"There are a few who were lucky enough to escape Cybertron. One of these survivors was a veteran who like most, fled for humanity's cradle, Earth. And I've yet to find him."

- Optimus Prime

- Renegade Autobot - the White Mech - the Traveler - Transformer - an unearthly Machine - Technician - Demolitions Expert -






Alignment: Autobot




When not worried over the threat of capture or being seen by a stranger outside of his vehicle mode, Unity can be quite the jovial one towards those around him. Despite the occasional sass from him, he holds a surprising amount of selflessness to his allies and will not hesitate to take the heat for someone, whether it be mentally or physically.


At a total height of seventeen feet, Unity like most Transformers holds a bipedal and aerodynamic figure with a snow white paint scheme. There are two wing-like segments behind his shoulders where exterior plates from his vehicle mode fold up, a beak shaped head with a glowing cobalt visor, a pointed chest, and narrowed legs with edges at the front.


In vehicle form, he uses a 2015 Lamborghini Aventador Super Veloce as his facade while going out on public roads or settlements. Much like his true form he has a white paint job with secondary black on some details. The interior is mirrored after and feels exactly the same as its authentic counterpart, any occupants inside wouldn't be able to tell the difference. When active, that false V12 engine can still be heard normally at the press of the gas pedal. There are no distinguishable features on his exterior to make him stand out from others on the road.

Being a Transformer, an entirely different vehicle can be scanned at will to change into /it/ instead, usually it'll still appear white unless he chooses to change the color as well. It is unlikely he'll ditch his current disguise any time soon.



Before his arrival came the W.a.r.

Long ago on a faraway world existed the Cybertronian race, a civilization of artificial beings with many astonishing technical capabilities and attributes. Before hostilities broke out Unity worked as a researcher for a weapons research facility, developing and assisting with experimental technology mostly. He was credited for aiding in the creation of the Space Bridge, a device capable of creating quantum corridors (portals) that could be used to travel almost anywhere.

Over time, movements for equality were started by a lesser bot who served as a Miner due to being of a lower caste, this individual became known as Megatronus. He later gained supporters and sought to abolish the caste system by force. Cybertron was eventually plagued by a global conflict that lasted for centuries between two factions created in its wake: The Autobots and Decepticons. Their everlasting engages gradually let to the destruction of their own planet beyond any recognition to the point of becoming uninhabitable. Defeat was inevitable for the Autobots, who found themselves terribly outnumbered and outgunned.

When called to serve, Unity was chosen to become a member of the Wreckers, a combat unit of the Autobots consisting of only the most talented bots available. They operated outside the standard chain of command and took high-risk missions that were nearly suicide, their equivalent of Black Ops. He worked as a combat engineer and demolitions expert until the war reached its peak. From there he met several of his closest friends: Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Seaspray.

Their last mission together was to destroy the Decepticon warship Harbinger, which was rumored to be carrying a shipment of prototype weapons technologies. Several bots named Blackout, Hotshot, and Pyro accompanied him during the operation.The Wreckers were successful in breaking through the Decepticon line to reach the spaceport. By the time they got in, the vessel was already taking off with its high-value cargo on board, forcing them to hitch a ride. After sabotaging the engineering bay, Hotshot was killed attempting to escape the Harbinger. Pyro stole a fighter while Unity rode inside Blackout since he could transform into a light dropship. To their misfortune, Pyro was shot down by fighters as the other two Wreckers fled together.

As if nothing could've escalated their situation, the duo returned to find their stronghold reduced to ashes, turns out the outpost was bombed while they were away. With their superiors dead, he and Blackout fled the planet after receiving news that an Ark carrying Autobot refugees was departing soon, all survivors across the globe were ordered to leave. Both bots headed for interstellar space in hopes of finding a safe haven. Just like their weaker counterparts, all surviving Decepticons left and scattered themselves across the known galaxy.

When it seemed like him and his partner would be scattered to the winds for all of eternity across the cosmos, they stumbled across what was to become their new home.

To their own luck, both Wreckers discovered a habitable world prior to setting a random course. Only moments after they came out of warp, Unity and his much larger ally were intercepted by Decepticon flyers. Blackout sustained critical damage during a skirmish in the planet's orbit and was on the verge of going up in one massive inferno. To spare his comrade, he ejected Unity from his interior while in vehicle mode in the form of a dropship, thus causing him to enter atmosphere like a meteorite. It was unclear whether or not Blackout survived, the last time he saw him was when he darted past a blanket of clouds while one of his thrusters was up in flames.

