5th Copy // Video
[At first there is only noise- a soft whisper of wind, as though from high up, a rhythmic humming, and Cavil's suddenly-electronically-distorted voice]
You know Nautilus, back home people of my faith have a saying. "The Gods lift those who lift each other." Or, occasionally, themselves.
Well, guess what? I have been lifted.
[Now the video turns on, to reveal Cavil in his new biomechanical form, floating above the Northern District of Nautilus. It is a soft blue color, a metal construct with twelve long spokes radiating out horizontally from a central hub; six on top, six on the bottom. There are also eight shorter, thicker spokes interspersed between the larger ones in a similar configuration; these ones are angled about forty-five degrees upwards or downwards, depending on whether they're on the top or the bottom. Picture a cross between this, thing, this thing, and this thing, and you'll have a rough idea. Red oscillating optic sensors flash back and forth along the sides of each spoke, humming. The video shows a ropy metallic tendril snaking away from the communicator back to the main body; Cavil is using it to hold the communicator far enough away from himself to give everyone a good look at his new form. He's now maybe twice the size of Megatron in helicopter mode.]
It took me a few days to adjust, but overall, it's a nice change, I gotta say. No more worrying about blood pressure. No more wrinkles. No more knees popping whenever I stand up too fast. Now, I can just float up here and enjoy the view. And what a view it is! The world is so much more interesting when you can see in the electromagnetic spectrum.
Oh, and by the way. About that little attack you have coming up?
[There's an eerie whistling sound, and the camera turns to show a group of missiles with blue-white trails streaking downwards and slamming into a few of the abandoned buildings in the Northern District. The smoke and thunder from the explosions and subsequent collapsing are significant.]
I think I might be able and willing to help out a bit. If you'll have me, that is.
PRIVATE TO HATSUNE
Thank you. From the bottom of my... processor.
You know Nautilus, back home people of my faith have a saying. "The Gods lift those who lift each other." Or, occasionally, themselves.
Well, guess what? I have been lifted.
[Now the video turns on, to reveal Cavil in his new biomechanical form, floating above the Northern District of Nautilus. It is a soft blue color, a metal construct with twelve long spokes radiating out horizontally from a central hub; six on top, six on the bottom. There are also eight shorter, thicker spokes interspersed between the larger ones in a similar configuration; these ones are angled about forty-five degrees upwards or downwards, depending on whether they're on the top or the bottom. Picture a cross between this, thing, this thing, and this thing, and you'll have a rough idea. Red oscillating optic sensors flash back and forth along the sides of each spoke, humming. The video shows a ropy metallic tendril snaking away from the communicator back to the main body; Cavil is using it to hold the communicator far enough away from himself to give everyone a good look at his new form. He's now maybe twice the size of Megatron in helicopter mode.]
It took me a few days to adjust, but overall, it's a nice change, I gotta say. No more worrying about blood pressure. No more wrinkles. No more knees popping whenever I stand up too fast. Now, I can just float up here and enjoy the view. And what a view it is! The world is so much more interesting when you can see in the electromagnetic spectrum.
Oh, and by the way. About that little attack you have coming up?
[There's an eerie whistling sound, and the camera turns to show a group of missiles with blue-white trails streaking downwards and slamming into a few of the abandoned buildings in the Northern District. The smoke and thunder from the explosions and subsequent collapsing are significant.]
I think I might be able and willing to help out a bit. If you'll have me, that is.
PRIVATE TO HATSUNE
Thank you. From the bottom of my... processor.