed quiet however, uncertain what if anything he could say to ease the bot's pain, let alone reassure him or the two ravens inside the tent, though he looked past Jazz's form to them, a pained look on his face.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on May 25, 2013 8:33:21 GMT -5
"Somebody wanted it." Hugin snorted. "Perhaps the war coming here is a sign that Ragnarok is coming. If it is, then we shall be ready to fight alongside the gods, and fight until we perish, and the doors of Valhalla open."
Munin stepped closer to Jazz, seeing the look on the mech's face, and tilted her head knowingly. "You suffer nightmares." She stated. Then, she spotted the scar. "You were chosen to leave Valhalla, and return to fight, and to have a chance to avenge your death."
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Post by Jazz on May 25, 2013 17:46:26 GMT -5
Jazz vented softly and looked over at the raven curiously, scanning the internet trying to decipher the strange terms they were using. Then he found it, old Norse mythology, and in scanning the data, realized what they meant. He nodded a bit, looking down at his scar. "I... died, twenty years ago... ripped in half..." he closed his optics and shuddered involuntarily at the memory. It took him a moment to steady himself again before he could continue. "I don't really remember much... just a sense of peace... like I was home... but something pulled me back n I woke up in agony just a couple months ago... I... I don't know how, but I ended up on a beach... somewhere... they found me there... my friends... took me to safety... repaired me..." He shook his head then, venting heavily for a moment trying not to break down. "When I woke up, they said there were these little, nodes, all over my laser core... no one knew what they were n... they tried to cut one off and all I felt was searing agony, then everything went dark... When I woke up again, they said the nodes couldn't be removed without killing me... couple weeks later, they burst open... then these guys came out of them..." he said softly, reaching up to touch his little symbiotes where they had gathered on his shoulders. "They spawned from my own chassis... don't know how or why... but... they're my little ones... my babies..." he whispered affectionately, and in response they huddled closer to him.
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Post by Hugin and Munin on May 25, 2013 17:49:04 GMT -5
Munin nodded. "A gift, for your suffering as you returned to life." Her blue optics watched him carefully, as if she was trying to gaze into him. "You do not speak of the visions that plague your dreams. It is unhealthy for such memories to be repressed and avoided. If you are not cautious, those memories may become your reality."
Hugin stepped to stand next to his sister. "Especially," he added. "When you have friends who worry."
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Post by Jazz on May 25, 2013 17:55:42 GMT -5
Jazz looked at them in surprise then, he had no idea how they could have known about the nightmares. He shook his head then and vented a sigh. "They're already reality... every slagging time I shutter my optics n try to recharge... he's there... tearing me apart..." he shuddered visibly and retreated from the memory, pushing it away again as if terrified of it, of the one who had so damaged him.
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