[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Better Late than Never [Closed]
Apr 28, 2024 11:48:25 GMT -5
Post by Dart on Apr 28, 2024 11:48:25 GMT -5
Dart brought up her hand and ducked her head slightly. She rubbed her nose along the the side of her hand as if scratching an itch. The dirty, ragged duct tape that her forearm was wrapped was nearly the same tones as her grey plating, but absolutely
"I don't know," she admitted. "He usually gets in touch with me. A week, sometimes. It's random, I never try to look It's safer like that."
For both of them, really. Dart hadn't seen him in person since Australia. Here in the States, it was always within the place that resided within those boundaries Soma created, the simulation that held that ruined echo of Cybertron and the shadows of lives inside of it. It had become almost this odd sidestep, shuffling from one reality into another. A space in her mind that at times had become more real than all the time she spent trotting back and forth in the mountains.
Prime's shadow stretched across the ground between them. It was as broad as he was, solid. Unlike the Prime himself, it was undamaged; it didn't bear the awful wounds that he did. The breeze ruffled the green growing things within his outline, carried with it the clean, cool smell of water, the traces of all the living things that needed it to survive here on Earth.
Out of nowhere came a memory. Of Lord Megatron in the desert, with the light spilling from behind him, casting a long, dark expanse of shade in front of him. Inside of that patch of darkness was barren sand, rock and the stink of Dark Energon.
Two leaders, as different to a world as the desert and the forest. She looked up at the Prime again, and for one fleeting moment, she caught a tiny shift in his body language and gaze.
Oh. Dart knew all about being pushed to your limit, both physically and mentally, and she honestly felt horrible adding one more thing to his burden.
The courier ducked her chin and tried her best not to look as concerned as she felt. Not only about what she was going to say, but how he was going to take it. "Yes. I mean, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I really am. I know you have so much going on, and I just- I hate to add more to it, but... yes. Yes, they should concern you. Not just you, everyone."
She paused and blew out a soft, thoughtful puff of air out of the corner of her mouth. "Well, maybe not the humans, but- ah, thank you. For not discrediting them. I mean, because then you understand."
Her spoiler sagged, the tips going back and then drooping to the sides of her shoulders. The left side flicked while she thought for a long moment. "It's awfully common," she said. "Here too on Earth. Discrediting beings you think are lower somehow than you are for whatever reasons you find. Because they don't speak your language- or that you're so different it's all-- well, simply alien. Like... I really feel that's how MECH sees us."
Dart shifted her weight over her toes, rocking slightly. The Prime stood there, quiet and listening. Even in the amount of pain he was likely in, even in his exhaustion, he was listening to her. Like he had once before, and if he was going to come here to this place where it could have been an ambush, when he was so, so tired, and so so hurt she would give everything she could back to him that she could do that could help him somehow. She'd try her absolute best.
"MECH's end goal is not to simply kill us," she said, shaking her head. "Sure, they want us wiped off of Earth but maybe not for the reason anyone thinks. Maybe I have a really different perspective because I don't have all the time and underpinning you all do in my head. Like, I've lived more of my life around humans than Cybertronians, but I think there's a general feeling from everyone who talks about it that MECH wants to capture us, kill us, or take us apart is because we scare them. I know some folks think that, and I have to say no."
Dart shook her head and looked up him. Slanted blue optics gleamed under the dusty and scratched brim of her helm.
"It's because the people behind MECH see what we have and want to adapt our technology and use it for themselves. To them, we aren't much more than any new resource that they've come across and that's something humanity has done for millions of years. Every bit of information they've taken from us as they've captured and killed us, they're reverse engineering, building on it. Humans may not live long, but they adapt and change on a moment's notice, and the goal is to get knowledge, because that's... well, it's human, sir. Some of them are out for the good of humanity, and some are out to take control of it, seat themselves in a governing power. MECH isn't trying to get rid of us, they're more using us to well, get that control of other humans I think."
"I don't know," she admitted. "He usually gets in touch with me. A week, sometimes. It's random, I never try to look It's safer like that."
For both of them, really. Dart hadn't seen him in person since Australia. Here in the States, it was always within the place that resided within those boundaries Soma created, the simulation that held that ruined echo of Cybertron and the shadows of lives inside of it. It had become almost this odd sidestep, shuffling from one reality into another. A space in her mind that at times had become more real than all the time she spent trotting back and forth in the mountains.
Prime's shadow stretched across the ground between them. It was as broad as he was, solid. Unlike the Prime himself, it was undamaged; it didn't bear the awful wounds that he did. The breeze ruffled the green growing things within his outline, carried with it the clean, cool smell of water, the traces of all the living things that needed it to survive here on Earth.
Out of nowhere came a memory. Of Lord Megatron in the desert, with the light spilling from behind him, casting a long, dark expanse of shade in front of him. Inside of that patch of darkness was barren sand, rock and the stink of Dark Energon.
Two leaders, as different to a world as the desert and the forest. She looked up at the Prime again, and for one fleeting moment, she caught a tiny shift in his body language and gaze.
Oh. Dart knew all about being pushed to your limit, both physically and mentally, and she honestly felt horrible adding one more thing to his burden.
The courier ducked her chin and tried her best not to look as concerned as she felt. Not only about what she was going to say, but how he was going to take it. "Yes. I mean, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I really am. I know you have so much going on, and I just- I hate to add more to it, but... yes. Yes, they should concern you. Not just you, everyone."
She paused and blew out a soft, thoughtful puff of air out of the corner of her mouth. "Well, maybe not the humans, but- ah, thank you. For not discrediting them. I mean, because then you understand."
Her spoiler sagged, the tips going back and then drooping to the sides of her shoulders. The left side flicked while she thought for a long moment. "It's awfully common," she said. "Here too on Earth. Discrediting beings you think are lower somehow than you are for whatever reasons you find. Because they don't speak your language- or that you're so different it's all-- well, simply alien. Like... I really feel that's how MECH sees us."
Dart shifted her weight over her toes, rocking slightly. The Prime stood there, quiet and listening. Even in the amount of pain he was likely in, even in his exhaustion, he was listening to her. Like he had once before, and if he was going to come here to this place where it could have been an ambush, when he was so, so tired, and so so hurt she would give everything she could back to him that she could do that could help him somehow. She'd try her absolute best.
"MECH's end goal is not to simply kill us," she said, shaking her head. "Sure, they want us wiped off of Earth but maybe not for the reason anyone thinks. Maybe I have a really different perspective because I don't have all the time and underpinning you all do in my head. Like, I've lived more of my life around humans than Cybertronians, but I think there's a general feeling from everyone who talks about it that MECH wants to capture us, kill us, or take us apart is because we scare them. I know some folks think that, and I have to say no."
Dart shook her head and looked up him. Slanted blue optics gleamed under the dusty and scratched brim of her helm.
"It's because the people behind MECH see what we have and want to adapt our technology and use it for themselves. To them, we aren't much more than any new resource that they've come across and that's something humanity has done for millions of years. Every bit of information they've taken from us as they've captured and killed us, they're reverse engineering, building on it. Humans may not live long, but they adapt and change on a moment's notice, and the goal is to get knowledge, because that's... well, it's human, sir. Some of them are out for the good of humanity, and some are out to take control of it, seat themselves in a governing power. MECH isn't trying to get rid of us, they're more using us to well, get that control of other humans I think."