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on who the mun is sending when Singularity moves

You're precious my insignificant puppet.

[who controls who here, anyway?]

Why agonize over it? You're sending that angry little one of Primus children first anyway.

Or can I rip this flimsy prison apart that you call your mind and change it for you? He is over there, and if I cannot find it, he shouldn't have it either! I'm sure he's not as healed as he thinks he is.

[Ramjet flings his arms wide, flickers of purple energy lashing out, plating melting and reforming. whoever Ramjet's talking about probably don't want him around. too bad, so sad. Prime's lucky it won't happen.]

We never are! The end is absolute, all things fall or detoriate in the end... as do scars, opening the wounds beneath!

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[oh.

it's you]

You always did talk too much.

[yes, him.

aren't you happy to see him, Convoy?]

Words define boundaries when there's nothing else, Prime.

[was that mocking? yes, it might have been.]

And despite all the words you think I'm wasting, useless, expensive; I wouldn't say more than I mean to. It's been a while. How much did they have to reconstruct when they plucked you from whatever prison you'd been stuck in?

[he is, by now, circling Nemesis, tendrils of tentacles spilling out, creeping closer... and then disintegrating or drawing back.]

That hurts, doesn't it? Being remade.

[and then that mask splits apart and he laughs.]

[he's so excited he thinks he might drop a gear. look at him, making a show of examining his weaponry. if they're designed to combat interdimensional threats, they've got to be worth /something/ against Ramjet, right?]

I suppose you'd know all about that, wouldn't you? After all, you're still feeling the effects of your own reconstruction.

[that is certainly excited! and checking weaponry is just like asking Ramjet to ~~dance~~ have a "conversation". and maybe they can do something against him... what an unpleasant thought!]

They burn me inside out until the stars are no longer! And even that will only bring their whispers closer! Not even Unicron's touch can compare, but it is close enough... Come, Prime. It tastes sweet doesn't it? Why care for healing when we both know that's useless?

[somehow, Ramjet manages to keep himself together (physically as well as mentally), the only proof of his possible instability being boils of organic-looking nature forming among the melting and solidifying metal.]

Not so useless. Look at yourself, Ramjet. You're proof positive of how tenacious life can be. I have no doubts you'd die if you could, but instead of curled up and broken, you yet function and serve your own purpose.

[~~why yes, he is trying to keep the subject off him!~~]

Mine no longer align with Unicron. That is healing enough.

Death is meaningless!

[did the abomination of a Cybertronian just kind of explode briefly all over the place? yes, he did. also, Ramjet doesn't want this ball, take it Convoy! The subject was you after all!]

Death has lost its meaning, and life no longer fits. But the balance still speaks to me. I'll uphold it.

[or turn it inside out, as the case may be, as when he tried to kill Primus along with Unicron. and then Ramjet sort of... settles. he's even looking remarkably solid and whole, for once.]

"No longer"? Prime, I wonder... how long can you lie to yourself? How long can that bond with the Alternity keep off the whispers, the claws, the purpose you came from?

[have a suddenly flung out and clawed hand in your direction, Convoy, before Ramjet sweeps it to the side to indicate everything else.]

[THIS BALL IS A TERRIBLE BALL AND HE DOESN'T WANT IT EITHER just look at how he's stiffening at that. no, he hasn't forgotten.]

Fool. I remember everything. There are no lies here, only the ability to move past what is no longer consuming my spark.

[snappish much?...only a little. now take the ball back, catch it, catch iiiit...]

Unlike you. It must be terrible, the wounds never closing over, being unable to even think of something like revenge.

[SARCASTIC PITY GO!]

[NO NO THIS BALL IS ON FIRE AND PROBABLY HAS PRIMUS-COOTIES. HE DOESN'T WANT IT EITHER! yes, Convoy, wallow in it.]

Moving past? You know as well as I do that it doesn't work that way! They can hold it off... but can they keep your from the edge forever? And is forever even enou--

[look at that bristling. tentacles going out and in and the purple entropic aura flaring enough to do Strange and Unpleasant things to his immediately surroundings.]

You understand nothing! Revenge is empty. I serve Unicron, and through Unicron, I will bring it all to and end... and then turn it inside out---

[and then he cuts himself off. oops, he usually doesn't go about spilling his real desires, for what would be beyond Unicron.]

It's amazing what ascendency to a higher lifeform can do. I'd suggest you try it, but I doubt the Aggregate would consider you for more than an astrosecond. You're uncontrollable. No...unreliable. Without Unicron directly guiding you, you're worthless.

