#shadowofthespark

[thesilverseeker]

{ OOC }

I have come to realize that my inactivity on this blog will not cease anytime soon, so I have decided to withdraw this blog as well as forgedwrecker from the Shadow of the Spark roleplay group. You all deserve a Starscream and an Ultra Magnus who are, as Star once said, "able and alert," and I can be neither of those things with my up-coming workload.

Below the cut I will discuss what shall happen to this blog next, as well as my apologies to whom I owe them.

First, I would like to offer my apologies to those within the group, as well as specific individuals. I am letting you down, I know, and I know also that you will now be faced with the task of finding another Starscream and Ultra Magnus roleplayer, and I am so sorry for you putting you through that. But, I am more sorry for my inability to be there when you needed me -- thus is the reasoning behind my expulsion. I am sorry to Armor, for leading you on in a ship I could not complete, and for how my withdrawal will make you feel in general. I owe my apologies also to Megsy, for any stress I caused you throughout my term as Starscream. I would also like to apologize to Opi, because I have not been able to be there for you in the way you wanted, and that I'm forcing more stress and work upon you by leaving. Again, I would like to apologize to the group as a whole, and any individuals within it, that I have made feel upset or in any way slighted by my actions. I am still open to RPing with any of you, if you wish to.

Now, for what I plan to do with this blog now that I'm no longer attached to the SotS group.

As of right now, I have no muse for Starscream, nor have I had one for several months. I will continue to reblog images and keep track of what is happening on his dashboard, and occasionally I will do some roleplay-esque things with those who would like to. I will be setting up a new main universe for him, which will either consist of his leadership before Megatron's return to Earth, or the events following Predacons Rising. Whichever one I do not do, there will be a 'verse set up to interact with. I will be fully instating my 'verses page, so that you may interact with Starscream at any point in his timeline during, before, or after canon timelines.

As for my Ultra Magnus blog, I currently have neither plans nor the muse for him. It may be months before I return to that blog, though I do plan to post images and keep track of his dashboard on occasion.

Because of time limits, work, and school, I will not be here very often, but I love you all and hope you all will continue to stay with me in my journey, regardless of my spotty content at this time. It has been an amazing two-and-a-half years, and I thank all of you for contributing to it and helping to lend to Starscream's story, as I hope we shall continue to do into the future!

[notthefinish]

New Patients

Knock Out made is way to the space bridge with some of the others, remarking to himself as some of their guests relative shortness. At least he didn't feel so short now.

The group looked, foreign. And not just like strangers just, strange to his optics. Much sharper edges, and colorful rich pain jobs. These mech really didn't hold back when they chose the schemes! Well at least the leaders didn't. Somehow this make Knock Out feel better about the guests.

But then as to why he wanted to see them. They were new to the ship and as a medic, he would need to have them on the ships system. Though he would prefer the lot do it soon, there was no harm in approaching them individually later on. They were apparently going to be on their ship for some time.

Knock Out then remembered something, possible useful in getting some of the mechs to approach him as well were he not to go right up to them. Though giving the lot nothing more then a passing greeting he made his way back to his most prominent, and still hanging announcements about checkups. Taking a pen to his fliers he scribbled into the blank space at the bottom.

'Guests should be examined for any harmful transfers from other universes as soon as they are able'. 

"That should do it! Now lets see if this bunch is any more cooperative then the lot that live on the ship!" Seemingly proud of his little edit, the red mech continued to do the same to several of the remaining fliers.

Perhaps he'd approach the strangers later, no need to overwhelm the bunch.

[flightdefender]

Attention: Nemesis Residents

{{ It is my honor to announce that, along with the foreign Tarn, there are now six more visitors from another universe aboard the warship:

Megatron - Note: Please refer to him as "Sir," rather than "Lord."

Optimus Prime

Scattorshot

Thunderblast

Thundercracker

Wing Saber

{{ They are here to assist in our efforts to repair the warship and to install both the cloaking and warp systems. Please do all you can make their stay comfortable, and assist them in any way you are able. While they have been given a tour of the ship, they may not know their way around. Commanders Megatron and Optimus Prime will be staying in the Command-level quarters, while all the others are stationed in the Autobot sectors. }}

{{ Furthermore, if you have any questions about how you can aid in the repairs of the ship, or help our company, please see either myself, Soundwave, Starscream, or Ultra Magnus for further details. }}

[notthefinish]

Knock Out's new hobby was consuming much of his time, leaving much less time for mischief. Tiny cars littered his workspace and many gutted and half finished controllers joined them. His attempts at making a mech sized controller that could be easily shifted from one little car to another was proving a more , tedious project then he anticipated. None the less he had finally come on to something, now though it was time to make it fit perfectly in his servos. the guts finished, the outside was what was driving the racer batty.

