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Fragile
Mar 18, 2011 22:48:40 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 18, 2011 22:48:40 GMT -5
Rodimus gives Xaaron a blank look at first, then his operational optic widens faintly in understanding and... remembrance.
"I... yeah. I remember," he murmurs. "Anyway... go on?"
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Fragile
Mar 20, 2011 21:15:41 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 20, 2011 21:15:41 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron gives Rodimus Prime a curious look. Either the child is even more out of it than he looks, or... hrm. Odd choice of words.
"So Primus tried comets, but his light boiled them off to nothing, so comets simply would not do."
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Fragile
Mar 20, 2011 21:22:30 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 20, 2011 21:22:30 GMT -5
Rodimus, however, catches the look, and murmurs, "Right before I trapped Unicron in the Matrix. Encountered him on the astral plane. That's... where I learned about Primus in the first place, actually. Was... strange."
He listens as Xaaron continues the tale, then nods his head. "Right. So, no stars, no comets."
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Fragile
Mar 21, 2011 10:13:07 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 21, 2011 10:13:07 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron holds up a finger. Not so fast! "Now and then, exploratory teams find traces of compounds that could only be produced by life, deep in space. Some come from more mundane forms of life, but some of them are traces of Primus's boiled comets - radiated radiant life itself."
"So he tried gas giant planets, thinking that perhaps the whirling gasses would make Unicron lose himself. However..." Emirate Xaaron smiles. "You know, gas giants are often just shy of igniting into small stars? They did."
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Fragile
Mar 21, 2011 11:15:14 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 21, 2011 11:15:14 GMT -5
Rodimus considers this, the operational corner of his mouth pulling down into a frown.
"Was anyone hurt, or do... does the story even care about that?" He tries to imagine, say, Earth's solar system with the sudden addition of a new star, and most decidedly doesn't like the thought.
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Fragile
Mar 21, 2011 22:28:36 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 21, 2011 22:28:36 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron doesn't look startled, which is sad enough as it is. Primus is a hard god. "After Primus tried inhabiting stars, and the system inhabitants complained of him seeing all that transpired during the day, he tried only the loneliest of uninhabited systems, flitting into comets and then gas giants. However, this wore hard upon him. Already, he was alone among the gods, chosen to battle all of the dark, doomed by his duty. So when it became clear gas giant would not do, he tried moons in an inhabited system."
"This was even worse than suns. What people do by day, they may not mind being seen, but what they do by night is for them alone."
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Fragile
Mar 22, 2011 8:30:09 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 22, 2011 8:30:09 GMT -5
Rodimus remains quiet, studying Emirate Xaaron. It doesn't escape him that the Autobot leader didn't actually answer his question. He nods his head faintly as Xaaron tells the next section, indicating that he should continue.
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Fragile
Mar 22, 2011 21:58:11 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 22, 2011 21:58:11 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron feels the question was answered! He said Primus was tooling around in the most desolate of systems for the gas giant trials.
Emirate Xaaron does continue, "Neither star nor comet nor gas giant nor moon would hold Primus - he was alone amoung the gods and unwanted among the celestial bodies. Primus dared not try the rocky planets, for fear of harming the charges he was set to protect, for they might grow there, come a day. So it came to be that he settled upon the lowly asteroid, and so he and Unicron were trapped in these cages of Primus's own making."
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Fragile
Mar 23, 2011 8:16:02 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 23, 2011 8:16:02 GMT -5
Rodimus continues to be silent as Emirate Xaaron tells his story, but then he tilts his head slightly at the end, operational optic narrowed as he considers the tale.
"So that's... it?"
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Fragile
Mar 24, 2011 0:01:05 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 24, 2011 0:01:05 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron smiles wanly. "I'm afraid that's all there is to that telling. The story is meant to be told before undertaking a dangerous venture. Now is perhaps not quite appropriate, more after the fact, but..."
He holds up one hand and then tilts it off to the side, shrugging.
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Fragile
Mar 24, 2011 15:31:32 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 24, 2011 15:31:32 GMT -5
Rodimus's optic slowly dims until it's almost out, then it brightens again. "Aah. Okay. Why... why do they tell it before something dangerous? I mean... he had to try a lot of things, but in the end... end the end, he's still stuck in an asteroid."
And then his optic brightens once more. "One that... became our home."
The corner of his lip pulls into a partial smile. "Never mind."
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Fragile
Mar 25, 2011 21:50:49 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 25, 2011 21:50:49 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron smiles back at Rodimus Prime as he realises what Emirate Xaaron meant. He reaches to give him a pat on the lower arm, as carefully as he can, and he murmurs, "Clever Prime. Now rest and bide your strength."
Emirate Xaaron won't be going anywhere. He has plenty of work to do on his datapad, after all.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
Posts: 411
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Fragile
Mar 27, 2011 22:26:35 GMT -5
Post by Skid-Z on Mar 27, 2011 22:26:35 GMT -5
There's a knock on the door-frame sometime after, Skid-Z having just arrived there. He doesn't forget to salute before carefully inquiring: "Uhm... are visitors still accepted, Sirs?"
He's holding a small holographic display, one that is currently projecting a bouquet of flowers in a vase. When you visit someone in the hospital, bring flowers. If flowers aren't allowed, bring something that looks like it.
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Fragile
Mar 28, 2011 14:35:44 GMT -5
Post by Rodimus Prime on Mar 28, 2011 14:35:44 GMT -5
Rodimus has another visitor?
So it would seem!
His operational optic brightens, and the corner of his mouth pulls up in a partial smile. At the moment, it's the closest he can manage to his usual easy grin.
"Well, I certainly accept them," he rasps out. "The medics might have something to say about that, but they're all busy right now, so..." he turns his head, trying to look around. "We got any other seats back here? How you doing, Skid-Z?"
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Fragile
Mar 28, 2011 16:03:17 GMT -5
Post by Emirate Xaaron on Mar 28, 2011 16:03:17 GMT -5
"There are more chairs in the closet," Emirate Xaaron offers quietly, concerned about Rodimus Prime craning his head around so.
To Skid-Z, he says even more quietly, "He isn't awake often, but he isn't asleep often, either."
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