GENERAL DADTRON POST

[towardspeace]

Who: Megatron; YOU
Where: MORE OR LESS ANYWHERE
When: expansive shrug
What: MISC
Warnings: NONE YET

With Tarn dealt with for the time being and his own systems running closer to 100% again, Megatron's been spending more time prowling around outside keeping an eye out for trouble than before, you know, just in case Tarn isn't as down and out as they thought, or anybody equally godawful decides to show up and stir shit, so that he can beat their heads in (he has kind of missed being able to beat in heads) and say 'I told you so' to any Autobots still dubious about his fool's energon detox decisions.

Well, OK, it's partially that and partially that he's got a lot on his mind right now and this is a reasonable excuse to spend some time alone with his thoughts. WHICH MEANS ITS AN IDEAL TIME TO INTERRUPT HIM, GET TO IT

(That said he may also be skulking around Maccadam's to make sure none of the people he's supposed to be responsible for are starting shit. Alternatively I am sure I can come up with an excuse for him to be anywhere you want so if you want something more specific feel free to hit me up/post whatever kind of starter u like, you know. im flexible and so is this post)

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[aerospacecommander]

As Megatron is wandering about, so is Starscream. Unfortunately the seeker doesn't realize the former warlord is in the same area. (And to be fair, he's only heard rumors. None of which he's sure he believes.)

So he just happens to round the corner of a building at the same convenient time Megatron is walking past. This results in him almost smacking directly into Megatron, or at least very very close to it.

"Gah!"

Which okay, it's just Megatron, there is no reason to be startled even if he just stares like a deer caught in headlights. Is that an Autobot ensignia? He's pretty sure it is. But his initial shock only lasts for a few seconds before he opens his stupid mouth again. He just has to say something.

"Is it just me or is there something different about you?"

[towardspeace]

Starscream.

Megatron narrows his eyes.

The familiar colour scheme has him assuming at first that this is the one he knows, just from somewhere in the past, and he hasn't been less pleased to recognise someone since he ran into Tarn.

"Yes, I've been hearing that a lot," he says, unimpressed. He really doesn't feel like going over the details of his defection for another temporally displaced Cybertronian, especially not this one.

[aerospacecommander]

Oh. That look is never good. It usually means 'Starscream I'm going to throw you into the wall for saying that.' But as Megatron hadn't made any sort of move to crush his head, he might get out of this okay.

Not that the possiblity would deter him from speaking out anyway.

"I can't imagine why, silver has always been your color, hasn't it? Well, silver and the irritated scowl you're giving me right at this moment."

Yeah. He'll wait until he's out of arm's distance and then directly bring up the Autobot thing.

[taselikeabee]

Bee actually hopes that Megatron is over the whole 'beating heads in.' He's rather intimate with the whole 'crushing heads' prospect and pretty much doesn't want to experience that again. At the moment, he is slightly confident that it's unlikely to happen.

Megatron? Looks like the guy has a lot on his mind. While most might be happy to leave the other alone or respect the mindless wondering... That's not really Bee is it? He has a nasty habit of butting in.

This time he doesn't say anything. Sliding right up next to the former warlord and trying to match the stride - damn larger Cybertronians and their longer legs - it's all about listening. If listening is something that is needed. Or wanted.

[towardspeace]

Megatron's a little surprised to see him, but not really all that surprised.

"Bumblebee." His tone is a little expectant, the what do you want unspoken but obvious nonetheless.

He slows down a little for him, because he doesn't have anywhere to be in a hurry.

[taselikeabee]

At least Bumblebee is trying not to wander off for long periods of time. Optimus is being quite... Well protective. Bee is attempting to respect that. Mostly.

"Megatron," he replies smoothly, just as expectant in return. There's nothing he actually wants out of this, but that's not going to stop him from giving a little sass back.

[smarterthandad]

Well, that sure was a giant brooding robot. Val liked Megatron enough that she actually paused and considered not bothering him for a solid five seconds.

Haha no.

"I see the fight went in your favor," she said. It was like a greeting, since as far as Val was concerned, Megatron's victory had been a foregone conclusion and thus saying something about it was semantically equivalent to 'hello' in that it was unimportant but would serve to attract non-hostile attention.

In 15 years she was going to be enormous fun at parties.

[towardspeace]

Fortunately, Megatron is not really the type to take offence at that kind of greeting. If anything he appreciates her not beating about the bush. He looks down at her – and then a little further down – and nods. "Thanks to you, of course."

[smarterthandad]

Val climbed up on a chunk of debris to sit, which made her about twice as tall. It was not a significant change.

"I like helping," she said. "Above and beyond the obvious advantages of strategic alliances."

The Autobots were at worst harmless to her; it was part of their self-image. The Decepticons...they needed motivation to behave themselves. She could supply it, of course, but easier to contract that out to someone they were already terrified of.

