Metalhawk (IDW) (
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[You know what Metalhawk really doesn't want to deal with right now? A lot of things. His bucket list for the day started off with 'recovering from death' (that's a story in itself) and ended in 'alive but somehow within a human body'. Or at least...he thinks it's human. He's ever really seen one up close until now. His mind's practically racing as he flexes his fingers, seeing if they're actually functional as he tries to think of how this could have happened. The last thing he remembers is being on Cybertron--Starscream firing that gun at him. Feeling the surge hit his spark.
And then...somehow coming back; Shockwave commanding him like some sort of puppet. The whole thing made him cringe, hand flexing into a fist angrily. Partially at himself for even thinking of trusting Starscream, and partially at those who took advantage of his body post-mortem. But he was alive, and if anything, this was a second chance--to do things right. Unfortunnately, the briefing he recieved upon awakening didn't sound too appealing. Something about being a 'hero' and siding with the military?
Well THAT certainly wasn't happening.
Getting to his feet (which was a task in itself--you'd be surprised how different mechanical legs and organic legs are), he pulls what looks to be a communications device towards him, turning it over in his palm curiously.
It seemed to be for communication...now he just had to try it out. And the image of him trying to figure this out is like watching a monkey pilot a spaceship. Slightly effective, but not overall efficient. After some trial and error, he manages to get what looks like a video feed up. On the other side, you may notice a rather lanky looking woman, short blonde hair styled up. 'Her' attire consists of a military style outfit: yellow, blue and red in colour. And sharp, piercing hawk-like eyes, blue in colour as they squint into the feed.
That's...'on', right? Well, might as well test it out by formal introduction.]
So from what I can gather, I was imprinted with a symbol against my will, aligning me to a purpose I have no recollection of ever being proposed to. Tell me, is everything this cut and dry when it comes to species, or have I just been unlucky in the last 4 million years? I also seem to be displaced from my own body, and I can't even imagine the explanation required for that one. I'm tempted to skip out on that all together.
[Well...that's KIND of formal. Isn't he a charmer? Don't take it personally--he's just come back from death. You'd be a little cranky too.]
My name is Metalhawk, and if anyone out there is listening, I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge of this. So I can opt out properly. If anyone could please show me the exit, that would be the best for everyone. I don't fight unless there are no other options. I'm sure you can find plenty of other trigger-happy substitutes.
[His curt tone suddenly switches, realizing he's not exactly being very personable.]
Thank you for your time.
[No, thank YOU, sunshine. But that brow furrows as he...seems to have trouble with the device.]
Now how do I turn this thing off...
And then...somehow coming back; Shockwave commanding him like some sort of puppet. The whole thing made him cringe, hand flexing into a fist angrily. Partially at himself for even thinking of trusting Starscream, and partially at those who took advantage of his body post-mortem. But he was alive, and if anything, this was a second chance--to do things right. Unfortunnately, the briefing he recieved upon awakening didn't sound too appealing. Something about being a 'hero' and siding with the military?
Well THAT certainly wasn't happening.
Getting to his feet (which was a task in itself--you'd be surprised how different mechanical legs and organic legs are), he pulls what looks to be a communications device towards him, turning it over in his palm curiously.
It seemed to be for communication...now he just had to try it out. And the image of him trying to figure this out is like watching a monkey pilot a spaceship. Slightly effective, but not overall efficient. After some trial and error, he manages to get what looks like a video feed up. On the other side, you may notice a rather lanky looking woman, short blonde hair styled up. 'Her' attire consists of a military style outfit: yellow, blue and red in colour. And sharp, piercing hawk-like eyes, blue in colour as they squint into the feed.
That's...'on', right? Well, might as well test it out by formal introduction.]
So from what I can gather, I was imprinted with a symbol against my will, aligning me to a purpose I have no recollection of ever being proposed to. Tell me, is everything this cut and dry when it comes to species, or have I just been unlucky in the last 4 million years? I also seem to be displaced from my own body, and I can't even imagine the explanation required for that one. I'm tempted to skip out on that all together.
[Well...that's KIND of formal. Isn't he a charmer? Don't take it personally--he's just come back from death. You'd be a little cranky too.]
My name is Metalhawk, and if anyone out there is listening, I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge of this. So I can opt out properly. If anyone could please show me the exit, that would be the best for everyone. I don't fight unless there are no other options. I'm sure you can find plenty of other trigger-happy substitutes.
[His curt tone suddenly switches, realizing he's not exactly being very personable.]
Thank you for your time.
[No, thank YOU, sunshine. But that brow furrows as he...seems to have trouble with the device.]
Now how do I turn this thing off...
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But then again all that squawking you just kind of proves it. [ ha ha. bird joke. ] No one can moan and groan quite like you.
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The response is the norm for him, so it could be anyone.]
At least I don't have to worry about anyone questioning my identity. Although...I'm curious of yours.
[Cautious bird is cautious!]
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That's the politest you've ever been with me. Too bad I can't record it.
[ sighs. he could come right out and say it, but eh. make the Unaligned work for it a little. ]
Never did get to have our little chitchat after the whole Megatron mess, did we?
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Let's just say I am much taller than this. And considerably less human.
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he can't boss aroundhe doesn't know ]I can't believe this is happening again! Out of all the Cybertronians in all the universes, this place sends me another one that I don't know. [ based on Starscream's tone of voice, it is ALL YOUR FAULT, METALHAWK. Somehow. ]
So Metalhawk, tell me a little more about yourself--more specifically, where your loyalties lie.
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I'm sorry for your misfortune.
[Don't take that tone with him, mister. HE'S the master of EVERYTHING SUCKS AND IT'S EVERYONE ELSE'S FAULT. Have some sarcasm right back!]
My loyalties lie with Cybertronians, unaligned in nature. Neither Autobot nor Decepticon.
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That's correct. You know of my kind?
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I mean, getting tattooed against your will is a pretty shitty thing all around.
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['She' gives a huff, composing herself. After all, this person seems to understand his woes.]
At least someone agrees with me on the subject.
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[Pale hair. Purple eyes. Young man. Staring.]
Maybe it's because you came to Earth? It's a little bit easier to navigate with arms and legs and a mouth to talk with and stuff, at least it is if you want to make friends with humans!
But they shouldn't force you to be a way you don't want to be! That's so! Rude!
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I suppose that's true, making us all the same would really help the confusion and panic.
[His arms fold, though, nodding in agreement.]
I certainly like my freedom to choose. It's something I encourage for everyone, really.
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[ Yeah that's all he's saying on the matter. ]
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[No, talk to him more bro he wants to know.]
Have we met?
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Also, a good way of playing into someone's hands.
[He doesn't want to say it, but he pretty much figures the answer is obvious: none of that will work.
He wishes it did.]
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Doesn't hurt to hope it might.
[That face contorts into a frown, arms folding rather indignantly.]
I take it that strategy didn't work out for you either.
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What do you mean "displaced from your own body"~'
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I'm not originally human. Or what appears to be human.
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However, regarding the war and this goverment, you may choose not to participate. For now.
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That will be precisely what I'll do. I'm a pacifist, I have no place in a war.
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Also, for the record, to turn it off, you simply press the red button again.
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Starscream says many things that aren't particularly true. It's best to take his words lightly.
[And he's about to shut the device off to test the button, stopping himself at the last minute.]
Ah, thank you. That's...pretty obvious now that I look at it.
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[He looks at his tattoo, disapprovingly.]
I take it you're familiar with the formalities.
god I am sorry rl kicked me in the face
no worries! I know that feeling ALL too well.
at least I'm done with this job in a month
I know how job stuff is UGH don't you worry C:
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