Below are the 13 most recent journal entries recorded in Lieutenant Cyclonus' LiveJournal:

Friday, November 17th, 2006
3:30 am	Can we just do this? The Dis has been hanging around waiting for a rendezvous for some time. It wasn't, however, prepared for its acting-commander to stalk onto the bridge in a black mood that could rival one of Galvatron's own, and in a humanised body to boot. ~~????~~ *and, since he can't use the touchpad, the ship breaks its own rule... and speaks.* ~~Lieutenant?~~ *for those who have never heard it before, the voice is cold, deep, dark, silky, and terrifyingly powerful for all its quietness* [[Okay, feel free to wander around the bridge, react, whatever...]] (36 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 27th, 2006
10:55 pm	Void Saga yet again (Cocytus bridge) [From the thread in Jetstorm's journal as that had gotten too long...] *Cyclonus waits in the shadows of the bridge door about the Cocytus, hanging back out of sight to let Jetstorm go ahead of him. The spacejet is missing an optic and his crest and bodywork are marked, cracked and dented; his chestplate is only just closed and a loose cable is hanging out of it. He looks as though nothing but sheer determination is keeping him on his feet, but he has plenty of that left to work with if nothing else...* *softly, to himself* This had better work... (24 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, July 24th, 2006
3:32 am	Might as well talk to the wall... The Dis is alone in high orbit above Charr, uncrewed, its systems powered down to standby. Outside the bridge viewport, the stars wheel overhead as the huge ship cruises in orbit, waiting with silent patience for its fellow Unicronians to have need of it again. Then, the bridge doors slide open and Cyclonus enters, stepping quietly. He doesn't turn up the bridge lights, just goes over and sits in the pilot's chair in the darkness, laying his fingertips lightly on the console and staring at the stars... And it isn't long before a cold steel voice whispers into his mind, the ship's monstrous, almost subliminal awareness sparked into activity by the touch of Cyclonus's keener thoughts. ~~welcome, lieutenant...~~ "Mmm." It's an almost thoughtless acknowledgement, as between old friends. ~~you need what?~~ Cyclonus smiles a little - one of the many things he and the ship have in common is their devotion to duty "Nothing tonight, my friend." *pauses* "Except perhaps not to be alone with my thoughts." ~~share, then.~~ "You first," Cyclonus answers wryly. /The last flight logs - let me see.../ The Dis obligingly uploads the files over the touch-link. It takes a few moments - these are not the summary logs that most ships keep, but the play-by-play. The vector maps and stress-measurements and sensory memories that let anyone with the right hard- and software reconstruct not only what happened, but what it felt like to be the Dis - to soar through space under the guiding touch of Galvatron's hand, driven fast and hard across the wastelands of the stars, turned loose to hunt and fight and kill in a storm of thruster wash and laser fire... ...Cyclonus finishes the data transfer, then sits with his optics closed for quite some time, his powerful frame occasionally quivering slightly. At last he opens his optics and shakes his head, with a gasp. /Thank... thank you./ ~~always. this is about the warmaster?~~ Cyclonus laughs bitterly at that. "What isn't?" /I want.../ ~~know you do~~ A long silence. /I would die for him./ ~~yes~~ And while he's used to having these half-voiced, half-hinted conversations with his triadmates and their ship, since they were made to know each other so well... he finds himself wondering, carefully, if and how a certain fire-marked Chosen One would fit into the subtleties of their kinship... ...and wishing that the phrase "Sharkticon in a crystal merchant's" hadn't come to mind. (63 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006
1:20 am	The smaller you are, the more universe you've got to conquer... *A very small purple spacer-jet comes zooming through the door of the war room on Charr and cruises to a landing on the main console, allowing an equally downsized Decepticon Emperor to jump down from his cockpit before transforming. Cyclonus fires up the base's computers, stepping carefully from one key to another hopscotch-fashion since he's now too small to operate the keys easily by hand.* *Computers activated, he sits down on the console - it's not a pose he'd usually adopt, but his slimmed-down build now makes it easy for him to curl up and cross his legs* What's your plan, Galvatron? *Galvatron hops up and keys something into the computer, then comes over and kneels down on the console behind Cyclonus, draping his arms around his neck and leaning over his shoulder - again, the pose is uncharacteristic, but it looks oddly right once he's done it* Don't worry, Cyclonus... I'll tell you just as soon as I've finished running these projections! *watches the screen, grinning excitedly* [Editor's note: anyone who wants to interact with them is welcome to interrupt, for instance this would be a perfect time for a comm from Autobot HQ or some such...] (25 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 6th, 2006
