Trion Interruptus

Log Title: Trion Interruptus

Location: Alpha Trion's Lab - Underworld

Date: October 08, 2022

TP: Liege Maximo TP; Seacons Arise TP; Shattered Glass TP

Summary: Alpha Trion gets an unwelcome visitor.

As logged by Alpha Trion - Saturday, October 08, 2022, 12:00 AM

Alpha Trion's Lab - Underworld[]

Whenever he was not keeping company with Vector Sigma, Alpha Trion could be found in his secret lab. His base is located underground and accessible through an elevator that, when down, is hidden by wreckage. Since Trion's most recent resurrection, the workshop is slightly more organized than it had been, but still filled to the brim with high-tech detritus. Tools and half-finished experiments clutter up worktables and laboratory stations in every room. Nonetheless, even when he's not here, Alpha Trion's personality can be felt throughout the structure.

In the deep, darkest corners of Cybertron, in the tunnels left forgotten, unmapped, where only the most ancient and wizened of sages, living through eternity of pains, mistakes, and lessons learned one at a time with the weights of not only their past and future upon them, but all of not only this existence, but every other... In these dark, abandoned, exiled passageways...

       "Ohai thar! We be in from deep underneath Cybertron where we'ze lookin' about! Welcom to mai new Travel-Documentary!"

Alpha Trion is deep in his hidden lab, where he can finally get some peace and quiet while he prepares a speech to deliver to the low-morale Autobots. Nodding to himself at last, he straightens his broad shoulders and flips on the recorder. "Autobots, these are dark times, but we must -" He pauses and frowns, as a high-pitched voice echoes through one of Dust Devil's many secret access tunnels.

There's a ping-ting over as cat-feet go on, "Ooh! We can has another explorer!" He goes to hop along. "Hai! I'm the one that's waving!" He holds up a micro-camera in one hand and goes to very cheerfully wave to show he's here!

Alpha Trion turns and scowls at the interruption, but then his bright blue optics narrow when he sees who has invaded his domicile. "You aren't Glit, are you?" he asks. "You are from the negative-polarity realm." Annoyance changes to scientific curiosity, and he looks at Ravage like he'd prefer to see him sprawled out on an exam table, half-dissected. "I've met those of your type before, but never under such favorable circumstances," he says ominously.

SG-Ravage would ooh, "Oh hai! And you..." He would consider. "Are you the evil you or the good one? I mean, you do have the goatee. Is the goatee good or evil?" The whole negative reality inversion law of tropes in effect. Then hopping up to get to a better viewing position. "And yay we have a guest star!"

Alpha Trion smiles intensely, and claims, "I'm the good one." Of course, that's just what the evil one would say. "I've met the Other Me, and you don't want to make his acquaintance. He'd make cyber-kitty-kabobs out of you before you could say, 'Oh hai!'." His optics narrow again. "Are you documenting the tunnels? You know, Backblast has a TV show for this sort of thing." He glances around, checking to see if he left anything sensitive in view.

SG-Ravage would nod, "yeah! I know! But I kint let the competition go too much! Oooh! I bet you know alla about them!" He would point over at the computer. "can I press the button? Pretty please? Pretty please! It looks all sparkly and shiny! And reall pretty!"

Alpha Trion frowns, getting flashbacks from when he first activated Dust Devil. He turns back to the screen and types a few quick commands, and then steps back. "Go right ahead!" he says mildly. The console is now child-locked and will only play educational holos and instructional videos. Trion watches Ravage carefully. "How did you get here? I thought all the portals were closed." He keeps his theories to himself until he hears what Ravage has to say.

SG-Ravage would go to hold up his holocam while jumping over to the console, "Yay! What does this button do? And this one!" He goes to start pushing deet deet doot over. Within a few micro-clicks he has somehow setup a Yatter account on Cybertron's ATT feed.

       "Halloo Cybertron! We're here wiht the not evil old guy an he's gonna let us press buttons!"

Then looking over his shoulder he would oh, "OH, I jes found it! We're not far off from the Temple of KNow It Alls! It's not that hard."

