Now all I can do and all you can do...
IDW Drift
Drift is currently laying down on the berth, his mate curled up next to him in a deep recharge. The current query ping has left him restless, his processor flitting through memory files. His hands moved behind his head as he stared up at the gray ceiling, Drift could tell anyone his most vivid memory...the one that made his life take a 180 degree turn. He kept his thoughts internal so he did not disturb Perceptor's recharge, the poor bot worked himself too hard.
"It was quite a while ago, but the memory is as clear as ever. Turmoil had ordered us to land the ship on a planet in the Hydraxian system, we picked up an energy reading emanating from it, Energon. Being the Second-in-Command, Turmoil had me lead a team down to the surface to find the source of the signal and gather anything that we found.
What we found was something we never expected. The signal came from underground, caves scattered on the surface were actually tunnel openings to the city that lay underneath the surface. It was massive, an entire civilization underneath the surface of the planet. The beings that inhabited the place were Cybertronian, but factionless.
I was Deadlock, one mention of my name would send strong mechs running. I was...arrogant and cocksure in my abilities and strength, so I ordered my troops to attack. It should have been a standard operation, shoot up the place, kill some people, take what we wanted.
A fierce battle ensued. I had no trouble dodging blaster fire and killed quite a few mechs, just when things looked like they were going my way, they turned and fled. I thought that they had finally come to their senses and realized that they were just throwing their lives away by resisting us, that was not the case...they were merely making room."
A small moan interrupted his thoughts, Perceptor was shuffling around a bit in his sleep. Drift moved a hand from behind his head to gently pet the scientist's helm, which seemed to placate him. Drift smiled and then turned his gaze back up to the ceiling.
"A lone figure stepped out of some burning ruins, the mech was carrying what looked like a long weapon. When he got closer, I laughed. What could this person possibly do to him with a blunt stick? *chuckles* He did a lot actually. The crystal at the hilt of the 'stick' started to glow, which then caused a blade of energy to form on the blunt edge, effectively turning it into a sword. I still laughed and mocked him, I had guns, he wouldn't even be able to get near me before I shot him dead. The mech raised the sword up, the energy then crackled around it...and then he swung.
All I remember was a blue light headed at me...and then nothing.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to...agony. Sheer agony. My entire body felt like it was on fire, on fire and being stabbed everywhere with knives. I remember the screams, they were my own. I fell in and out of consciousness from the pain, the times I was conscious, I remember bright lights and hovering shadows, I could not focus my optics to see correctly. I was sure I was being held captive, possibly experimented on since everything hurt so much. That was also not the case.
It had to have been a month before I came around and was able to see shapes and forms clearly, my optics seemingly healed whatever damage they took. Oh, my body still hurt, quite badly, but less then when I had came to the first time...I could deal with it.
I was in an infirmary of some sort, tubes and wires ran in and out of my entire frame. Then 'he' showed up, the lone mech. I then thought that this was some sort of bad joke...or that I had died and my spark was sent to the Pit to be tortured for the rest of eternity. The mech then started to talk to me, he said that my troops had took off the moment that he struck me down. That didn't surprise me in the least, but the next thing he said did surprise me...he was aiming to kill me, but the sword chose not to. That, instead, it chose to destroy 87% of my armor. No wonder why everything hurt...
Now here I was thinking how a SWORD could possibly CHOOSE to not do something. The mech explained that the sword was their crowing achievement, it was the embodiment of their entire culture and way of living. It was something of a living weapon but only to the extent of the wielder's will, the sword chose the person who would be strong enough to use it's power. Being who I was at the time, I thought that the mech was spewing utter nonsense and didn't listen.
The sword was a mystical object to them, and the mech who wielded it was looked upon with great respect...anything that he said goes. What he did say was that I was to have my frame rebuilt, new armor, the works. I could hardly believe that they would willingly use their resources on a mech who's intent was to wipe them out and take their energon, but they did. The sword wielder saw something in me, something worthy enough of their kindness."
Drift felt Perceptor squirm against him again and he then realized just how tired he was, he shifted so that he could wrap his arms around his mate and pull him close.
"That was just the beginning of my entire change, there is so much more to this story but *yawns* I'm tired. The rest will be for another day."
He slowly fell into a deep recharge.
[[OOC: Since we do not know as of yet what exactly Drift's backstory entails until his miniseries is released, I am taking a lot of creative liberties with this. I also think his longsword does something totally awesome since he only uses it in 'dire circumstances', so again...creative liberties are being taken =3 Feel free to leave Drift a message while he's sleeping! He'll get back to you!
