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Post-Slam
A being shrouded in darkness stands on a dead world, a wasteland of his own making. Once, he was imprisoned in a strange dimension, but the disaster called the Great Slam caused severe damage to several universes, including his prison. The severity of this event caused his jailor to become momentarily distracted and with the severe cracks in reality, an escape was easily possible for him. Traveling throughout space in the form of a great shadow, the foul specter found a pristine planet full of life, its civilization untainted by war for thousands of years and their world an envy for most others.
The merest gesture of will ended everything.
Their monuments toppled, their oceans dried away, their lands barren, and the inhabitants themselves reduced to ashes as the great darkness consumed all in his gluttony. Using the life of an entire planet, he made himself into more than a mere ghost. Once more, he is alive. His eyes gaze at the stars above, and knows that one day, all of it will be his.
A being shrouded in darkness stands on a dead world, a wasteland of his own making. Once, he was imprisoned in a strange dimension, but the disaster called the Great Slam caused severe damage to several universes, including his prison. The severity of this event caused his jailor to become momentarily distracted and with the severe cracks in reality, an escape was easily possible for him. Traveling throughout space in the form of a great shadow, the foul specter found a pristine planet full of life, its civilization untainted by war for thousands of years and their world an envy for most others.
The merest gesture of will ended everything.
Their monuments toppled, their oceans dried away, their lands barren, and the inhabitants themselves reduced to ashes as the great darkness consumed all in his gluttony. Using the life of an entire planet, he made himself into more than a mere ghost. Once more, he is alive. His eyes gaze at the stars above, and knows that one day, all of it will be his.
I think this is the first RP I'm in where there are more posts in the IC thread than the OOC one
The Valley: Even More Headaches
Rastun receives the file after several minutes of waiting. Judging from the size of it, the data must be a rather extensive research on this threat and it also means it would give him a rather huge headache. Steeling himself, Rastun dives into what must be madness and begins reading the file. The start of it isn't very reassuring, what with all the different interpretations and incarnations of the same being. He supposes that something like that is natural for gods, but it doesn't make this any easier to digest. Apparently one universe has this Unicron entity being built by a primate, despite him being a cosmic entity that predates existence. Rastun can already feel that headache coming. He keeps reading on, and stumbles upon the factoid of Unicron having a body in a parallel universe, which went into a repair mode after someone absorbed his power. This wouldn't be all that hard to swallow if not for the fact that this absorption happened in a time more than a thousand years later. Yet Rastun still continues and eventually manages to get to the Unicron Singularity section, the black hole this Cybertronian was talking about. It indeed is a danger to the multiverse and warped reality to the point other versions of Unicron were sucked in, despite the fact that Unicron is supposed to be a unique entity in the multiverse. It was eventually stopped, but unfortunately, this universe doesn't have a cosmic deity to rely on.
In essence, the history of Unicron is a long and confusing one, to the point that he doubted even those two understood it fully. Rastun feels that Unicron's entire existence matches the state of this universe: Jumbled, confused, and forcefully fused with pieces that don't mesh with each other at all. He wonders how High Command would grapple with this data. Perhaps they can make more sense of it than him, which likely wouldn't say much, but it would be something. Rastun then finally speaks, "Well, I have to say that data was quite...informative, even if hard to grasp at times. I have an idea of what we're up against, at the very least."
A very, very rough idea.
Rastun receives the file after several minutes of waiting. Judging from the size of it, the data must be a rather extensive research on this threat and it also means it would give him a rather huge headache. Steeling himself, Rastun dives into what must be madness and begins reading the file. The start of it isn't very reassuring, what with all the different interpretations and incarnations of the same being. He supposes that something like that is natural for gods, but it doesn't make this any easier to digest. Apparently one universe has this Unicron entity being built by a primate, despite him being a cosmic entity that predates existence. Rastun can already feel that headache coming. He keeps reading on, and stumbles upon the factoid of Unicron having a body in a parallel universe, which went into a repair mode after someone absorbed his power. This wouldn't be all that hard to swallow if not for the fact that this absorption happened in a time more than a thousand years later. Yet Rastun still continues and eventually manages to get to the Unicron Singularity section, the black hole this Cybertronian was talking about. It indeed is a danger to the multiverse and warped reality to the point other versions of Unicron were sucked in, despite the fact that Unicron is supposed to be a unique entity in the multiverse. It was eventually stopped, but unfortunately, this universe doesn't have a cosmic deity to rely on.
