[Broadcast--outside of a cave at bleak sunset][actionspam welcome]

[megaton]

[It has been a lunar cycle since he found himself mysteriously resurrected for the second? third? time, and Megatron has spent most of it feeling odd. He refused to take residence in any of the Firstforged's temples, and had returned to his cave in the mountain where the base of his trans-dimensional space bridge had been built...]

[...and then he hadn't known what to do. Every time he'd attempted to return to his universe he'd been shunted onto a different path. Should he try it again, to go home and resume his war? Or was it time for something new?]

Fear.

[He starts, looking off towards the setting sun.]

Fear is something I have heard much about. Fear of the Badlands. Fear of loosing one's friends, lovers, allies, and close connections. Fear of each other. Fear of the Firstforged.

I propose it is time to do something about that fear.

[He wasn't giving up on his space-bridge. Not yet. For now, however, he was going to focus his power on a different task.]

I have decided to embark upon a quest. From what I have been told, the Firstforged have been far from forthcoming on information about this world, about their adversaries, and about our place within it.

I cannot tolerate being left ignorant. Anyone who has information about the badlands, the Firstforged, or their own, personal fears...

[He laughs.]

You are welcome to join me. I'll be leaving to fight my way as close to the badlands as I can get in three days.

I'll share what I learn with those who do the same.

[Megatron closes with coordinates to his cave--an invitation to come speak with him in private before he goes.]

[LOCKED TO DECEPTICONS]

I don't care what your previous universe is. If you bore the mark or went through the ceremony, I want to hear from you. Now. Tell me who your Firstforged is.

[LOCKED TO TARN]

I have a proposal.

[LOCKED TO VEN]

Are you free tomorrow?

Comments

[megaton]

Me? Surely you did not just tell a Megatron no?

[Because that is not good for living.]

[Locked]

You're the second of that alliance, which....given what I know of Alpha Trion....is amusing.

However, that doesn't concern me right now. What concerns me is how willing you are to follow my cause.

[dinnerdate]

I-I didn't say... It's just no one comes back from there...

[LOCKED]
It's amusing?

[He doesn't get it.]

...Uh, what's your cause? Sir.

[megaton]

No one?

Ever?

[Well, leave it to him to pick the impossible.]

It is interesting. He later is an Autobot, if I'm not mistaken.

That doesn't seem to mean much now, however.

My cause is...hm. You'd best prepare yourself for this one.

My cause is to help this world move in the right direction. To prevent the later injustices that will come, and to make sure that Decepticon rights are represented.

By any means necessary.

[dinnerdate]

I don't... think so. No.

[LOCKED]
He is? I'm not- I wouldn't switch sides.

...

And that. The cause isn't just going to change half way through?

[megaton]

I did.

[Granted, he died...but he still came from the Badlands when he resurrected.]

[Locked.]

I shall trust in that, then. Given the course of events...we do have a few million years.

[After which, he snorts--somewhere between derision and amusement.]

Come now, Dead End. I'm not your Megatron. This is what I've wanted....always. And if I cannot return to where I belong to claim it?

Then I'm going to have it here.

[dinnerdate]

Then maybe you shouldn't push your luck.

[LOCKED]
Right... So what's the right direction?

I never really, picked sides back home. I was hired...

[megaton]

Dead End, are you...concerned about me?

[It almost sounded that way.]

[LOCKED]

The right direction is the one in which we're not hunted down because of our alt-modes or our beliefs or our manufacturing location.

Would you prefer to be hired again?

[dinnerdate]

I- uh, what?

[How does he answer this? It feels like if he says no he'll get in trouble, and if he says yes he'll get in trouble.]


[LOCKED]
We're going to be hunted down?

No it's... that's okay. I've already got the brand.

[megaton]

You keep prompting me not to go. I have to wonder why.

[LOCKED]

In my world, before we were Decepticons we were persecuted. Slaughtered. Reprogrammed. Take your pick.

I am to prevent that...and seeing as you've already got the brand, it makes sense to procure your cooperation.

[dinnerdate]

It just doesn't... sound like a good idea.

[LOCKED]
Oh. That's- it would be better if that didn't happen here.

What if my Megatron shows up here? He was here before for a while.

[megaton]

I can take care of myself.

You can remain, of course, but I will expect your cooperation in other matters...[He continues this in the lock.]

[LOCKED]

As a Decepticon, of course.

I am not concerning myself with 'ifs' right now, however. What you do when your Megatron is not present can hardly be held against you when he is.

[LOCKED]

[dinnerdate]

Yes, sir.


...I don't think he'd see it that way.