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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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[ His optics widen abruptly, like he's been struck. ]

No.

[ It's not a denial, but a refusal to the though that Megatron didn't know him. It was inconceivable. It was a mockery all in itself, on top of the situation. Overlord hadn't prepared himself for this. He'd thought long about what he'd do when Megatron finally came but-- he never prepared for this possibility. ]

Do you recall anything of your infiltration protocols?

[Of all the introductions he's made to those from his future and those from other worlds, never has the reaction been so strong. It intrigues him. He's grown much too used to taking the upper-hand, to knowing more than his opponents and using that to his advantage.

Now, he knows something important has been kept from him.]

I have not written any, yet.

[His brow slides down, narrowing his optics, belaying the confusion that he feels.]

What is your designation?

[ Overlord's already reconsidering the situation. This Megatron knows nothing still of the role he designated him as one of his phase sixers. He came before the leash, was youthful, still bore marks of his glorious rise as a gladiator.

Perhaps, there is some other way he can approach this. ]

Overlord.

[Slowly, the smirk spreads.]

There's no humility in that name.

So. Then.

What did you do to deserve the chains?

I don't have the need to be.

[ He shrugs, almost casual. ]

I got bored and decided to play a game, see what the 'police force' and Wreckers here could do.

[ He snorts a small laugh. ]

They performed poorly.

That is a good answer. [He likes it. He likes the confidence displayed. It's been too long since he's had sufficient challenge...]

Did they? [His optics glance pointedly to the restraints.] It seems they were successful, in the end.

[ Overlord looks down at his restraints, regarding them. Yes, they had been successful. ]

I killed four, although one just happened to get under my feet. [ He chuckles at that. Stepping on a mech to death was pretty hilarious to him. ]

Dismembered two others. Went hand to hand with Optimus Prime and Ultra Magnus. It was wonderful. It was gruesome. It wasn't my best work.

I almost didn't care about the cuffs, since in the end I still got what I wanted.

Then you're a mech who likes a challenge.

[He could appreciate that. Going tread to tread with Optimus and ...Ultra Magnus...whoever that was, was impressive.]

And what was it you wanted?

[ That just gets a grin out of him in response. Yeah, he sure is. ]

Hatred. Fear. Self doubt and insecurity. Just the seeds of it, but it will grow.

[ He'll just savor that for a moment with a chuckle. ]

I will admit, it is partially sadism that motivates me, but I take no pleasure in leaving no survivors. With some carefully applied pain, you can warp and manipulate the most 'pure' and self righteous of mechs into a mockery of themselves. There is no such thing as being elevated, better than acts of violence or murder. Press enough pressure points and well-- everyone can be a 'monster'.

[ He shrugs. ]

Pretty sweet to watch. But hey, aside from that, it had been fun while it lasted. Confirmed what I thought, too. Wreckers here are just as unimpressive as anywhere else.

Powerful motivators, all three.

[He's used them all--and been victim to them, as well. The way that Overlord speaks...the words themselves, the way they're said, every part of it reminds him of the Arena. It fills him with excitement and revulsion, both--but that is what it always did. What it was meant to do. He locks this, nevertheless.]

Wreckers are mere Autobots--do with that what you will. [Autobots that tended to have Decepticon sensibilities, he'd noticed, but Autobots nevertheless.]

But why plant your garden, here? What use do you have for this world or the mockery you'd make of it?

Why bother?

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

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