*sigh*
It looks as though I missed rather a lot while I was away!
Not least, a major tactical shift. Ironic that it was only a couple of posts ago that I gave raisedbymoogles the following answer:
"5. Under what circumstances do you think any kind of truce with the Autobots could be reached?
*unhesitatingly* If we all faced something that needed killing more than they do."
...and I come back to find an anti-fangirl truce in place. Strange how the universe works. When I answered that question, the pictures in my imagination were of epic threats and galaxy-spanning dangers, monsters on the scale of Unicron or Tornedron - dangers that might leave nothing of our worlds or our way of life standing at all if we could not overcome them. And I was laughing to myself even as the thought crossed my mind. Anything in creation that can be fought, the Decepticons can defeat!
That was before it occurred to me that there are dangers one cannot, precisely, fight. These organic females - they are not warriors, they have no defences, I could snap them between my fingers. And yet somehow, the ordering of the universe is such as to make them seemingly invulnerable to all harm regardless of what they do, and...
*growls quietly, frustrated*
I am Cyclonus of the Decepticons, second only to Galvatron. I do not boast when I say that I can outfight all but a handful of Transformers living and outfly any without exception. From the moment I was sparked to existence my life has been wrath, and fire, and war, and death.
I have battled ghosts and monsters and demons from the depths and lived to tell the tale. I have braved the wrath of Unicron for the sake of duty and walked away unscathed. I have flown in battle against odds of a hundred to one, and I flinched not nor turned aside. Until a very few days ago, I would have told you that I did not know the meaning of fear.
However, to the best of my recollection I have never faced anything more supremely terrifying than this miniature wolfpack of organics obsessed with me and the rest of my kind. These creatures can interfere with us with impunity, and that makes me afraid. It is not good to find myself being climbed on, played with, teased, made the butt of their jokes and innuendoes, and to be forced to set my gears and endure it by some power I cannot comprehend. I am too proud to be forced to live with shame I cannot avenge! And if it pains me for myself, then it burns me alive to watch my lord Galvatron forced to endure the same if not worse!
And I cannot even fight them.
So, peace of sorts with the Autobots and try not to make matters worse, it is, then. *sighs* At least these creatures die before we do. Wait long enough and all of this will be nothing more than a humiliating memory.
Over and out,
~Cyclonus~
Not least, a major tactical shift. Ironic that it was only a couple of posts ago that I gave raisedbymoogles the following answer:
"5. Under what circumstances do you think any kind of truce with the Autobots could be reached?
*unhesitatingly* If we all faced something that needed killing more than they do."
...and I come back to find an anti-fangirl truce in place. Strange how the universe works. When I answered that question, the pictures in my imagination were of epic threats and galaxy-spanning dangers, monsters on the scale of Unicron or Tornedron - dangers that might leave nothing of our worlds or our way of life standing at all if we could not overcome them. And I was laughing to myself even as the thought crossed my mind. Anything in creation that can be fought, the Decepticons can defeat!
That was before it occurred to me that there are dangers one cannot, precisely, fight. These organic females - they are not warriors, they have no defences, I could snap them between my fingers. And yet somehow, the ordering of the universe is such as to make them seemingly invulnerable to all harm regardless of what they do, and...
*growls quietly, frustrated*
I am Cyclonus of the Decepticons, second only to Galvatron. I do not boast when I say that I can outfight all but a handful of Transformers living and outfly any without exception. From the moment I was sparked to existence my life has been wrath, and fire, and war, and death.
I have battled ghosts and monsters and demons from the depths and lived to tell the tale. I have braved the wrath of Unicron for the sake of duty and walked away unscathed. I have flown in battle against odds of a hundred to one, and I flinched not nor turned aside. Until a very few days ago, I would have told you that I did not know the meaning of fear.
However, to the best of my recollection I have never faced anything more supremely terrifying than this miniature wolfpack of organics obsessed with me and the rest of my kind. These creatures can interfere with us with impunity, and that makes me afraid. It is not good to find myself being climbed on, played with, teased, made the butt of their jokes and innuendoes, and to be forced to set my gears and endure it by some power I cannot comprehend. I am too proud to be forced to live with shame I cannot avenge! And if it pains me for myself, then it burns me alive to watch my lord Galvatron forced to endure the same if not worse!
And I cannot even fight them.
So, peace of sorts with the Autobots and try not to make matters worse, it is, then. *sighs* At least these creatures die before we do. Wait long enough and all of this will be nothing more than a humiliating memory.
Over and out,
~Cyclonus~