After making impact on a California dairy farm, the lone bot immediately got out of his crater in a frantic search for his possibly deceased brother in arms. At the realization, Blackout was nowhere to be seen and nothing on comm chatter, he managed to locate a road before learning that the azure and emerald marble he was on had a civilization living there. In order to keep a low profile, a passing vehicle was scanned by him to take its exact form, this ended up being a Lamborghini Aventador.

Under this facade, the rogue Autobot began studying traffic laws via Internet through his own helm. The next three years consisted of him roaming North America's highways in his new disguise, and without a need for any type of fuel, good luck attempting to stop him if you're a police officer. Despite his kind having the ability to tolerate isolation better than the natives of that planet, the growing solitude combined with the likely loss of his fallen ally began eating away at his core. Unfortunately for him, Unity was required to constantly keep himself concealed in vehicle mode, the only time he could transform without the fear of being discovered was on backwoods roadways or abandoned properties.

Currently, he uses a deserted underground complex located beneath an aircraft graveyard as safe house, where essential supplies, weapons, and personal belongings. Stored therein crates is Energon, a mysterious substance that acts as the fuel and lifeblood for all Cybertronians, without it he'd weather away in due time. Much of his time is often spent seeking out Energon deposits and materials for crafting new equipment or additional weapons should the time ever call for their usage. When not gathering resources, Unity frequently travels to nearby cities just to explore, occasionally he'll venture into other states.

Writer's notes:

>Please keep in mind that replies can take a little bit of time if I go a couple of days without responding, that doesn't mean I've forgotten about you.

>I do mostly modern and futuristic themes with Unity. If this isn't what you're looking for when writing with me, I have plenty of other characters for different genres, PLEASE don't hesitate to ask me about my other muses.

>I welcome character ships don't expect smut from this one.

>Expect the occasional gore when there's action in our writing, just because I play a Transformer doesn't mean it's child-friendly or toned down. Mature themes is what I aim for.

>Do not kill or make me off my own character. Either I'll consider removing you or the roleplay will be over permanently. I came here to write enjoyable stories with other people, I'm not going to throw away all the hard work I've put into this character just so yours can make a name for themselves. But don't take this the wrong way, I /love/ action, but I strongly ask that fights be scripted most of the time otherwise it creates a lot of friction between writers.

>If you have an issue with my writing or find yourself bored, don't be afraid to come talk to me about it, alright? I can't help you if you won't be straightforward with me.


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  • What was a long time to a cybertronian? They weren’t limited to flesh and bone as the creatures of the earth were. Maybe they had their own limitations all the same, but the mage couldn’t help but wonder. 

    Spencer pondered the next question for a long moment after speaking. That was right. He wasn’t going in alone, now was he? The mage wasn’t sure he would want to. He had to plan for them both to infiltrate. He bit the inside of his cheek and finally spoke. “When I phase I can take one person with me. Two at most, but it becomes tricky. Two human-sized beings… but for someone like you?” The notion was followed with a slow shake of his head. “For anything short of brute force, we will need a diversion.”

    His attention soon flickered to the screen when the image was displayed. He watched as the figures on-screen worked in the quarry-like setting, taking in their differences and capabilities as they went about. “You have surveillance…” He commented aloud. His gaze landed on the glowing objects and Spencer hummed in thought. Alchemic studies were among his distant past, but what was this? The answer came soon enough. He looked up to Unity for the explanation, tossing a glance back to the screen on occasion. “So it’s your lifeforce, weapons, everything?” He could fill a journal page on the concept of Energon alone.  “I’ve never seen it before. Frankly, I’ve never heard of it… has it always been present on Earth?” So there was their target. Their meeting point, should the time come. Then what? There was planning to be done. This wasn’t a war of beasts or a battle from his past.

    “Evading I can do with ease, but killing…” His voice trailed off thoughtfully. Spencer didn’t rightfully know what killed Unity’s kind. He couldn’t rely on the landscape alone, and the trial and error needed for spellcasting could be treacherous to rely on solely. It was a monumental task even with an upper hand. A frown crossed his lips while he stared at the screen and thought. When the offer came, his brow knit together. “I don’t suppose there is any blade that would work against your kind? Although beggars can’t be choosers in a time like this.”