[two-handed throw of the ball! let's talk about YOUR issues~]

'Inside out'? That almost sounds like instead of an end, you want a new beginning. Have you sights on becoming a god of your own? I'd thought you knew better. Such is sure to attract attention.

[... worthless? how well protected are you against entropic auras that destabilize/tear apart his surroundings and anything it touched, Convoy? because Ramjet's up close and clearly spitting mad. or just leaking all over the place, same thing.]

And when you fall, you'll be discarded. I need nothing! I am beyond such concerns and Unicron's will is mine!

[... after a fashion. But then he settles again, helm cocked, though for some reason the fin seem unable to decide what of his colours should go where on it.]

A god? Hardly. Unicron is the only beginning and end I seek, Prime. But the space between shall forever exist, and when Unicron has consumed all of the multiverse, what is left will come spilling out.

[it's hard to tell if he wants that or doesn't want it, but maybe it doesn't matter. it'll happen, as Unicron will win.]

[well, Alternium is sturdy, but he doesn't really want to test it. he covers up his retreat by turning it in to a sort of dismissal, half-turning to walk away as he waves a hand]

I've already been discarded. [750 THOUSAND YEARS IN STASIS LOCK, thanks.] And in the end, your plans mean little to me. I have found purpose, and I will not let it go so easily.

[Hey. Don't you turn your back to him! Ramjet will just follow along, not behind, or even get in front of him, merely being to the side.]

And when it happens again? What then, Prime? Will you have anywhere to go?

[WHINER. /hypocrite]

Until they come through to grasp what is left, and turn nothing into their playground! Are you powerful enough to stop not just the end of everything, as brought by beast or Unicron, but the twisting of creation?

[It's hard sometimes to know what he actually wants anymore, really.]

[twitch go the doorwings. why, yes, he's been secretly terrified that the reason he's cut off from the Alternity is because he's been abandoned again. rather than respond, he decides to ignore the jibe.]

They are not my concern. If it will happen, it will happen. My mission is to stop Hytherion.

[so very flat. but there is a glint in his optics that suggests he's close to doing his own lashing out]

[Those doorwings are almost adorable, really. And a lot more aesthetically pleasing than the mammoth-mode.]

And when you're victorious, Prime? What will your purpose... your use be then? At least we have a near never-ending purpose to drive us on, but yours is on a time-table!

[Ramjet's simply keeping apace, flinging both arms out at the last few words, his wings briefly melting, sliding down a seemingly non-existant structure before they reform again.

And yes, he keeps poking that sore spot.]

When Hytherion is dealt with, then I will dedicate myself to revenge!

[he whirls to face Ramjet, practically spitting the words. but oh, it's clear that he has this as his dream, dark as it is - and that he /savors/ its thought]

I will oppose Unicron in any form I can, every matter and every way. So long as this spark He gave me pulses, I will exist to deny Him and to denounce His methods.

[Oh, what tasty words, Convoy. So angry.]

And in opposing, exemplying, personifying all that our lord stands for. You've lost your revenge even before you could begin it, Prime!

[Come at him, you've already lost in the only way you want to win. You know that belongs to Unicron. Ramjet just chuckles at the display, spreading his arms "welcomingly".]

[just shut up.

he's fired before he even raises his arm; a shot reaching back across time, piercing reality to strike at Ramjet's head. it won't kill him, no, not with his cursed existance...but as Nemesis raises his arm to /take/ the shot, he certainly hopes it'll destroy his vocalizer.

temporarily or not.]

[temporarily is all that Nemesis will get, but the shot does hit, and rather spectacularly too. It doesn't take long for everything to reform, but briefly what's there is mostly a vague suggestion of the familiar helm-shape and swirling yellowish energy spattered with black, before metal reforms.

The mask splits apart with an almost sickeningly organic noise as Ramjet lunges forward, even if Nemesis now has more cheats at his command-- but it's hard to kill something that doesn't exactly obey proper natural laws anymore, especially since Nemesis doesn't have access to any proper time-travelling.]

And what will that do? Why not just come with me, Prime?

[mocking laughter, Ramjet's sword is out, tentacles are biting into any metal they can reach, purple aura clawing at it. Nemesis is powerful, yes, but he's not one of the First.]

[as soon as Ramjet moves, so does he, throwing himself to the side. the tendrils lash at him, burning through the metal and sending thrills of pain through him - but it doesn't stop him.

evasive, now, he manages to fire a few more shots.]

I really don't see how my status is of any concern to you anymore. You left me there to waste away, didn't you?

[he misses.]

