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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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No. I doubt the Glyphless are it. And considering what I've seen... I have a good idea of what it might be. Which is even more reason t'avoid it.

[As if Convoy and Ramjet hadn't all but told him. Barricade still has a hard time believing it.]

Now you're just flattering me, Sparrow.

Tell me more, Barricade. I can't imagine why you'd hold back, now.

[He needs as much information as he can get.]

Only a little. When I return triumphant, then you shall see my true colors.

Because I still ain't sure how much of it I can believe. I think... I think it's Unicron. Some part of him. Based on intel I got from a couple Glyphless I knew, one of whom was someone I trusted with my life.

[Considering how few people Barricade has trusted like that...]

Then I'll await your return with great interest.

Unicron.

He was a chaos-god, wasn't he?

[Megatron only remembers what he learned in Axiom, and he knows that information is suspect.]

I believe I'm due a victory.

He was. Or is. They call him the Destroyer. I've seen - and felt - some of what a couple of his subordinates can do, and it isn't pretty.

[Barricade had nearly died, in fact. Even if it was his own fault that it happened.]

I won't deny that. I hope you can achieve one.

You've felt it.

Does it feel similar?

[They'd defeated Unicron in Axiom. He remembers that much. The how of it was...vague, however. Something about a Mix rate? A Mate rack?]

[...wait.]

The first was more... physically tearing me apart. To be frank.

But the sensation in here- [He pauses, tapping his chest plate to indicate.] -when I met the second was similar. Something vastly wrong in the universe.

...

Then perhaps my mission is futile.

[He's not so insane as to attack a god. Not without the right tools.]

But I may at least be able to confirm. If the Badlands and the Lambda both are Unicrons doing...then...affecting one might affect another.

[There might actually be a way home.]

I couldn't say if it would or not. But if it could... well. It'd be a start.

Even getting some kind of direct confirmation could be of use. Just don't metaphorically come back on your shield trying to get it.
I'm good, but I'm not actually a miracle-worker.

[Resurrection is not one of his skills.]

In other words...I can push my luck, but I shouldn't strain it.

At least not yet.

[He laughs.]

Do make an attempt, at least.

I'd feel so much better if you did~

[He flashes a grin.]

It would be best to save my proverbial death for a more worthy cause.

I believe we can make this work without it.

[What a grin that is!]

Until then, Barricade, I will simply keep your luck.

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