    . . .

    Marius watched the bot’s expression change much to his advantage. Surely the other had pondered such a thing, but how well did these ‘Decepticons’ understand human behavior? The sorcerer knew every aspect of it. Every inch, every tick ripe to be exploited. Humans had a will that was bendable when pressures were applied in just the right places. 

    As they began to walk down the corridors, long strides left him behind, but never too far off from the bot leading the way. He made note of the directions they took while his focus tried to take in every inch of the hallways, peeking down the corridors they would ignore on their way. When they reached the intended room, the glow of the screens caught Marius’ eye and caused a raising of his brow. It was more than he could have expected from the ‘quiet space’ he had requested.

    “You will hear from me if it is needed,” Marius responded, complicit.  The sorcerer watched as the bot made its leave from the room. Only once the footsteps trailed away and left behind silence, did the man relax his shoulders and let out a sigh.

    When the coast was clear, he put his hands together. Wicked words were muttered under the man’s breath one after another, lacing his tongue and leaving in the form of shadows gathering in his palms from the darkest corners of the room. The longer the spell continued, the closer the sorcerer’s hands clasped together, forming what was to be made. By the time they pulled themselves apart again slowly, the dark matter between his fingertips was flowing to the brim with energy. “Be my eyes,” he commanded into the empty room. Marius crouched to the ground and released it toward the doorway. Serpent-like creatures writhed to life and clung to the corners of the corridor. They would stick to the shadows as they disappeared out of sight.

    He had work to do, and alien technology to decipher in a matter of the coming days, if not hours. Marius walked toward the terminal and eyed the two seats present contemplatively. The one on the right was chosen. After a few moments, he climbed atop with relative ease. He took a seat atop the backrest where the screens were closer to eye level. First thing was first; he wanted to see what the robotic beings had to offer him before he sought out after the ghost and his irritable comrade.

  • It took a handful of miles before the mage settled back into his seat and felt some essence of acceptance with Unity’s driving. Seldom did Spencer travel by car, and when he did, it was within the cities he stayed in. Trains were common enough, but a car speeding down the roadways at its own accord? There was no counting how many times his fingers reached for the handle on the driver-side door. The path they took away from the city was pulling Spencer further and further away from what little familiarity he had. His eyes never left the windows all the while. He was on edge from their first encounter and no sound would be overlooked. The trees gave way to the scrapyard, and he knew better than to think it belonged out in the middle of nowhere. Vehicles. Engines. Scraps of metal from who-knows-what. All of which his overactive imagination told him could jump out if he wasn’t careful.

    Spencer stepped out when prompted and re-situated the messenger bag over his shoulder. He followed after a bit aimlessly, wondering what they were looking for until Unity’s hands dug into the earth to pull up the entrance he had no hopes of spotting. Surprise lingered on his face until the welcome was given. Hesitantly he took his first few steps below the ground, memorizing the slope should he need it again.

    “This… is incredible,” The mage uttered, for once speechless. He expected something as dark as a dragon’s den, not the lit corridors that somehow powered themselves in the desolate place. It was sophisticated for what it was— virtually invisible.

    The echo of his footsteps felt like almost nothing in the size of the space. By the time they reached the end of the corridor Spencer’s stride had slowed considerably. The hair on his neck stood on end instinctively at the sight. The monitors that glowed. The lighted tunnel. The projects left on workbenches and the weapons rack that reminded him of the blaster that had once been poised at him before things took a turn in the shipyard. The air underground held a chill to it unlike above, but the Ex-Rider had endured worse. What had he gotten himself into..? 

    He must have been standing for long enough when Unity spoke out. Spencer snapped back to life and looked up to the Autobot. His eyes drifted to the glowing archways in the tunnel ahead of them. “You have a portalling system..?” The man finally breathed out one of many questions. “How long could this have possibly taken you!? How long have you…” His head was spinning again but he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight. Unity was walking before he would get his bearings on any of it. Spencer followed once the monitors were powered on, making his way up to a position where he could see what they had in store.

    “A warship,” Spencer echoed the words in a distant tone. Just when nothing else could be stacked on top of things? Of course. That meant the possibility of leaving the Earth, or at least traveling far enough away from it that even his dragon would have not reached. Heights had never scared the man so long as there was some prospect that he would be caught.