Alpha Trion's frown deepens, and he strokes his beard. "So the portal in the temple has re-opened? That is useful news. We recently had an incursion of your kind on Earth - your Ultra Magnus has a stellar spanner, and I believe the Old One does as well. Now another vector for attack..." He signs. "I must report this to Elita and Jazz." He stares intently at Ravage. "Have any others come across with you?"

SG-Ravage would oh, "Oh, the Fishycons came through. They're not very nice though. They was playin pretend though 'an I think they were tryin' to eat the evil bearded face." The.. Evil Alpha Trion?

       Meanwhile, the upper hemisphere of the northern continent of Cybertron flashes a giant :) visible into space.

Alpha Trion's turns from Ravage, folding his hands behind his back beneath his new white cape and pacing in his cramped lab. "The Dark Matrix is powerful enough - if Snaptrap adds the power of the Underbase... well, it'll either destroy him, or make him more than even we can handle." He turns back to Ravage. "Thank you, Decepticon. This is useful knowledge. I must prepare." He glances at the screen, frowning again to discover it's been hacked to host a Yatter feed.

SG-Ravage would ahem, "HEROIC Decepticon tyank yew! And hai!" The console goes to flash over with a cheerful smile. "LIke 'an subscribe!" Wait, when did Alpha Trion have a Yatter account? And how the cat is it trending so fast!?

       "C'mon, we gotta take you up! We promised our viewers some explorin in expositioning!"

Alpha Trion frowns in exasperation. "I'm a little busy here," he says testily. "I just wrote a rousing speech, which I may have to edit now, considering these new revelations. Besides, I'm too old to go spelunking. Go bother Dust Devil or Zetar," he says petulantly. Glancing again at the screen, he asks in frustration, "What is Yatter, and why is it taking over my console?" He stops to watch the comments scroll by.

SG-Ravage would oh, "Don't be silly! Your speeches aren't rousing. It's okay!" At the moment, he's hooked up to Yatter, ATT, usenet, irc, Cybertron News.. "Yatta!"

       SG-Ravage would cheerfully go over. "An Dust Devil is cool! Just 'cuz yer jealous 'an having tos tay in all the time doesn't mean you has to be a big meaniepants on it!" Several things in Alpha Trion's processor might flatscan for just a moment.

Alpha Trion's scowl reaches a dangerous intensity, especially considering the power of his new body. "My speeches are SO rousing!" he grumbles. "I beat back the QUINTESSONS," he claims lamely. "You'd better not download any viruses on my computer!" he grouses. "I'm the wisest mech on Cybetron. I don't have time to crawl around in caves! Bug Blaster. He has plenty of little friends like you."

SG-Ravage would look over at Alpha Trion sadly, "There, there. Let it all out. Let it all out." As Alpha Trion's scowl would rise up, and if this were another animation medium his face would be turning red, and steam would be shooting out of his ears. "But it's really fun! An cool! And where's the point of things if you can't stop 'an do things because they're cool? A guy 'as old 'an as wise as you must know where all the cool stuff is!"

"Yes," Alpha Trion admits. "And I'm also wise enough not to show their locations to you." His frown becomes more thoughtful. "If I'm leaving Cybertron, though, I probably shouldn't just leave them in hiding... who knows who might turn them up. I should have Pyra Magna bring them to Caminus. I can trust the Torchbearers with the Artifacts," he muses aloud. Turning his attention back to Ravage, he says, "Not to some hyper-active, media-obsessed nuisance," he finishes undiplomatically.

SG-Ravage would 'awws', "But I'm the most trustworthy 'an adorable!" He would go over, "You'ze pretty old 'an smart. But you're also a total meaniepants. Dun worry though, it's okay! Just remember.. No matter how hard the smog clouds got you, when you go up 'an out into space it's all clear. There will always be another pretty day through all the rust."

       He goes to run a search in his head. Looking for speeches of the kindest, most patient individual that the galaxy had ever known. "Remember that you're a fleck of it too. All the niceness 'an prettiness. An remember that you can go out there and inhabit it too. Dun forget that you're savin' the universe 'an a part of it. So just stop a'n smell the bits that smell nice! Sit onna hill and doze. Let the sun go over you. What's the point in the galaxy if you ferget what the galaxy is like? Where you can't look up 'an remember what's what, where's where, and who did that? Where's life if you can't go out 'an enjoy a sunbeam?"

