#thatdecepticonprime

[break-downn]

+ (1) Wants to talk.

Breakdown was currently in his alt mode driving to no where in particular, he just had to drive around every now and then to clear his helm. Sometimes it didn’t help and sometimes it made his situation worse, right now it seemed to be helping even though it was only slightly. He had to stop after a few minutes though and after making sure no humans were around he changed back to bot mode, he thought he heard something odd.

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[thatdecepticonprime]

The Reunion

Closed Starter with @optimaprime88 Dreadwing Prime had been wandering around a desolate version of the Planet Cybertron. He had tried and failed, once more, to stop just one war. No matter what the Prime did, he always failed. It had been years upon years since he had last seen any of his family. He did not want them to see just how far he had Fallen. The Prime had even tried to unite versions of Optimus and Megatron against him, but it always ended up with one killing the other. Nothing worked and he was exhausted. Utterly and irrevocably exhausted. His optics now were stuck on their cold, unfeeling crimson. His frame had so many gashes and holes in it that it was honestly a small miracle that he had not already bled out. His energy levels were nearly depleted, but he could still fight. If he needed to he could still use most, if not all, of his powers to destroy anyone that attempted to harm him.  Then he saw her. His mother.  @optimaprime88

[musingchaos]

Writing the Distance

[ @thatdecepticonprime || Plotted! Guest muse from @selfrp: RP!Writer!]

Vee’s tires slammed down onto the road. Their passenger yelped, her hands gripping the seatbelt tight as her alternate laughed.

“BLADES!” The vehicle dodged without a care, only serving to further scare the young human in their interior. Green lights burned in a trail behind the reckless vehicle as the two soared. Why Writer had even agreed to meet with this alternate was beyond her.

“GET READY!!! WOOOOOO!!!” Vee screamed with joy as they hit the gas. Writer screeched. The two surged forward. Behind them, the road was cut and broken to pieces, segments flying as The Virus raced forward behind them. They had only a few seconds on it. Red, corrupted veins of power soared overhead, arcing for the nearest gate. “OH NO Y’DON’T!” The road undertire snapped. Vee fell into the open stars. Writer was white as a sheet, about ready to pass out from shock.

The doors snapped open. Green light burst from within. A flaming tornado of energy appeared out of the trunk of the car. Writer was slammed into the black seat. Her eyes were glued open. Adrenaline surged in her veins. Vee laughed, spinning a wide circle before righting. They were closing in on the gate. The code blasted back. Vee dodged with a level of experience granted only to experts. They seemed to nearly weave like an eagle between each onslaught.

“THAT THE BEST YOU CAN-” Something crashed right through them. Functions in half their systems went up in flames. Vee started spinning. Writer had passed out. They were maybe a thousand feet from the gate. Without the other half of their body, Vee wasn’t flying right. They spiraled, just barely managing to keep a straight line. The Virus behind them roared. Vee slammed down their accelerator with as much power as they could muster. The flames they had left burst with Hellfire. They went falling through the gate with The Virus eating the fire’s sparks. It exploded not a second later.

Vee could not control their descent, wherever they were now. They knew it wasn’t their dimension, that much was obvious.

“WRITER!” No response. They were going to crash...! The seatbelt on the unconscious human tightened, and Vee slammed into the ground below with an earth-shaking crash. The last of their fuel supply sputtered and died out. Their windows were all broken, the only wing they had snapped clean in half... And Writer was now laying on their hood, blood trickling from a wound on her forehead. Her shirt was torn, and it seemed that some glass had managed to stab into the woman’s arm. Already, bruises were starting to form on what skin Vee could see. She was maybe an inch away from coming into contact with burning hot, molten metal. “Crapcrapcrapcrap...!”

Vee tried to start their engine back up. There was a choked sputter, but no flames.

“No... No no no no!” They were starting to panic now.

[galaxies-unknown-a]

Of Damage and Multiverses

[Continued from this thread! || @thatdecepticonprime]

The Dark Prime had been the one to understand what Writer was asking. “Don’t you think you should get a little more strength back to you before trying multiversal teleportation? It might not drain you too much, at least it doesn’t for me, but no one really knows what kind of havoc it could do to your injuries.” He asked the human with a smirk on his face. “If you get too badly banged up I might just have to bust Shocky out of prison just to do the operation on you.” His tone might be light and teasing, but the mech was deadly serious. Yes, he still held a little bit of kindness in his spark, but it was nothing compared to the mech he used to be. Back before his Dark period. The former human listened to what Dreadwing was saying and sighed. “If you say that was the only way…” She turned back to Writer and had a firm look on her face. “Now, as your Doctor I will advise against you teleporting even a scrapping inch…” She said with concern in her grey eyes. “But if you are determined to go, then Dreadwing will teleport us to where you need to go. I do not want you being the one to engage the teleportation.”

“... Yeah...” Writer breathed out. They weren’t... Wrong, but it still caused a faint annoyance in her, to not be able to care for herself... But she wouldn’t fight a doctor’s suggestion, of all things.. And the warning about being made into something else against her will if she overtaxed herself... That was enough to keep her from even daring. She closed her eyes just a little. “... N-no... Jus’... Wanna let... MK know...”

There was no ‘need’ to go about it... But she was sure the knight would kill her if she didn’t let him know what was going on at some point... Plus, he was... Well, she was pretty sure he’d take care of her in her present state... And he had knowledge of her other form, which would be just-as badly injured as this one... That was the sucky thing about multiversal travel: her injuries remained with her. They would change to match the new body, but... They’d still exist.

“... He’s... Roommate..” That was easier to say than whatever else she could come up with. “... Coordinate...’s..  K-B/W-5M... He doesn’t... Needa know... But... I trust him t’... Take care of me...” Trusted him to take care of her after Mere had to leave, anyway... She couldn’t just hang around the other 24/7- especially when Mere had been called in on short-notice to help her out. She figured that the Cybertronian/human had already done more than enough for a stranger.. And she didn’t want to overstay what little welcome she had.

[thatdecepticonprime]

The Predacon

Continued from here Soundwave had picked up a strange blimp on his radar and decided to investigate it. When he got to the signal he saw a big Predacon dragon feasting on the remains of a car. The mech cautiously transformed and landed a decent distance away from the Predacon and tilted his helm to the side. He was curious about why a Predacon was there when history said that they were extinct.  Closed Starter with @omicrontheicequeen