    Speaking of which, the mage moved closer to the edge of the elevated table and slowly sat down with his legs dangling off the ledge. “These… Energon mines, how far away are they? His chin tipped up toward Unity. “Or- would a beacon be found as suspicious?”

    “Undetected, however…” Spencer echoed while he thought aloud. A hand touched his chin while he thought. “Undetected is something I can do.”

    . . .

    A brow rose to the answer, none too surprised that there was one, only that it came as quickly. Marius wouldn’t ask questions beyond it however; their philosophy was far less his concern than the task at hand. On the other hand, he wouldn’t hesitate to spill what he knew about the white mage. The more eyes on his target the better, and if those eyes were weaponized? The only thing left to decipher was what the other side of the deal wanted.

    Marius watched the expression change on the Mech-like creature’s face, surprised to see such recognizable emotion. “A bargaining chip,” the Sorcerer deduced with the raise of a brow. In the least, he knew that was how it would begin. “You would have the attention of every major government of the world. Let alone, if you choose your target city correctly, the initial panic would be immeasurable.” His gaze rose to the Decepticon. There wasn’t an ounce of shock nor objection to their plan. He turned away from the screen. “I can trace them… but I will need a quiet place to work.”

  • “If we go back to your shelter now… do you think we’ll have time?” Spencer questioned. The time to prepare felt precious; he could use one more flip through his spellbook to find what was useful against the beings or to even develop a plan of any kind. He didn’t know what he was getting into, but he knew very well what the ripple effect would be if the weapon was detonated.

    . . .

    Marius watched as the ground below disappeared with the elevator’s closing, and his gaze never stopped moving from there on out. He squinted while his eyes adjusted to the change of light within the dark, encompassing interior of the vessel. He felt a certain sense of silence within The Nemesis that most wouldn’t associate with peacefulness, but he just might with time. 

    Starscream’s prompt once more shook the Sorcerer to action. He began to walk when they were on the move again, hearing the deep, clanking echoes of the bot’s feet in the ship that was meant for so much more than humankind. At times Marius kept up, but as something caught his attention his steps slowed without any concern if it was too slow for the larger being or not. No different than Spencer, he was trying to dissect the space. Make sense of it. He cared far less for the social aspects of these beings; he wanted to hear of what they ruled. Where their capabilities lie. What brought them to a mortal planet that must be despicable compared to their own?

    They were all questions Marius could hold within himself for the time being. If there were any true differences between the two mages, the Sorcerer’s focus was obsessively honed in on what needed to be done.

    They reached their destination after who-knows-how-long of walking. Marius brought up the rear and made haste to close the gap by the time they were to enter the bridge. The space opened up brilliantly to have the Sorcerer once more looking around, catching glimpses of many more of their kind at work, or so it seemed. What should have been fear or even hysteria over his surroundings was a sense of awe instead. Light blues gazed up at the screen momentarily and then fell to the one operating the center console. Marius’ head tilted slightly as he inspected the stranger. He was the smallest fish in the vast ocean that was the ship, but he wouldn’t let himself dwell on it now.

    Marius wouldn’t give so much as a courtesy nod when introduced to the bot, besides the assumed gaze that was met. The mission was understood, and that was all that he needed. His attention went to the screen as the text grew familiar to him, furrowing his brow in thought. As Soundwave moved, he would walk toward the console to get a closer look. 

    “Dangerous..?” Marius spoke out listlessly when the question was posed. He seemed to think it over for a few moments. “He wields magic just as I, but he has no true focus with it. Our trouble will be that he is evasive… but that fool’s life force is so loosely tied to his body. All it would take is the right touch to end it.” Another pause for thought. His gaze left the screen and went to the leader behind him.

    “I don’t suppose your kind has a soul… do you?” 

    The Sorcerer gave a moment for whether there was a different answer to be had or not. “He is capable, yes… but predictable. I have the capability of tracking him, and little doubt that he would still be with who you are after.” Marius’ arms crossed. His shoulders turned from the console and he looked to Starscream directly. “You want your pale being, and I want mine.. and what of the weapon? What are your plans for it?”

  • Spencer studied the ground as he listened to the confirmation, deep enough into thought. His hand swept his hair back once in fatigue with an exhale, as he had a habit of doing when his thoughts were overwhelmed enough. His eyes rose when the ‘However…’ caught his attention. Mercury hues stared up at Unity expectantly. Oddly hopeful, for what little information he knew. 

