Windstripe questions Vector Sigma,
“I heard rumors that there are a few cybertronians that still live from that time. Is this rumor true and is there any cybertronian we could find from that time? If so, where is the closest cybertronian from that time?”
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“What would your world look like, if you could make it look like anything that you wanted?”
“are they still active, or dead worlds?”
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“Elementum sounds like a drink,” comments Zip.
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DING! DING! DING! sounds a klaxon.
“Precisely,” Vector Sigma affirms. “Once the conflict settled, Liege Maximo was sentenced to an eternity in stasis for his crimes, and the other twelve Primes decided that it would be in Cybertron’s best interest to depart for unknown space.”
“But why?” Salvage asks.
“They came to the conclusion that your progress as a species was being hindered under their rule. Similar to an organic parent sending their child into the world, they felt that you no longer needed their guidance, and left with the Knights of Cybertron to each found their own colony.”
“Yeah, an’ look how that worked out for us,” Bootleg remarks.
“I would attribute that to Quintus’ meddling with the plan. It was he who left the Matrix on Cybertron, allowing the reign of the Primes to continue after the Thirteen’s departure. He did not share his sibling’s faith.”
“They are all very much active, [ERROR],” Vector Sigma affirms. “However, I have never been able to see Optimus Prime’s colony. Strange, yes?”
“On the contrary,” Nemesis says, “we do anything we want! All of existence becomes our plaything, to rule and to twist into any form we desire on a whim!”
“Oh, s–t, here we go again,” Ramjet groans, materializing behind Megabolt.
“I don’t know, honestly,” Nemesis admits. “But I’ll be sure to give it some thought.”
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Seraphicon thought on this. It made sense why The Primes left and why Quintus left The Matrix for them. “What must we look for in each of these worlds to find the Prime Candidates, Prime Artifacts and Weapons and any who could help us in our quest and where should we begin?” He asks.
Perhaps I should reveal The Matrix? No, not yet. he thought.
The Error was something odd; he made s mental note to ask about that later if time permitted.
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“How much time do we have before the heralds’ forces arrive?” asks Cargo.
“I don’t know,” he said, “but I don’t think that it will be very long; be ready for anything.”
“He was asking the computer,” informs Zipline. “Wait, were you?”
Cargo nods.
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“I would recommend, again,” Vector Sigma says, “that you and your party travel to each of these worlds and recover the weapons and artifacts of the original Primes. Though they likely will not avail the full extent of their power to you, being unworthy of Primehood, they still possess power unequaled by anything else the Cybertronian race has devised in its’ long history. It was with these artifacts and the Matrix of Leadership that the Thirteen were able to defeat the Heralds and their master at the beginning of our history, and without them your war against Nemesis Prime will surely fail.”
" ‘Ey, where’s that music comin’ from?" Bootleg wonders aloud.
“My apologies, Bootleg,” Vector Sigma responds. “Ambient soundtrack subroutines are now disabled.”
A holo-screen showed Symphony Steel and Asrar combating the terrorcon hordes.
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“I understand.” Seraphicon said. “I will understand if this question is stupid but I must know: are there any living Primes or Knights that could help us?” He asks. He hopes that there were some as they would bring about a great deal of help.
He won’t admit it but he wasn’t sure if there were even any living Primes and put his hopes on Knights or locals of the worlds they’ll visit to help them find what they needed.
He turned to Bootleg, “I think it was a nice touch.”
He saw the holoscreen, “Will we be able to extract them from there alive?” He asks.
OOC: I’m pretty sure Vector Sigma knows Seraphicon has The Matrix.
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why am I just “error”? wondered sol
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“And then what?” Dynamo asked.
“There are plenty of Knights still about,” Vector Sigma affirms, “especially on Primogenitum. As for any Primes that might still be about, there’s one closer to you then you might think.”
“For bootin’ up cold, spill the d*mn beans, man!” Bootleg implores.
“Oh, fine! Since I’m apparently the only one who appreciates ambiguity anymore, you’ll be delighted to know that Liege Maximo recently freed himself from his pod and is hiding out on Junkion.”
“…That… doesn’t delight me at all,” Bootleg says. “That just adds to the slagshow that’s been the last week.”
“Exactly,” says Nemesis. “What is there to aspire to beyond godhood? I don’t see that as a determent, however, as you seem to. I-… we, will have the universe in the palm of our collective hand, and all of eternity to do with it as we please. What, do you believe I’ll grow bored with being all-powerful? For the first centuries of our lives, we were merely pawns in Unicron’s scheme of omnicide. For hundreds of years, we brought ruin to countless planets, all in the service of a short-sighted fool who was so overwhelmed by the chaos of the universe that he’d opt to destroy it all rather than bring it to order. What did we receive in return? What rewards did we reap for being a good little tool in Unicron’s inventory? I spent eons in the Void; d*mned to waste away in literal nothingness with a psychopath and two morons. But now? Now, we will be the ones in control. The universe will bend to my desires, and I will revel in my omnipotence until the end of time.”
Ramjet fakes an exaggerated yawn. “Are you done?” he asks Nemesis.
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“And then what?” He asked.l, nervous.
Seraphicon was surprised, “Liege Maximo is alive? Praise be to Primus!” He yelled with great joy.
“Is there anything else you think we should know before we leave and does anyone here have any more questions for Vector Sigma?” He asks.
“… you’ve read the legends, right?”
Windstripe smiles,
“We might have a chance then.”
Asrar flies over to Nemesis. He says,
“Long time no see.”
Symphony Steel stands up from his landing.
He sighs and brushes off his knees and checks his sword.
“…I must admit, that was not the reaction I expected,” Vector Sigma confesses.
“Well, that depends. Is there anything else that you all wish to know?”
“What? After the end of time?” Nemesis assumes. “Well, I suppose I’ll pass into oblivion with the rest of creation.”
The heralds turn to face Asrar.
“Thank god!” exclaims Ramjet. “Something to end the monologue!”
“Yes,” he said. “But him being an enemy of Unicron is good; the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” He said, quoting a Terran phrase.
“I have a few more questions.” He says. “Does Primus have anything he would like to impart to us?” He asks curiously, wondering if The Creator had any advice or knowledge he wished to impart.