MegaTRON like Electron (
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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]
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.']