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| Friday, January 5th, 2007 | | 10:40 am |
[Fast forward, wrap-up]
Well, that was hectic. Galvatron, on the bridge of the Dis, mentally reviews the last half hour and decides that, overall, it was time well spent. The Dis is on its way out from Tau Ceti, leaving a trail of wreckage a hundred and fifty miles long streaming in its wake - shouldn't have fired on us, should you, idiots! - and everyone the Von Octane's Express failed to retrieve is now safe on board. Mission accomplished. But that's not the end of it. Because Galvatron is Not Happy. "...so in conclusion, I am NOT going back to Autobot City like a beggar to stand around and be ignored, patronised, and insulted, OR argue with treacherous upstart gestalt commanders who suddenly seem to think they outrank me! We are THROUGH with this situation until things return to normal!" His fist thumps the console, though more quietly than usual since he's still not entirely solid. "But, uh, mighty Galvatron," Scourge ventures tentatively, despite the look Cyclonus is giving him, "what about our bodies? They're still in Autobot City and we can't stay like this..." *miserably* "Can we?" Galvatron flashes him a swift look of annoyance. "I'm working on that!" Meanwhile, in the corner, a scuffle is going on. Rumble is protesting in smothered tones, while Frenzy and Overkill nudge, coax, threaten, prod and lightly gnaw on him. Finally he's dragged forward and presented to Galvatron, who looks down in sharp irritation. "What?! And make it good!" "Galvatron," Frenzy pipes up, "Rumble knows how we can get our bodies back! Right, Rumble?" There's an evil gleam in his eyes as he elbows his brother. "I... slaggit Frenzy, you are not makin' me tell him what happened! Oh, all right! Galvatron," he looks up pleadingly at the warlord, "there's this place called the Well of Transformation. It can turn a living creature into anything it wants to be. I, uh, I found out about it once on a mission for Megatron." He doesn't go into the details, and when Frenzy opens his mouth, Rumble's elbow hits his ribs hard enough to double him up coughing. "I can take us there. We can turn ourselves back without the Autobots' help!" Galvatron's optics widen and he grins wildly. " Anything? Oh, well done, Rumble! That's perfect!" He glances around at the humanised Transformers present - namely the Decepticons and Rodimus, since the other Autobots aren't allowed on the bridge. "I assume you CAN all remember your own schematics?" There are nods. "Very well! Rumble, coordinates - now!" He grins wolfishly as he turns to the controls. "We'll swing by Earth and drop off anyone who'd rather trust the Autobots to solve this little crisis - hah! - but WE are going to do this on our own!" ***Fin*** [Typist's note: Anyone who was on the Dis and would like to stay in the main game, this is your opportunity to get offship and do so. My characters, namely the Unicronians, Soundwave and the Cassettes, are staying in this splitoff bit of thread and won't be returning to the main continuity. Devi, if Steadfast wants to get back into play with the others, Galvatron's happy to send her to keep an eye on the rest of the Decepticons. As far as I know we're taking out Cardoom, 'Boots, Roddy, and maybe Raven and Wheelie - who, if anyone, else? Sort it out in the comments plz? The Well is just a handy way of explaining how our lot got back again without needing to be in the thread, hope nobody objects to that....] | | Monday, November 27th, 2006 | | 8:07 pm |
Joining forces
*Galvatron sits at the controls of a small, stolen freighter that is making its way slowly through space in the direction of Earth. Admittedly, he's only "sitting at" by virtue of concentrating on staying solid enough not to fall through the chair, but the basic idea is there.* *pokes at the controls* *out loud, to himself* Why does nobody build ships with decent acceleration any more?! I'm growing weary of flying things I could walk faster than! ...hmm! *prods at the radio, his fingertips sinking into the circuitry* *it's actually surprisingly easy to manipulate most technology like this, and if he just sets up a couple of encrypts and uses his own power to boost the relays on this worthless bit of alien tech...* //Galvatron calling the Dis! Do you read me?// Current Mood:  frustrated | | Friday, November 10th, 2006 | | 11:42 pm |
[[Ghost!Galvatron thread]]
*having abandoned the chaos on Earth into the hands of whoever can be bothered to mop dead squishies off the floor, Galvatron in his new, supremely powerful if rather see-through ghost guise rockets up into the air, pausing on the fringe of existence to get his bearings* *and after a moment's search he finds what he was seeking: the small red-golden brightness that is the spark of his lost counterpart/enemy/friend/lover, and the cluster of dimmer little lights that represent his missing warriors - far away, but nothing is beyond his reach now!* *turns, about to plunge into the ether in search of a thought-speed shortcut that will take him straight to Rodimus's side - yes, the Prime is his first priority, if only because he's the more likely to be in over his head...* | | Monday, October 16th, 2006 | | 11:31 pm |
Another day, another plot arc...
