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re_alignment2012-11-06 07:29 pm
megaton) wrote in re_alignment2012-11-06 07:29 pm
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[Broadcasting from the tallest peak he can find in the junk pile.]
[Someone has been through this before. Someone knows this drill. Someone has worked very, very hard to finally make it back to his Cybertron, only to find it all wrong. Again.
Someone probably has destroyed a few piles of junk in their anger.
However, someone also has paid attention to the communications on the network, and has ventured to the 'temples' that were mentioned, and has found them locked against him.
This someone is not surprised.]
Listen closely, and listen well.
[It is time to act. The feed opens with a closeup on Megatron's faceplates, optics blazing red, the scant remnants of gladiator paint still burned onto the metal.]
This is not where we belong, and I am done with this.
I am done with waking up to see an unfamiliar sun obscuring all-too-familiar stars. I am done with strangers being cast from world to world. I am done with mechs-who-would-be-gods so graciously patronizing us by allowing us to remain while simultaneously enforcing unethical segregation and I am done, finally, with the thwarting of destinies that I and my allies have slaved, toiled, and died to create.
You can listen to those who make the rules here if you desire to. I have heard a song like theirs, before.
Or.
[He flashes, briefly, a datapad that seems to have some sort of schematic on it--a schematic that looks (to those who are familiar with them) like a complicated space bridge.]
If you are 'done' as I am, you can help me.
I am Megatron, and I will deliver anyone that joins me to their rightful homes.
[A single, pointed tooth is visible in the smirk that finally dawns on his face. His interdimensional portal had only worked, once, but with the right mechs he would see it to completion again. Immediately.]
I guarantee it.
~~~~~
Someone probably has destroyed a few piles of junk in their anger.
However, someone also has paid attention to the communications on the network, and has ventured to the 'temples' that were mentioned, and has found them locked against him.
This someone is not surprised.]
Listen closely, and listen well.
[It is time to act. The feed opens with a closeup on Megatron's faceplates, optics blazing red, the scant remnants of gladiator paint still burned onto the metal.]
This is not where we belong, and I am done with this.
I am done with waking up to see an unfamiliar sun obscuring all-too-familiar stars. I am done with strangers being cast from world to world. I am done with mechs-who-would-be-gods so graciously patronizing us by allowing us to remain while simultaneously enforcing unethical segregation and I am done, finally, with the thwarting of destinies that I and my allies have slaved, toiled, and died to create.
You can listen to those who make the rules here if you desire to. I have heard a song like theirs, before.
Or.
[He flashes, briefly, a datapad that seems to have some sort of schematic on it--a schematic that looks (to those who are familiar with them) like a complicated space bridge.]
If you are 'done' as I am, you can help me.
I am Megatron, and I will deliver anyone that joins me to their rightful homes.
[A single, pointed tooth is visible in the smirk that finally dawns on his face. His interdimensional portal had only worked, once, but with the right mechs he would see it to completion again. Immediately.]
I guarantee it.
~~~~~
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[Knowing there was more than one was useful information, enough.]
I'm not the only one guilty of that, last I checked. Have you been putting it in your fine print?
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...I never forgot what I did. You. You can't use that against me.
[Haha no, he. Still feels ugly guilty about it, even if he's pretty sure he shouldn't.]
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[And he knows what it is to be separated from one's confidants, as well.]
You may have come to terms with it, but have your new acquaintances?
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I never infected my friends with a fraggin' virus and felt nothing about it!
[Soundwave huffs furiously.] ...They. Didn't have to know. Didn't see how it made a difference.
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It should come as no surprise to you that sometimes we must do unfortunate things for the greater benefit. [And he certainly considers the portal to be of the utmost benefit. Always.]
So they don't know.
It is possible I would be willing to let it remain that way. [If.]
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There was no benefit for everyone who suffered. You shouldn't have to win through cruelty; that cheapens the victory.
... [Soundwave visibly cringes. Mask off, and he can't hide a slagging thing.] What do you want?
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Can you say it has been any better here?
[He laughs.] Soundwave, you should see what 'cruelties' the Autobots of my world had committed, long before my spark was a glimmer of electricity. Perhaps they haven't been truthful with you, either.
Perhaps we should start anew.
[This is as close to a truce as he can offer.]
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Good and bad can happen on both sides. I've experienced it. Seen it. Had friends on both. You can't start that "cruel Autobot" scrap with me of all mechs.
...You'd be willing to start over. After everything we both did?
[Locked]
It is precisely because of who you are that I know you'll understand how impossible it can be to avoid unpleasantries. In war, and out.
What has been done has been done. I don't desire you interfering with my work, and I am certain you don't desire those unpleasantries to come to light. We can both benefit from this arrangement. [He even locks this. How...nice.]
