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starscreamthefirst
starscreamthefirstThis is something of a persistent memory I experienced in a dream.. oh 2 years ago at this point in time? I had meant to journal about it sooner, and I had attempted to. The original writing I began had been lost from a browser crash unfortunately. Pity. After that I let it go, focused on life, etc. I hate to reword something after already going through the task. And normally I wouldn't bring back up such a distant occurrence, I like to write things fresh. However, I think something new isn't bad to try, as like I said, its persistence has me doing so now.
It begins hazy, a planet with windswept deserts outstretching for miles on end. You can't see the horizon line as the sands are picked up and tossed about. There's structures, whats left of them ,scattered throughout this place. One of them stands out, under the slant of the sands sifting it further away beneath the surface. Time has truly claimed this place. That is obvious from what is seen, but also, that you know something else happened here to make it this way. The signs of life, civilization, remnants of an ancient culture that arrived at sudden decimation. This didn't happen overnight.
I walked through this place. Yes, walking by pede. There was a reason for it that's lost on me, but there we were, walking through this gritty, sand plagued place. I can feel the pull of it now, viciously tugging and dragging at my pedes through the horrendously shifty grounds. I hated it. Soundwave had been with me then as well. He seemed to be either faring better than myself, which I will not admit if he was, or he was just good at hiding it. I'm going to go with the latter.
I'm not sure how long it took us, how many mega-cycles we continued onward to what destination we were looking for. I know it wasn't a skip in the park, that's for certain. There was a secrecy about it. Our ship left in orbit, a reason we couldn't land. What was it? My thoughts are on the premises that being discreet was necessary, but also when I think of the structures sinking away in the dunes, I'm reminded another potential reason. I suppose its unwise to land a large vessel here, too much a risk that it wont be able to lift off again. Then again, I'm still left with the perplexing question.. why this planet? Of everywhere else we could have been meeting, why was it here? I'll continue to sit on that.
We had eventually arrived to what we were looking for, a large structure half sliding beneath the slope. It was reminiscent of a church-like or old place of worship and ascension. What rubbish. Inside the walls were hollowed out, the building broken apart like a massive wind tunnel. The sands had whittled away at the walls leaving it this way. I remember the sound of it, humming eerily throughout as we stepped within. The noise reverberated within my helm uncomfortably. That or it was the preemptive feeling of who exactly we were here to meet with.
It wasn't fear. That was not a word I'd use to describe anything, especially him. There was nothing about such an insignificant figure throughout the entirety of the decepticon threshold that would propose a sense of fear. I've heard the stories, I know all the rumors, but nothing of that sounded evidently grand to me. It sounded psychotic. Here we were though, wasting precious time, coming all the way out to this forsaken planet to meet him. Tarn.
He was there waiting for us. Oddly alone. It wasn't normal for him to be anywhere without the rest of the dececpticon justice division. I don't know if that made things better or more unsettling. It didn't matter. Arriving at the same time as Soundwave and I, Megatron and Skywarp stalked in from the polar entrance we had come from. Megatron didn't even send a glance my way, immediately addressing Tarn. Soundwave, Skywarp, and I remained silent throughout as much as I recall. This was to be a quick and easy exchange and then we were off again.
What was exchanged was unclear to me. Whether I simply don't remember, or I was merely uninformed of by our Lord I'm not certain of. The last thing was our separation afterwords as we returned through the sand again and back to our respective ships. That was it. I feel like it was important though, like something that happened that day I should remember.. Something changed in that moment. It was so long ago, before Earth, before.. well a lot of things.
That memory sticks with me, itching like those sands in the back of my mind. One day maybe more will come of it, but for now, that's all I'm left with. I'll continue to think about it, I can't stop. Only time will tell what becomes of it.
End log 4.
-Starscream
It begins hazy, a planet with windswept deserts outstretching for miles on end. You can't see the horizon line as the sands are picked up and tossed about. There's structures, whats left of them ,scattered throughout this place. One of them stands out, under the slant of the sands sifting it further away beneath the surface. Time has truly claimed this place. That is obvious from what is seen, but also, that you know something else happened here to make it this way. The signs of life, civilization, remnants of an ancient culture that arrived at sudden decimation. This didn't happen overnight.
I walked through this place. Yes, walking by pede. There was a reason for it that's lost on me, but there we were, walking through this gritty, sand plagued place. I can feel the pull of it now, viciously tugging and dragging at my pedes through the horrendously shifty grounds. I hated it. Soundwave had been with me then as well. He seemed to be either faring better than myself, which I will not admit if he was, or he was just good at hiding it. I'm going to go with the latter.
I'm not sure how long it took us, how many mega-cycles we continued onward to what destination we were looking for. I know it wasn't a skip in the park, that's for certain. There was a secrecy about it. Our ship left in orbit, a reason we couldn't land. What was it? My thoughts are on the premises that being discreet was necessary, but also when I think of the structures sinking away in the dunes, I'm reminded another potential reason. I suppose its unwise to land a large vessel here, too much a risk that it wont be able to lift off again. Then again, I'm still left with the perplexing question.. why this planet? Of everywhere else we could have been meeting, why was it here? I'll continue to sit on that.
We had eventually arrived to what we were looking for, a large structure half sliding beneath the slope. It was reminiscent of a church-like or old place of worship and ascension. What rubbish. Inside the walls were hollowed out, the building broken apart like a massive wind tunnel. The sands had whittled away at the walls leaving it this way. I remember the sound of it, humming eerily throughout as we stepped within. The noise reverberated within my helm uncomfortably. That or it was the preemptive feeling of who exactly we were here to meet with.
It wasn't fear. That was not a word I'd use to describe anything, especially him. There was nothing about such an insignificant figure throughout the entirety of the decepticon threshold that would propose a sense of fear. I've heard the stories, I know all the rumors, but nothing of that sounded evidently grand to me. It sounded psychotic. Here we were though, wasting precious time, coming all the way out to this forsaken planet to meet him. Tarn.
He was there waiting for us. Oddly alone. It wasn't normal for him to be anywhere without the rest of the dececpticon justice division. I don't know if that made things better or more unsettling. It didn't matter. Arriving at the same time as Soundwave and I, Megatron and Skywarp stalked in from the polar entrance we had come from. Megatron didn't even send a glance my way, immediately addressing Tarn. Soundwave, Skywarp, and I remained silent throughout as much as I recall. This was to be a quick and easy exchange and then we were off again.
What was exchanged was unclear to me. Whether I simply don't remember, or I was merely uninformed of by our Lord I'm not certain of. The last thing was our separation afterwords as we returned through the sand again and back to our respective ships. That was it. I feel like it was important though, like something that happened that day I should remember.. Something changed in that moment. It was so long ago, before Earth, before.. well a lot of things.
That memory sticks with me, itching like those sands in the back of my mind. One day maybe more will come of it, but for now, that's all I'm left with. I'll continue to think about it, I can't stop. Only time will tell what becomes of it.
End log 4.
-Starscream
