#scion!rigel

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M!A Reference:

Height: 6 meters (21′)

Altihexan Volante build

Scion of Primus, Sabri 

Weapon: Bowstaff (literally both a bow and a staff) 

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heligooddealsanswered:

“Yeah?” She turns, expecting to find the youngling who stood just under her waistline entering the office. Instead there was a mech, one who roughly measured halfway up her chassis, standing in the doorway with a sheepish smile and unmistakable features.

Blackguard ‘frowns’ and tightens her grip on her datapad. “What happened?” She asks accusingly, setting the datapad down on her desk and marching up to the child. “Why are you so big? Where did you get these upgrades? Who gave you these upgrades?” The questions come out rapidly as hands busy themselves with moving the cloth wrapped around his frame, giving her a full view of the new look.

“Ah-Uh, wait--” He held up his servos in an attempt to placate the older bot, only to have his form turned and inspected, his cloak removed with urgency to reveal the glyphs that ran down his chest and arms. “Lemme-”

Her questions were valid and the anxiety that he had sought to calm only heightened. “Blackguard, hold on-” And then she paused in her questions. Immediately he put his hands atop her forearms and smiled reassuringly, “I do actually outgrow my femme frame. You gave me the upgrades sometime after we got around to finding your Universe’s Cybertron, and had a mech named Flux finalize the surgery.” Sabri beams up at her in awe of just how young she looked in the present. Past. They were probably only a handful vorn apart in age.

“I’m fine. It’s... Anonymous Magic,” he added for good measure. 

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@fire-fxrged answered:

The old fane appears to be crumbling in on itself, and yet, it still stands on its own somehow in blatant defiance of age, spitting in the face of time. Bioluminescent creepers girdle its cracked walls and pillars, arching over the entrance that is easily a hundred feet tall. It’s nearly pitch black within the ancient temple’s walls. The mist that froths in the breeze outside seems to somehow permeate within the structure, floating with an almost unnatural stillness over the cracked marble and stone floor. The halls are empty besides the occasional evidence of others – hastily (and some not so hastily) made altars line the walls, inundated with gifts and tribute, most gruesome in nature. At the head of the main congregation hall, there stands a cracked and crumbling statue of Primus Himself, arms outstretched inwelcome to those who approach it. But the stone is stained a dark, foreboding blue, the blue of dried spilled energon, and the wrists of the effigy are bound in heavy chain. It seems as though no one is home, but someone is. And that someone is watching.

A unforgiving groan bounced off the hollow walls when the mech dared scoot through the entryway, cursing the way his action disturbed the smothering silence; Stealth was not on his side today, it would seem. Against the deep purple and dark hues that saturated the temple, his pale paint turned ruddy, only the glyphs daring to retain their brilliance and he hurriedly covered them with his cloak. This was a dammed place... As was evident by the marred icon at it’s head.

Just a quick peek, he told himself, clutching his stave closer and taking light steps so as not to bring too much more attention to himself as he snaked through the pillars that lined the temple. There was something about the presence that hovered about him that he remembered from hazy days of his youth.

But where did he know this? His thoughts were distracted by his pede catching a length of chain and the loud ruckus that followed as he dragged it across the stone floor.

“Slaggit!”

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Worried chattering at @seeker-nightfall.

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the-lord-of-light answered:

The one to answer this time wasn’t the usual Avatar from the mech’s. For reasons unknown even to the deity himself, it was Primus that responded. The deity had become more active in appearing as himself or a representation he had grown fond of.

Hearing the voice, the deity came into view. That voice didn’t match up to any that he could immediately recall. Once he saw that yellow frame, Primus’ soft blue optics blinked.

It couldn’t be…

“… Rigel?

Sabri moved through the dimly lit room, easing the door closed behind him, but he immediately paused when the frame rattling voice called to him softly. That wasn’t Prophet.

“Allfather,” he answered carefully, turning to give a sheepish smile and bowed helm to the figure that had manifested itself before him. “I would have gone though more proper means had I known I’d invoke your presence. Hi!”

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Double Visions

He’d made it to the Space Bridge and entered the coordinates that had been given to him the night before with little fuss; Only minor bending of wills and realities used with extreme care. The mech on the other side of his portal needed him, and he was determined to get to the heart of his bizarre mission sooner rather than later.

The golden clad bot strode through the bridge with conviction, peering through the swirling light cautiously to see if the coast was clear before hurriedly closing the portal. It was like stepping out of one ship and into another... Which is exactly what had happened. Only rather than above a planet, this one was stationary and at a port, and was far less inhabited than the previous.

Drawing in a breath, he opened the communications line once more:

:: @mightymegatron, if you have a moment, sir. ::

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That’s a definite yes on landing in the wrong Nemesis. If he’s lucky he can squeak by the Warships’ defenses and to the Bridge without causing too much of a scene. 

At least until he’s made it to where he’s intending on going, then he can poke around this timeline.

Don’t mind him, good Eradicon folk. He’s... Just going to take a stroll.

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crystallized-metal answered:

When he said that, Starflare had to whip her head around, having just passed the taller mecha.

“Do I know you?”

Sabri leaned on his stave as she turned to address him, quirking a smile that was only missing a chip in his top dentae plate to mirror his younger self. “In some capacity, fer’sure,” he answered with a nod. “And for just a moment, I’m going to bask in the fact that I’m actually taller than you for a change.”