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[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?

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[She gives him a really cold look. The offer is an intriguing one, but it's so undesirable at the same time.]

I suppose they would.

[But Decepticons. Is it worth risking her life over them?]

When did you say you were leaving?

Three days.

Three days, to prepare for a mission that could end up preventing the loss of even more life later.

[He dares you to ask.]

How noble of you.

[Can you hear her disdain?]

I don't see how your mission will help prevent the loss of life.

You don't?

Then I suppose you have a way of preventing those who are called from vanishing off to the badlands?

Or a way to prevent it from sending forth whatever it wants?

And you think gallivanting off into the bad lands will find you those answers?

No.

I think organizing an quest to learn exactly what the badlands are will, however.

We're certainly not going to get those answers by sitting around and waiting for them.

[Red Alert has no confidence in the outcome of this mission.]

...

[There's something out there that makes Red Alert deeply uneasy. Half-memories still plague her, and despite her efforts to ignore them...

She's not about to discuss it with Megatron.]

Whether or not your mission is successful, I will be there.

With your presence, I think it already has a better chance.

[He smirks.]

[She snaps at him, infuriated by his expression.]

Keep your flattery to yourself, I'm not doing this for either you or your mission.

[Wrong person to try to antagonize Red Alert, you should back down.]

[He's surprised at the bite.]

Very well.

I am grateful, either way.

Hmph.

My name is Red Alert, for future reference.

[An introduction. That's something right?]

I'm sure you know that I am Megatron.

[But there it was, in case you did not.]

Are you a pacifist medic, a warrior medic, or a field medic?

[It did help to know if the person you were bringing along refused to fight. Glit did, after all.]

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