For a long moment, Mirage had the unpleasant feeling that he was forgetting something. Something he'd heard about anchors...
OH.
::Oh dear.:: He pinged Prime in a blind panic, barely hiding his alarm while physically ignoring the startled ping he got in return.
::They're sparkbonding zealots, the lot of them. I'd bet almost anything on it. I'm actually going to have to go along with this...:: Mirage couldn't believe it.
::How did you come to that conclusion? They seem shocked, to be true, but surely they could accept the truth..?::
::There were a few fringe sects on Cybertron who claimed that sparkbonding was the only way to reach true enlightenment, and that having such a tie to 'anchor' you to Primus the only way to truly be a proper Flame of the Spark. The lack of a bond supposedly made your talents weaker, inferior; if not blasphemous. They were never anything more that a handful on Cybertron - and most vanished during the colonization period. Look how quick they are to try and bond me off to someone else!::
::Er. Well...:: Optimus' audial twitch was very telling. The idea of casually bonding through some sort of broker or for anything other than actual desire was...nearly scandalous.
::Nothin for it, then. Gonna have to go along with it, Mirage.:: Jazz popped in, cutting into their private commline like it was entirely too easy. Optimus sputtered static, but Mirage's binary agreement was resigned.
::Sorry Prime, but unless this ends here, we gotta. What little info we got matches Mirage's data, and there ain't a single qualified person actually sparkbonded on this entire ship. We'll find someone to play the part easily enough.::
"Oh goodness, no!" Mirage laughed aloud, flapping a hand casually. Once again, he carefully ignored the startled realization creeping across half of the command staff's faces, the noise of his laugh covering up Prime's ugly sigh.
"Certainly not offlined! Simply not fond of space travel, you see. And we wouldn't want to presume, when only one was requested..."
"They're on the outs again," Jazz faux-whispered toward the envoy, flashing his visor in a 'confidential' wink, shattering the tension.
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Date: 2014-12-06 12:08 am (UTC)OH.
::Oh dear.:: He pinged Prime in a blind panic, barely hiding his alarm while physically ignoring the startled ping he got in return.
::They're sparkbonding zealots, the lot of them. I'd bet almost anything on it. I'm actually going to have to go along with this...:: Mirage couldn't believe it.
::How did you come to that conclusion? They seem shocked, to be true, but surely they could accept the truth..?::
::There were a few fringe sects on Cybertron who claimed that sparkbonding was the only way to reach true enlightenment, and that having such a tie to 'anchor' you to Primus the only way to truly be a proper Flame of the Spark. The lack of a bond supposedly made your talents weaker, inferior; if not blasphemous. They were never anything more that a handful on Cybertron - and most vanished during the colonization period. Look how quick they are to try and bond me off to someone else!::
::Er. Well...:: Optimus' audial twitch was very telling. The idea of casually bonding through some sort of broker or for anything other than actual desire was...nearly scandalous.
::Nothin for it, then. Gonna have to go along with it, Mirage.:: Jazz popped in, cutting into their private commline like it was entirely too easy. Optimus sputtered static, but Mirage's binary agreement was resigned.
::Sorry Prime, but unless this ends here, we gotta. What little info we got matches Mirage's data, and there ain't a single qualified person actually sparkbonded on this entire ship. We'll find someone to play the part easily enough.::
"Oh goodness, no!" Mirage laughed aloud, flapping a hand casually. Once again, he carefully ignored the startled realization creeping across half of the command staff's faces, the noise of his laugh covering up Prime's ugly sigh.
"Certainly not offlined! Simply not fond of space travel, you see. And we wouldn't want to presume, when only one was requested..."
"They're on the outs again," Jazz faux-whispered toward the envoy, flashing his visor in a 'confidential' wink, shattering the tension.