Alpha Trion's grumbles, shaking his head. "I'll enjoy the vastness of space while I'm on the way to the Hub to defeat my brother. Until then, I must repair. Now, where is my squirt bottle?" he starts looking around the lab for something to use to shoe away the talkative white jaguar. "I have a speech to re-write, and then I must consult with Elita One and Jazz... and possibly members of my family," he says distastefully.

SG-Ravage would nod over at Alpha Trion, "Oooh! Canni come? Pretty please! With sugar on top? Pretty please! I acn help with your speeches! An the rest of your faimly! You won't just be a big sourpuss with me! I can has help!"

Alpha Trion frowns, but then after an astromoment, nods. "Alright. If I deliver my speech, can you record it and broadcast it to the Autobots if I give you the proper frequency?" Trion forces a smile. "You can give me feedback afterward towards improving future speeches," he practically chokes getting out of his vocalizer. "And then leave me be to ponder your media-savvy advice?" he offers as a compromise.

SG-Ravage would nod! "Sure, I kin do that! An.. Thank you." He would offer that seemingly out of nowhere. "Yer not an evil guy. Though I know an evil guy that looks like you. But yer a good ember. You're tryin' to help. So thank you for it." The unexpected.. Sincerity of someone thanking him appreciatively, that had never met or interacted with, and that had been bantering back and forth might, perhaps be flooring. "Thank you fer bein' nice 'an showin me around. And I' sorry that things suck with your family."

Alpha Trion nods, looking somewhat confused by the sudden burst of sincerity. He nods, and pulls up the speech in his mind, making some small edits. He then looks at Ravage. "Are you ready?" he asks. He then twists to arrange his cape to a more dramatic effect and stops to move some things out of frame so there won't be as much clutter behind him in the recording. He then turns back to Ravage. "OK." He says at last. "Ready."

SG-Ravage would nod, "Yup! I iz ready!" In the background over, he starts to play the music of the Wild Stallions. Which is perhaps the most awesome thing that could be used to offset ever so much a dramatic, upbeat speech ever.

Alpha Trion frowns at the odd choice of music, but then just shakes his head and shrugs his impressive shoulders. "OK, and.... Go!" he says, pointing to Ravage. When he believes Ravage is recording, he begins, "Autobots, these are dark times, but we must not despair. Now is the time to come together. If this is our darkest hour, we will face it, and we will triumph!" He frowns, re-collecting his thoughts.

SG-Ravage goes to keep on recording, giving a claws up over as Alpha Trion goes to narrate. Then, as the old mech frowns, Ravage goes to pause it. "Yer not speakin' from yer ember. Yer speakin' thsoe words as they're what you know 'an what you always know! But they're tried 'an true but they aren't your words."

Alpha Trion frowns at the pause. "I had fire," he grumbles, "Until my thoughts were interrupted by a character from Pooh Bear," he scowls. "Just keep going." He waves his hands in a rolling motion, and when he thinks Ravage is recording again, he continues, "We have lost the Matrix; this is true. But the Matrix has been lost before. While Optimus slept on Earth for 50 thousand vorns, Elita One and I kept the flame alive, here on Cybertron."

SG-Ravage would ahem, "POoh is scary and shall devour the earth with his legion of endless honey ants!" Apparently different cultures had different standards when it came to mic drops.. When Alpha Trion goes on, Ravage starts to pick up again.

       HE gives a claw up over at it in approval! Said in said commentary but edited out of the camera feed, "If you lost it did you check the last place you left it? Or was it in the lost 'an found? If you keep on losing it have you considered putting a tag on it so anyone who gets it can take it back?"

Alpha Trion frowns as Ravage interrupts his train of thought again. "We lost ACCESS to it. We know where it is," he scowls. Looking up, he tries to remember where he was. Nodding at last, he continues. "Trust Elita - if circumstances had been slightly different, she, not Orion, may have wound up with the Matrix. She is worthy. Orion, you must train for the upcoming fight. You are not used to battling without the frame I built you. Let weakness be your teacher."

