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((Following awhile after this happened.))
Dreadnought: *The massive black feline mech pads through the door, then pauses with one forepaw raised and his ears perked as he realizes that this isn't the Autobot base. Soft brown optics take in his surroundings from under the molded Decepticon symbol on his forehead. He stands there for a moment, like some visual poem in black metal, then continues forward.* Murr?
Auspex: *looks up, blinks. An unusual visitor, indeed* Hello?
Dreadnought: *eee girlvoice! Pads over and looks at her with kitty interest, every line of his body begging for attention.*
Auspex: *chuckles softly, complies, scritching his head with a soft scrape of metal*
Dreadnought: *deep sigh as the contact helps him focus. His voice is a deeeep rumble.* Thanks.
Auspex: *she blinks again, with a puzzled smile and an amused tone* You're welcome, I suppose.
Dreadnought: *settles down with a soft whisper of metal so that he's laying like a sphynx as he looks around again and absently but soverygently bunts against her for more scritches* Where is this?
Auspex: *She continues petting him, from head to shoulders* This is my sanctuary; I am a servant of Primus. My name is Auspex. *she notes the emotional ache caused by physical pain, and frowns slightly at it*
Dreadnought: *The big feline rumbles with an equally big purr as he lays his head against her and half shutters his optics, though his ears twitch with surprise.* Primus isn't a curse?
Auspex: *raises a brow slightly. Oh dear... down to the very basics, then* Some use his name in that way, yes. But Primus is a person, who watches over us. In my universe, at least, he created our people, long ago. He lives at the core of Cybertron.
Dreadnought: *His ears flick back at this, and he lays his chin down on his paws to ponder this deeply as his purr rumbles to a stop. Tinges of frustration come from him, and a bit more of the pain, then a sudden, deep, 'oh slag' as he blinks.* We're in deep... uh... trouble.
Auspex: *her brow furrows in confusion* What is wrong?
Dreadnought: *Those oddly soft brown optics flick toward her as his concern grows.* We killed Cybertron.
Auspex: *sighs softly, resumes patting his head in reassurance* In some universes, Cybertron is all but destroyed... but Primus lives. He cannot be destroyed as easily as that.
Dreadnought: *Still full of concern and even dismay as he wonders just how mad this guy is capable of getting. But then he rememebers that there hasn't been anyone coming from out of the planet to extract vengeance and feels confused.*
Auspex: *senses the direction of his thoughts* Nor should you fear him. He watches over us, he does not harm us. He can be unhappy with us, but he loves the race he created, and calls us his children.
Why are you in pain? *she frowns in concern*
Dreadnought: *once wouldn't have been able to understand what she tells him about her master, but due to the intervention of a small silver mech comprehension dawns in his optics and his emotions. But then his ears flick with surprise* Huh?
Auspex: *tilts her head, puzzled* Which?
Dreadnought: *struggling to process as his confusion offlines his threads of thought, his muzzle wrinkled in a soundless snarl of concentration.*
Pain? *he finally manages in a slightly distorted voice.*
Auspex: *is taken aback, as the increased confusion also increases the pain* I am an empath. I can feel that you are in pain... are you having processor troubles?
Dreadnought: *more struggle, and some odd sounds as he tries to remember how to speak. Finally he makes a soft, deep, plaintive sound and once more lays his head against her pleadingly, asking for the contact that helps him relax enough to be sentient.*
Auspex: *frowns in concern, gently petting his head, definitely getting the idea* I'm sorry, I'm pushing your thought processes too fast. If you can answer it, how did you come to be this way?
Dreadnought: *shutters his optics and just snuggles against her for a moment as he does the equivilant of taking several deep breaths*
This shell isn't meant to be lived in. And the processor's been close to an EMP... thing. *he says at last, each word extracted slowly and painfully.*
Auspex: *hugs his neck carefully, sympathetically* I see... I think. *given his construction, and the practices in that universe...* You are a symbiont?
Dreadnought: *sigh* This... was my drone. So I could fit in places.
Auspex: *continues scritching, as she puzzles over this. She's not sure she understands what he means by the purpose this had, but it's not worth asking, really, if it causes pain to think* Your body is destroyed? *oh dear*
Dreadnought: *a more peaceful sigh as some of the pain fades* No. Just my main processor. The other shell's where Jazz buried it.
Auspex: *more concerned frowning* Surely, someone can do something about this? A processor upgrade, or a new shell?
Dreadnought: *slight spark of possessive anger, which smooths out quickly* No, this is my shell.... The other half just needs... yeah, processor.
Auspex: *rubs his head consolingly* I'm sorry, that sort of technology is foreign to me; I'm not sure how it works. Is Jazz, or anyone else, helping you with this?
Dreadnought: Jazz thinks I'm dead.
Auspex: Then... he doesn't realize this drone is a part of you, either? *oh, confusion..*
Dreadnought: He saw his creation with an EMP thing through the optic. Saw a cat break away from him. Movor knew the drone and told him I was Two. But Two is part of me.
