[Broadcasting from the tallest peak he can find in the junk pile.]

[megaton]

[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.

~~~~~

Comments

[neonmedic]

I was on Earth, yes.

[megaton]

And were you winning?

[The important part.]

[neonmedic]

Against the humans or the Decepticons? Before I arrived here, a human defeated the Megatron from my world. So I would say we won against the Decepticons.

[megaton]

...

...

A human?

[Seriously, what is it with Earth and Decepticons?] And were you planning to return to Cybertron?

[neonmedic]

We had no way of bringing it back to life. It was best to stay and protect Earth until our time was up.

[Humans really don't like evil giant robots blowing the joint up.]

[megaton]

[He frowns.]

So Barricade was right.

No wonder he had no interest in returning.

[neonmedic]

There wasn't anything left but ghosts and shards. Who would want to rule that world?

[megaton]

It is Cybertron, Ratchet.

Surely something could be done to fix it.

[neonmedic]

Not without a lot more resources that are easily available.

[megaton]

Resources can be found, in time.

Or did you agree with the decision?

[neonmedic]

I prefer not to take resources from those who are using them. There would be other worlds not inhabited by sentient life to use for purposes.

[megaton]

I could...understand that.

[Earth. It was always a curse.]

Perhaps, in time, you will make use of that idea then.