[Trees were becoming close to ideal these days, especially the ones in the Nexus forest - they were tall, and sturdy, with thick branches that he could sprawl and stretch on without ever worrying if it would hold his weight. They made ideal places to rest and recharge, and they satisfied his beast mode's itching urge to climb things. They were also becoming wonderful places from which to watch the show unfold as far as the Nexus was concerned. This mech was obviously of his universe, or ... close enough anyway, tilting his head curiously as he regarded the... mixed-breed. He didn't recognize him, and he felt he would remember a mech of such ... unique design. The American Indian motif was particularly interesting to him for some reason
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Startled, Silverbolt looks around for the voice who has spoken to him, searching for a robot or a Cybertronian in an obvious beast form. He catches sight of the gorilla, but dismisses it at first as too ordinary-looking to be worth his attention. Only when he can't find any other mech on his scanners do his optics return to the gorilla and he watches it thoughtfully. Optimus Primal looked like a generic gorilla before he became a transmetal. And that voice... is it not familiar, even on the unfamiliar body?
Hello friend he says tentatively, looking right at the gorilla.
[He offers what he hopes is a reassuring smile towards the mech before he swings down from his branch and drops to the ground with a small grunt upon impact. He stands upright, resting his hands on his hips and trying not to look intimidating to the mech who was already rather frazzled by his awakening.]
My apologies, it's rude of me to stay above you like that.
[He casts a glance over the mech's form from a closer view... so much for that whole 'blending into your surroundings' thing their kind was most notable for...between blue metallic cheetahs with jets, rats with wheels, and now a wolf with wings, 'incognito' was obviously no longer a term they were familiar with.]
I didn't mean to startle you, but you're looking a little lost... Did you just arrive?
This wolf's wings twitch in surprise as the gorilla swings down and lands right in front of him. His eyes widen. At the question, he knows he should feel wary, not knowing the stranger's identity. But he exudes such an aura of warmth and safety, it seems impossible not to trust him. And is it just wishful thinking, or does he truly feel familiar?
I was in the middle of the time storm, watching helplessly as Megatron sought to murder the Autobots in their recharge and change the past... And then I awoke here. He nods gracefully. You could say I'm a little lost, indeed. He makes a small pause. My name is Silverbolt. And then, taking a chance with the unfamiliar mech, he adds I'm a Maximal.
The Autobots...? [He stares a long moment, brow furrowed in thought... Cheetor had mentioned something about Earth when he had arrived, though he'd initially dismissed its mention... and this mech was telling him of the Autobots... in recharge? Changing the past... Earth, Autobots... He draws a breath and scrubs a hand over his face... the others said he'd come back to life in their time... he only hoped he was there to stop Megatron...]
That's... indeed troubling circumstances...
[The designation was familiar, but only because he'd recently met another Silverbolt, the Aerial commander. He certainly didn't recall a mech from his own time with such a name, but visibly relaxes when he admits his allegiance.]
Wonderful. I was feeling a bit outnumbered here. [A small laugh and he extends his hand in greeting] My name is Optimus Primal, Captain of the ship Axalon and apparent leader of a rag-tag group of Maximal explorers. It's wonderful to meet you, Silverbolt.
[Silverbolt gapes at the gorilla - Optimus Primal, indeed! - barely daring to believe his good fortune that he didn't have to seek him out at all. Primus is smiling on them! Yet at the same time, he is utterly dumbfounded by the change to his leader. How could he not have recognized him right away? Of course he is Optimus... He just has to look into his eyes, so different, but still shining with the goodness of Optimus' spark. But it is so strange, to actually see the change in his frame!
He smiles and takes Optimus' hand, shaking it.] It is good to see you again, sir! You look different than before... like I was told you looked before the Vos... [Suddenly, he is a bit uncertain once more, feeling awkward to be reunited with Optimus when he's a stranger to him.] You don't remember me? I was one of the protoforms aboard the Axalon and have been a part of your crew.
[He chuckles lightly, patting the mech's hand reassuringly as he releases his grip]
So I've been told. Strangely enough one of the first questions I received from the Preds was what I look like. According to Inferno, I'm currently over fifteen feet tall, orange and blue, and can turn into a tank and a jet, plus my root and beast modes. [Laughs softly, shaking his head] Primus, the imaginations on some mechs. Though this is Inferno we're talking about...
[He regards the mech curiously, thinking] Well, that depends on your original designation... the crew all assumed new names to fit their beast modes. Chances are, when we finally return to Cybertron, they'll either keep their names or resume their original designations. Besides... [He glances around the forest with a wry sort of grin] it's not as if I have access to the roster right now. I do apologize, Silverbolt, I just don't recall a mech of your build and designation from ... well... before I died.
(OOC: Just saw Cheetor's comment, wanna merge these two threads and continue there?)
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[He gapes at the gorilla, trying and failing to picture the robot Inferno describes to him.] Fifteen feet tall, you say? I can't even imagine that such a large mech could exist, outside of the historical recordings! [He shakes his head, bemused.] Like you said, it is Inferno... He's a very odd mech, tough not as odd anymore as he was back... home. I met him before, maybe you saw us. He spoke a lot about Autobots and Decepticons and a truce.
I don't know my former designation. [His wings droop a bit and he frowns slightly.] I have retained no memories of anything before I awoke in the stasis pod. We haven't been able to figure out which pod belonged to which name on the crew roster. I suppose it does not matter... I have retained everything that is truly important. I still have my sense of honor and right and wrong.