Dreadnought: *The massive black feline mech pads through the door, then pauses with one forepaw raised and his ears perked as he realizes that this isn't the Autobot base. Soft brown optics take in his surroundings from under the molded Decepticon symbol on his forehead. He stands there for a moment, like some visual poem in black metal, then continues forward.* Murr?
Auspex: *looks up, blinks. An unusual visitor, indeed* Hello?
Dreadnought: *eee girlvoice! Pads over and looks at her with kitty interest, every line of his body begging for attention.*
Auspex: *chuckles softly, complies, scritching his head with a soft scrape of metal*
Dreadnought: *deep sigh as the contact helps him focus. His voice is a deeeep rumble.* Thanks.
Auspex: *she blinks again, with a puzzled smile and an amused tone* You're welcome, I suppose.
Dreadnought: *settles down with a soft whisper of metal so that he's laying like a sphynx as he looks around again and absently but soverygently bunts against her for more scritches* Where is this?
Auspex: *She continues petting him, from head to shoulders* This is my sanctuary; I am a servant of Primus. My name is Auspex. *she notes the emotional ache caused by physical pain, and frowns slightly at it*
Dreadnought: *The big feline rumbles with an equally big purr as he lays his head against her and half shutters his optics, though his ears twitch with surprise.* Primus isn't a curse?
Auspex: *raises a brow slightly. Oh dear... down to the very basics, then* Some use his name in that way, yes. But Primus is a person, who watches over us. In my universe, at least, he created our people, long ago. He lives at the core of Cybertron.
Dreadnought: *His ears flick back at this, and he lays his chin down on his paws to ponder this deeply as his purr rumbles to a stop. Tinges of frustration come from him, and a bit more of the pain, then a sudden, deep, 'oh slag' as he blinks.* We're in deep... uh... trouble.
Auspex: *her brow furrows in confusion* What is wrong?
Dreadnought: *Those oddly soft brown optics flick toward her as his concern grows.* We killed Cybertron.
Auspex: *sighs softly, resumes patting his head in reassurance* In some universes, Cybertron is all but destroyed... but Primus lives. He cannot be destroyed as easily as that.
Dreadnought: *Still full of concern and even dismay as he wonders just how mad this guy is capable of getting. But then he rememebers that there hasn't been anyone coming from out of the planet to extract vengeance and feels confused.*
Auspex: *senses the direction of his thoughts* Nor should you fear him. He watches over us, he does not harm us. He can be unhappy with us, but he loves the race he created, and calls us his children.
Why are you in pain? *she frowns in concern*
Dreadnought: *once wouldn't have been able to understand what she tells him about her master, but due to the intervention of a small silver mech comprehension dawns in his optics and his emotions. But then his ears flick with surprise* Huh?
Auspex: *tilts her head, puzzled* Which?
Dreadnought: *struggling to process as his confusion offlines his threads of thought, his muzzle wrinkled in a soundless snarl of concentration.*
Pain? *he finally manages in a slightly distorted voice.*
Auspex: *is taken aback, as the increased confusion also increases the pain* I am an empath. I can feel that you are in pain... are you having processor troubles?
Dreadnought: *more struggle, and some odd sounds as he tries to remember how to speak. Finally he makes a soft, deep, plaintive sound and once more lays his head against her pleadingly, asking for the contact that helps him relax enough to be sentient.*
Auspex: *frowns in concern, gently petting his head, definitely getting the idea* I'm sorry, I'm pushing your thought processes too fast. If you can answer it, how did you come to be this way?
Dreadnought: *shutters his optics and just snuggles against her for a moment as he does the equivilant of taking several deep breaths*
This shell isn't meant to be lived in. And the processor's been close to an EMP... thing. *he says at last, each word extracted slowly and painfully.*
Auspex: *hugs his neck carefully, sympathetically* I see... I think. *given his construction, and the practices in that universe...* You are a symbiont?
Dreadnought: *sigh* This... was my drone. So I could fit in places.
Auspex: *continues scritching, as she puzzles over this. She's not sure she understands what he means by the purpose this had, but it's not worth asking, really, if it causes pain to think* Your body is destroyed? *oh dear*
Dreadnought: *a more peaceful sigh as some of the pain fades* No. Just my main processor. The other shell's where Jazz buried it.
Auspex: *more concerned frowning* Surely, someone can do something about this? A processor upgrade, or a new shell?
Dreadnought: *slight spark of possessive anger, which smooths out quickly* No, this is my shell.... The other half just needs... yeah, processor.
Auspex: *rubs his head consolingly* I'm sorry, that sort of technology is foreign to me; I'm not sure how it works. Is Jazz, or anyone else, helping you with this?
Dreadnought: Jazz thinks I'm dead.
Auspex: Then... he doesn't realize this drone is a part of you, either? *oh, confusion..*
Dreadnought: He saw his creation with an EMP thing through the optic. Saw a cat break away from him. Movor knew the drone and told him I was Two. But Two is part of me.