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[It was no surprise to him that his time on this new Cybertron was going better than his last three years on an ancient one. Parts for the portal were already being gathered and assembled, nobody was directly threatening to kill him, and he'd passed his schematics out to multiple individuals who had a shot at making it work. With nothing more to do on the project, himself, he'd decided to pursue a little...entertainment, and perhaps secure a bit of additional assistance on the way.]

[Besides, this arena was actually pretty nice.]

It's been almost a decacycle, and though little has changed in how these 'Firstforged' treat us, we've already managed to accomplish enough.

Of course, if we're to become monsters as I've heard claims we will be, then those of you who are marked should get a bit of practice in beforehand, hm?

[Without a further word, a bright purple glow illuminates the screen for a moment as Megatron unsheathes his energon mace from his hand-socket and gives it a whirl.]

I have a meeting with one or two already, so this message is for the rest...

Do you think you have what it takes, to go tread to tread with a Megatron?

[He'll be waiting.]

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This goes double, for you.

[Yes, he knows you are in a prison and all. However, he doesn't suspect that's going to stop you, if the rumors he has heard are true.]

Locked to Barricade and Ambulon

As it helps to be prepared, I could use the assistance of a medic. Willing to lend a hand?

[Although it's phrased as a question, he expects at least one of you to be there. Otherwise, he might get...cranky. You know. If there's no one to patch up the folks he's trying not to kill.]

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Come now, you were a Decepticon.

You know how antsy one can get if left with nothing to do for too long.

[He smirks, glad that you're coming. For a traitor, thus far you aren't bad.]

If anyone dies, then I'm not doing my job right. [The idea was to beat them to within an inch of their life, for now.]

[huff] Then I rely on my hobbies to keep me busy. [He has none, come to think of it.]

I'll be there, and if you've spoken to Barricade, then I hope he comes along as well.

I wasn't thinking about you. [He laughs.] Medics, I assume, would have other pursuits.

Do you?

[It'll be an interesting answer, either way.]

Barricade will be there, and welcomes the assistance. Have you worked with him before?

[snorts] To be honest... Not really. I spend my spare time here researching non-Cybertronians so I may provide my medical services to them as well. [shrugs] It's better than peeling off more of my flaking paint job.

[shakes head] No. I guess we've had no reason to. He seems the type who prefers to work on his own at his own pace, anyway. It's just... lately... that we seem short on physicians.

[This...actually led him to information that he'd not been expecting.] Research? Here?

How?

[Because if there was somewhere to learn, he wanted to be breaking into it.]

Barricade mentioned to me there'd been a plethora of them up until recently. Where did they go?

Mostly speaking to said non-Cybertronians. I sent out a transmission one day, asking for any useful information they may be able to share. I've learned quite a bit on how humans function. It's... interesting.

Two just... disappeared. [frowns] One I considered something of a friend. And another [here you get a bitter smirk] seems to be connected to a recent murder case, and is hiding out somewhere. It's not unusual, however, for people to just disappear here. Nor is it unusual for the dead to be revived, which was the case for First Aid, a medic I worked with back in my home universe, and still do here as well.

They're so very organic. I don't recommend the experience.

[There were some things, however, that hadn't changed from Axiom. The disappearances, the...ah...dead. Rising.]

Do those who vanish ever return?

[It sounded like experiments, to him. It sounded like these 'Firstforged' weren't as forthright as some believed.]

[huff] You remind me of my former employer right now.

As I am willing to help Decepticons, the same goes for organics and non-Cybertronians. Can't afford to be xenophobic when you share a planet with them.

[pause] Sometimes, yes. Sometimes... no. I don't know how the entire mess works, to be honest, and I honestly don't think I ever want to know.

Well do I understand that. [Indeed, he'd made................friends........with a few humans in Axiom.] There is, however, a great gap between living with organics and being them.

[He frowns.]

It seems we need a way off this rock for more reasons than my own desires. I hate to think on what might happen, next.

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