4:44 pm	Now what? *still busy flying strafing runs at rocks in the company of Steadfast, Cyclonus could not have been expecting this to be happening somewhere on the far side of the planet* *and yet, when it does happen, the psychic kickback across the Unicron-forged link between three like minds is devastating. With a strangled cry, he suddenly falters in the air and falls, transforming as he does so to crash to the ground in a tangle of limbs and wings. For a moment he lies still, optics flickering erratically, then sits up, putting his hand to his head with a faint moan* Ahhh, what-? *horrified look* Galvatron-! *leaps to his feet, or tries to - he staggers and almost falls* Steadfast, with me! Our lord has need of us! *takes off, wobbling in the air as he transforms back to jetmode but quickly regaining his stability through sheer force of will if nothing else* (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
12:58 pm	*Cyclonus stalks into his quarters and locks the door behind him* *he stands at the window, staring out at the hazy evening sky of Charr, arms folded, apparently deep in thought - or brooding* *He knows that there are those who consider him an unconventional Decepticon, to say the least. Because he holds his peace when others would speak, because he deals in loyalty instead of treason... or because he came out of nowhere, forged from Chaos with only the sigil on his breastplate to affirm his race at all. For the most part, he does not care. He is Galvatron's lieutenant first, his own mech second, and a Decepticon only third - and besides, his method gets results, and by the Decepticons' own logic, what more do they want? But tonight, from somewhere deep in the racial consciousness that Unicron never managed or never bothered to erase from his laser core, he is holding back a rising, driving surge of emotion that threatens to turn him into someone he barely even recognises. Possessiveness is a concept as familiar to any Decepticon as the colours of his own paint - after all, you are what you take - and Cyclonus recognises it, knows it for what it is, and has felt it and used it before. But he is accustomed, too, to keeping it in check. Whatever he claims for his own will always be tithed to his overlord, and he would have it no other way. Galvatron leads, Cyclonus follows; Galvatron wants something, Cyclonus brings it to him. He retains for himself only what his commander does not take, and that only on sufferance. And this is as it should be. And yet, in one brief view of a computer screen, he finds himself driven to a paradigm shift so egregious that his processors struggle to even understand it, let alone accept it. Because ever since he found himself staring at the incontrovertible evidence that something is going on between his commander and the Autobot leader - even if it is, as he assumes, only from Rodimus's side - his whole being has been wound up to an unbearable pitch, heated by the tormenting fire of a thought he might otherwise have gone his whole life without ever daring to acknowledge or voice...* *Cyclonus closes his optics, and clenches his fist* *whispering* Galvatron... my lord... *a look of mingled pain and rage flickers on his features* *optics fly open, blazing* *fist smashes against the windowsill, the stonework cracking under the blow* MINE-! (21 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 15th, 2005
11:03 pm	Meme, etc. *sits at the console and lets wings droop ever so slightly* Today has been... disturbing. I find myself unwilling to comment further except to say that humans have some very strange ideas of what constitutes humour. *glares at navigatorsghost, apprentice_lurk and koilungfish* *sighs wearily, hand over optics for a moment* *then straightens up and blinks, running a swift sequential processor reboot to wake myself up a little* Meanwhile, questions from apprentice_lurk: ( Read more... ) As is traditional, ask for questions if you wish. Over and out, ~Cyclonus~ Current Mood: disturbed Current Music: Samael, Moongate (from Rath's archive) (58 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 4th, 2005
11:40 am	*sigh* It looks as though I missed rather a lot while I was away! Not least, a major tactical shift. Ironic that it was only a couple of posts ago that I gave raisedbymoogles the following answer: "5. Under what circumstances do you think any kind of truce with the Autobots could be reached? *unhesitatingly* If we all faced something that needed killing more than they do." ( And then look what happened. ) So, peace of sorts with the Autobots and try not to make matters worse, it is, then. *sighs* At least these creatures die before we do. Wait long enough and all of this will be nothing more than a humiliating memory. Over and out, ~Cyclonus~ (37 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 24th, 2005