    “If they passed by, in a modern day city… how would they know it is you? Would you be able to tell, can all of your kind take on alternate forms?” He questioned. It was a needle in a haystack among humankind, if not. Spencer knew he could have passed on at the wrong moment, and been none the wiser. His own hunting endeavors were seemingly put on hold for now.

    With the last details added to Unity’s brief his expression grew pensive. How many would make a ‘small army’ by Cybertronian standards? The scales sounded tipped out of their favor by the sound of it. “And the weapon, back in the shipyard… it would just be the beginning, wouldn’t it? Not to mention they’d be after you, wouldn’t they? Should we be moving?”

    He was heard correctly. We. 

    . . .

    There was no mistaking the way Marius’ brow raised. Of all the impossibilities he had walked into that evening, the idea of what the mech offered was certainly among them. A warship..? His chin tipped to one side by a few degrees. His gaze wavered only at the uttering of the other bot behind their leader.

    Where the man hadn’t let himself feel small in the presence of giants, his eyes went skyward and he took a few steps back at the sight overhead. The hair on Marius’ neck stood on end. For a moment his ever-confident, brooding expression went blank. Not even a smart word went by as he observed what he could see from his own height, trying to take in the magnitude. He had questions of the technology, the grasp these beings must have on it to wield such a craft.

    For a moment, Marius was frozen. He had never stepped off the Earth unless by his own terms; not by plane, nor any other method. “Whatever it takes,” He reminded himself under his breath of the promise once made. When prompted, the now silent sorcerer forced a step forward. Then another. He walked toward the platform and stepped in, eyeing the materials of the ship, studying it even from below.

  • As Spencer listened to the story that was now a decade in the making a frown crossed his lips. It was short-lived when the story turned around just as suddenly. The mage could surely understand the sense of not knowing and what it could do with time. He should have been taking notes; the urge was certainly there but he reminded himself of the oath of silence. They had plenty of time for his questions so long as the sky was clear. His own arms crossed as he listened, picking up keywords left and right including the names that came across in his tales. They were names he couldn’t put a face to if he tried, other than imagining the being standing in front of him and those that were left behind in the ship graveyard site.

    He had the man’s unblinking attention as he tried to imagine a world elsewhere and its politics, which suddenly shrank the universe with the details. As the story went on, he realized he was imagining that new world in the past tense. Dictators, wars, devastated planets, and spaceships. He was trying to keep his head from spinning as he followed along with the bizarre concept.

    “The war… was it truly enough to doom an entire planet? -And for how long? These names- who survived? Are there more of you scattered across the cosmos?” Spencer’s mouth was running a mile a minute as he thought. It sounded like the battle was still on… but what were they fighting for if the planet was lost? His hand swept white locks back with an exhale. The semi-pointed tips of his ears revealed and hid themselves in the process, and he went back to staring up at Unity. “You say you found Earth as an outpost. Had they found it first, did they follow you? The- Cybertronians in the shipyard, who do they side with?”

    . . .  

    Marius was pleased enough that his entrance went noticed but just as on guard toward the giants that towered overhead. Careful hues sifted out who was the leader of the lot before he had started to move. Marius’ brow furrowed as he approached. The man kept still, besides a slight curve in some of his fingertips, threatening a spell that hadn’t yet been conjured. Light blue hues met with the larger being’s and a brow rose.

    A single thought entered his mind when the deal was proposed and left to dangle in front of the sorcerer. These creatures think no differently than humans. It could serve as useful. He could rightfully track down the man in his own time, but the refusal of extra manpower was out of the question. Marius’ own expression failed to change its intensity.

    “He leaves with me in one piece, when you are done. No exceptions.” A grin tugged at one corner of his mouth. “We are wasting time, are we not..?”

  • “As far as anyone else would be concerned it isn’t real… and there aren’t many mages left in this day and age. The craft has to be passed down by individuals.” Did such a thing matter to the mech or was the man rambling again? No matter where the answer lies, he kept talking for the sake of calmness while he righted himself in the seat. Constant glances to the rearview mirror still happened on occasion when he wasn’t eyeing the speedometer with quiet concern. Slowly but surely, he was getting used to the quick maneuvers of the vehicle he felt a bit hostage in.