[Locked]
...That depends on if your work's gonna hurt anyone here, Magnum. Tell me what's up.
[Locked]
[Not without significantly better research or odds next time. His Soundwave had refused to talk to him for weeks. He'd...deserved that.]
The truth, Soundwave?
I want to go home. [He wanted it more than anything, after so long trying.] I want to be somewhere familiar again, to continue what I started and to overthrow the corruption and prejudice inherent in my world.
I want to finish my life. [His fists clench, the clearest sign of the emotion this sparks in him.]
[Locked]
... [Soundwave sighs heavily and tugs at his headband, looking away from the screen for a moment.] That's your right.
But. I'm gonna make this clear, Megatron. First sign that you put an innocent at risk for your goal? I'll stop you. Even if that means you're gonna tell everyone what I did. Keep that in mind.
[Locked]
You, at least, only accuse me of atrocities I've actually committed. [He laughs, because it's ironic now as ever that one of the few mechs that understands him is one he'd like to rip limb from limb. That, however, will come later.]
I believe that is a fair compromise. After all, this is a new world is it not? Shouldn't what happened before mean nothing? [It didn't in Axiom. Unless you were him. Or Prime. And even then, the rules still did not apply.]
[Locked]
Like t'think that I know what I mean. I don't exaggerate, Magnum.
So what happened before wouldn't mean anything to you if we played with the clean slate idea.
[Locked]
But it might explain why I'm loathe to extend the hand of friendship. It has a habit of being shoved into a blender.
[He raises one eyebrow ridge.]
I will never forget what happened before. However, I do not seek to act upon it. You might say that you're...inconsequential, next to the very real possibility of going home.
And just as you will interfere should I go after anyone--be aware that anyone getting in my way will be dealt with as well.
I even hear there are legal channels for such things. Even if your local law enforcement are badgering me already for merely making this post. I see they are fair and just toward Decepticons.
[Locked]
[He exhales slowly.]
Well. I wouldn't expect you to forget it, dude. [Or being forgiven. He's still furious with Megatron, but he accepts any and all blame for what was done.] Just remember where I stand.
...The people here, they. [Soundwave touches his hand to his own windshield with a wince, looking something like abashed.] They're adjustin' to Decepticons. They need the patience.
[Locked]
[It's also foolish. But you're the one who will be injured by it...as it seems may have already happened.] We are both on the same datapad, then. I will not interfere with you, and you will not interfere with me.
[That eyebrow ridge is raising further.]
...
It...hurts. Doesn't it. That particular brand of prejudice?
[Locked]
[Soundwave lifts one shoulder to shrug.] Doesn't mean I'll turn a blind eye. But yeah, I'll keep out.
[The communications expert frowns deeply, shutting his mask.]
Yeah. But I can't react with anger. Just makes it worse.
[Locked]
There is another option, of course.
You could help me.
[Which would be difficult for both of them, but unless his own Soundwave stepped forward he was at a distinct disadvantage.]
Given your particular talents, your emotional state could be...damaging...to both your cause and to those around you. That is the reason, I suspect, that mine avoided his emotions at all costs. [He wonders what you'd have been like, if that had been your path.]
[Locked]
[Soundwave has always seen impressive, charismatic qualities in Magnum. He'd tolerated a lot. But he hadn't actually felt betrayed or furious until the virus came into play. He felt he needed to do something.
Then things just. Got out of hand.]
Fff. You'd want my help?
My emotions make me what I am, dude. Morale officer first, communications second. Makes it easy to empathize an' not steal jet kids. [He tried to tolerate his alternate. It was hard.
All of them.]
'Sides, I don't have the expertise to help you with the device. I ain't a scientist. Whaddaya want a communications dude for?
[Locked]
Inverse or not, that makes you one hundred percent preferable. [Besides, you're trusting. He might need someone he can sacrifice, later, and watching that be you would give him no small amount of pleasure.]
He cared for his cassettes as much as you do. [Megatron won't say that it was at his insistence Soundwave captured Jetstorm. That would defeat the point of this parley.]
Your work is important. You can see broadcasts that I cannot. I am sure I don't need to tell you how useful it would be to know if someone was planning on sabotaging my work?
[Locked]
[For what it was worth.]
I don't doubt that, but I think our methods didn't mesh. Like, at all.
...All right. I won't construct, but I can be yer eyes and ears and whatever.
[Locked]
No. You are right in that.
[Still, he nods.] I appreciate the assistance. The sooner I am done--the sooner we'll be rid of each other.
For good.
[Locked]
Time an' place is all I need.
[Locked]
Unless you want to meet in person?
[Locked]
[Locked]