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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.]

Locked to Overlord

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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That sounds like a story... [Waaaaaaaaant]

That's just how I do things. [He will take it!]

But yeah, now there aren't. I've got plenty to do now. Used to work on Kimia during the war, but it kinda... got taken over. And then there was a whole thing with Cybertron but we're not getting into that now. I've explained it to, like, tons of other mechs.

Have you ever wondered how the war began? [It's a story, alright.]

I've been wanting to taste Maccadam's hometime blend for....[He trails off. How long had it been since he'd been sent to C-12? It was longer than it seemed.] For a while. If you were capable of duplicating that, it would be a testament to your skill.

[Kimia. He's heard of that before, but he doesn't recall all of it.] What was Kimia?

How young do you think I am? I know the jist of it. How'd I've picked a side otherwise?

And if that's a challenge, you're on. Once I get the right materials from Nexus, you'll have your blend. [Taking all comers. Pick your poison, mechs of no gender. And otherwise. Whatever.]

Science station.

Then you knew it started in a bar? [Come now, how on Cybertron could you have picked the AUTOBOTS after all that?]

If you're up to the challenge. [He smirks.] 'Megatron endorsed' would be an attractant and a repellent all at once, would it not?

[This is something he gives greater consideration to, however.] Did Ironfist work on it? [He's having to put these pieces together very, very slowly.]

Does anyone but you and the people in that bar know it started in a bar?

[There is only so much you can expect him to know, Megs.]

And I am always up for a challenge. Just not ones that involve fighting. In anyway. At all.

Yep, that'd be the one. How do you know Ironfist?

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