[milkruns]

June's seen a few new...uh, fruits? If that's what she wants to call them -- whatever the edible things are, they seem to be coming in new varieties now, and while June is unfortunately accustomed to the blandness of hospital cafeteria food, these things have reached new and exciting heights of not tasting like anything much at all. She's hoping some of these new ones might be a little different. Hopefully they don't taste worse.

Of course, when you're a tiny human scuttling about in a world designed for beings several times your size over, it's hard not to notice when one of them comes walking along -- particularly when it's Megatron. June knows something with Tarn must have gone down recently, but she's kind of out of the loop otherwise. He looks...deeply contemplative and also in one piece, so she can only assume that whatever did happen worked out in his favor. June tucks one of the fruits under her k2arm and hurries along beside him at a jog, waving.

"Megatron! Hey! I've been hoping to catch you."

[towardspeace]

"Ah," says Megatron, frowning – although he does slow down. "June Darby. What do you want?"

[milkruns]

"You can just call me June," she says, raising an eyebrow, and her lips purse a little. Don't you take that tone with her, Dadtron. "Nice to see you again, too, Megatron. I was hoping for an udpate on the Tarn situation. You know, the heinously dangerous one?"

[phase6kindofbot]

It wasn't entirely a sense of responsibility that motivates Sixshot to bring Rampage to Megatron. Responsibility made up about 80% of it. The rest was some smothered sense of dry humor.

Their ex-leader's scent trails were easy enough to find; the mech seemed to move around in a rather small area. Figures he'd stay close to his new charges in light of recent events.

Clearly the best time to bring a regenerating Autobot science experiment in for introductions.

Megatron will find them hanging out on the pile of rubble, Sixshot sitting with his front paws neatly crossed in his massive canine mode and... what looked like an unusually big, red and purple Piranacon next to him.

[crabcake]

Excuse you, he looks like a giant enemy crab. He's like, approximately 50% huge-freaking-claws in this mode. The rest is armored shell, teeth, and legs. Lots of legs. Honestly, multiple legs are just so very useful on uneven terrain. Like fields of corpses! Not that there are any those around here, he's just thinking it.

Those legs are currently tapping a complicated tattoo on the rubble, because Rampage has approximately zero patience.

[towardspeace]

Sixshot is hard to miss from a distance, and Megatron approaches with caution. He can't really say he's disappointed to see him – he hasn't seen Sixshot at all since the first time he ran into him, and not knowing what the phase sixer's been up to has been bothering him.

He at least doesn't seem hostile, for the time being.

Megatron's less sure about the bot next to him, and his optics stay mostly fixed on the jittering crab as he makes his way over.

"Sixshot," he says, just a little cautiously, once he's close enough. "Who's this?"

BACKDATED to when megadad was getting checked out of the robot clinic

[aminerproblem]

A lot was on Megatron's mind when he returned from his visit to the emptied out building the Decepticons had begun to use as a base. When he'd first planned his trip there, he'd thought on his choices enough to convince himself they were the right things to do.

It was afterwards that he felt threads of uncertainty and doubt. He could say he was happy here under Ratchet's tutelage. The clinic could be stressful and hectic at times, but he found satisfaction in the work, and in the company of the medics here. Perhaps he wasn't as fleet-fingered or patient or much of a prodigy, but he felt he was helping in his own way.

That is, until he made his first action towards his future followers and broke his neutrality. It was clear enough what his stance was when he tore the badge off Tarn's chest, and gave aid to Spinister. He wasn't going to be a passive observer anymore, and that meant he had some semblance of responsibility to these people. But he wasn't a tactician, or a gladiator, or much of a leader for them to follow.

He was still a former miner with ideas, one that held just enough rage and a little luck to survive attempts to kill him. But much when he saw Ratchet, he wasn't satisfied just leaving it at that.

So his future self will soon find someone familiar at his bedside, giving him that stubborn look that said they'd likely be staying there a little longer before he was allowed out.

"We need to talk."

[towardspeace]

Megatron looks at him for a long moment, and then nods, accepting, and settles himself, resigned to spending a while here yet.

"Yes, I thought we might. About Tarn, I take it."

[whippingboy]

"Well you seem to be doing phenomenally better than the last time I saw you."

That's Starscream's way of saying "hello," apparently, uttered in a sort of mild and neutral tone that could maybe be interpreted as icy if you squinted enough. The jet is leaning against a door frame in what might come off as a cavalier, smug sort of way were it not for the mildly disconcerted frown on his features. He'd been informed plenty about there being multiple Megatrons here, but there was definitely no mistaking that his Megatron was among that number, from the evidence he'd gathered

They may have their differences, and Starscream might still be terrified of him in a very poorly concealed way, but the Seeker isn't really the sort to skirt around the elephant in the room. No, he's the sort that will march right up to the elephant and prod it with a big sharp stick, to make his presence known and put on a big show of being in control of his fears. If he and Megatron were doomed to occupy the same city, they'd have to deal with one another eventually, and making the first move means that maybe Megatron won't know Starscream has arrived here just yet. Starscream might even get to have the satisfaction of getting the jump on his old boss. Working a dismayed little frown out of him would honestly be enough of a victory to make it worth the risk.

