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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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...I'm sorry it had to come to that.

As am I.

Does this answer your question, at least?

[He gives another nod.]

It does.

Good.

Fortunately, it should take several million years for this world to come to that. You won't have to worry about it much.

It'd be better if it wouldn't come to a war at all.

Do you intend to stay, then, and see that through?

[Props to you, if so.]

I don't know what I'd be able to do about it, and I don't even know how long any of will be here.

There's still a lot I don't understand, and probably never really will, but if there's anything I do know, it's that so long as I'm here, if something happens, I want to try to make things right.

A noble sentiment.

Do you have a definition of 'right' to abide by, then?

Uh...

[He scratches his head.]

Well, I guess after talking with you, my idea of 'right' might not be the same as someone else's. But if there's a way to make things meet in the middle, I'll try to go by whatever way helps everyone the most.

If only it were that simple.

[He remembered when that had been what he'd wanted, too. When he'd believed that words would help.]

I wish you luck, Ven.

[It's true enough. Ventus nods. He knows at the most, he can only try.]

Thanks. And good luck to you, Magnum.

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

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