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[The video clicks on, showing Exsilium’s two resident Cybertronians in the frame. Occupying the top half of the frame was Nova Prime, standing behind Rodimus with his arms crossed and a vigilant look in his optics.

He appeared to be rather calm considering he’d been managing on a damaged supporting joint. Cybertronians weren’t built any less hardy in the ancient past, it seems. His voice is clear and sounded rather authoritative as he makes his demand:]

The services of a specialist with mechanical biology are currently required.

[As much as he agreed to let Rodimus handle the… recruiting, he wouldn’t stay entirely silent. Whoever would repair Rodimus would look at him as well, and he would need to be considered worthy.]

[Rodimus, however, isn’t anywhere as confrontational as Nova - he’s looking to just get himself repaired rather than be picky about who’s doing it. Only being able to use one arm is the worst.]

That’s probably asking for too much - so anyone who knows how to repair machines who doesn’t mind a crash course in synthetic life and won’t make a broken joint or gun wounds worse will work. I [A pause as he begrudgingly corrects himself] we’d like ourselves repaired as soon as possible, but if anyone’s still on the moon, it can wait a day.

[He can’t believe he’s having to ask for medical attention, but desperate times on Earth away from the Chief Medical Officer call for desperate measures and all that. He does, at least, look like he’s put out about it.

And, as an addendum:]

Hey Ella, do your powers cover paint?

[For the bare metal the repairs will probably leave behind.]

((Tags will get replies from both bots! Blue is Nova, red is Rodimus.))

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You are the human's god.

[He can accept a paint job from the human God. Good choice, Rodimus.]

I am a descendant of Primus, our own creator.

[Nova Prime says this like discussing gods is a completely normal topic of conversation.]

Yeah, in a way. Not entirely, or not yet, mind you. I'm getting there.

[ Maybe, if she doesn't die. ]

Really? Sounds like a pretty big deal. Are you like, royalty?

The lineage of Primes can be likened to royalty. We are connected through our link to Primus.

[Since they technically don't have parents and all.]

It sounds like the human god has a lineage to follow as well.

[If she's 'getting' there, she sounds like she's next in a line.]

Can I has how are...you guys born?

[ Made? Manufactured? Ordered? What's the word? ]

And uh, it's a bit complicated. Actually is pretty damn complicated, but trust me, there's not a lineage per se. Just a bunch of unfortunate events.

We are forged.

[Are you in the mood for a little theater? Because that question always gets Nova's hammy grandpa gears turning.]

From the core of our planet a pulse wave of energy is released and activates a garden of life, a hotspot, with sparks emerging from the ground en masse.

These sparks are later harvested and given bodies to house them, made from the molten metal of the planet itself.

Oh. Oh. It sounds- beautiful. But how do you decide who is going to be who? Like with your, uh, lineage?

[ She might not know it, but Ella is a sucker for origin stories. ]

Whatever is contained within the spark determines the individual's personality.

[He gestures to his own spark chamber, in the chest.]

We simply nurture what we are given by Cybertron.

I see. So all the sparks are unique, that's cool.

[ Now she thinks of them as far more "alive" than she did before, although Rodimus made it hard for her to think of robots in the conventional sense of the word anyway. ]

And does it happen that sometimes someone wants a different body?

Most likely. But each Cybertronian remains with the body and secondary form they are given unless they have a medical necessity that requires a change. Each form has a role to play.

[Everyone wants to be a triple changing space jet tank. But what's best for the individual is not always best for their planet as a whole.]

Edited 2013-12-20 07:02 (UTC)

I see...I guess it's basically like everywhere else, you gotta do your part if you want to be a part of society.

[ Dude, Ella would totally want to be a triple changing space jet tank. ]

Yeah, except that created way more problems than it solved. "Everyone's form has a purpose."

( can you hear the disdain in his voice when he says that? )

[Nova is puzzled, if only because their social order had worked fine for several million years while he was around.]

It's merely a system, Rodimus. One that fit us quite well for a long time.

It that can be abused, but that's true of any system.

[ie. it's Nominus Prime's fault he did a shitty job of leading!!!!]

Edited 2013-12-21 01:56 (UTC)

It shouldn't have existed in the first place.

( yeah and then peace happened and people started to realize why it was so wrong. )

[Sorry for the sudden robot discussion, Ella. The two of them are both stubborn gits that want to get the last word in.]

We were given second forms to serve our society. Not so that they could be squandered in useless ventures.

Order is needed for Cybertron to thrive. It just needs to be managed by a competent head.

( WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO HIMMMMM no one believes in the legacy of Primus anymore after their run of AWFUL PRIMES )

Only if you're really religious.

I'm not really? Although I didn't know a thing about robot religion until now, so hey.

If Cyclonus was here he'd tell you all about it. Well, maybe. You'd have to get him to talk first.

Dude, I get everyone talking. Might not be a good thing all the time, but it's my thing.

You're allowed to try if he shows up. I'll tell him his captain said so if he complains.

Edited 2013-12-20 22:42 (UTC)

Sounds like a plan.

By the way, how should I call you guys? "Robot" doesn't quite cut it.

Cybertronians. The rest of the galaxy just tends to go 'you'.

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