#twelveterriblefascists

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Private RP between @technitian-bulkhead-official @theadventuresofcrashcart and @six-of-twelve-functionists

This RP contains child kidnapping and (not child) murder

Rung was...distracted. And Crash Cart? Well, she was bored out of her mind. She still had the camera she stole, so why not go take some photos? She took the camera headed out. The city itself was boring, but there were so many colourful bots she could get photos of! Getting in the elevator, she couldn’t help but bounce in anticipation. She wondered if she could collect a full rainbow of different frames and put them up somewhere on display.

“Oh, going down?” Someone in the elevator with her observed as she pressed the button for the ground floor. “All on your own?” he inquired, and Crash Cart nodded in response, holding her camera up for the mech to see. “Ahh… A little photographer, are we?” She held the camera up towards the mech, waving it a little. “Ah, you want to take a photo of me? Well, of course! Who am I to deny such a talented little spark?” The figure took a step back, allowing Crash Cart the room to get a good angle. She held the camera up to her faceplate, peeking through with a single optic and squinting the other shut. Once she was finally ready—

Click!

It took a moment, but a photograph would eventually slip out of the camera. Nothing appeared to be on it, but that was all and well. Crash Cart took the photo and shook it as the elevator continued to descend, airing it out til the colours bled through. “Ah!” the mech pointed out. “There, it’s showing.” The mech in the photo was a dark orange frame with… an oddly shaped head. Crash Cart paused. She hadn’t quite taken a moment to think about it, but yeah! It was weird looking! Looked like the thing in Rung’s backpack!

“Oh, that?” That mech spoke, snapping Crash Cart out of her thoughts. “It’s a Matrix. Is it familiar?” She nodded slowly, optics glancing at the emergency call button. “It should be,” the mech suddenly stepped in front of the elevator panel, blocking the call button. “Considering your creator made it.” Crash Cart let out a gasp, dropping her camera of which Six-Of-Twelve promptly crushed under his pede. “Hello Crash Cart.”

The first thing Six-Of-Twelve noticed was Crash Cart’s lack of a voice. She screamed and thrashed against him as he cornered and picked her up, but not once did she cry for help or saving. No calling out for “mama” or “baba” or whatever she calls Rung. Nothing. Just a lot of crying and screaming and thrashing around. Six-Of-Twelve figured that if she couldn’t use her words to cry out for help, her cries would look like nothing more than a sparkling having a temper tantrum to passerby’s.

And he was right. Six-Of-Twelve was able to carry Crash Cart out into the streets without interference, leaving behind that crushed camera and photograph. He didn’t care. Some janitor would probably find it and throw it away.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

Look upon me and know thy heresy, councilman.

The Matrix chose me because I united our people, freeing the Cybertronian race from the chaos and oppression induced by Quintesson rule.

Thy Functionist state is a proud sickness born of fear, a parasitic rot that narrows the vision of a magnificent species until they can see nothing past their own bodies.

I recognize not thy titles.

I recognize not thy ranks.

And I will see thy entire drab machine dismantled to liberate the grand lineage thou hast desecrated.

In the name of Primus, Lifebringer.

So says Nova Prime.

@imperium-stellarum-offical

Such cruel words coming from such a noble Prime. My, how the mighty have fallen from grace.

The Functionist state was a necessity. If one does not have a functional alt-mode, does not contribute to our society, what purpose do they serve on Cybertron?

Why do any of us exist if not to serve a greater purpose? When Cybertron stopped producing hot spots, it became clear that we had not given enough of ourselves to Primus. Something had to change. It was our god-given duty to make ourselves useful. To embrace Functionism. To keep the cogs in the machine turning.

Yes, the Council was against it at first, but the Cold Construction you introduced us to turned out to be our race’s saving grace. Creating an entire population of mechs with designated functions which serve Primus and keeps Cybertron running? It was just what we needed. And for that, I cannot thank you enough, Nova Prime.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

You are pathetic, all you do is bitch and moan about how you want to lick Primus's pedes but then turn around to kill his children and use his name as an excuse for your sins.

The only reason you still have power is because of that idiotic matrix for a helm you have, so one likes you, no one wants you, and no one needs you.

You are useless.

….

I am not useless.

And I have not sinned.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

I'm keeping my optics on you.

- @technitian-bulkhead-official

That’s fine then.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

And hiding behind the name of a god is absolutely hilarious. Shows you are the weak one.

All that I do is for Primus. All bots must serve a function as Primus intended. You see, we are all cogs in a much, much greater machine. If one does not serve a function, what is his purpose? Why does he exist? What does he live for? No bot on my Cybertron is useless. Every bot has a use. Even the bot who would become known as the Useless One would turn out to be the most useful bot of us all.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

How about we steal your legs?

You think you’re funny, do you? This behavior is laughable, really.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

what if we stole all of your neutrons

Funny.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

Imagine your function determining others function. Loser! Get a better job, oh wait that means you'll have to offline according to your rules, right?

I have a rather important function, as a matter of fact. I run Cybertron alongside twelve other combiners. Without me, the structure falls apart. Combiners need each other.