askvectorprime:

Dear Honorary Seeker of Jaft,

Thank you for checking in. I have spent nearly four million years searching for a “Hugh Jaft”. Trusty Safeguard scans nearly two billion records per second across the multiverse. The more I look for him, the more his absence is felt, the more I just know he’s bound to be discovered.

Unfortunately, others have learned about my search. “So!” Unicron taunted me, “You seek an individual of supreme importance, do you? I know not of him, but this Hugh Jaft shall be Unicron’s!” And so Unicron searched for Jaft across the varied tapestry of the multiverse. He plucked Galvatron III from an alternate Cybertron where he had conquered and ruled for millions of years. He was furious that Unicron forced him to set aside his rule and spend his days finding Hugh Jaft.

The conflict between the Hugh Jaft Seekers and Galvatron III culminated in the Jaft-erquest, where Galvatron absorbed the Jaft-erbase, a repository containing my Hugh Jaft research, collected over millions of years. He exploded, laughing maniacally as he was overwhelmed by its power. A piece of debris smacked me in the face; it was a recording from Maccadam! The signal was quite garbled: “<zzzhhh>-ector Prime! Listen<zzzzzh>-ust a joke. Someone-<zzzzh>-winding you u<zzzzh>”. I will have the Seekers analyze the message more thoroughly. But for now, the search for Hugh Jaft continues.

askvectorprime:

I have forged my way through the most treacherous straits of the Rust Sea wearing the sleek form of an oxide shark, devouring everything in my path. I have terrorized the jungles of LV-117 as a mighty chaosteros. I have raced through the jungles of Elonia as a six-limbed beast and felt its dying terror-spams upon a hunter’s spear. I have commanded respect from the inhabitants of Algea when I adopted the countenance of an imposing razorbeast, risen above toxic swamps on the wings of a terracowl, and absorbed the ultrasonic symphonies of the karknoid beetles with their sensitive antennae. As an air hammer untethered by gravity, I have soared upon the solar winds themselves. Each is magnificent in their own way, a testament to the infinite creative power of the multiverse—and a reminder of the frailty of all life.

askvectorprime:

Again and again, across worlds and time, the children of Cybertron and the children of Earth are brought together—in conflict, in alliance, in fusion, in countless possibilities. The organic is reflected in the machine, and the machine in the organic. Is it so surprising that the essence of the left hand mirrors the essence of the right?

askvectorprime:

The scientists of Axiom Nexus certainly did pat themselves on the back the day they thought they had discovered the Shroud. Surely, a protoform who discovers a rainbow in a clear sky can logically determine the existence of a refracting agent long before they can physically see one.