Hail the Prime

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Hail the Prime Sept 28, 2014 17:52:41 GMT -5

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Post by DoctorMichael on Sept 28, 2014 17:52:41 GMT -5

Deepstrike looked at the coordinates once more, it was by now impossible to count the times she had done so, but she couldn't help it. She had to be absolutely sure she was going in the right direction, towards this planet called Earth of all things. But she had to go, it was there, just perhaps, that her Prime waited for her. But what if it wasn't? what if it was a trick?! Then she'd tear him to pieces for his insolence, no one would ever be allowed to pretend they were her Prime unwarranted! Soon, yes soon, she would be on Earth, to meet her Prime or destroy a pretender. One way or another, her journey would be at it's end soon. Deepstrike had to admit she wasn't sure how she felt about it. From what her stasis statistics had told her, she had been in stasis for a very very long time. She honestly had no idea what had changed or how much had changed.

She then slithered to a monitor, turning it on she then accessed the secure channel by which she had been contacted in the first place, sending a message of her own. <" ~"Hailing thy Autobots and Lord Prime, this is Deepstrike. I doth seek audience with thee Lord Prime, for I hath heard thee summoning and I hath come. I shall be at the coordinates that thee Lord Prime himself has specified."~ "> And with that the ships monitors turned on, displaying her destination. Earth, a tiny little blue planet amidst the cosmos. Deepstrike clicked her fingers against her lower arms, unsure what to think. Everything was very uncertain. She missed her Prime, his firm guidance as he commanded her. Hopefully, she would soon be under her Prime's guidance once more.

Soon the ship entered the atmosphere, and not long after it landed, burrowing into the ground before collapsing the tunnel behind it. Deepstrike left, burrowing to the surface where she looked around, her optics buzzing. It was a desolate area, but that might be a good thing. She knew nothing about the inhabitants of this planet, if there was any that was. For now, all Deepstrike could do, was wait, burrowing herself again, lurking, awaiting the arrival of someone, anyone, who could give her answers.

Last Edit: Sept 29, 2014 6:25:44 GMT -5 by DoctorMichael

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Hail the Prime Sept 30, 2014 15:33:10 GMT -5

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Post by scribbler619 on Sept 30, 2014 15:33:10 GMT -5

It was quiet all around him; the swirling sands of the desert only accompanied by the hum of Optimus’s engine as he cruised down a long and lonely road. It was near evening, the sun on the horizon had turned a reddish orange, the skies above that a blend of different colors, all different hues and shades, a masterpiece that could only have been matched by that of the setting sun on Cybertron itself.

In an attempt to enjoy this time to himself as well as what Earth had to offer a little longer, slowing down his advance to where he was going at only two-thirds of his previous pace, though he didn’t slow to a stop, not even when his com-link alerted him to an incoming message. Maneuvering the internal mechanisms of his alt mode, he immediately answered it, expecting a familiar voice. However, he was met with one he hadn’t heard before, and to make it all the more peculiar, it was a voice speaking in Cybertronian. The language itself had been abandoned for a long time, especially after eons of fighting among the stars . . . But it was not forgotten.

This was a new individual; one he hadn’t yet met . . . He was unfamiliar with this name, ‘Deepstrike’. He internally squirmed as she addressed him as “Lord”. He had never required such a demand, nor did he uphold or encourage the use of that title. He was no lord. <”~”I am Optimus Prime, and I am in-route to your coordinates, Deepstrike. I will arrive shortly.”~”>

When he was close to arriving at the location in question, he found himself aware of the memories here. This had been where a few of his other Autobots arrived, where they had first gathered on Earth. These coordinates were later intercepted by Decepticons, and then abandoned . . . and yet, there was one more call coming from the same place. Signs of a landing surrounded him as he transformed, entering the area in Bot mode. By the speech, this was someone who knew nothing of Earth, and Optimus still wasn’t sure if they were even an Autobot. His gait was cautious, yet wasn’t without purpose. The Autobot leader’s faceguard was forward and locked in, prepared for an ambush, though he had no weapons at hand; not yet.

His optics swept over the land he had before him, yet there was only a short scar in the land before it disappeared underneath upturned, fresh earth. Where had they gone, or was the signal fake, a trap, organized by Decepticons?

<”~“Deepstrike?”~”>

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Hail the Prime Sept 30, 2014 16:26:57 GMT -5

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Post by DoctorMichael on Sept 30, 2014 16:26:57 GMT -5

She felt the vibrations in the ground as Optimus approached long before his arrival. She knew something was on the way, but what could it be? That, she had no idea about. One way or another, they would soon meet. Her and the so called Prime. Was it really her Prime? or was it an impostor? Deepstrike didn't dare hope, yet, she might finally have found her Prime again. She had been summoned, and it was a summon she could not ignore. If it was her Prime calling, then she was needed here, wherever here was. Earth, the message had called the planet. Seemed like a strange name for it. But really, what did Deepstrike know about this planet, it's customs and people? Nothing, and she didn't particularly care at the moment either, Not with her reunion with her Prime possibly so close at hand.