"Come now its a toy! It cannot be this difficult to design a remote control for such a simple earth toy!" He nearly threw the darn thing but realized if he did that he would have to start over completely. Deciding against violence he sneered at it then started toying with his little device once again.

A strange loud buzz barely rousted the mech from his focus, but the booming voice of his lord suddenly coming over the comm lines nearly had him jump out of his plating. That was NOT something he was expecting.

"Megatron?" Questioning to the air as he crain his neck over to see the nearest monitor. "It is Megatron, but what..." This was not good. Nothing about what was happening was good. Megatron look strange, he was speaking nonsense about Unicron, and all of this was beginning to terrify him.

Well, beginning no, he was already terrified of Unicron. Just knowing His lord was Unicrons herald? No, this was not going to go well. Abandoning the toys Knock Out set to work. There would need to be plenty of supplies in the medbay, and lots of open berths. Whatever was happening, He felt that they may soon be needing them.

[flightdefender]

[ reference ]

Day after day, the scientist had been making the frustrating trek down through the bowels of the Nemesis to the main engines, blasting away any Terrorcons that dared cross his path. There were preparations that needed to be made before the cloaking systems could be installed, and their allies from abroad could be called upon once more. Shielding systems required testing, engines needed reworking and repairs, and oddly enough, the only one willing to go down and get to work was Skyfire.

It was simple enough work, of course. A few tweaks here and there, some notes made on a datapad and stored away for later, some parts removed and replaced with others he had "found" around the ship--he did not exactly understand why such upgrades had been put off when the materials were already on-hand, but he paid it no mind. As long as there was work to be done, and there were willing servos, Skyfire was certain that the ship would be prepared for everything it required to keep those aboard safe.

One particular evening, however, he hesitated before leaving the lift. It was not the stench of rotting frames and dried energon that caused his momentary pause, however; he had gotten used to such sights and scents, and they barely registered anymore. No, it was something in the air, something deep within his subconscious begging him to return to the upper levels of the ship, to take a break from this tired old routine. Anterior wings flexed and fluttered anxiously as he mulled over the obscure thoughts. Never one to question his own instincts, the scientist was mildly concerned. Just what could possibly go wrong, and why had he never felt such a feeling before? 

The Nemesis was home now, it was a haven from the threats outside, somewhere safe to lay his helm at night. Sure, the endless stream of Terrorcons was a bit annoying, but they were far from harmful. Perhaps it was just exhaustion calling him back to berth, urging him to take a well-deserved break.

[ After this last check, ] he told himself, stepping from the lift and resuming his stroll down the hall. [ Once this is through, I will return to my quarters and finally rest for a bit. Perhaps I will even stop by Wheeljack's quarters and take him up on that odd brew he had promised. ]

Upon reaching the doors to the engine bay, time seemed to stand still. A passcode was entered, far more slowly than normal. The doors slid open micron by micron, inch by inch. An explosion rang through the scientist's audials, flames pouring fourth from the doors. Nearly four hundred tons of shuttle was flung down the hallway, wings scraping and sliding across the floor as the frame eventually screeched to a halt hundreds of feet away. Pristine white plating was now coated black, smoke and flames surrounding him the dazed and damaged scientist.

Stasis lock crept in and overtook Skyfire, but not before a single message was able to pass through his communication lines:

{{ O-op...timu...s... th..ere is... a... p...r... obl...em... }}

[usurperspark]

RP: Through the Looking Glass

And it was written that an army of angels threw the prideful spirit from heaven, and upon Earth, the usurper fell.

Smoke billowed against blackened, starless sky as the sterling mech sat dazed among the wreckage, blinded by his own fervor. In the darkness, red lights flashed their warnings as a voice drawled the damages the carrier vessel had sustained in its violent landing. Self-diagnostics scrawled across his vision, and though he was injured, such wounds were not fatal.

To the cosmos, a distress beacon flared, spiraling its encrypted code into the atmosphere. Were there anyone on this desolate planet--Earth he had believed it to be called--someone would soon know. 

From the crashed ship, Megatron stumbled, cold cerulean scouring the shadows. Alone he had come so that he might prepare the way for others, so that he might make allies among anyone who lurked here.

With a static cackle, commlink surged to life, and across the open bandwiths he commanded: {{ Decepticons, if any of you remain upon this world, you will know your rightful leader has returned. }}

Heavenwards, Megatron looked.

Waiting.

Watching.