[Open][Video; At the edge of the Haven, slight static]

[megaton]

[So he'd made it. He'd made it, he was alive, and he was still here. He could see the distant temples from the mountain he stood on, some ancient and run-down building in ruins behind him. Despite the dilapidation, there is a very new 'STARSCREAM FOR OVERSEER' poster tacked onto the wall within his view...the perfect place for a high-flying, far-ranging jet to test out non-permanent adhesives without anyone noticing.]

So.

[He begins by reaching out, aiming, and completely blasting the wall and accompanying poster.]

Is there anyone who actually intends to vote for Starscream?

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[dinnerdate]

I, uh... Dead End, sir.

[megaton]

[That sounds familiar.]

We met...before, didn't we?

[So many memories from that time were hazy, like he'd imagined them. Some were more clear than he'd have liked.]

[dinnerdate]

When you were here before... yes.

[megaton]

Good.

Then you can tell me how long I have been dead.

[Right now, he'd really like to know.]

[dinnerdate]

How long?

...

Oh...

[He hadn't really paid attention to that. Give him a moment or two.]







...Six months... maybe?

[megaton]

[That confirms what Ventus told him. Megatron frowns.]

Six months.

And has any progress been made on getting off this world?

[dinnerdate]

...No.

[megaton]

[That was somewhat surprising.]

Can you tell me, then...

Does anyone still want to?

[dinnerdate]

I... Well I'm sure some people want to.

[megaton]

But not yourself.

[dinnerdate]

...I. Don't know.

[megaton]

You don't?

Is there anything worth returning to in your world?

[dinnerdate]

[Rung's here and he's not back home. He's not sure what he'd do if given the chance to go back.]

...Everyone wants me dead there. Everyone hates me here too, but...

[megaton]

That sounds like a very large 'but.'

Did you find something to keep you here?

[Megatron is curious what could be good...HERE.]

[dinnerdate]

I, uh... well.

[You can't just tell the leader of the Decepticons that you're dating an Autobot.]

Kind of?

[megaton]

Do go on.

[Of course you can.]

[dinnerdate]

[No, that's like painting a target on your chest. Such behavior is never accepted. As far as he's aware.]

...


Well... I mean there, and uh. It's not...

I uh... found someone...

[megaton]

Did you now.

And what are you doing with them?

[dinnerdate]

What- I, the...

[He's incredibly nervous, could you tell? This isn't something you talk to with the big boss... but you also don't not tell the boss something when he asks. Doesn't matter the universe.]

Relationship... stuff?

[megaton]

[Please, have a stare. A long one.]

...

[Then, he simply laughs.]

Congratulations, Dead End. You have something which most mechs can only aspire to.

Have they been useful to you?

[Because of course there is no other reason to have a relationship.]

[dinnerdate]

...

[Useful? He's not really in the relationship for usefulness, but Rung does let him feed off his energy.]

I guess..?

[megaton]

Not going to get in the way of business, I hope?

[dinnerdate]

I- N-no... Of course not.

[He's going to die. It's going to happen here. He can feel it.]