[towardspeace]

Oh, god.

It really is him this time, Megatron's certain of that pretty much as soon as he turns to look at him, and he isn't pleased about it. There's your look of dismay, Starscream, although it's subsumed by a steely-eyed frown in short order.

"Yes," he says, curling one hand into a fist, "I expect so. When was the last time you saw me?"

[ancillary]

"You look like something that just chewed its own leg out of a trap."

Miranda had walked over a bar stool that had been a challenge to climb up and was walking on the counter top at Maccadam's feeling more than a little diminutive but undeterred as she approached what was, in her opinion, the saddest of these creatures she had come across. And that was taking into account her exposure to Mayday's sniveling.

Here, she seemed to be entirely unconcerned by how comparatively threatening this character looked, hunched over with what reeked like broken pride and all. If this world was going to force into scavenging like she had been physically knocked back to an era more paleolithic barring the chrome finish, she was going to made use of every resource available. Information was a resource and so began her self-appointed task of questioning every synthetic she came across. There was no loss of confidence when it came to approaching these potentially hostile alien synthetics. While they were proving to be quite the chatterboxes, she always kept them at arms' length and never approached one without an escape plan with at least half a dozen iterations of said plan well in mind.

[towardspeace]

Nice. More tiny organics, exactly what Megatron wanted in his day. Thanks. Thanks. He gives her a weary look that isn't really doing him a hell of a lot of favours on the 'not resembling a large, sad wounded bear' front, albeit if bears were prone to looking kind of sarcastic.

He supposes she's not too far off, honestly, but he doesn't say so, just frowns and sits up a little.

"Hm," he says. "And you are...?"

[loyaltyandhonor]

Dreadwing didn't usually spend time this close to the autobot camp, especially lately. Yet here he was, exiting one of the buildings ahead of Megatron. Certainly not scoping out strategic locations for future proximity bombs or anything similarly nefarious, of course.

Dreadwing stopped where he was when he noticed the other bot, in the middle of Megatron's path. Brows furrowed as he sized Megatron up, eyes lingering on the autobot insignia before flicking up to match Megatron's gaze.

"You are the Megatron to whom Tarn swore allegiance, the one who recently defeated him in battle." It was a statement more than a question, he knew only one Megatron was about wearing that particular badge.

His fingers twitched to reach for his sword but he made no move to attack. After what Megatron did to Tarn, he was hardly looking for a confrontation.

[towardspeace]

"I am."

He looks the Decepticon up and down cautiously. The Dreadwing that Starscream mentioned, perhaps? Hm. He keeps his distance.

"And yourself? I take it you're not from my universe."

[kaijugrrroupie]

Even though Newt's been here for almost a week, he's still quite not used to the comings and goings of the planet's native inhabitants. It's not hard to see them coming or hear them coming or feel their thundering feet through vibrations in the ground, but it's certainly a lot harder to get them to notice you to stop them from treading on you underfoot. At least back home the jaeger don't go walking around the compound just treading on engineers whenever they wanted to. There were totally protocols for that.

However, his ability to duck and dodge all depends on how much he's actually paying attention to his surroundings--something that he's especially been struggling with lately thanks to the abundance of strange alien flora and fauna to take in and document. He's had to be especially sparing with his dictaphone--considering he's only got the one tape and no paper to transcribe anything down. His kingdom for a few notepads and some pens.

He's studying some of the plants that had recently erupted from a few cracks in the ground and though horticulture isn't exactly his strong point, he knows that the only thing edible for the humans on this place comes from the plant life. Which is really weird, even by alien planet standards--because apparently the cybertronians had no need for this. God, he really wishes he had access to is lab back home right now, because he really doesn't want to be known as 'the guy who ate the new strange alien fruit and died from copious and severe bleeding due to poisoning' but at the same time he's just about had it with the bland fruit they can eat.

He's so wrapped up in his internal 'should I eat it' struggle, that he doesn't even notice the signs that a large cybertronian is headed his way until it's practically too late and he shrieks as a large foot stamps down on the plant he'd been studying, sending him flying backward a few feet just from the impact.

"What the hell, buddy! Watch it!" he shouts, his voice quavering up into a higher octave when he realises just how big the cybertronian is.

[towardspeace]

Newt's alarm is probably pretty justified by the look on Megatron's enormous metal face, because at first he looks like he'd like nothing more than to just step on him.

He doesn't really look any less like that after he takes a step back, honestly.

"You should probably be more careful yourself," he says, with undisguised disdain.