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[unnailignment]

[You know how usually someone wakes at the altar of the temple they’re at, confused about their location? Not this one. Yeah, apparently he’s one of the few who actually listen to the acolytes. There's no sense in repeating what seemed to be a firm answer, so he'll just roll with the punches. There's a click of the video feed as it shows Metalhawk's face, a bit intrigued by the new addition of the Link.

With the glisten of Prima's temple in the background.]

I’m alive.

[He honestly couldn’t believe it. He felt the gun hit his body, the energy hitting his spark and causing immeasurable pain. By all accounts, he should be more than dead right now. He won’t even remark on his missing arm. It doesn’t matter right now.]

So this is not some form of the afterlife, but rather an alternate version of Cybertron. And from the looks of it, rather primitive.

Bumblebee, are you there? Any of the Unaligned?

[And then, his voice lowers, almost dangerously.]

And Starscream. If you’re there, I seek council with you as well.

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You are trying to tell me that you are attempting to fix what's been done. Can you really fix something like that, Megatron? Your presence alone is enough to upset the peace, much like the Autobots.

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What do you mean 'too late'? You are the Megatron of my universe, right?

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[megaton]

'Fix' is a very arbitrary word, but it is close enough. Let us say that I am attempting to make certain the problems of the future do not need fixing.

A four-million year war is a waste of resources.

[No. If he went back, he was going to make certain that the war was over much, MUCH faster than that.]

Mmmm yes. Yes, I am.

I am the Megatron who, yesterday, burned Kaon to the ground.

[Granted, that 'yesterday' had been three years ago now, but it still felt so real...]

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[unnailignment]

[Huh. You're a lot more...negotiable than he thought previously. Although, given what he's just come from, it's still heavily guarded.]

And a waste of Cybertronian life. All wars seem to emphasis the word 'waste'.

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So you are from a time previous to where I am.

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[megaton]

I'd consider life to be a very precious resource.

[He couldn't win a war without warm mechanical bodies, after all. And, well. Somewhere out there he does have friends. When they aren't busy dying to either Autobots or dimensional tears.]

Now you're on the right datatrack. I've learned plenty about the future of our world...and I intend to take what I know back with me.

[His smirk might not make that the most comforting of prospects, but he is certainly more educated on his follies now. He's more willing to listen at the least.]

I would welcome your suggestions.

[video]

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...

[There's an almost unsure shifting of his feet as he looks out at the layout of Prima's land, thinking this over.]

Perhaps a council sometime, then.

[video]

[megaton]

Indeed. A council would be wise.

Especially as you'll likely be a guest of this Haven for some time.

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[unnailignment]

So it appears.

Contact me when you would like this 'council'. I'll hear you out, at least.


[And maybe bring an escort. With a big gun.]