14 January 2014 @ 10:51 am
To any Cybertronians that may be scattered throughout this frozen wasteland, I invite you to join me, Nova Prime, in creating a haven of our own design.

[A hand gestures forward with a CLENCHED FIST.]

In a hostile and unwelcome planet, it is imperative that what little of us remain be gathered together and unified. I have found the skeleton of what we could use to build upon, and will be glad to see my kind unite under this goal. 

[Encrypted and attached is a file with a set of odd symbols of alien origin. Of course, to the robots in question it was a simple set of coordinates. One to the ruins of an ancient castle about twenty three miles away from what was once London. Close enough to drive to if you were a vehicle, but far away enough to be out of sight to most travelers on the river Thames.]

 
 
22 December 2013 @ 11:42 pm
Ok, so, now that we've stopped talking about crime and punishment and whether or not to establish Parliament or Congress or whatever's in vogue on Earth these days and settled in on Earth, I think it's time to bring up the elephant in the room. You know, that there's still a war thing going on, and all.

Now I don't know who's brought this stuff up before, and frankly I haven't heard a whole lot of talk about it since (possibly because everybody was getting worked up over the space base equivalent of teenagers stealing their parents' car, but we're past that, right?) So if I'm repeating something that's been said before, feel free to point it out and point me in the right direction.

Here are our big problems, as I see them:

- we are totally outgunned
- no seriously, we seem to be totally outgunned even with these nifty customizable weapons
- and outnumbered
- we're lacking the resources and infrastructure that could help us catch up
- they're on home turf
- we lack a sizable amount context, familiarity with terrain and history, and the sort of common purpose or experience you get by living on the same planet or in the same universe as someone, simply by being strangers

And I could waste a lot of time going on about how this whole situation we find ourselves in seems like the largest ad hoc plan pulled out of somebody's ass I have ever seen, but it's not going to do us any good right now. You can ask me for my notes on that later.

THE DISCUSSION CONTINUES )





Private to the Asskickers of the Fantastic aka. the Guardians of the Galaxy )
 
 
19 December 2013 @ 11:15 am

 

[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.))

 
 
11 December 2013 @ 07:26 pm
[The voice that comes through is clear, concise, and well-practiced. There's a slight metallic flange to it, matching the robotic life form it belonged to.]

Terror is not an entirely unexpected response at seeing a one of my kind, but you need not fear me if you offer your guests proper respect. I hail from the planet Cybertron, and my name is Nova Prime.

I have been informed that you are in need of guidance and defense from a force that's consumed most of this world, and have agreed to assist on your behalf. I can lend my experience in governance and war where I am truly needed.

[He'll be playing nice. For the time being.]

Any Cybertronian that is also trapped on this planet can contact this device, so we may properly acquaint.