*The Decepticons' old underwater base had been rather quiet as of late. With the truce in place, everyone seemed to prefer hanging around in Autobot City or some other such location. For his part, Echoshift saw no reason to leave behind a perfectly good set of personal quarters and go through the bother of moving all his assorted belongings to an
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...which is to say, he's haunting the base in his own unique way.
"Hey! Echoshift! Snowcat says you're in charge here, and that I'm not assigned a berth at all if I've been away. So I should talk to you about my quarters. I want my old quarters back."
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"Whaddaya mean, where was I? I gotta start giving you position reports now? Close enough to be here, okay."
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Anyway, what I was originally gonna ask you about is this. *holds the datapad out to him and points to the latter part of the file on the screen. It's Duskwing's file, which he'd downloaded from the console in the command center earlier* It's trying to tell me you don't exist. *looks at him* So either I'm seeing things, or there's a mistake on this file. You gonna tell me which one it is?
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"Sometimes. To some people," he finally says. Then he looks at the file.
"You can't read," Duskwing points at the last line. "It says I'm dead, not that I don't exist." His finger strays up half a page. "Hey, who put that discipline report in there? That slagging afthead! That fight was Rumble's fault, not mine!"
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"Not the same," he snarls. "If something doesn't exist, it just isn't. If someone is killed, they aren't alive anymore, but they still exist".
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*there are several moments of silence. Eventually, Echoshift manages to put most of his thoughts into a worded sentence, and voice it*
*carefully:* You're... not disagreeing with what's on this datapad. *it doesn't quite sound like a statement, but neither does it quite sound like a question. And yet, it might have been intended to be both*
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"I disagree with some of the stuff that's in the discipline section, but that's not what you're askin'," he says. "An' this one's incomplete. You don't have the Cybertron record. 'Course, that probably went away with Darkmount. An' it wouldn't tell you anything that would disagree with this record, anyway. Just more particulars 'bout the 1987 entry."
Duskwing hands the datapad back to Echoshift.
"Nope. Not disagreeing."
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*more silence*
*in the same tone of voice as before, with a bit of Okay, so let me get this straight thrown in too this time:* You're trying to tell me that I'm now talking to someone who got killed... about twenty years ago...?
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"I ain't trying to tell you anything. You're trying to tell yourself something's not so." He smirks at Echoshift and slowly fades away into the mist and gloom, turning transparent, translucent and finally invisible.
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*the corridor continues to remain unoccupied in appearance, save for himself and any lingering mist. Almost cautiously, he allows himself to become visible again*
Duskwing?
*the corridor regards him in return, silent and empty. If the other Seeker was still around he didn't seem about to reappear just yet. Echoshift glances down at the datapad in his hand again and wavers on what to do next. Eventually he seems to come to a decision and starts to head back towards the command center, occassionally pausing to turn and take another look back down the corridor until he rounds the next corner*
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As Echoshift heads back up the corridor, the lights return to normal behind him. The ones alongside him and ahead begin to dim...
1. Spirit Realm, Spirit Plane, Astral Plane, Otherworld, Faerie...
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*hmm...*
*...oh, whatever*
*headshakes a little and continues back up the corridor, heading for the command center*
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