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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.
~~~~~
[Video/Locked]
[It was a change in topic, yes, but Wing at least seemed to understand what his intentions were. He did not feel the need to dwell on them further.]
I know of Crystal City. [That smirk. It's back.] I know the coordinates, too. A Neutral haven, preserving Cybertron's history and culture. Someplace you feel very protective toward. [He practically purrs the last part, paying particular attention to the way those panels of Wing's move.]
Where you met Drift.
He's worried about you, you know. [The smirk vanishes.] He believes you might try what your counterpart tried, and he knows it would succeed. [Is that a small bit of longing in his expression? It might be. It vanishes quickly, however.]
[Video/Locked]
I fear...there is a quiet conflict here that is greater than all of us, yet we are caught in its midst. You already know this world is new. Primus has not yet claimed it. The Firstforged prepare for his arrival, for the beginnings of native life. But there is a contender: Unicron. The Badlands, the Calling, the Lambda are all his work. We're all here thanks to his chaotic influence. The Firstforged attempt to shelter us as best they can. You, and the rest of the newest arrivals, came directly after one of Unicron's incursions. It's made them wary.
[His mouth presses in a flat line. It's not a situation he likes, unseen enemies and unknown theology.]
I will help you with your portal Megatron. People don't deserve to be caught in this god-war, however subtle it is, especially the non-Cybertronians. I know that you'll pursue it and I won't have the populace divided, nor conflict over where tools and materials are used. It's in the best interests of everyone to work together.
[The references to Crystal city make him tense, unsettled, which he unsuccessfully tries to hide.] With the war concluded, Theophany's location is no longer secret.
[There's a flicker in his optics at Drift's name.]
You know a great deal. This...counterpart of mine trusted you with a great deal of information. [It's actually a question masquerading as a statement. And there's a twitch of an optic ridge at that expression...] What is it that my counterpart tried?
[Video/Locked]
Immediately.
[And to that...he inclines his head.] Which is why I appreciate your cooperation.
Now, and before.
[It is with regret that it has not endured. However, he may yet have the opportunity to sway this Knight again. It's being offered to him, even now.]
His trust was not easily given...but that was part of the arrangement. I did not want him to trust me, completely. [His smile bears a pointed fang.] I needed someone who was unafraid to tell me when I'd overstepped my bounds.
He knew that returning to his world would lead only to death, so he agreed to return with me to mine, instead.
To save Cybertron.
[Video/Locked]
[He nods.]
I will speak to the scientists and engineers I know, but they will need more than words to be convinced. Can you furnish plans for said portal, something I can bring to them? If they agree and verify the plausibility of the project, then I'll speak to the other authorities here in an effort to get full sanction.
[He may be tempted to take you on your word Megatron, but the others will definitely not.]
Arrangement? [They're like bread crumbs, laid out for him to follow. He knows it, but what other options does he have other than to take, and go where they lead?] I'd say you chose well then.
I have no desire to return myself, I have purpose here.
[But...that notion gives him pause.]
.....how, exactly?
[Video/Locked]
[A copy of his schematic is forwarded. It seems complete enough, though there have been many edits made at many dates by many people. It has been an ongoing project for a long time.]
Indeed, I would appreciate the assistance. [See, he's trying? Trying to be nice.] From anyone.
A purpose is a noble thing to have, Knight. [In fact, his words are softer overall...more breadcrumbs, perhaps, or merely nostalgia.] Yours had been to keep me on the path that I had set.
To prevent me from straying, as all Megatrons eventually do. To show me ways I can be merciful, or tell me when I should say 'please.' [A bit of a smirk, since in some ways you have even done this for him, here.]
It seems I will have to police myself, this time.
A pity.
You were so very...good...at it.
[Video/Locked]
[Wing examines the schematics. He's no engineer but they certainly look legitimate enough.] Thank you. I will see to this as soon as possible.
With a purpose we are driven, we move ourselves and the things around us. Without one, we are subject to the flow, and it moves us. [His own words soften, because Wing has been both in his life.]
[The emphasis on good is not lost on Wing, though he doesn't want to know all the contexts in which it applies. Except that he does.]
So you chose a Knight as you moral keeper? Interesting. [He muses.] How would your forces take that I wonder?
[The picture has been forming in his mind: what if Megatron returns. Wing doesn't like it much, though he understands his counterpart's choice. But it's complicated for him. He has duty here, and... commitments.]
And... In this Axiom. Was Drift there?
[Video/Locked]
[However, he doesn't intend to wait on any committees to begin. He's impatient for this, and he keeps hearing dark whispers about these lack of Glyphs.]
Few learn that in a lifetime. Few realize what work it is to wrangle destiny, and steer it as they wish.
Few want to.
[He laughs.] But what is so strange about choosing a Knight? You know how to fight, Wing, and you know when to fight. If my mechs have an issue with that they can take it up with me. [A thumb points to the center of his torso.]
I doubt they would, however. Our end goal is equality. Peace. Strength. [He'd see to that. He'd enforce that.] Do those sound familiar?