Galvatron sits in his command chair on the Dis, running the ship through its preflight checks; mostly to occupy his hands and mind, since he's waiting on Soundwave's data analysis and everything in him denies the possibility of doing nothing. Especially in such an unprecedented situation as this one. The Prime goes missing and the Autobots ask him for help? The intercom beeps. "Soundwave reporting, Galvatron." *at last!* "Well, get on and report, then!" "A crude filter was used to disguise the kidnapper's voice." Soundwave's voice is modulated as always, but he sounds faintly disdainful even so. "This was easy to remove. He is human." "So narrow it down to fewer than six billion possibilities! Who is he?!" "I was coming to that. Human identified: Victor Drath. Master criminal. More data?" "Transmit the files, I'll read them here! And," with a hint of a smirk, "get me his phone number!" "Acknowledged. Working." The datafiles appear on Galvatron's console screen and he scans them quickly, sizing up this new adversary. A powerful man, and a ruthless one, and with that peculiar organic love of systemised wealth and comfort almost unknown among Decepticons (unless you counted Swindle.) "Hmm." *thinking out loud* "He takes the human boy, which in turn nets him the human male. He must have reason to believe he can counter an Autobot assault, since not even a human would be stupid enough to think that he could steal their pets without repercussions. So since the human couldn't give him anything that could be worth that much trouble, then..." *nods decisively* "...then it was the Autobots he wanted all along!" *frowning* "But why?!" | | Tuesday, September 26th, 2006 | | 4:40 pm |
Void Saga again!
((From this post.)) *on the bridge of the Cocytus, wounded, poisoned and exhausted, Galvatron nonetheless looks down with a conqueror's malice at the small black shape pinned under his right knee. Rodimus Void, now in chibi form, squeaks and wriggles* *"Don't hurt!"* *is completely unmoved by this plea* I've a good mind to give the Prime one of your feet and see if we can't rip you in half! *growls in his throat* I wonder who'd get YOUR head?! *he looks around the bridge. Dead Air is out and has been for some time. Bereaver looks defeated, staggering under the onslaught of a flock of outraged beardlings. Immolator is starting to slow down and look confused. Jetstorm is still masquerading as a mechanical statue.* Enough! Take the rest of them prisoner! *catches his breath - why is it hard to raise his voice, hard to speak, hard to focus?* I want all of them alive! *he shudders, bowing his head, blackness creeping in at the corners of his vision again. What's wrong with him?! His autorepairs ought to have dealt with this by now!* | | Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006 | | 9:28 pm |
Void Saga part Primus-knows-how-many-by-now
((Short version: we're in the war room of the newly-repaired Dis. If you want to come on the mission, manifest yourself here. Can someone please announce where Void and company have come out of hyperspace? Cheers!)) *the Dis's war room isn't usually used, since Galvatron et al prefer to command and plot from the bridge, but there is no way in the universe Galvatron is allowing a ragtag array of Autobots, alternates and organics on his command bridge!* *he stands with Scourge, looking at the holographic starmap in the centre of the room, optics glowing bright with impatience* Curse it, where are they?! | | Friday, August 18th, 2006 | | 10:10 am |
Flying is just throwing yourself at the ground and missing.
