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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Which I will humbly admit is true.
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I have an engineer building it, but it may need some adjusting which you might be capable of.
Especially if you have any other science friends you might be able to bring along?
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... With the exception of you of course.
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[And he'll whack you later when he finds out Jetfire is around.]
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[For now since he's playing nice!]
Unless you really need to take direction from me.
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I'm not your Megatron, in this case.
But I believe we can still work together.
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But in anycase, I'll take a look. When do you want me to get back with you?
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[It isn't makeup.]
Three days. I will check in if you don't. [Which would be bad for everyone.]
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[At least he doesn't notice a lot of glowing lights or anything
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And three days: got it.
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[Axiom's arena was much kinder.]
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Why?
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[Because he'd really like to know if he should expect insanity.]
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Very similar.
Gladiatorial pits. Fighting against a corrupted regime. Wars that slowly turn Cybertron into a resource-less husk.
General mistreatment of Starscreams.
I'm sure you're familiar.
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What sort of mistreatment are you talking about?
[Starscream obviously focuses on the important things; what happens to him. Or at least his alternate. Same thing.]
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[He laughs.]
Nothing, yet.
Although on yours, I remember something about...fish. With teeth? [He was sure Starscream had mentioned that at one point, though he couldn't remember if it had been said to him directly or relayed through Soundwave.]
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I suppose this would be the wrong time to ask if you've thought about doing anything psychotic lately.
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[Oh man. Oh man, when Megs goes crazy can he set fish on Starscream?]
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[If Megatron doesn't, I will be so disappointed.]
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Unless you plan on getting in the way of that, Starscream?
I believe I can keep the psychosis to a minimum.
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Because that is a very good incentive for me to help.
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[He laughs.]
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