[The next question makes more sense, at least.] He was. Briefly.
[Video/Locked]
[Wing is...eager to begin. His impatience is tempered with understandable caution.]
Most lack not the ability but the perspective to learn it. It's always there in front of us, but takes a broad view of life to see it.
Not strange, more...novel, unexpected. [He admits it has a certain poetry to it. If only that counted for something in the end.] It's not so much that they'd voice it, but that, for one who rules through strength and superiority, sowing deference to another might be seen as a sign of weakness...?
Equality and peace yes, but strength is a tool. The means, not the ends.
....briefly? [That's not ominous.] What happened?
[Video/Locked]
I'll be returning through a portal with new warriors at my side who hail from the future. I hardly think that can be seen as weak, unless you intend to spend all day talking about whatever polish it is that's keeping you so gleaming.
[Don't mind him. He actually likes the gleam, not that he'd ever say so. It's much more fun to get a mech dirty when they're already clean...]
Strength is a goal, Wing, through which we can furnish and protect our world. It's what we make it to be.
[It was an easy goal to set, as well--to get stronger. To gain power. To better oneself.]
He was one of the lucky few who was able to return to their home. [That is all.]
[Video/Locked]
[Maintaining a reputation whe you're at you best is easy though, it's when you're not, when people start looking for flaws to exploit, that concerns him. Wing doubts he could stay removed from Decpticon internal politics.]
[But there's an ironic question, who would buff his wing panels for him? Who to trust? It's an odd notion considering the same question held such different connotations in Crystal City.]
Strength also tends to demand its use, what do you do when it's use is not necessary? And when you rule by it, it often demands to be proven. How do you accomplish that with moderation and restraint? [He shakes his head.] That philosophy lays the supporting foundation for so many of the things that destroyed our world.
On its own strength does not harm, but if it not humbled by its power and tempered by patience, it's easy to misuse.
[Video/Locked]
We Decepticons have a common goal, right now. We have a common purpose.
Our strength will show in how we progress.
[He was not the wave, merely the conduit that directed its path.]
There are other ways to have strength than merely being powerful, after all. Words, for instance...which you know well.
You ask good questions, Wing. Have you never considered the effect your words could have to crowds willing to listen?
[Video/Locked]
I'm certain it will. But even if you must put limitations on it?
[When one creates a force and then lets it lose, one must also realize they give up all but the most basic ability to control it.]
This is true, though strength starts to become a metaphor for other things at that point. In which case...we're talking semantics.
[He flashes a brief grin.] And you answered few of them. [A handy redirection.] Yes. When times have required it, I have done so. [During their exodus from Cybertron, the beginnings of Crystal City and even here on an occasion or two. But always his words were meant to act as a balm to ease the masses, not drive them to action.]
[Video/Locked]
Limitations.
I can agree to that, as I once did. I do not want to destroy...everything.
[He didn't. He was not nearly that jaded, yet.]
Perhaps you will permit me to discuss your words with you, then. There may yet be a solution...
...and if you do not intend to return with me, then I do intend to take what knowledge I can from you, first.
[And now the bait.] We could meet somewhere public, and enjoy dinner.
[Video/Locked]
But it's one thing to say it, to know that it's necessary, and another to hold to it when pressed. And pressed hard. The Senate, the Autobots, the war, will do this.
Escalation is easy when it comes in small steps. You loose ground on your own values every time you concede them, even a little, just to win.
[If only it could stay that way... but could Wing prevent it all on his own? Was it even preventable?]
I hold hope for any solution until it's exhausted.
...but I have not yet decided whether to stay or to go. There are many factors, including equally compelling duties I have here. [And...Drift.]
[But this gives him an idea.] If you want to continue trying to convince in person, that can be arranged. Regardless of what I decide, I can at least begin to impart the knowledge and wisdom that I have.
[Video/Locked]
But isn't the option to try better than naught?
[He wants to actually manage to achieve the goals he sets out with, after all.]
I would have expected no less from you. You did hold strong with having a purpose. With making a difference.
It would still be a shame for you to say goodbye to Drift, however. [Since the other has as much said he will come.]
Is the Hub establishment usually open?
[Video/Locked]
Our world needed change. I will make no argument in that. But...how do we know where things went wrong?
[The chain of events is powerfully large.]
I'm not the only one who wants to make a difference. [Drift had even better reasons to want it.]
I...admit I am loathe to be separated from him. [He doesn't even want to think about it really. He doesn't have to choose yet, right?]
It is. I think that would suit fine. Why not this evening then?
[Video/Locked]
[It's why he's asking you. And Drift. And...everyone.]
I can see why. He thinks much of you. [Granted, Drift might have sacrificed himself for anyone simply to prove a point--but the way he reacted to Megatron talking about Wing, in particular, was interesting.]
Which is why I believe you would be better served returning with me, together. You can provide the moral compass, and he the...ah...intimate memories of what occurred.
[He makes sure the word 'intimate' is as rich and dark as possible.]
This evening shall do well. [A lovely thing to say right after that 'intimate.']