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[This begins so simply, with Megatron, in a cave, standing in front of the beginnings of the interdimensional space bridge he and his allies had been working on. There is a foundation, already constructed. There is even a power source in the form of a lovely generator nearby.]

If you believe I would let something as meaningless as a glyph keep me from my goals, you are mistaken.

I will continue.

Nothing will keep me from going home.

[He's going to do this. If he has some small headache, that means nothing. This won't stop him.]

There are only a few pieces more that are needed.

[A list scrolls, detailing parts that aren't assembled yet.] If anyone has access to these, I will be coming for them.

We are not finished.

Not yet.

[This is the only hope that he can give. For others...and for himself.]

((OOC NOTE: Megs will be patrolling the Haven while he responds to any replies. If you wish to have him run into you (as he begins to go Glyphless mad) then just put [Action] in your title! He will likely start out okay and then suddenly attack.))

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[Drift would be back, Wing just had to be...patient. He had to have Faith. In the meantime, things were falling apart left and right. He can barely keep up with it all, half of him numb as he is, but this...he has a hard time turning away from.]

Megatron...are you that close? To finishing?

Many of the parts have been assembled. [He gestures to a pile behind him, next to the base.]

But, frankly...

No. I am not.

[It is an aggravation, but it will not prevent him from continuing.] It would go faster with more hands.

Do you think...there's still time?

[What can more hands accomplish if some of them go slowly insane?]

Until I am dead, there is time.

[Dead, or insane.]

Where are you?

There's so much left to do... And Jetfire has concerns about the Lambda.

[Neither is preferable, but they've not the luxury of that as an option.]

Right now? At the bar, in the storeroom taking inventory.

Do you need me, can I help? [It's a multi-layer question.]

We will have to deal with those concerns as they arise, and if not...

[He frowns.]

Then Jetfire will have to deal with the concerns after my death.

Until then...

Yes.

I am journeying down to the Junk pile, now, to find the last of the parts I need. If you can ferry what I find back up to the portal, then...

[He loses his train of thought this time, and shakes his head, pressing a hand to it.] I don't...

[He nods.]

My only hope is that it doesn't interfere in a...harmful manner. [Who knows what could happen?]

That I can do. [They've several good sized crates and even a makeshift cart or two they used for scavenging for food supplies and alcohol, any of which he could likely abscond with temporarily.]

Megatron? [His voice is firm, but with a lilt of concern.] You don't...?

Yes.

[He does not agree or disagree, you simply get a yes. He does hope it won't cause harm, but if he had to chose between harm and insanity, he knows what he'll pick.]

[At his name, his optics refocus, and glance to Wing.] I don't...

I don't know. [He growls.] It will be alright. Meet me in the junk pile.

[He gives the larger mech a peculiar look before continuing.]

All right. [He nods.] Rendezvous coordinates? You know I can get there...fast.

I know.

[And...strangely...the feed just cuts. Something has definitely gone wrong.]

[Wing is certainly not the type to leave well enough alone, especially when he senses something is wrong, so he makes haste towards the junk pile. Hopefully, being the larger mech that he is, Megatron won't be too hard to find from the air.]

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