    Something about the request to speak felt menacing yet with what little Spencer knew. He looked to the car’s ceiling, then to the front dash, searching for eye contact in the same way that humans pace while on the phone. He hardly had a choice of going to talk or not. Let alone, could he let himself just walk away without ever knowing? There were so many questions from the start. “I’m sure you would be popular among the humans,” Spencer murmured under his breath in a less-than-faithful tone of voice toward the thought. “I understand. You have my word.” It was another secret to add to the list in the grand scheme of things for the ghost, but it was unlike any others. 

    The roads grew quiet over time. When the landscape stopped giving hints, the man put his gaze out the front windshield and settled in to wait for whenever or wherever they would stop. The clearing came to be their final destination and once again he was sitting up slightly to take a sweeping glance around. When the door clicked open upon stopping he flinched, letting the seatbelt pull away as he stepped out. Spencer’s legs felt like rubber at first from the fall. He turned around abruptly at the sound of the being shifting its forms and grabbed onto the strap of his messenger bag. The mage was frozen as he watched it occur, trying to keep track of any single piece as they shifted and folded in ways he hadn’t expected from the car he had been sitting in.

    Cybertonian. Autobot. Units, factions?

    -You’re in a field shouting at a mechanical man as tall as a building.

    You really have gone insane. 

    It wasn’t fear. He was marveling at the mechanics, so long as there wasn’t the barrel of a gun planted on him. “You’re truly from space… how long have you been here, hiding from the humans?” Spencer piped up first, tilting his chin up to make eye contact with the figure looming overhead. “-And your friends back there, who were they? Do they come from your planet as well?”

    . . .

    “-Do you think it is voodoo?”

    A voice chimed in from somewhere in the shipyard sounding… unimpressed. He spoke strongly; undoubtedly human. Watchful eyes had been watching for who-knows-how-long. He had watched long enough to witness his own careful plans be shattered for the evening. Overhead, the storm clouds were churning but at the sorcerer’s command. They were no longer needed to assist in catching the suspect that wasn’t there anymore, but what was all this?

    It took a little inspection to find the dark-haired man who had stepped out. He appeared from behind one of the stacks of crates and barrels that were corroding from their proximity to the sea. A long, black coat sheltered from the climate. It was a far different approach for the observer than the display he had watched Spencer endure beforehand. 

    “I am looking for the man in that vehicle… I can find his location, what is that worth to you?”

  • A short-lived smirk made its way across Spencer’s face at the success of the spell, despite the short span of time that was even taken to read it correctly. The book was closed up immediately once the earth took its hold on the mech that gave a cry out of surprise at the interruption. The moment was short-lived when mercury hues shot back toward the white being that was shouting for who-knows-what was coming as a backup. His grip on the book tightened once he noticed the white mech coming toward him. Fear was one way to put it. Spence stood up straight, only managing a few hasty steps back before-

    “A-Ack!?” A shout of protest came from the man when his feet left the ground. For a brief second a flash of white translucence encompassed his body as he tried to phase from the grip, but the panic was enough to shut it down. They were running. Spencer tried not to let it jog his brain as Unity scrambled to flee, barely catching the forewarning he would try to make sense of before-



    The Ex-Rider that had once comfortably free-fallen at certain death altitudes on the back of a beast, was now screaming, up until he ran out of breath and the sound cut out from his chest. Once high enough to start coming back down, Spencer flailed. The book slipped from his hands only to be grabbed again hastily, clinging to the possession tightly. He could see movement out of the corner of his eye down below. The mechanical sounds of panels and pieces clicking into their places made his head turn abruptly.


    He couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing quickly enough before the mage crash-landed in the driver seat and grunted at the landing as tires hit and accelerated forward. 


    The mage's hands were shaking. After a couple of sharp turns down the highway he scrambled to right himself in the seat, clamping one hand on the steering wheel and another on the driver side door. His eyes shifted from one window to the other, flinching at lane changes and the close calls on the road. When Unity spoke his head whipped back to look through the rear window for what it was worth, looking for where the voice was coming from, and who was pursuing. When the question was posed he looked around again. He answered shakily as he scooped up the spellbook from the passenger seat and put it back into his bag. 

    “I.. I’m a magician. It’s magic,” He stammered. “Now what- that thing is still back there, isn’t it? What happened back there? Who and what are you!?”

  • The look the mage was giving the stranger was… something between confused and mortified. His expression bounced back and forth the longer he dwelled on it.