Oh, IDW Percy and him have sparkbonded FYI XD]]
Drift is currently laying down on the berth, his mate curled up next to him in a deep recharge. The current query ping has left him restless, his processor flitting through memory files. His hands moved behind his head as he stared up at the gray ceiling, Drift could tell anyone his most vivid memory...the one that made his life take a 180 degree turn. He kept his thoughts internal so he did not disturb Perceptor's recharge, the poor bot worked himself too hard.
"It was quite a while ago, but the memory is as clear as ever. Turmoil had ordered us to land the ship on a planet in the Hydraxian system, we picked up an energy reading emanating from it, Energon. Being the Second-in-Command, Turmoil had me lead a team down to the surface to find the source of the signal and gather anything that we found.
What we found was something we never expected. The signal came from underground, caves scattered on the surface were actually tunnel openings to the city that lay underneath the surface. It was massive, an entire civilization underneath the surface of the planet. The beings that inhabited the place were Cybertronian, but factionless.
I was Deadlock, one mention of my name would send strong mechs running. I was...arrogant and cocksure in my abilities and strength, so I ordered my troops to attack. It should have been a standard operation, shoot up the place, kill some people, take what we wanted.
A fierce battle ensued. I had no trouble dodging blaster fire and killed quite a few mechs, just when things looked like they were going my way, they turned and fled. I thought that they had finally come to their senses and realized that they were just throwing their lives away by resisting us, that was not the case...they were merely making room."
A small moan interrupted his thoughts, Perceptor was shuffling around a bit in his sleep. Drift moved a hand from behind his head to gently pet the scientist's helm, which seemed to placate him. Drift smiled and then turned his gaze back up to the ceiling.
"A lone figure stepped out of some burning ruins, the mech was carrying what looked like a long weapon. When he got closer, I laughed. What could this person possibly do to him with a blunt stick? *chuckles* He did a lot actually. The crystal at the hilt of the 'stick' started to glow, which then caused a blade of energy to form on the blunt edge, effectively turning it into a sword. I still laughed and mocked him, I had guns, he wouldn't even be able to get near me before I shot him dead. The mech raised the sword up, the energy then crackled around it...and then he swung.
All I remember was a blue light headed at me...and then nothing.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to...agony. Sheer agony. My entire body felt like it was on fire, on fire and being stabbed everywhere with knives. I remember the screams, they were my own. I fell in and out of consciousness from the pain, the times I was conscious, I remember bright lights and hovering shadows, I could not focus my optics to see correctly. I was sure I was being held captive, possibly experimented on since everything hurt so much. That was also not the case.
It had to have been a month before I came around and was able to see shapes and forms clearly, my optics seemingly healed whatever damage they took. Oh, my body still hurt, quite badly, but less then when I had came to the first time...I could deal with it.
I was in an infirmary of some sort, tubes and wires ran in and out of my entire frame. Then 'he' showed up, the lone mech. I then thought that this was some sort of bad joke...or that I had died and my spark was sent to the Pit to be tortured for the rest of eternity. The mech then started to talk to me, he said that my troops had took off the moment that he struck me down. That didn't surprise me in the least, but the next thing he said did surprise me...he was aiming to kill me, but the sword chose not to. That, instead, it chose to destroy 87% of my armor. No wonder why everything hurt...
Now here I was thinking how a SWORD could possibly CHOOSE to not do something. The mech explained that the sword was their crowing achievement, it was the embodiment of their entire culture and way of living. It was something of a living weapon but only to the extent of the wielder's will, the sword chose the person who would be strong enough to use it's power. Being who I was at the time, I thought that the mech was spewing utter nonsense and didn't listen.
The sword was a mystical object to them, and the mech who wielded it was looked upon with great respect...anything that he said goes. What he did say was that I was to have my frame rebuilt, new armor, the works. I could hardly believe that they would willingly use their resources on a mech who's intent was to wipe them out and take their energon, but they did. The sword wielder saw something in me, something worthy enough of their kindness."
Drift felt Perceptor squirm against him again and he then realized just how tired he was, he shifted so that he could wrap his arms around his mate and pull him close.
"That was just the beginning of my entire change, there is so much more to this story but *yawns* I'm tired. The rest will be for another day."
He slowly fell into a deep recharge.
[[OOC: Since we do not know as of yet what exactly Drift's backstory entails until his miniseries is released, I am taking a lot of creative liberties with this. I also think his longsword does something totally awesome since he only uses it in 'dire circumstances', so again...creative liberties are being taken =3 Feel free to leave Drift a message while he's sleeping! He'll get back to you!
Oh, IDW Percy and him have sparkbonded FYI XD]]