MegaTRON like Electron (
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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.
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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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But you will do something for me, first.
[Starscream? Cool? Well, there's no accounting for taste...even if the jet did have exceptional style in the air.]
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Oh yes. Yes sir, anything, sir. Lord. Megatron. Sir.
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I have just put a mech named Fulcrum in charge of a project for me. [He considers his audience, and adds the following for effect:] A very important project.
He is going to need mechs capable of searching out and bringing him vital pieces of this project from the junkpile. Do you think you've got an optic for spotting diamonds among trash? [Your country needs you, Misfire.]
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Things that go together. Quite nicely.
[ You ordered one eager-to-please fanbot? ]
Oh yeah I am great at that! Why, you know I found Fulcrum himself! Found him and I mean I was gonna take his fuel pump but he turned out to be alive so I gave it back but yep I sure did find him! And he's like. A diamond. Ish. A very dirty diamond.
Anyways that's kinda my specialty! I'll get on it right away, sir lord sir.
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[Which were two things he had, actually, but had never gotten the hang of using at the same time despite being told--frequently--that such was necessary for flight.]
...
[On the other hand, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to get this one talking.]
If you know him already, then I look forward to the results of your efficiency. I trust you both with this mission.
[Still, he needs to ask.]
Were you...pleased...with the direction of the war?
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[ Probably better not to ask him open-ended questions. ]
Oh we won't disappoint you, sir. I'm glad to have a chance.
[ The question actually silences him for a moment. is that a trick question? ]
Uh. Well. I mean. I... guess I never really got a choice? I was made during the war, as a Decepticon. I've never really thought of the 'direction'. Just that the Autobots were the bad guys.
Um. Wow yeah...
I mean there's always been a war. And you know, it's kinda hard for a grunt like me. Always 'Misfire, don't aim that gun at me' and 'Misfire, I hope you don't have a clip in there'.
So... uh. by the end things got sort of. Convoluted?
[Locked]
[And this was the first con he'd met forged during the war, too. That makes this...interesting. He locks this.]
My intention is to return to the beginning of the war using the portal Fulcrum constructs and win it. Swiftly.
Given that you might not even be created should it go as I intend...would you be interested in returning with me to fight?
[Possibly without a gun, judging by those comments.]
[Locked]
...
Oh. Um.
[ He looks a little antsy. ]
I um. I'd really be honored. I don't know what to say.
But my team... I mean. Krok and. Spin isn't here. I guess that's wacky I could fin them again if we're talking time-travel. Wouldn't that make a paradox? What if I'm my own manufacturer! WHOA! ... No wonder I turned out kinda...
[Locked]
[You're making Blurr look calm, remarkably.]
You aren't required to come. The offer will remain open until the point that I have left, however.
And...
I suppose that is possible.
[Locked]
[ He's just excited, give him time. ]
Well, I'll talk to Fulcrum and Krok. Krok is my commanding officer, I guess you outrank him. I mean, haha. But you know. He worries. So... so there's that.
Hmm. Time paradox... I would like to see that.
[Locked]
[This is the first time he's heard himself referred to as 'laid back.' He'll take it, however. Especially given that his first reaction to coming here was 'I'm going to destroy everything.']
Talk to him, yes. I will need him to help also.
They're really...much less impressive up close. However, it would not hurt to consider what you'd say to your younger self. [He has.]
[Locked]
If you ever meet a guy named 'Tarn'? Just. Just say no.
[ He rubs his helm. ]
Ok.
Ah... I dunno. Maybe 'Don't fail out of the academy three times'?
[ Wow now that he thinks about it he is kind of a... yeah never mind. ]
Sir, can I ask you a question?
[Locked]
Like the city?
[Misfire, someone needs to teach you about the processor/vocalizer filter. Megatron is now staring at you wondering about those failures.]
Of course.
[Locked]
[ Chin in hands. He looks like he's going to ask you something deep. ]
Lord Megatron.
What's your favorite color?
Do you prefer buffing or wax?
What do you dream about when you recharge?
If you were stuck on a planet with one datapad, one type of high grade, and one other person, what would you choose?
[Locked] 1/3
I'll keep an optic out, however.
[He smirks.] And if you come with me, you can point him out.
[It seems like a reasonable idea. A very reasonable idea, in fact...up until the questions.]
[Locked] 2/3
...
[Which are...]
[Locked] 3/3
Misfire, I said 'a' question.
You may chose only one.
[Locked]
Okayyy okay... sorry. I got a little excited, sir. I'm just. So excited. Wow. You're just. You're great. I love you.
Ok answer the last one, then?
[Locked]
...
[Alright. He can work with this.]
A blank one. [To write on.]
Maccaddam's 'under-the-counter' blend. [He missed that.]
And...
[Why must this question be so difficult.]
Optimus Prime.
[Because the fighting would be endless entertainment, which he could write about afterward on his blank datapad.]
[Locked]
My.
GodthatisthebestanswersofalltimeyouaremyheroIcantbelieveitI'mjustIdontevenknowwhattosaytothatit'ssoepicMegatronsometieghgsasfaaaffaaasshahaaaaaaaaahhhh!
YOU'RE SO COOL.
[Locked]
...
[Or for the reason of worship being bestowed upon him. That seemed particular enough.]
I started out simply enough, Misfire.
Proof that any Decepticon can rise and conquer adversity.
[Locked]
To be honest I still can't see why you'd give a guy like me the time of day, but I am not complaining. No complaints here. You have a nice face, also. Has anyone ever told you that? A nice strong face.
[Locked]
We'll need all of our resources to achieve this goal. This is your chance to be noticed for your skills.
...
I'm guessing one of which is sycophancy.
[Locked]
Uh. Well not exactly? I mean that would imply I wasn't sincere. Which I am completely sincere.
[Locked]
[Aww Misfire, you've actually stunned him a bit. In a good way. Give him a moment.]
You're a rare make, Misfire.
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