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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.
~~~~~
[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.
[Locked]
Well they do tell me that my depth-perception is uniquely misaligned!
But... thank you that really means a lot to me, sir.
[Locked]
[Because before seemed like a bad idea.]
[Locked]
[Locked]
Perhaps there is something unique that you can do with it, then.
[Trying to think positive can be hard, sometimes.]