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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.
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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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[He sends his coordinates, more than eager to see a familiar face.] I don't suppose you know a place for a good spar or a drink? Or both? Preferably at the same time?
My last experience with Blackout was that he vanished through the completed portal, only to be replaced by a human. [He growls.] A very pesky human. [Who might have made off with his portal schematics. It was good he had a copy.]
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A drink and a spar, huh? Well, there's always Wing's bar; mostly finished. Though sparring could likely be done anywhere. It's rather free-range here~ I'll take you there. [Once he catches up to you, which he's doing presently.]
You say that like the non-pesky variety are widely available. Hope you got a chance the rough the fella up at least once. [Its always worth it to scare the pants off the annoying ones. Or at least slap them into car hoods.]
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I'll make certain to buy you a drink. [Which means this is the first time he's looking around for something valuable to snag. Sorry, Dirge.]
Oh, I did. And if I find him again he'll be more than roughed up. [Big treads are very good for squashing. That hadn't been legal in Axiom, but the law force here seems to be significantly lessened.]
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Mm, how sweet of you, sparrow. [Not really, but they both know already, he's sure.] Chattin' is usually easier over a cube or two anyway.
Glad to hear it. Send me video if it happens; bee a while since I saw a good squashing. [Or vaporizing. Or exploding. Or...]
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Send me coordinates to the bar and I shall meet you there afterward.
We can talk.
About everything.
[Because he missed you. It's as close as he can come to saying that.]
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We'll catch up on things later, then.
[Coordinates sent.]
And we have so much to catch up on.
[He's the same way, really.]
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Likely not nearly as pleasant as what is to come later. [He's looking forward to it. He'll meet you at the bar.]
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