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[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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Both sides have been guilty of that.

And while I'm not so naive to imagine I could return to my time and save everybody, I can still try to save some. [Mostly Decepticons.] That is my goal.

[He locks this transmission, and forwards the schematic.]

Which means, ironically, trusting the very enemy that I, myself, despise. However, I need all the help that I can get.

I know.

I've been responsible for that, too. Just indirectly.

[Which, though he hated Decepticons for their killig, for the fact that each time he lost a friend it hurt less and less...he's realized he was no better. Creating weapons like Gideon's Glue made him no better than anyone else. Just...more of a coward.]

[He goes quiet for a long moment, flipping through the schematics. He's only partly paying attention, aware he's been addressed, so he looks up after a moment.] Why do you despise us? [It seems a fair question.]

Have you?

[This is a surprise to Megatron, given the mech's personality. However, it makes a degree of sense. Much as he used scientists to great purpose...the Autobots must have done the same.]

You engineered weapons.

[And suddenly, the 'glue' he remembered was much more insidious.]

I believe I made that obvious in my writings.

How Autobots were the enforcers, the perpetrators, the defenders of each atrocity committed against the working class.

It's difficult to come to terms with those who massacred miners for speaking out, wouldn't you say?

...._Yes.

I told you. I might not be much good with, you know...this stuff.

[To Ironfist's credit, he did destroy the glue and the formula. He thought.]

I never massacred anyone. [Even Babu Yar wasn't his fault. It wasn't. Though he still felt, though Aequitas still whispered, that it was.] I just wanted to be an engineer.

It has a trajectory and a power source. You're more qualified than most.

[And think of the weapons you could make using subspace technology! Still. He'll play this game.]

What did you want to be then. Theoretically.

[Well, he can't deny that. ]

[He's figuring more if he works on it he can also work on countermeasures too. Just in case.]

I don't know. I wanted to just...build things. Make things that helped people.

[It just happened to be weapons.]

Then this would be an excellent opportunity.

[He'll go one further, though.]

And if you could go back, to the beginning of the war? Change anything? What would you tell yourself, then?

I'm..uh...but you're Megatron.

[Helping Megatron certainly doesn't immediately strike one as a great idea.]

I....[He doesn't want to talk about that.] It doesn't matter. Because I did what I did.

I'm speaking of the portal.

Consider it community service. The fact that it benefits me as well is trivial.

[Mostly trivial.]

Mmmm...you're sure? I could deliver a message for you. [Pointy-toothed smirk goes here.] Or you could come deliver it yourself.

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

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