[ intro post ]
WHO: Lugnut + OPEN
WHAT: Axiom Nexus welcomes yet another new arrival
WHERE: Zone 1, street outside Central Processing, for starters
WHEN: Now to Whenever
WARNINGS/NOTES: Semi-newbie = I may be slow...?
A world without Megatron is unthinkable.
Beyond unthinkable.
It cannot exist.
All other peripheral beings are but mere glints in His optics, and the universe would cease to be, would ceased to have been created in the first place, without His shining beacon guiding the True Way.
No Megatrons,
No Primes,
No Cosmic MacGuffins
& No Soliciting
{ by order of the Axiom Nexus tourism board }
Lugnut shook his head slowly back and forth, squinting and scanning for any additional data on all wave spectrums. This sign posted before him must obviously be in error. That was it: a regional colloquialism that he wasn't quite catching. The bit about 'No Primes' - well, of course, that made perfect sense…but to place the same ban on Megatron?
...Perhaps the announcement was in code...?
As Lugnut continued to concentrate his forward optic on the words before him, his four auxiliary ones scrutinized the surroundings. The street he stood on gave a view of a dark but light-splattered city sprawling in all directions, including upward, masking out any indication of sky or stars. It was much more colorful out here than inside the building he had awoken in, but every color was being misread in his visual array and every surface was covered in so much unnecessarily additional texture that he was certain it had to be feedback of some kind. His processor was already starting to ache from the surplus input - so much so that he almost willingly reentered the doorway that had just offered him this freedom.
It had been a strange and anti-climatic exit. Before having to resort to a more direct escape measure, his wardens had surprisingly complied with Lugnut's demands for discharge, with only a detached mutter of interest, but also no noticeable fear about their impending doom. But at least he was released from the perplexing Hall of Paperwork and had been wordlessly escorted out of the complex. However, now that he found himself free to go, he hadn't known what to do exactly, so he remained paused before this sign - which continued to hold his attention due to its inclusion of the grounding mention of Megatron.
And then a chilly thought occurred to him: what if this simple message did mean to convey the slanderous propaganda he had at first read it as? What sort of heathens wandered about freely in this strange city?
A righteous fury begin to well up inside of him even as his dual-clawed right servo folded back into itself, revealing a red indicator already counting down the charge to annihilation...
Lugnut would track down the ones responsible for such casual vandalism…and he vowed they would pay.
He walked forward to begin his quest, leaving a smoldering vertical crater behind where the sign (and the wall that had displayed it) had once stood.
WHAT: Axiom Nexus welcomes yet another new arrival
WHERE: Zone 1, street outside Central Processing, for starters
WHEN: Now to Whenever
WARNINGS/NOTES: Semi-newbie = I may be slow...?
A world without Megatron is unthinkable.
Beyond unthinkable.
It cannot exist.
All other peripheral beings are but mere glints in His optics, and the universe would cease to be, would ceased to have been created in the first place, without His shining beacon guiding the True Way.
No Megatrons,
No Primes,
No Cosmic MacGuffins
& No Soliciting
{ by order of the Axiom Nexus tourism board }
Lugnut shook his head slowly back and forth, squinting and scanning for any additional data on all wave spectrums. This sign posted before him must obviously be in error. That was it: a regional colloquialism that he wasn't quite catching. The bit about 'No Primes' - well, of course, that made perfect sense…but to place the same ban on Megatron?
...Perhaps the announcement was in code...?
As Lugnut continued to concentrate his forward optic on the words before him, his four auxiliary ones scrutinized the surroundings. The street he stood on gave a view of a dark but light-splattered city sprawling in all directions, including upward, masking out any indication of sky or stars. It was much more colorful out here than inside the building he had awoken in, but every color was being misread in his visual array and every surface was covered in so much unnecessarily additional texture that he was certain it had to be feedback of some kind. His processor was already starting to ache from the surplus input - so much so that he almost willingly reentered the doorway that had just offered him this freedom.
It had been a strange and anti-climatic exit. Before having to resort to a more direct escape measure, his wardens had surprisingly complied with Lugnut's demands for discharge, with only a detached mutter of interest, but also no noticeable fear about their impending doom. But at least he was released from the perplexing Hall of Paperwork and had been wordlessly escorted out of the complex. However, now that he found himself free to go, he hadn't known what to do exactly, so he remained paused before this sign - which continued to hold his attention due to its inclusion of the grounding mention of Megatron.
And then a chilly thought occurred to him: what if this simple message did mean to convey the slanderous propaganda he had at first read it as? What sort of heathens wandered about freely in this strange city?
A righteous fury begin to well up inside of him even as his dual-clawed right servo folded back into itself, revealing a red indicator already counting down the charge to annihilation...
Lugnut would track down the ones responsible for such casual vandalism…and he vowed they would pay.
He walked forward to begin his quest, leaving a smoldering vertical crater behind where the sign (and the wall that had displayed it) had once stood.