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Characters: Blaster/@mythras Location: Earth Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Curiousity really can kill the cat sometimes. Or at least, put them far too close to danger.
Blaster is not considered the most careful of mechs at times.
This would be one of them.
He decided to poke at the various radio frequencies and waves that he can reach out to, hoping to find more fellow Autobots. But this one seemed... interesting.
It was not a frequency he was very familiar with, so... he dug into it a little more, poking through.
Mythras suppresses the innate growl. Soundwave was communications officer, so it must not be a Decepticon, no Decepticon would dare claim such. Autobot! Hmm, this could prove advantageous.
It either evoked the idea of something sinister, or someone had a real interesting designation.
Either way, Blaster takes a moment to analyze the response. He didn't claim to be an Autobot, but the introduction seemed way too calculated.
Time to continue poking.
<< So you are Cybertronian right? Been a long time since I spoke to a fellow Cybertronian. Your designation is interesting though. Were you of a high caste? >>
Chatty, conversational tone, cause a suspicion is only a suspicion after all.
It either evoked the idea of something sinister, or someone had a real interesting designation.
Either way, Blaster takes a moment to analyze the response. He didn't claim to be an Autobot, but the introduction seemed way too calculated.
Time to continue poking.
<< So you are Cybertronian right? Been a long time since I spoke to a fellow Cybertronian. Your designation is interesting though. Were you of a high caste? >>
Chatty, conversational tone, cause a suspicion is only a suspicion after all.
@blaster
Mythras smirked, typical autobot tactics. Act friendly to get information. Sniveling rats.
<<Yes, I am. I was not a Senator, if that was what you were asking. But I was not a low caste, such as a Gladiator or a Miner. I suppose you could say I was High Castes. What of you, Blaster?>> He questions.
Indeed, Mythras isn't lying. He grits his denta, not liking to remember the Caste system.
Poor Mythras, making his first mistake already. Blaster is not acting friendly. He just is that friendly.
The other mech can hear Blaster's warm and friendly laugh on the other line in response to his question.
<< I guess you can say I am- was- a low caste. But I like to think I moved up in the world you know. Done better for myself. >> Blaster's tone was wistful now. << The war changed a lot. For worse, yeah. But for better too, ya know? We could still be oppressed now.>> Another warm laugh. << Not that I am grateful for war, cause war's pretty gruesome and ugly. Unnecessary. We could have made a revolution that didn't have to end in violence.>>
While talking, he was tracing the line backwards. Not Autobot, but coded similarly to his lines yet different at the same time. It had a complexity to it that only one mech in the universe can do.
Mythras narrowed his eyes, not that the other mech could see it. He has the proper ambition, yet he is so misguided by his false ideals.
'I must help him.' Mythras declares, mentally.
<<I see. That's a healthy and most admirable way of thought. And yes, you are right, it could've been worse.>> He lets out a quiet shudder. <<The War. It was rather pointless, the enemy could've, no, should've, just submitted and this war would've never happened. I pity them. I truly do, and not the bad kind of pity. I truly feel sympathy and pity for this war.>> He chuckles, remembering how he had been drafted to the Decepticons.
<<I like to think that perhaps the other side will one day just realize we shouldn't fight. We're both Cybertronians, yet we fight. I don't understand.>> He sighs. <<In a sense of irony, I'm grateful to the War. Not for the reasons you'd think. But, it just made me comrades I never would've met otherwise, y'know?>>
Mythras frowns. He truly did pity the Autobots. They just weren't right. The Caste System was wrong. It was absolutely horrible, what Megatron did. What the Decepticons did? It changed everything! But, not all of them must've truly chosen it? Some may have been drafted and misguided! Yes, yes!
It's a rather ugly word, and one that wouldn't come from a neutral, but rather one who gave into a rather twisted ideology.
He got himself a Decepticon after all.
<< Pity for the war? What do you mean? Did the war become a living entity we should shelter and protect?>> Blaster laughs, because it was very laughable.