Then, something big arrived. Deepstrike recognized the sound and weight behind it as a Cybertronian. She heard the figure approach even further, but she remained hidden. She wasn't about to give herself away to a potential enemy. She needed more Intel. but it had been a long time since she had done this, and she hadn't had time to study the area. Then she heard him over the secure channel. It was him, he was there, otherwise there would be more than her name as a question. Thus, she unburied herself, slithering out of the ground, almost silently, her red, glowing optics focused entirely on Optimus. There was a lot of her coming out of the ground, slowly coiling together as she looked at him.

<”~“That is me. So thou art thee acclaimed Prime? How canth I knowth that thou art whom thy claim to be?”~”> She asked as she looked at Prime, her eyes careful, suspicious. She was clearly a warrior, but a warrior of a more primal time, another time, so unlike Optimus own. <”~“Prove thouself..prove thou is the Prime. How else canth I trust thee?”~”> She said as she observed him. She was wondering what he'd do. One way or another, she was ready.

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Hail the Prime Oct 1, 2014 0:24:35 GMT -5

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Post by scribbler619 on Oct 1, 2014 0:24:35 GMT -5

There was hardly any warning before the strange Cybertronian emerged. It was a sight the Autobot leader had never encountered before, and his optics widened slightly as they rose out of the ground, dirt falling away from their large, serpentine form. Judging from the voice, she was indeed female, and had many aspects of a Predacon, yet her color scheme and appearance almost had the aspects of a Decepticon. And yet, Optimus would not disregard her and her claims; not until she showed any signs of hostility. He kept his stance, allowing her to speak, hearing her voice both outside and inside the channel.

Deepstrike asked a question that Optimus had not encountered in a long time. At this point in the war, his very color scheme alone was enough to betray his identity--- and his appearance was in both sides’ extensive databases. He looked into her red optics, his blue gaze trying to judge as to why she didn’t know, and he began to piece together all of the clues that he had already been given. It was likely to expect that this stranger knew nothing about the war, or anything that had happened over the large spanse of time between now and far back to perhaps sometime in the Golden Age, before Megatron’s rise as a Gladiator.

Could she have been in stasis all this time, only to wind up on Earth, of all places?

It was the only hunch that he possessed that seemed logical. His answer was dependent on her own knowledge, and, as far as he knew, there was only one item in his possession that he was sure would be the mark of the Prime. While he had his own questions, he didn’t want this to turn into a fight, therefore, his optics looked from hers to his chest, where he opened up the armor to reveal the Matrix of Leadership that was stored there. ~”This was bestowed upon me by Primus himself, and has been in my possession since then. Again, I appeal to you as Optimus Prime.”~ He closed his chest again, hiding the Matrix of Leadership underneath his armor once more, his optics returning to Deepstrike.

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Hail the Prime Oct 1, 2014 3:16:07 GMT -5

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Post by DoctorMichael on Oct 1, 2014 3:16:07 GMT -5

Deepstrike looked at Optimus, unsure what he had in mind. Would he attack, was he a real prime? She had her doubts. But then, then all doubts were swept away. As Optimus opened his armor, Deepstrike's optics expanded in shock. THE MATRIX! He had the Matrix! The very symbol of the Prime's power. It had been a very very long time since she had seen it's radiance, even before her stasis. As she gazed upon the very Symbol of Primes, the Cybertronian's body trembled, a quiet clatter clear evidence of this. Somehow, Optimus seemed much bigger to Deepstrike, he was no longer just a Cybertronian, no, he was something much more, he was a PRIME, HER Prime.

Deepstrike felt a elation and reverence filled filled her. She had found him, her Prime. She had finally found him. It had been so long, so very very long without the guidance of a Prime to lead her, but the wait was over. She had found him, he had called and she had answered. She had been a good subject and obeyed lord Prime. She was his soldier, his claw in the dark. She was what he needed her to be. She had found him, Her Prime. She had finally found her Prime again.

~"Lord Prime..I greet thy excellence and hereby swear my loyalty to thee. I am thy sword, thy dagger, use my service as thou see fit. I am yours to command my Lord."~ She spoke as she bowed before him, her face almost touching the ground before his feet, her entire body trembling softly. She had found her Prime. She was home, everything was right again. She was at her Prime's side, she was his to command. What more could she possibly ask for? It was as it should be, and Deepstrike couldn't be happier.

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Hail the Prime Oct 7, 2014 0:05:28 GMT -5

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Post by scribbler619 on Oct 7, 2014 0:05:28 GMT -5

Her reaction to his introduction wasn’t well-received, though the Autobot leader didn’t fully show it. Each time she referred to him as “lord”, it prodded him underneath his armor and made him uncomfortable. He was no lord; and he had never before had anyone refer to him as “lord” . . . That title was more reserved for one who saw themselves above their comrades, and Optimus did not. And if he thought the title that she pushed on him was bad enough, he was completely unprepared for her bow.

The Autobot leader resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably, his optics alone reflecting his great aversion to this action. Never before had he wanted any of the Autobots to bow to him, and he still didn’t have an inkling of a desire . . . as a matter of fact, Deepstrike’s bowing made the unpleasant jabbing in his spark worse. Optimus opened his mouth to speak, though he closed it again and waited for her to finish, unwilling to be rude despite how much each and every “lord” made the situation for him all the more repugnantly puzzling.

~“Please, Deepstrike, do not bow,”~ he said, after she was finished speaking. ~“You never need to bow to me, nor are titles like . . . "lord" . . . ever required . . . I do not see them to be necessary, and do not acclaim their use.”~

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