[Trees were becoming close to ideal these days, especially the ones in the Nexus forest - they were tall, and sturdy, with thick branches that he could sprawl and stretch on without ever worrying if it would hold his weight. They made ideal places to rest and recharge, and they satisfied his beast mode's itching urge to climb things. They were also becoming wonderful places from which to watch the show unfold as far as the Nexus was concerned. This mech was obviously of his universe, or ... close enough anyway, tilting his head curiously as he regarded the... mixed-breed. He didn't recognize him, and he felt he would remember a mech of such ... unique design. The American Indian motif was particularly interesting to him for some reason ( ... )
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Startled, Silverbolt looks around for the voice who has spoken to him, searching for a robot or a Cybertronian in an obvious beast form. He catches sight of the gorilla, but dismisses it at first as too ordinary-looking to be worth his attention. Only when he can't find any other mech on his scanners do his optics return to the gorilla and he watches it thoughtfully. Optimus Primal looked like a generic gorilla before he became a transmetal. And that voice... is it not familiar, even on the unfamiliar body?
Hello friend he says tentatively, looking right at the gorilla.
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[He offers what he hopes is a reassuring smile towards the mech before he swings down from his branch and drops to the ground with a small grunt upon impact. He stands upright, resting his hands on his hips and trying not to look intimidating to the mech who was already rather frazzled by his awakening.]
My apologies, it's rude of me to stay above you like that.
[He casts a glance over the mech's form from a closer view... so much for that whole 'blending into your surroundings' thing their kind was most notable for...between blue metallic cheetahs with jets, rats with wheels, and now a wolf with wings, 'incognito' was obviously no longer a term they were familiar with.]
I didn't mean to startle you, but you're looking a little lost... Did you just arrive?
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This wolf's wings twitch in surprise as the gorilla swings down and lands right in front of him. His eyes widen. At the question, he knows he should feel wary, not knowing the stranger's identity. But he exudes such an aura of warmth and safety, it seems impossible not to trust him. And is it just wishful thinking, or does he truly feel familiar?
I was in the middle of the time storm, watching helplessly as Megatron sought to murder the Autobots in their recharge and change the past... And then I awoke here. He nods gracefully. You could say I'm a little lost, indeed. He makes a small pause. My name is Silverbolt. And then, taking a chance with the unfamiliar mech, he adds I'm a Maximal.
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The Autobots...? [He stares a long moment, brow furrowed in thought... Cheetor had mentioned something about Earth when he had arrived, though he'd initially dismissed its mention... and this mech was telling him of the Autobots... in recharge? Changing the past... Earth, Autobots... He draws a breath and scrubs a hand over his face... the others said he'd come back to life in their time... he only hoped he was there to stop Megatron...]
That's... indeed troubling circumstances...
[The designation was familiar, but only because he'd recently met another Silverbolt, the Aerial commander. He certainly didn't recall a mech from his own time with such a name, but visibly relaxes when he admits his allegiance.]
Wonderful. I was feeling a bit outnumbered here. [A small laugh and he extends his hand in greeting] My name is Optimus Primal, Captain of the ship Axalon and apparent leader of a rag-tag group of Maximal explorers. It's wonderful to meet you, Silverbolt.
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[Silverbolt gapes at the gorilla - Optimus Primal, indeed! - barely daring to believe his good fortune that he didn't have to seek him out at all. Primus is smiling on them! Yet at the same time, he is utterly dumbfounded by the change to his leader. How could he not have recognized him right away? Of course he is Optimus... He just has to look into his eyes, so different, but still shining with the goodness of Optimus' spark. But it is so strange, to actually see the change in his frame!
He smiles and takes Optimus' hand, shaking it.] It is good to see you again, sir! You look different than before... like I was told you looked before the Vos... [Suddenly, he is a bit uncertain once more, feeling awkward to be reunited with Optimus when he's a stranger to him.] You don't remember me? I was one of the protoforms aboard the Axalon and have been a part of your crew.
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[He chuckles lightly, patting the mech's hand reassuringly as he releases his grip]
So I've been told. Strangely enough one of the first questions I received from the Preds was what I look like. According to Inferno, I'm currently over fifteen feet tall, orange and blue, and can turn into a tank and a jet, plus my root and beast modes. [Laughs softly, shaking his head] Primus, the imaginations on some mechs. Though this is Inferno we're talking about...
[He regards the mech curiously, thinking] Well, that depends on your original designation... the crew all assumed new names to fit their beast modes. Chances are, when we finally return to Cybertron, they'll either keep their names or resume their original designations. Besides... [He glances around the forest with a wry sort of grin] it's not as if I have access to the roster right now. I do apologize, Silverbolt, I just don't recall a mech of your build and designation from ... well... before I died.
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[He gapes at the gorilla, trying and failing to picture the robot Inferno describes to him.] Fifteen feet tall, you say? I can't even imagine that such a large mech could exist, outside of the historical recordings! [He shakes his head, bemused.] Like you said, it is Inferno... He's a very odd mech, tough not as odd anymore as he was back... home. I met him before, maybe you saw us. He spoke a lot about Autobots and Decepticons and a truce.
I don't know my former designation. [His wings droop a bit and he frowns slightly.] I have retained no memories of anything before I awoke in the stasis pod. We haven't been able to figure out which pod belonged to which name on the crew roster. I suppose it does not matter... I have retained everything that is truly important. I still have my sense of honor and right and wrong.
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