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[Aug. 21] [Transformers] Planetfall
Title: Planetfall
Day/Theme: Aug. 21 'Strange things they declared time would reveal in direful summer months.'
Series: G1 Transformers
Character: Morninglord
Rating: G
Summary: After nine million years, Morninglord sets foot on Cybertron again.
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The long-range scouts brought him out from the far end of the patrol routes. They reported that finding him at all had been entirely accidental; Wildecho only noticed the other spacecraft because one of his cassettes picked up an "Autobot resonance" near the far edge of their patrol. They'd deviated from their route to track it down and had come upon the rose spaceship orbitting a ruddy sun, with some sort of organic space-going creature nesting on him.
His name was Morninglord, he said, and he had been sent out from Cybertron during the Golden Age to explore the galaxy. He spoke more like someone from that bygone age than anything else, but his accent ran his words almost into a sort of piping music. (The reports Decepticon Central Intelligence provided mentioned that he reacted unfavorably to any such comparision.) It smoothed out the more people spoke to him, and DCI rumbled darkly about mimicry.
The scout who brought him back filed his report and left Polyhex for the seventh sector of Tantun five seconds after the report entered the queue. This was his last mission while on active duty, after all, as Cybertron was still slowly rousing from its long dreaming and had little use for long-range spacers just yet. DCI couldn't track him down before he engaged in yet another round of his canyon-climbing, and he did not come out of the cacophonous depths of the Sonic Canyons for months. (DCI left several worried notes in his personnel file about this habit.)
Morninglord didn't seem to care about why the Great War was going on; he'd just inquire and nose his way into information about Cybertron - religion, politics, art, etc. Everything eventually went back to the War, and so did he. But he didn't want to fight, and he couldn't be gotten rid of, and Shockwave was beginning to get annoyed by him.
The other scouts had only encountered Morninglord on the tail-end of their patrol, when they were all gathering at the rendezvous point before returning to Cybertron. Two of them were steadfastly mute on the subject of the shuttle, save for a guarded "he's worse out there" from one. The third, Voyager, muttered about the pallid stars and the audient void, but he'd had bad reactions to spaceflight before.
In the meanwhile, attempts to dispose of the spaceship had proven fruitless. DCI frothed in their reports over how energy blasts wer just absorbed by his armor, and other methods were not attempted after the two-tined 'ears' attached to his helm proved to be powerful laser batteries. He did not protest the attempts to kill him, or even comment at all; only smiled at them and patted their heads with dusky-rose hands.
DCI suggested that they leave him to Dreadmoon's care, because Morninglord could prove of use even if all they could do was reverse-engineer his armor, and Shockwave agreed.
The reports all said he was insane. Some of it, a few of the kinder ones allowed, was just cultural disengagement; he'd been gone from Cybertron so long, and both the planet and he had changed so much that they didn't fit together anymore. His obsession with the stars was likely just something he had picked up out in the galaxy; more evidence that xenocultures were dangerous to Transformers. His tendency to refer to Primus as the God Below was curious, certainly, but not as infuriating as his claims that there were other gods out among the stars. (DCI noted that they prefer that tidbit didn't get spread too far, as they did not need any new cults forming.)
But even the kinder ones had to admit that the bouts of incoherent, terrified screaming when subjected to flute-music were not the sign of a healthy mind.
Day/Theme: Aug. 21 'Strange things they declared time would reveal in direful summer months.'
Series: G1 Transformers
Character: Morninglord
Rating: G
Summary: After nine million years, Morninglord sets foot on Cybertron again.
---
The long-range scouts brought him out from the far end of the patrol routes. They reported that finding him at all had been entirely accidental; Wildecho only noticed the other spacecraft because one of his cassettes picked up an "Autobot resonance" near the far edge of their patrol. They'd deviated from their route to track it down and had come upon the rose spaceship orbitting a ruddy sun, with some sort of organic space-going creature nesting on him.
His name was Morninglord, he said, and he had been sent out from Cybertron during the Golden Age to explore the galaxy. He spoke more like someone from that bygone age than anything else, but his accent ran his words almost into a sort of piping music. (The reports Decepticon Central Intelligence provided mentioned that he reacted unfavorably to any such comparision.) It smoothed out the more people spoke to him, and DCI rumbled darkly about mimicry.
The scout who brought him back filed his report and left Polyhex for the seventh sector of Tantun five seconds after the report entered the queue. This was his last mission while on active duty, after all, as Cybertron was still slowly rousing from its long dreaming and had little use for long-range spacers just yet. DCI couldn't track him down before he engaged in yet another round of his canyon-climbing, and he did not come out of the cacophonous depths of the Sonic Canyons for months. (DCI left several worried notes in his personnel file about this habit.)
Morninglord didn't seem to care about why the Great War was going on; he'd just inquire and nose his way into information about Cybertron - religion, politics, art, etc. Everything eventually went back to the War, and so did he. But he didn't want to fight, and he couldn't be gotten rid of, and Shockwave was beginning to get annoyed by him.
The other scouts had only encountered Morninglord on the tail-end of their patrol, when they were all gathering at the rendezvous point before returning to Cybertron. Two of them were steadfastly mute on the subject of the shuttle, save for a guarded "he's worse out there" from one. The third, Voyager, muttered about the pallid stars and the audient void, but he'd had bad reactions to spaceflight before.
In the meanwhile, attempts to dispose of the spaceship had proven fruitless. DCI frothed in their reports over how energy blasts wer just absorbed by his armor, and other methods were not attempted after the two-tined 'ears' attached to his helm proved to be powerful laser batteries. He did not protest the attempts to kill him, or even comment at all; only smiled at them and patted their heads with dusky-rose hands.
DCI suggested that they leave him to Dreadmoon's care, because Morninglord could prove of use even if all they could do was reverse-engineer his armor, and Shockwave agreed.
The reports all said he was insane. Some of it, a few of the kinder ones allowed, was just cultural disengagement; he'd been gone from Cybertron so long, and both the planet and he had changed so much that they didn't fit together anymore. His obsession with the stars was likely just something he had picked up out in the galaxy; more evidence that xenocultures were dangerous to Transformers. His tendency to refer to Primus as the God Below was curious, certainly, but not as infuriating as his claims that there were other gods out among the stars. (DCI noted that they prefer that tidbit didn't get spread too far, as they did not need any new cults forming.)
But even the kinder ones had to admit that the bouts of incoherent, terrified screaming when subjected to flute-music were not the sign of a healthy mind.