<< I don't like that word. Submission. It indicates that there is only one right way to do things and that is not what I imagine this whole mess was fought for. You don't change from one kind of tyrant to another.>>
<< Sounds like you fought in the war too. From your tone, even regret what you did.>>
Poke poke. He was going to study everything about this comm, find out what Soundwave's encryption looks like now.
Mythras internally sighed, irritation slowly creasing into his mind, before he expunged it.
<<No, although that would be an amusing thought.>> He chuckles, finding amusement. <<I don't think I would like to shelter a War spirit.>> He snorts out, laughing.
<<I did fight in the war. I do, honestly, regret some of my actions. In the early days, I was rash and violent, almost got me killed, too. Then I became smarter, but I became cold. I don't regret why I was fighting, but I do regret my choices. My Arrogance and overconfidence cost me gravely.>> He sighs. <<How about you, Autobot?>> He asks. <<Do you regret the war or what you did in it? Do you believe in your cause? I find a few admirable qualities of it. The tenacity is certainly admirable.>>
He chuckles again, albeit hollowly so, devoid of any mirth his previous laughs and chuckles held.
<< Oh. You are going to Autobot at me now, hm Decepticon? >>
Not like he expected Mythras to be that stupid anyway. Blaster gave it away when he called himself the Communications Officer. He was no Soundwave. (But he's better than Soundwave!)
<< Do you still believe in your cause? Are you proud at the turn it all taken? Are you proud that you had to turn cold just to continue to be a Con? Are you proud of becoming unfeeling? Of becoming mindless murderers and monsters? >>
<<See, when I think of all that, I am rather proud of being an Autobot. I believe in freedom, not subjugation. I don't believe more oppression is the solution to oppression.>>
<< I hate the deaths. I hate how everything is torn apart. I hate that we have a dead planet that we can't return to. But I rather fight the likes of you who believe oppression is freedom. >>
<<"Yes, I do believe in my cause. I am not proud of how we went precisely about it, some of us were too radical in our beliefs, and I personally wish that unnecessary strife and war could've been avoided. Mindless murderer? I am Mythras! I was an esteemed tactician!>> He growls, not liking the autobot's tone.
<<I also despise the deaths. My own comrades have fallen to the ravages of war. Family and Friends have fallen. See, I don't believe it's oppression. Lord Megatron himself is right in his ideals, the Caste system was horrid. I was Upper Caste, yet I still felt it was wrong!>> Just how stupid was this Autobot? <<We didn't intend for the War to happen how it did! If you Autobots had simply let Lord Megatron in charge, and simply let things play as they may, this war wouldn't have happened!>>
He growls, clenching his fist in anger. <<You Autobots are the reason this war started. The reason so many of my loved ones have departed to the Well of All Sparks.>> He snarls, his voice bitter and resentful.
Blaster laughed into the comm again, except this time it was derisive and spiteful though.
<< 'Was' is the key word here. Was a tactician. Now what? You are washed up one now? Did Megatron cast you aside once you lost your purpose? >>
<< What happened to we are all Cybertronians and we should all get along? Now you are playing the blame game. Autobot this, Autobot that. Like the Decepticons have no bearing in how things went? In how your oh so precious lord Megatron and his schemes didn't help bring our planet to ruin?
Because I totally wanted to be more oppressed than I already was. Because I'd just lay down and let someone step on me so they can, what, feel a sense of importance?>>
Blaster turned off his mic for a moment, to let out a slow ex-vent, before turning it on again.
<< Thank you Mythras for your invaluable insight. You enlightened me in many ways.>>
Like how to break through Soundwave's firewalls.
<< This is a good time to end the call, right?>> And Blaster clicks off, effectively hanging up on Mythras.
<<I said I wished we could. It's hopelessly optimistic.>> He grunts at being hung up on. The arrogant Autobot scum! How dare he...He did prove one thing.
Peace would not come unless the Autobots were exterminated. They should be hunt down, and slaughtered. Yes, he will do just that.
Mythras smirked, oh yes, the game has changed. The game has changed indeed.
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