re_alignment | [Video - At his office in Alpha Trion's Quadrant]

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[Video - At his office in Alpha Trion's Quadrant]

[With everything that had been going on, Rung had been working his hardest to keep tabs on everyone that may need him. Blurr was still one of his priorities, Vandal was another that he was extremely focused on helping, then there was Whirl, Ventus--whom he wanted to make sure was alright whenever he could--and many others that the therapist just found himself worrying about.

So, needless to say, he'd been a little preoccupied as of late.

Considering the mood that had settled over haven as of late because of the Glyphless, Rung hadn't been expecting anything quite like what he got when he stepped out of his office on this particular day, the video clicking on to reveal a soaking wet Rung looking extremely confused as he held the bucket that had been placed above his door, full of water.]

...I'm not..sure what exactly the reasoning behind this was but...anyone care to explain?

[He's not mad, just confused--and tired. Very tired. And he's really, really beginning to dislike water.]

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[Look how fat the bucket situation doesn't matter to Rung as he stares at the video screen for a moment.]

...I..you do?

Let us just say I had plenty of time to think about what went wrong that day.

[If they should have just left, when the small orange mech had been thrown across his and Impactor's table.]

What is your designation?

You think you're going to blackmail me about that, huh?

Am I?

Would you even feel guilty that you'd been about to kill me over this?

[Have a scornful look. ]

You know what? After four fraggin' million years of attrition I gotta say if I could feel guilty about anything?

It would be about not killing you when I had the chance.

You've got another opportunity, any time you'd like.

Yeah, well, Megamoron, you're forgetting something.

We ain't home. Killing you here ain't gonna change scrap back where it matters.

Nice try, though.

So you'll face me when I'm tied up, but not out in the open?

Is that it?

Yeah, sorry to disappoint you, Megafrond, but I'm onto all this time paradox slag. So, not going to get me to slap you down for any sort of altruistic scrap.

However, you want to go a round for old time's sake, I could knock some rust off your bucket head.

How polite.

I would greatly like to see you try. Which Firstforged do you belong to, again? [IE where can he find you?]

Yeah, sorry, I keep the company manners for, you know, non genocides.

Megatronus. Check out this glowy awesomeness. [He will show his glyph. Jealous? Of course.]

I'm sure you save them for slavers and swindlers, then.

[Ah, so that is how Megatronus Prime's Glyph looks.]

And have you managed to break free of your prison?

You know, it was scum like you who made me what I am.

[Yes and it is sexy and you are surely jealous.]

Do I look like I'm in jail right now?

That day?

[Rung frowns a bit as he tries to recall what Megatron might be referring to.]

...Rung.

The day you landed on my table and changed my life.

[He chuckles, darkly.] I don't blame you for getting me arrested, though, no...

...that was Impactor's fault.

It's nice to meet you, Rung.

[Such a strange piece of his past, come out of the woodwork.]

[Ah so that's the moment he was talking about. Rung had never really put it together until now.]

It's nice to meet you as well, I suppose. [He's more...thrown off by all of this than anything, head tilting just a bit.] You are a recent arrival here..right?

I am one of those not marked by this world's gods, yes...but I do not intend to stay long.

When were you dragged here from?

..You plan to try and leave the planet?

[It's not the first time he's heard someone say it but, if anyone could potentially do it..]

Ah...I...was apart of a crew that left Cybertron after it was restarted and...I arrived here after my head was blown off.

I have already contracted mechs to begin construction on my portal, yes.

[To return home! Finally!]

[Wait.]

Cybertron? Restarted?

Your head seems to have gotten better, I note.

I see.

[Rung makes a mental note of that, of course, optics flickering as Megatron questions the restarted bit.]

Yes, something happened during the final battle and the planet was restarted. The rebuilding process has been..difficult but our planet and species survived at least.

Ah..yes. Much.

[Rung, this is the first good news he has heard about his future. Ever.]

It...is not decimated?

[He just...has to confirm.]

And strangely, you survived. This would be incredibly coincidental, if there weren't others who made it when they should not have. [Like Whirl.] So what are you doing with this newfound time, then?

No, not at all. Well--I mean, there's not much on the planet, thus our need to rebuild, but we're surviving and the planet is still there.

[He smiles, just a bit, trying to give the other a bit of hope before his expression melts into a thoughtful one.]

I left the planet with a crew on the ship called The Lost Light, led by Rodimus.

[He's quiet for a while. It's a good thing this is video, otherwise it might seem like he'd left.]

It is habitable, then.

[But it isn't what it was. It had been wiped clean, just as he'd always intended to do...but it had, also, apprently been in the hands of the Autobots. Suddenly, what Whirl had told him made sense.]

Why did you leave, if it was habitable?

[Rung's patient, waiting for the other to speak.]

Yes, it is. We left...because we were in search of the Knights of Cybertron.

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