In essence, the history of Unicron is a long and confusing one, to the point that he doubted even those two understood it fully. Rastun feels that Unicron's entire existence matches the state of this universe: Jumbled, confused, and forcefully fused with pieces that don't mesh with each other at all. He wonders how High Command would grapple with this data. Perhaps they can make more sense of it than him, which likely wouldn't say much, but it would be something. Rastun then finally speaks, "Well, I have to say that data was quite...informative, even if hard to grasp at times. I have an idea of what we're up against, at the very least."
A very, very rough idea.
The Valley: What Is This I Don't Even
Rastun's mind reels from the Cybertronian's story. What did he mean by "home multiverse"? This universe would count as part of the multiverse, and yet he treats himself as an outsider to it. And this black hole, how could it suddenly appear when it was actually destroyed like he says? In his entire history as an Overseer Agent, Rastun has never heard of such an outlandish cataclysm. Multiverse-devouring black holes that magically respawn even when destroyed? Unbelievable wouldn't even begin to describe it. A multiverse-wide disaster that is known only now, in a universe outside of a particular multiverse even though Rastun doesn't know how that actually works, and the disaster was solved there but not here. It's a very hard story to believe, but no one would try to lie with something so ridiculous. Plus a large scale anomaly like that would explain why spacetime is so disjointed and fused with pieces that just don't fit. And apparently there's another unknown cosmic aberration just as bad, which likely caused the Slam in the first place.
He takes a few moments to assess the situation, and then responds with, "Alright then, it appears we're both interested in spacetime's stability. I will have to ask that you share all the data that you have on this anomaly, however, if we are to work on a solution."
Rastun hopes he isn't kidding himself with that sentence.
Rastun's mind reels from the Cybertronian's story. What did he mean by "home multiverse"? This universe would count as part of the multiverse, and yet he treats himself as an outsider to it. And this black hole, how could it suddenly appear when it was actually destroyed like he says? In his entire history as an Overseer Agent, Rastun has never heard of such an outlandish cataclysm. Multiverse-devouring black holes that magically respawn even when destroyed? Unbelievable wouldn't even begin to describe it. A multiverse-wide disaster that is known only now, in a universe outside of a particular multiverse even though Rastun doesn't know how that actually works, and the disaster was solved there but not here. It's a very hard story to believe, but no one would try to lie with something so ridiculous. Plus a large scale anomaly like that would explain why spacetime is so disjointed and fused with pieces that just don't fit. And apparently there's another unknown cosmic aberration just as bad, which likely caused the Slam in the first place.
He takes a few moments to assess the situation, and then responds with, "Alright then, it appears we're both interested in spacetime's stability. I will have to ask that you share all the data that you have on this anomaly, however, if we are to work on a solution."
Rastun hopes he isn't kidding himself with that sentence.
Autobot City: Meeting the Mystery Duo
None of the Titans have yet to encounter Rastun, but that can change at any moment. He has to find these two as soon as possible and figure out their intentions before he gets mobbed by angry fools in their toy mechs. The signals are moving outside Autobot City and Rastun carefully follows them as he stays out of range from any active leftover security. He doesn't know whether or not the two Cybertronians have already figured out they're being followed, but he can't rule out the possibility of them already knowing. Still, they made no moves to evade him, nor have they attempted to engage him in combat. So far, so good, he thinks.
After several moments of careful stalking, Rastun winds up on a nearby valley, outside of any Titan influence. The signals just stayed there, no movement from them whatsoever. Did they really think they escaped danger and foolishly stayed in one place out of a misguided sense of security? No, that couldn't be it. They rooted themselves there not to hide, but to wait. During this whole assignment so far, neither Cybertronian attempted to shake him off. At first, Rastun thought he was doing his job well, but now, especially after the signals simply stayed in this valley, he thinks otherwise. This is why I shouldn't do recon.
If they were going to ambush him, they'd likely have already done so. It appears they want him to make the first move, and Rastun obliges by opening up his comm channel, and modulates his frequency to their signals so only they can hear him. He kept himself close enough for the appearance of willing communication, but far back enough to convey he still didn't fully trust them.