(Falling out of this thread here!) There is a hole in the ground. Well, not even a hole. More of a crater, its edges fused and glassy, the vegetation around it burned to inch-high black stalks within a quarter-mile radius. The puddle of slagged and melted debris at the bottom of the metres-deep wound in the earth bubbles and smokes quietly to itself. And dimly visible through the liquid rock and the rising steam, an observer might just be able to discern the long, smooth lines and curves of a massive humanoid shape half submerged in the bottom of the hole... | | Tuesday, August 1st, 2006 | | 9:45 pm |
[Dis] [continued from here, no real plot] *there is always an instant change of mood when Galvatron sets foot aboard the Dis. Anyone able to sense the ship's thought-speech style of interaction would be able to feel the huge warship's awareness spark with anticipation/welcome/ rightness as its lord and master's boots touch the deckplates, and there is a quiet click and hum as the consoles automatically power up to ready-mode* ~~ you command, warmaster?~~ *the bridge doors slide open and Galvatron steps through them* *he looks in some surprise at 'Boots* Hmph! What are you doing here, Commodore? *crosses to the main console and casually, confidently reaches for the touchpad* *...sending a small tremor through the huge ship from stem to stern...* | | Wednesday, April 5th, 2006 | | 9:52 am |
The plague spreads...
*somewhere out in the endless desert of broken cities that is the surface of Charr, the sky glows briefly as something descends from it* *Galvatron lands light on his feet, as always almost supernaturally graceful for such a huge mechanism, and shakes his head a little as he glances about himself. He's smiling, and the look in his optics is bright and playful but a little distracted, as though his thoughts are elsewhere* *he takes a step, then stops short, attention caught by something at his feet. Kneeling, he reaches down to pick up something that sparkles dazzling blue in Charr's misty starlit night, a tiny flare of light balanced on his fingertip that he contemplates with a quizzical headtilt-and-smile. Then, with a laugh, he flips the little thing high into the air; the gesture somehow suggests not so much throwing it away, as turning it loose* *it goes high, flashing and sparking as it ascends; then, in deference to Newton, its climb slows to a split-second glittering stop and is as quickly reversed. The shining thing falls, Galvatron stands, and the two events collide with a tiny but piercing chiming sound as it bounces off the central spike of his crest* *there is an actinic, blinding flash of light of the unclassifiable blue-white-violet colour usually associated with major storm strikes, and reality adjusts itself with a wrench powerful enough to make any observers feel physically ill. Galvatron is silhouetted for a moment, chiaroscuro against the blazing sky, and then the light seems to somehow suck itself in and implode with his figure as the central point of the reverse blast* " AAAaaaaaaahhh-!!!!!" *...* "...ghnk?" *there is a huge crater in the ground, its edges fused, glassy and smoking, the ancient paving slabs around it cracked and upheaved. In the middle of the crater is a heap of broken and slagged rubble that is ominously still for a moment, then shifts, rattles and falls away to reveal...* *...something small, gleaming, purple, and decidedly unimpressed. Galvatron - for it is he, alterations notwithstanding - straightens up and shakes himself, optics flickering in a bewildered blink* *Compared to some, it could be argued he's gotten off lightly. He looks about the same as before, except that the massive, thickset build of his body has been trimmed, sleeked down and sharpened at the corners, giving the general impression that he's just been redrawn by a really GOOD Japanese manga artist. His actual size is another matter; if he tops six feet six now, he's lucky. His cannon is intact, gleaming menacingly on his arm, and something has been added to his paintjob - there's a mark on his right hip that on closer investigation would be revealed as a rose-and-dagger stamp similar to a tattoo design. Why, is anyone's guess.* *headshake* *incoherent noise of the sort made by a creature terminally confused and trying to reorient itself* ...'kay. *looks down at self* *slow, razor-sharp grin* *looks at the floor, picks up something sparkling, and pockets it somewhere* Awww, wicked! *leaps into the air with a roar of thrusters - compared to his usual engine note it sounds like a hairdryer next to a Harley Davidson, but the idea remains intact - and rockets away in the direction of Decepticon headquarters, trailing the echoes of a gleeful yell* [Editor's note: I figured turning him chibi would be too boring, since it'd negate too much of his personality. So have the bishonen-brat-punk version instead... ^_^] [Edited to add: ( As drawn by Pepper )] Current Mood: wheeeeeee! | | Friday, January 13th, 2006 | | 11:05 am |
| | Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 | | 10:33 am |
Deep in alien space...
