Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2020 6:40:29 GMT
Against the judgement of his lieutenants, especially Deathsaurus, Galvatron had decided to make a trek to Cybertron for the first time in centuries. In fact, he even went so far as to leave behind his fusion cannon and his axe to blend in a bit better. Few, if any, would recognize him or immediately think him a threat other than his size alone.
For all anyone knew he was just an incredibly tall, bulky Decepticon our on the town.
As it were, Galvatron had been drawn to the city most well-known for its technological marvels, that being Praxus. If he were to learn anything of the modern world it seemed the best place to start. After all, he had spent countless years beneath the surface of Cybertron, lost to time and unknowing of the ever changing world above until Ratbat caught him up to speed. Now here he was, casually moving along the sidewalk, taking in the city he had never known to exist until now and ignoring the gawking sent his way. His optics were fixated on the unusual architecture, some resembling normal buildings and others having hovering towers, unusual decoration, and others a most unique shape based on aesthetic. It was...odd to say the least, and Galvatron had never felt more out of place.
‘The world use to be so simple, now it feels like an entirely alien planet.’ The Decepticon leaders pondered how quickly things had changed. He honestly had no idea where to start, scanning the area with his optics for a moment to get some idea. But the hustle and bustle of so many Cybertronians wasn’t much of a help either. Compared to the time of the Primes, the planet was more lively and full of busier lives. He still recalled when only handfuls of Cybertronians existed and had been in thirteen different tribes. He longed missed those days.
Sighing softly, the large silver and purple mech decided to make his way towards the nearest museum, figuring it would be a start somewhere.
For all anyone knew he was just an incredibly tall, bulky Decepticon our on the town.
As it were, Galvatron had been drawn to the city most well-known for its technological marvels, that being Praxus. If he were to learn anything of the modern world it seemed the best place to start. After all, he had spent countless years beneath the surface of Cybertron, lost to time and unknowing of the ever changing world above until Ratbat caught him up to speed. Now here he was, casually moving along the sidewalk, taking in the city he had never known to exist until now and ignoring the gawking sent his way. His optics were fixated on the unusual architecture, some resembling normal buildings and others having hovering towers, unusual decoration, and others a most unique shape based on aesthetic. It was...odd to say the least, and Galvatron had never felt more out of place.
‘The world use to be so simple, now it feels like an entirely alien planet.’ The Decepticon leaders pondered how quickly things had changed. He honestly had no idea where to start, scanning the area with his optics for a moment to get some idea. But the hustle and bustle of so many Cybertronians wasn’t much of a help either. Compared to the time of the Primes, the planet was more lively and full of busier lives. He still recalled when only handfuls of Cybertronians existed and had been in thirteen different tribes. He longed missed those days.
Sighing softly, the large silver and purple mech decided to make his way towards the nearest museum, figuring it would be a start somewhere.