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starscreamthefirst
starscreamthefirstFrom the depths of my subconscious as I sleep, I recall having a strange dream last night. After what could be months of nothingness or rather lack of remembering the thoughts that intrude upon my slumber, this comes to me out of nowhere. I have been so caught up in other things that have persistently kept my mind both busy and troubled, perhaps the stress inducing this. Dreams have always been few and far between for me, but the ones I do have tend to make the most impact they can. This may lead to understanding some of the significance to them, if I am so able to break them down.
Of course, the dream is fading at the edges as I try and recall what exactly happened. The feeling though is what stands out most to the forefront of my mind. Not unlike an emptiness, but there is something there. The uneasiness of mortality coming to question, or I dare say the feeling of loss? Its difficult to put my finger on exactly, though this is nothing new to me. I was never good at understanding my own feelings let alone know what I am feeling to start with.
I digress, the dream is first person, as mine always are when I am present within them. I am somewhere I recognize whilst I am in the dream, but as I think of it now I have absolutely no idea. The memory of this place is lost to me as I try and think of it now. It is.. I think somewhere at the least Cybertronian dominated. Whether its on Cybertron is unclear as it could very well be another planet. The buildings are disheveled and constructed in a manner that is what I can only describe as in disarray. No 2 buildings are the same, and look to have been built completely with no regard to one another. The weather is also very dry, I hate it.
In this place I am looking for something. Begrudgingly, more particularly I am looking for 'someone', well.. what's left of them. I am under the impression that at this time Megatron has been missing. This isn't abnormal though. Its something he always does, going off on his own for some ridiculous expenditure. I am starting to think this is definitely some random planet, a Cybertronian colony, or in the process of becoming one. There are a lot of parts being traded on the streets here. Name it and you could probably find it amongst the heaps of spoils collected from the war by these scavengers. Servos, optics, even full chassis. There is no fighting going on now, no badges to be seen on any of the mechs I come across. Ah, it must be a neutral territory then. Lovely.
I am drawn into one of the structures at some point, a collector of specific tastes ushering me in to discuss objects of interest to me. Along the shelf on the back wall, I am greeted with a stack of heads. Mostly intact too. There are mechs I recognize, the majority I don't. It becomes clear to me I have found what I am looking for, I can read it in the carrion pickers EM field that he is either too stupid to mask or lacks any care to. His presence disgusts me.
Now, I hate to have an audience in these more sensitive matters, and I don't intend to pay some grimy neutral who scavenges the battlefield for a war he refused to pick a side in. So I make quick haste to relieve him of this position, an act of mercy really. With his lifeless chassis kicked to the side I begin my search. Looking through each face, tossing them aside as I dig through the pile of the deceased, the shelf quickly empties without my quarry. I stop to think, knowing the grotesque collector probably would have stashed this particular good in a more secure place, and move through the rest of the building.
After searching throughout near the entirety of the place I come to the sleeping quarters of the merchant. It is beneath the slimy neutral's berth I come across his more valuable stash. To think someone had been recharging above this for who knows how long. I pull out a box and with more delicate handling than I had the previous items retrieve what was tucked away inside. This is where the weird feeling starts, as I stare down at Megatron's head suspended between my 2 servos. Good grief, it's not a feeling of sadness, don't be stupid. Maybe its something like disappointment?
The air is empty around me as I look over Megatron's face, scanning for any signs that it would activate somehow and start chastising me. It does not. The thought prevalent in my mind is that this thing is in locked stasis or just a shell. Megatron changes out of bodies as easily as I can, a quirk if you will of being constructed cold. Of course, usually the head is connected to the brain module and the spark.. which would be transferred over to the new frame. It is not unlike him however, to be craftier at this than the average mech. The thought never falls to him being actually dead. That would be too easy.