[Ramjet's relieved Nemesis misses - with those shots at least - if only because it takes precious few seconds to pull himself together, so to speak. he can still feel pain, even if it's more distracting than what others would register as "pain".]

The old mech cheated, I'll have you know. It takes time to have concentration after that... And my gift from Unicron doesn't involve knowing where you are, Prime.

[more's the pity, hm? no one made quite as good a partner as Nemesis had been, after all.

and he'll just attempt to keep that gun busy with blocking instead of shooting. retroactive bullets, why can't he fight mechs with more normal weapons!? (nevermind they'd all lose, and quickly.)]

Because it would have been so hard to find me, in exactly the same dimension!

[he's definitely evasive now. not a single shot is hitting Ramjet - the tentacles, yes, snapping them just before they strike at vital spots, but not the chassis itself. and oddly enough, he doesn't seem bothered by this.]

Not that it matters. I don't blame you, but I'm amused at how now we're at odds - and you want me back.

Besides. If you call a Cyber Key cheating, then I imagine you'll hate what I've learned to do.

I haven't really had time or chance to check back, Prime. But maybe it doesn't matter, what if I did? You didn't get out.

[look, if he could get out from being stuck between universesm ancient evil abominations or no, surely Nemesis could get out of prison. and he's been busy. ~~yes, for 750 thousand years. it's a big multiverse out there and it all needs consumed, you know how it is.]~~

At odds? This? This is me letting you work out some issues and faulty illusions, Prime! Revenge'll get you nowhere, I'm merely showing you why.

[and now that he's not as angry for being shot in the head... while he's still keeping that gun busy and the tentacles are still going for strikes, they're a lot less insistent in going for vital points. more just - if there's such a thing - teasing.]

Hate it as it tears through me, attempting to kill and it'll fail, like all of it has. What does it matter?

You think it's a matter of death and ends. You're wrong. I know I can never defeat Unicron, nor can I kill you.

[abruptly he stops shooting, and instead holds up his hands as if gripping something]

But I've learned something about patience - and small victories being enough to satisfy.

[ALTERNITY SUPER ATTACK; Closed-Time Loop!

...you know those shots he 'missed' with? guess what he just triggered to loop in time. all he was doing was placing them - and positioning himself and Ramjet properly for the latter to feel them.

over and over again.

last time he did this, he reduced a Megatron to scrap in a few seconds. with this, he's hoping to disrupt Ramjet's form enough to make a retreat and not be followed.

~~IF HE CAN ONLY DO THIS LIKE ONCE A DAY IN GAME HE'LL SURE AS HELL TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT AS LONG AS HE CAN~~]

small>[that noise? snarling rage... for about a few astroseconds, before Ramjet starts to laugh, even as he bullets start - and continue - to hit.]

We both know patience... I think. This is... nothing! Nemesis...

[and even when Ramjet starts to any semblance of coherence into something only barely mech-shaped with a bubbling melting, psuedo-organic mass around, he's not actually losing any sort of conciousness.

this? Is nothing. Not even several planet cyber key attacks could knock him cold. most of the entropic aura's been distrupted enough, however, so that the tentacles wrapping themselves around Nemesis' ankles, don't do much of anything except tug and attempt to yank.]

... is this all..?

[is it sad, or terrifying, that Ramjet just can't stop? ~~RUDE. THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE, AND STOP TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOUR CHEATY SUPER-POWERS, NEMESIS.~~]

[~~SCREW YOU HE GOT THESE FAIR AND SQUARE~~

and will now be sort of. kicking off the tentacles.]

For now. Come after me, and I'll do it again.

I suggest, if you're going to be brought to the station, you find better things to do.

[GUESS WHO'S GONNA BE WALKING AWAY ~~WHILE HE STILL CAN~~? THIS SUAVE MOTHERTRUCKER]

[NO, SCREW YOU>/I>. NEXT TIME HE'LL JUST RIP YOU OPEN AND FEEL UP YOUR INSIDES, SLAG IT---wait what.]

For... what? Telling the truth?

... touchy!

[And Ramjet'll... just let him walk away ~~before he gets back enough to pull himself together~~, as long as Nemesis doesn't mind the mocking chuckles thrown after him.]

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on who the mun is sending when Singularity moves

SCREAM

shhh, not so LOUD! Primus might hear.. or the Alternity

b-but ;A;

No buts! This is a SECRET AFFAIR.

seeecreeet loovveeeeerrs?

why yeeessss. Precisely!

god i ship it ;A;

/sob you're not the only one

WHY ARE HALF MY SHIPS TERRIBLE

I DON'T KNOW BUT SINCE WE SHARE SOME OF THEM..

B)

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