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History files (OOC: Jw's history in her own words)
Current mood:
 contemplative
(OOC: This is going to be a blog I work on over time, I'll be changing it, adding to it and manipulating it until I am happy with it. Anyone reading this should know that your character does not know the information contained in this blog. Please do not bring up details from this blog up to jw or Jemini in the midst of a storyline unless we have discussed it in advance. Since this is a work in progress I would be happy to have feedback as long as it is not put in a rude way. Criticism is fine but you don't have to be a prick about it lol. )
Chapter 1
[With all the plotting, scheming, manipulating jw had been conducting. especially as of late she had began to deliberate with herself. She sat calmly in the midst of her headquarters. Things in this very moment were quiet. she did not have Unicron's thoughts in her cpu, she was not being pulled in one direction or another. She was not hunting.She was in a period of waiting. Jw was not one to enjoy waiting, it allowed her time to think on things she would rather bury. For rare weaknesses to crawl into view. The dark femme stood up, opened a panel at her wrist and removed her tracker. A device that allowed the other from her dimension to know where she was no matter what dimension or place in time she was in. Where she was going she wanted none to follow, none to know. Jw opened a warp gate, as she did so had any one been able to see the look in her optics one might have thought they saw a glimmer of sadness on the femme who never showed anything but contempt. Jw stepped into the warpgate disappearing from her headquarters and appearing in the place where it all began. She closed the warpgate behind her and immediately the station she appeared in came to life. Reacting to her presence. Jw was not in a time, or a place. It had taken her eons to be able to find it, her connection to Unicron and him granting her the ability to open the warpgates was only part of it. Jw had trained herself, risked herself and her existence to push the envelope in order to be able to return here. This station existed outside of time, space, any continuum. Jw approached a large silver highbacked chair, her hand glided over the metal before she gracefully sat down. In front of her and all around the enormous room were screens, all flickering to turn on as sat down. They seemed an infinite number, her optics gazed over them. This was the hall, the station of her father's. Their creation just as she was....
Chapter 2/3
How many times had she watched her father's view these screens just as she was now. Quietly observing, taking in events, seeing what had been and what was to come. How one reality could contrast so completely with another by a simple change in one variable. What always stood out was how she existed in none of them. No screen predicted her future or showed her, her past yet she could see others she knew. Darkgunn, Shottgunn, Megara, Megatron even Unicron. In other dimensions, in other realities she could see how they strived or how they suffered, how they lived and how they died. Jw stood up quickly and walked through the room, down a long cooridor and into a much smaller room. There had been no true thought that brought her to this place. It was as if instinct had lured her to take a look. The room was like she remembered it. The large monitors still holding the images of design specs. On one side were her own specs marked "the first" on the other side were Jemini's marked "the second". Every detail had been carefully thought out by her father's at least for her own design. The shape of her wings, the implementation used to cool her engines. the genious it took to design her to seem like every other cybertronian yet allow her to slip in and out of time. She was no Cybertronian, she was something else. Jw walked over to view Jemini's design specs. It was in this moment that Jw allowed herself to feel the raw emotion that she kept so carefully covered up. It had often amused her when others would call her the copy when in reality it was the other way around. Jw was the original article Jemini was the copy, her surviving father's attempt at "starting over". Jw left this room just as quickly as she had walked into it but it seemed her mind was determined to force her to rehash the past and it had no plans to let up. Soon jw found herself in the one room, the one place she never intended to ever see or return to again. The energon of her fallen father still stained the floor here. It was the first time in a long time that her spark seemed to open and feel the agony and pain from that day. Jw could still see it, the look on her surviving father's face, that humanoid face looking up at her with a shocked disbelief as he brought in Jw's cybertronian father and he lay dying on the floor. Jw sank to her knees just as she did that day. Jw touched the floor softly with her fingertips. How she pleaded with her surviving father to bend the rules. To go back and save him, to not allow him to fall and in the end he refused her. Reminding her in a soft, disapproving tone that she could not bend time and events to her will. That Alpha would not want him to, he would not want to be saved this way. Jw could practically feel Alpha in her arms just as she did that day, as she held onto him, feeling his essense, his spark energy dwindling with each moment. Alpha was everything to Jw, his goals were her goals, he was her guide, her teacher, her mentor and without him, she was lost. Alpha knew even in his last moments what his loss would do to Jw. He attempted in his last words to her to calm her, to give her hope " Let me go young one. Make your own path and let go of the pain." He did not realize just how much those words she would cling to. How different her path became from the one he invisioned for her, how she would bury the pain with a complete lack of emotion, but she could never let him go. That she could never do....
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