*It's dark, very dark, on the bridge of the behemoth warship known to its commander and crew as the Dis. The massive forward viewport shows only an empty void veiled with dimly glowing strands of nebular dust. The onboard lights have been deactivated, and the cold bluish metal of the armourplate walls stretches up into the unrelieved darkness high in the vaulted recesses of the ceiling. The main console is powered almost all the way down, only a few tiny blinking red and blue lights revealing that the Dis is still cognisant of its own existence.* *Despite all this, the great command chair at the central console is occupied. A shadowy figure leans forward with his hands resting lightly on the computer interface panel. The triple spikes of his iron crown cut a jagged silhouette against the ethereal light and colours of the viewport, and the crimson glow from his optics casts weird shadows on the console in front of him. His fingers move, slowly, tracing seemingly meaningless patterns on the panel, and he cocks his head as though to listen to a voice only he can hear...* ~~ you command?~~ *Most of the Decepticon army remain blissfully unaware that the huge, creepy Unicronian-built warship on which they are occasionally dragged into travelling is, in fact, sentient in its own right. It may not transform and it may not communicate in any normal fashion, but the Dis is not merely a passive observer.* /Merely confirming that you know what you are doing!/ ~~ understand your orders, warmaster.~~ *pause* ~~ why do you not confirm with lieutenant and farseer?~~ /Cyclonus and Scourge must know nothing of this!/ *answer snapped like the flick of a switchblade, a hot lash across the black-ice surface of the warship's awareness* /They are compromised! I can trust nobody!/ *mental voice softening, touch gentling* /Only you./ ~~ forged to serve you. obey only you. understand.~~ /Good... good!/ *a thoughtful silence falls as the Decepticon overlord runs through his schemes one more time in his mind, blissfully unaware that it's all probably about to go horribly wrong...* [Editor's note: If anyone needs Galvatron for the Unicron-related RP that seems to be running, this is where he and the others are - in deep space. He's currently scheming something unrelated to the Unicron threat, but he'll probably notice something's up soon...] | | Saturday, July 2nd, 2005 | | 10:06 pm |
This is outrageous!
*paces, sparks crackling between the tines of my crown, lips curling in a snarl of fury* So ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) raisedbymoogles has been placed under house arrest by her own creators! GRAAAAH! Why is the universe full of those who think that just because they MADE you, they OWN you?! *optics narrow to slits of carmine fire, the snarl becoming a mirthless grin* Apparently her ally laserbeak is campaigning on her behalf... *curls fingers of right hand, raising clenched fist in a slow, dangerously controlled movement* *whine of power as the cannon on my arm warms up to its firing cycle* *glinting smile* ...and after all, what's a campaign without a few - demonstrations?!*takes off and rockets away, dangerous laughter trailing in echoes across the sky behind me* Over and out, ~Supreme Commander Galvatron - Master of all, servant to none!~ Current Mood:  quixotic | | Thursday, May 19th, 2005 | | 4:01 am |
[RP: Time off!]