5:15 am	I don't think I wanted to know that. *checks chronometer and blinks at the realisation that, in a rare synchronicity, Cybertron and Charr downshift times have matched up for once* Which means that myself and giri_guy probably both have nothing better to do than be on the internet right now. I'm amusing myself watching monitors while hidden_watcher does something I'll make him tell me about later... and I just found Rodimus Prime posting this. *long hiss of drawn breath, steadying myself with the slow drag of air through my intakes, fingers clenched on the edge of the console so hard that the metal buckles* It never occurred to me that he might have come so close to... *trails off* And if he had - defeat out of our victory, then, because if it was bad that Rodimus lived, how much worse if Unicron had endured also? *shudders* Galvatron could have defeated Unicron regardless - certainly given the Matrix-Bearer as a weapon instead of an enemy. I believe it would have been so... and the glory would have been his instead of the Prime's, but... He, I, Scourge - what would we have been? Not what we are now, for certain. Maybe worse, maybe better, and I should not judge because I cannot, do not know... but-! *bends head and clenches fist* *voice barely more than a whisper* Galvatron-! *gets up and moves to leave, heading for chaos_gunner's throneroom* *stops in the doorway, with a horrified look of delayed enlightenment* Wait a cycle - does this mean that Rodimus Prime was secretly thinking...? ...oh, no. No! *leaves in even more of a hurry, footsteps clanging quick and a little unevenly on the deck* Over and out, ~Cyclonus~ (46 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 23rd, 2005
6:08 pm	Rather belated answers to that five-questions meme... And I would never had asked if I'd realised the result would be a concerted attempt to incriminate me! *looks at raisedbymoogles* But since I said I would... 1. Are there any Decepticons other than Galvatron that you feel have leadership potential? Not necessarily "threats to Galvatron's rule" (seeing as how, y'know, fat chance and all), but just people you would trust to lead a task force or something. Mmm. *thinks* Going through the likely candidates: ( This ran rather long. ) 2. What do you do in your spare time? Do you have spare time, for that matter? Answer silly questions from humans, apparently. *slight smile* Seriously, "spare time" - as in, time spent not being required to do anything else - is not something I generally find myself burdened with. And if I do, it can be readily used up on calibration training or tactical research. Or very occasionally on other activities that are none of your business. 3. What historical figures do you admire, from any race? The trouble with Decepticon historical figures is that they are history, and thus in one conspicuous regard they lack the qualities that render one truly admirable. Nonetheless, I intend to look into Earthen history when I have the opportunity - and as humans can be excused for dying in certain circumstances, I might have a few answers for you after that. 4. Do you think you would be so loyal to Galvatron if you weren't, well, you? Like, not Cyclonus the Unicronian second-in-command, but Cyclonus the average-Joe-Decepticon with no prior history with the guy? *optics go wide, uncertain, almost frightened* That is not a thought I like. I... Obviously if I were other than I am, the constraints of hardware alone would make it impossible for me to feel quite as I do. But... *hesitates* insofar as your question admits of an answer, then yes. It is the Decepticon way to judge a commander by his achievements, and... *shrugs* Were I not what I am, he would still be what he is. And for that alone I would follow him. 5. Under what circumstances do you think any kind of truce with the Autobots could be reached? *unhesitatingly* If we all faced something that needed killing more than they do. (PS: As is traditional, ask for questions if you want them.) Over and out, ~Cyclonus~ [Editor's note: I apologise for Cyc's ducking of question three, but my historical/military lore wasn't up to giving an interesting answer. Maybe when I've helped him do his research... ^_^] Current Mood: pensive Current Music: Rath listening to Iron Maiden. (27 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 9th, 2005
1:57 am	Status update: back from combat training. ( Read more... ) Over and out, ~Cyclonus~ (17 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 6th, 2005
4:14 pm	*sigh* I concede... I was trying to avoid these ubiquitous memes, but then our human slave-toy navigatorsghost tried my username in this one while my attention was elsewhere. After she stopped laughing we agreed that the results were worth posting: LJ Parallel Universe LJ Username you are human (8) - Outlook not so good. - (8) invented stickable toilet paper honest_merchant is the heir to the Russian throne chaos_gunner knows the secret to life hidden_watcher is a ghost longhaul is a crazy Venezualan raisedbymoogles This quiz by catastrophic_intentions - Taken 899 Times. </a> New - COOL Dating Tips and Romance Advice! I wonder what longhaul died of? [Edit: Ah, this from kaci_celica explains a lot. *laughs*] Over and out, ~Cyclonus~ Current Mood: amused (28 Comments |Comment on this)
11:09 am	***test*** *click of a switch, and crackle of static* *clonk* *voice, off*: Oh, to the hells with whoever set up this network! *whack* *bzzt* Ah, better. What is it about this planet that makes wireless connections so unreliable? Happily the fleet flagship makes an admirable orbital booster station, among its many other virtues. *approving half-smile* Though why all this effort merely to participate in a human-run discussion board, I wish I knew. Still, if hidden_watcher thinks it worth his while, then I suppose I should keep tabs on it. Over and out, ~Cyclonus~ (11 Comments |Comment on this)