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[tsunclonus]

Who: Cyclonus and YOU!
When: Between the 18th and the 24th (pre-Scraplets)
Where: Cargo Bay/Hallways/Observation Deck
What: Cyclonus gets his mail, starts doing his job, and tries to be a better boyfriend.
Warnings: Gay robots. (Will update as needed)


Cargo Bay, 18th

Cyclonus has received a message about a package waiting for him, and has made his way to the cargo bay to retrieve it. He opens the large crate first, and much to his relief it's the energon he requested. The rest of the Cybertronians will be pleased to hear that they can relax the energon rationing somewhat.

He's surprised by the second, smaller crate. He didn't request anything else. Pulling off the lid, however, his jaw actually drops. If anyone approaches, he'll be quickly pressing the cover back into place.


Hallways - Various

Following the shipment of energon received on the 18th, Cyclonus has decided to actually start doing his job. With the energy available now to project his holoform, the Moira's crew will find a tall, dark-skinned, red-eyed, and purple-haired woman prowling the hallways, wearing something that looks like an odd amalgamation of his usual holo dress and his appropriate Moira uniform.

He's busy getting a better sense of the ship's layout in order to plan evacuation routes and it's much easier to get around when you're the size of a human, so his holomatter avatar can be found all over the ship.


Observation Deck - Semi-closed to Tailgate

It took him awhile to work up his courage and set aside his pride, but several days after the mail drop, Tailgate will receive a simple message in his inbox from Cyclonus:

Meet me on the Observation Deck

Comments

[warandpeace]

What were those sides representing? Do they begin to lose that, too?

A great woman once said that there was no timeless enemy. But if you've put that much time into it, sounds like you guys were really working to contradict the idea.

[Though those were words he'd heard secondhand, they still had motivated him to stand alongside someone he hated for some time.]

But you're right. Worse when you only have limited life, at that. How long until you're scraping the bottom of the barrel?

[He finds a place to sit near that glass statue. He's seen it often enough now that he no longer worries about the occasional reflection. His mind wonders enough on its own. Who is he to complain about it helping.]

[tsunclonus]

Megatron and Ultra Magnus would be better suited to explain, but both sides represented change but disagreed on the path to it. [His opinion on the two sides has shifted slightly since he first talked of the conflict as he understood it with Tailgate at the beginning of their journey.] However, after the corrupt regime fell the war continued.

Sometimes I think perhaps the war continued so long because after a time none remembered how to do anything else.

[Cyclonus settles next to Miller, staring out over the garden without really seeing, thinking of how many sparks were wasted creating soldiers almost guaranteed to die.]

In my age, people were named for the location their spark ignited in. Among the youngest generations many are named for the battle they were created for. They were made to order, for specific battles.

[warandpeace]

Born for war and nothing else. Not even the option of anything else.

[He leans forward, folding his hands in his lap.] Can those people find any other way than as a soldier?

[tsunclonus]

[Cyclonus nods. He chose to fight. To those tossed into battles with just enough knowledge to live, the only choice was fight or die. He's heard that most died.]

The Autobot-Decepticon war has only been over for several years. Some seem to be finding a new place for themselves... But for most I think it is too soon to tell.

[Cyclonus sympathizes with them. After turning against Galvatron, he too found himself lost.]