[Editor's note: This is meant to be happening in continuity with this thread and this one. Rodimus takes time off; Galvatron takes advantage!] *descends from Terran high-orbit, zigzagging through the vast amounts of spacejunk and debris that seem to be flying around up here* *muttered cursing at the nuisance* Graah - anyone could tell that humans weren't cut out for spacetravel, burying their planet in navigational hazards like this! Fools! *shakes fist in irritation* *with the borrowed power of Cyclonus's detector arrays, scans the green and blue ball of rock far below* *the realtime tac map in my head is now telling me everything I wanted to know...* Perfect! No damping, no screening, no sensor deflectors, nothing! An entire planet's military and political structure laid out for the taking - and every last piece of it broadcasting its identity to anyone who might chance to overfly it, hah! *smirks* Humans really have no idea... And the Autobots aren't much better! A blind cyberbat couldn't miss Autobot City sitting there like a gunnery exercise waiting to happen! All right, Metroplex - you, I'll save for later. Humans first, then Autobots... ...and then, finally, Rodimus Prime! *gleeful laugh* *with a touch to his controls, sends my faithful starfighter plunging out of the sky like some scythe-winged stormbolt of the gods - on a direct course for the human citadel known to its denizens as Washington DC...* Over and out, ~Lord Commander Galvatron~ Current Mood: playing! | | Monday, May 9th, 2005 | | 7:59 pm |
Hmm!
*is outside, sitting on the broken wall of one of Charr's endless ruined buildings several hundred feet above the ground, looking at the stars - with a distinctly speculative expression...* *has navigatorsghost perched on one of my knees, with a wireless laptop resting in turn on her knee so neither of us needs to get up to post to Livejournal* Today has been an excellent day! First, Rath found one of the finest pictures of me I've seen. *points to icon and looks at it approvingly, admiring the graceful pose I've been caught in, the sharp glint in my optics, the long, clean line of the extended weapon arm that draws the viewer's attention at once to my own face and the muzzle of my gun* It's very... me. *grins* While Rath was in the archives, she also found this: ( Oh Rodimus... you have to see this...! )And while I certainly don't remember this happening, it's decidedly entertaining! *looks at picture and has another fit of laughter* *pauses, optics flickering momentarily in thought* On another subject: Dreadboots! Where are you? *looks around* When you see this - I saw what you did to Megatron, and I'm very pleased with you! *fierce grin* *is at once amused and delighted to find an adopted minion a quarter of mine (or Megatron's) size defending me with the kind of passion and loyal conviction I'm not used to seeing from anyone short of Cyclonus!* Yes - today is definitely going well. *leans back comfortably and stares up at the stars* And so tomorrow, the universe! *grin* Over and out, ~Galvatron, Decepticon Emperor~ Current Mood:  happy | | Thursday, April 28th, 2005 | | 9:30 am |
What in the name of-?
I get the distinct feeling that somebody is trying to undermine my authority!*takes metaphorical deep breath* *optics blaze with rage* DREADBOOTS!!! When I get my hands on you-! *glares about me, optics and scanners searching every corner for a trace of hidden_watcher's rogue apprentice* Get in here - NOW!Over and out, ~Lord Galvatron~ Current Mood: outraged | | Wednesday, April 27th, 2005 | | 1:20 am |
The end of the line!
...it's no good. Neutral zone or no, I've put up with enough of this! I can't stand any more! I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE! *optics flare and then darken* *lowers voice, clenching my fist fiercely* Whatever it takes...! ( A plan... of sorts... )*sighs and closes optics for a moment* *then slams clenched fist hard into other palm with a jarring crash of metal* AAAAAARGH! Why? WHY?! Give me fire, give me death, give me odds of ten thousand to one... give me armies of marauding Quintessons, give me Unicron resurrected... give me anything but a plague of fangirls! *to Rath* Now send that before I change my mind about this idea! Over and out, ~Galvatron, Decepticon Overlord~ Current Mood: irate | | Tuesday, April 12th, 2005 | | 6:30 pm |
| | Wednesday, April 6th, 2005 | | 1:37 pm |
*WHAMMM!!!*
*satisfied look* And Cyclonus said this connection wasn't working. Bah! If it doesn't work - hit it harder! It's fine now, isn't it?! (Console: *tentative bzzt noise*) *glares at screen* Don't you even think about it. *clicketyclick* Well, it seems this unprepossessing bit of fleshling software works, at least. More... whenever! Over and out, ~High Commander Galvatron~ |
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