    Which, given the circumstances… it wasn’t long.

    There wasn’t time for the intricate questions, or so it seemed. Before he could open his mouth to speak or give a better idea (which he hadn’t), the mechanical being sprung up suddenly and caused Spencer to scramble back just a few feet in retaliation. His eyes grew wide. “Wait-!?” He was cut short and soon scrambled to find a spot on the container where he could peek from behind. When he did, the hair on his neck stood on end. 

    He watched the bolts of energy strike the trespasser faster than he could follow them with his eyes. He’d just pointed that thing at him, hadn’t he? Spencer’s eyes darted to the other two when he heard them drop the parcel and crept just a little closer, poised to move when he had to.

    Another flash of white paint came into his vision when the figure he had spoken to lunged to follow through. Spencer flinched himself at the strike when it landed. He slowly started to maneuver around the containers to find a smaller stack of crates to hide behind and reached a hand back to unbuckle his bag. He rifled through it blindly until his fingertips found something familiar. Just as he reached to pull it out, he paused only to watch the downed mech writhe, leaking who-knows-what from who-knows-where. Did they bleed? It seemed like it, but was there anything living in there at all? He didn’t know for sure.

    The ragged spellbook was pulled out and the old spine landed on the ground as he flipped through it hastily, muttering under his breath. His fingers searched for a certain section and froze when they landed on it. Drawing in a deep breath, he stepped out of hiding to be able to see and crouched to the ground.

    “Coe eri-or,  gar’uin dór a dorth- polodren...”

    The words rolled off his tongue quietly in a language that may as well have been dead with the passing of time. His palms were pressed to the sand and debris-covered ground, mercury hues set intently on the winged mech in the clearing.


    The ground sank deep around the mech’s feet like the earth itself had moved away from beneath it. With a second sudden crunch,  the compacted ground of the shipyard rose up around their toe and heel to trap them there in crater-like shackles, if only for some time.

  • -pats a mud pie on his hood and runs- 

  • The vibrations were drawing closer. Spencer could feel it through his boots and observe it along the dock’s edge where the water trembled in a strange fashion, just ever so slightly. The hair on the back of his neck rose, and the mage slowly took a crouch instinctively. Could it be? No, it was coming from in-land. Surely he would have seen something. The man’s quick look around was a little too soon and from the wrong angle to avoid what would happen soon enough. 

    Spencer drew in a deep breath and slowly rose back up to his feet to move. About the time he took a step or two back from his hiding space he saw a shadow overhead. The mage flinched when something bumped into him (luckily) just hard enough to send him stumbling over his own feet. His hand fell back to save himself from the concrete, not even thinking to phase or run with so little time. Instead, he scrambled back without even mustering a shout. Just as the weapon was raised, like a reflex, Spencer’s hand rose in front of him in a peculiar manner. 

    For what? A spell!?

    His odds had never been worse and the words weren’t coming to him. He was stuck frozen with his eyes glued to the… figure overhead. The stranger’s arm augmented in a way that he hadn’t seen from a living creature before. A reflection of the barrel’s glow was bound to show in Spencer’s eyes as he stared it down incredulously. He had questions… so many questions if only his overloaded brain could keep up with what he was seeing. Reminding himself to breathe was a start. 

    Spencer’s brow knitted together after a moment… what were they doing here? A slow, deep breath was taken while the figure’s arm collapsed back into its prior form. He couldn’t quite follow the machine’s twisting and turning to see how it all worked. 

    “I could ask the same to you,” The mage responded in a bit louder tone so the mech would hear. His voice was anxious, but not quite hesitant enough to stop the remark from leaving his mouth.

    The vibrations returned, now felt strongly with how close to the ground Spencer was. His hair stood on end again (if it ever went back down) and his eyes snapped toward the being when they spoke. Fight or flight was already awake in the Mage. He moved without hesitating, picking a crate to duck behind that would cover his form. His head was spinning. The unfamiliar tone could be heard from his position… it put a pit in his stomach at the keywords heard. 

    “...I haven’t,” A voice piped up not far away while the mage’s head shook slowly. The news had Spencer brave enough to creep out from behind the crate to put one shoulder against the shipping container beside it, not far behind the white mech. “Do you have a hint of how to stop it..?” Spencer uttered without much hope present. His expression was grave from listening in. From the sound of it, he knew what was coming. It had been many, many years before, but he knew.

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