"I am Overseer Agent Rohnosc Rastun, though I doubt both of you know about my organization. I gather you are already aware of my presence, which is why I chose to openly communicate. With that said, I must ask what your purpose here is."
None of the Titans have yet to encounter Rastun, but that can change at any moment. He has to find these two as soon as possible and figure out their intentions before he gets mobbed by angry fools in their toy mechs. The signals are moving outside Autobot City and Rastun carefully follows them as he stays out of range from any active leftover security. He doesn't know whether or not the two Cybertronians have already figured out they're being followed, but he can't rule out the possibility of them already knowing. Still, they made no moves to evade him, nor have they attempted to engage him in combat. So far, so good, he thinks.
After several moments of careful stalking, Rastun winds up on a nearby valley, outside of any Titan influence. The signals just stayed there, no movement from them whatsoever. Did they really think they escaped danger and foolishly stayed in one place out of a misguided sense of security? No, that couldn't be it. They rooted themselves there not to hide, but to wait. During this whole assignment so far, neither Cybertronian attempted to shake him off. At first, Rastun thought he was doing his job well, but now, especially after the signals simply stayed in this valley, he thinks otherwise. This is why I shouldn't do recon.
If they were going to ambush him, they'd likely have already done so. It appears they want him to make the first move, and Rastun obliges by opening up his comm channel, and modulates his frequency to their signals so only they can hear him. He kept himself close enough for the appearance of willing communication, but far back enough to convey he still didn't fully trust them.
"I am Overseer Agent Rohnosc Rastun, though I doubt both of you know about my organization. I gather you are already aware of my presence, which is why I chose to openly communicate. With that said, I must ask what your purpose here is."
Somewhere in Earth's orbit
A white Chronoframe emerges from a rift and hangs above the blue planet like an ominous angel of death. However, the purpose is not to bring conflict, but to merely observe. According to the readings from HQ, the two have landed somewhere in Autobot City. Rastun flies towards it, being careful to fly just out of their sensor ranges while being close enough to do reconnaissance. After several moments, he arrives at his destination and what he sees is a total mess. Several ridiculous looking mechs, each with the unnerving artificial face modeled after a woman's, lie either disabled non-lethally or hacked to pieces with some blade. The entire city block itself became a casualty of this skirmish. Judging from the scene of the one-sided battle, these mechs likely attempted to swarm one or two targets, only to be demolished. The ones who caused this chaos are more than likely the two mystery Cybertronians Rastun is supposed to be investigating. It's of little surprise that they are capable of overcoming opponents like those if the pair is as technologically advanced as High Command claims.
Rastun continues to hover over the ruined cityscape, and finds inactive security systems which were likely hacked in some manner. He simply shakes his head at the damage they caused. Those two aren't making this investigation any easier. If there are any other Titans that stumble onto Rastun, they'd go on high alert and swarm him due to their panic. Clearly, hoping for less chaos is a mistake on Rastun's part. He'd prefer not to get wrapped up in petty territorial and political disputes, but something tells him he won't have much of a choice.
A white Chronoframe emerges from a rift and hangs above the blue planet like an ominous angel of death. However, the purpose is not to bring conflict, but to merely observe. According to the readings from HQ, the two have landed somewhere in Autobot City. Rastun flies towards it, being careful to fly just out of their sensor ranges while being close enough to do reconnaissance. After several moments, he arrives at his destination and what he sees is a total mess. Several ridiculous looking mechs, each with the unnerving artificial face modeled after a woman's, lie either disabled non-lethally or hacked to pieces with some blade. The entire city block itself became a casualty of this skirmish. Judging from the scene of the one-sided battle, these mechs likely attempted to swarm one or two targets, only to be demolished. The ones who caused this chaos are more than likely the two mystery Cybertronians Rastun is supposed to be investigating. It's of little surprise that they are capable of overcoming opponents like those if the pair is as technologically advanced as High Command claims.
Rastun continues to hover over the ruined cityscape, and finds inactive security systems which were likely hacked in some manner. He simply shakes his head at the damage they caused. Those two aren't making this investigation any easier. If there are any other Titans that stumble onto Rastun, they'd go on high alert and swarm him due to their panic. Clearly, hoping for less chaos is a mistake on Rastun's part. He'd prefer not to get wrapped up in petty territorial and political disputes, but something tells him he won't have much of a choice.
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