Finding this just means that I have more work to be done. I bring it, him?, back to my ship and attempt at connecting the head to a source of power, see if I can evoke something from it. Nothing happens. There is a faint crackle of static, but nothing more. The dream gets fuzzier at this point, and I'm not sure what if anything happens next. I'm just left with feeling like I'm missing something.
End Log 8
-Starscream the First
Of course, the dream is fading at the edges as I try and recall what exactly happened. The feeling though is what stands out most to the forefront of my mind. Not unlike an emptiness, but there is something there. The uneasiness of mortality coming to question, or I dare say the feeling of loss? Its difficult to put my finger on exactly, though this is nothing new to me. I was never good at understanding my own feelings let alone know what I am feeling to start with.
I digress, the dream is first person, as mine always are when I am present within them. I am somewhere I recognize whilst I am in the dream, but as I think of it now I have absolutely no idea. The memory of this place is lost to me as I try and think of it now. It is.. I think somewhere at the least Cybertronian dominated. Whether its on Cybertron is unclear as it could very well be another planet. The buildings are disheveled and constructed in a manner that is what I can only describe as in disarray. No 2 buildings are the same, and look to have been built completely with no regard to one another. The weather is also very dry, I hate it.
In this place I am looking for something. Begrudgingly, more particularly I am looking for 'someone', well.. what's left of them. I am under the impression that at this time Megatron has been missing. This isn't abnormal though. Its something he always does, going off on his own for some ridiculous expenditure. I am starting to think this is definitely some random planet, a Cybertronian colony, or in the process of becoming one. There are a lot of parts being traded on the streets here. Name it and you could probably find it amongst the heaps of spoils collected from the war by these scavengers. Servos, optics, even full chassis. There is no fighting going on now, no badges to be seen on any of the mechs I come across. Ah, it must be a neutral territory then. Lovely.
I am drawn into one of the structures at some point, a collector of specific tastes ushering me in to discuss objects of interest to me. Along the shelf on the back wall, I am greeted with a stack of heads. Mostly intact too. There are mechs I recognize, the majority I don't. It becomes clear to me I have found what I am looking for, I can read it in the carrion pickers EM field that he is either too stupid to mask or lacks any care to. His presence disgusts me.
Now, I hate to have an audience in these more sensitive matters, and I don't intend to pay some grimy neutral who scavenges the battlefield for a war he refused to pick a side in. So I make quick haste to relieve him of this position, an act of mercy really. With his lifeless chassis kicked to the side I begin my search. Looking through each face, tossing them aside as I dig through the pile of the deceased, the shelf quickly empties without my quarry. I stop to think, knowing the grotesque collector probably would have stashed this particular good in a more secure place, and move through the rest of the building.
After searching throughout near the entirety of the place I come to the sleeping quarters of the merchant. It is beneath the slimy neutral's berth I come across his more valuable stash. To think someone had been recharging above this for who knows how long. I pull out a box and with more delicate handling than I had the previous items retrieve what was tucked away inside. This is where the weird feeling starts, as I stare down at Megatron's head suspended between my 2 servos. Good grief, it's not a feeling of sadness, don't be stupid. Maybe its something like disappointment?
The air is empty around me as I look over Megatron's face, scanning for any signs that it would activate somehow and start chastising me. It does not. The thought prevalent in my mind is that this thing is in locked stasis or just a shell. Megatron changes out of bodies as easily as I can, a quirk if you will of being constructed cold. Of course, usually the head is connected to the brain module and the spark.. which would be transferred over to the new frame. It is not unlike him however, to be craftier at this than the average mech. The thought never falls to him being actually dead. That would be too easy.
Finding this just means that I have more work to be done. I bring it, him?, back to my ship and attempt at connecting the head to a source of power, see if I can evoke something from it. Nothing happens. There is a faint crackle of static, but nothing more. The dream gets fuzzier at this point, and I'm not sure what if anything happens next. I'm just left with feeling like I'm missing something.
End Log 8
-Starscream the First