The camera goes to roll again, and Ravage goes to give another claws up as it goes about. Then Alpha Trion goes to speak again and SG-Ravage goes to wait, "Wouldn't havin' an actual teacher beyond weakness be better? I mean, that'd hurt a lot less! And if you can't find the Matrix a lot, you could try and do a backup of it sometime?" HE was trying to help!

       "'An have you considered jes lettin Elita beat up everyone instead? I mean, she's a skeery Autobot. Real, real scary."

Alpha Trion sighs at the latest interruption. "It's metaphorical. The Autobots have plenty of combat trainers, but Orion must learn to work WITH his new body. Even if he gets the larger frame back, he'll have learned more techniques than merely relying on greater strength to prevail. Now, if I MAY?" He huffs and shakes his head. He then straightens further, lifting his white-bearded chin. "The Decepticons cannot trust each other, or their corrupted leader," he continues.

SG-Ravage would hold for a moment while letting Alpha Trion go on. "Then why you gotta make it metaphorical? I mean.. He can learn alla that stuff just by upgrades, havin' things put inniz processor, listinin to narration.. So why not just tell him to go 'an tkae a nap and when mean ole Mister Evil wakes up to go 'an beat him up and do back to a sunbeam."

       He pouts at the 'Decepticons cannot trust one another' and does a silent sniffle.

Trion frowns again in irritation. He presses on. "Now is the time to seize territory before they recover from their protracted infighting. When Liege Maximo makes his move, we will have to put aside our differences and fight together, but for now, sharpen your swords on our ancient enemies. The disciples of the Fallen and Liege Maximo must be stopped, no matter the cost." He narrows his optics at Ravage, almost daring him to interrupt. SG-Ravage would go to hold up a claw over then and stop the video, "That's not going to work." His tone is for once fully serious in the minutes the two have been talking, jabbing, and everything. "You're just telling them to fight. To fight harder. Fight more. You wan the small guy to fight better. Just fight 'an war. It's an okay speech."

Trion sighs. "That's the POINT, Ravage. I'm rallying them to fight. A lot of them are discouraged - some are even leaving the Autobots. I need them to close ranks and prepare. My brother is TERRIBLE. He tricked Megatronus into killing Solus, and we lost both for millennia. He's the worst. We must be prepared," he emphasizes. "Soon, I may leave you," he continues in his 'speech' voice. "To take the fight to Maximo before he can strike us here."

SG-Ravage would go to hold over his hand up as Alpha Trion would go on, waiting over for the next bit to finish, "It's missing what a good speech needs. A good speech needs to give them hope."

That.. That might actually get quiet.

Trion nods, listening to Ravage's words without comment. "When I do," he continues his speech. "You must turn to Incognito and Veritas for wisdom. Both have checkered pasts, but it is just that experience that will provide another point of view than most sages to which the Autobots turn. Dust Devil, Hot Rod - face your destinies. It is time to put aside the games of youth, and to instead fight for the future of Cybertron."

SG-Ravage would go to film another bit. "It needs to give 'em hope and perspsiration." He likely means inspiration. "An faith. Don't say they gotta do it. Make 'em realize why they gotta. That's hard. That's why speeches is real hard. Megatron always had the hardest time. Starscream made 'em awesome."

Trion scowls, lifting a mighty hammer. "I am NOT taking speech advice from STARSCREAM," he growls. Though clenched dentae, he finishes his speech. "Autobots, I am ready to defend Cybertron to my final death. Train hard and have my back. We will be victorious against my brother, his minions, and all foes. Till All are one!" Throwing the long-handled hammer over one shoulder, Trion narrows his sharp optics, and then gestures to end the transmission.

SG-Ravage goes to end it, "But they're really good for one another! Megatron says that Starscream is a genius alla the time and.." He looks forlorn for a moment. "They're my friends." He goes to end the recording over then. And his tone is sad.

       "I'll get it back to you in the next couple of cycles."

There's a mourning tone in the brightly sparkly white panther cub at missing his friends. He goes to look forlornely.. Then when Alpha Trion's gaze is away from him for a moment, he vanishes. Smoothly.

       Cat-pletely. In a downright, almost terrifying way.