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)

Comments

[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.

[aminerproblem]

"That is what it seems like."

He settles back into chair.

"I don't imagine there will be much time to continue training here if I need to do this," he says, his own remorse beginning to seep into his voice. Leadership wasn't something he yearned for - it just always had some way of ending up his responsibility. Somehow.

[whippingboy]

Starscream has to laugh at that. "Megs, please. You of all people know that if there's one thing you can count on ol' Starscream here for, it's looking out for my own best interest. And I can assure you, there's absolutely no benefit to not honoring a truce."

[milkruns]

"What a ringing endorsement," June mutters, looking a little weary, still apprehensive. Whether or not she's a target isn't the issue -- at her size, collateral damage is a big enough threat as it is. She looks up at Megatron, brow knitted, but her gaze isn't expectantly penetrating this time -- just...looking for some reassurance. "You really don't think he'd do it again?"

[towardspeace]

He watches him for a moment or two, and then scrubs a hand over his face, and looks away.

"I'm sorry," he says. "This is my responsibility; it shouldn't be yours."

[towardspeace]

Megatron frowns slightly, crossing his own arms. Some things don't seem to change, if Megatronus was anything to go by.

... The gladiator thing doesn't change, that is. He is definitely not obsessed with Optimus. Absolutely not. Not THIS guy

"No hint of any kind of... change of spark, beyond that?"

[phase6kindofbot]

"He's defected recently," Sixshot explains, flopping onto his side. "Ask him for the story."

What? He wasn't about to make things easier for Megatron.

[crabcake]

The leader of the Decepticons... defected? Well that's... alright then. Rampage is starting to understand where this whole disillusionment attitude Sixshot has going might have come from.

He doesn't feel like asking for the story, though. It doesn't matter all that much. He isn't a Decepticon. Or an Autobot. Or anything.

To Megatron, he answers, "Omicron."

It's not a location on Cybertron, nor is it a particular battle that he might have been defrosted for. It's not even the name of a con facility. It's the name of a nondescript off-world Autobot medical facility that disappeared relatively early in the war, purportedly destroyed in a Decepticon attack. Of course, you'd be hard-pressed to find any Decepticons that recall ever being there.

[aerospacecommander]

"Not unless you count only blowing one hole in my chest instead of two," he says with a snort.

Megatron also said something about 'no more petty vengeance' around the sametime. Which was also a riot.

[ancillary]

"Miranda Lawson. Systems Alliance."

She was absolutely not with the military, but the name carried the connotations of a interstellar power structure that implied the acumen she possessed for...these sorts of 'foreign affairs' without over-complicating introductions.

Truthfully, she could leave him to wallow in whatever fit of pique had overtaken him. It would be the safest course of actions, wounded old bears tended to fight the hardest and she had no intention of inciting an altercation. Only safest bets rarely ever yielded real reward and she wanted information about this place.

"Forgive the interruption," She said, "But maybe you can shed some light on our shared plight. This world - it's adapting to support organic life. This is unprecedented, isn't it?"

[aminerproblem]

"No. I can't pretend I'd be satisfied watching more innocent people end up on a medical slab when I could do something about it."

As much as he found himself enjoying his work, it was really attacking a symptom of a bigger problem.

"I'm not sure where to start."

[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."

[towardspeace]

He folds his arms, leaning back a little. There's a bit of a pause before he returns the courtesy of an introduction – he's still getting used to not being recognised on sight.

"I am Megatron – and yes, it certainly seems like that. But then, the energon here is green and no Cybertronian I've spoken to since I arrived has been a native. It might have simply always been this way."

[towardspeace]

Megatron nods slowly. True enough. And if he succeeded – if his goal was peace, real peace, instead of conquest and war – then perhaps there would be time to learn. Afterwards.

It doesn't make him feel much better.

"... I can help you," he says. "I owe that much – to you and them."

[ancillary]

"A pleasure."

Miranda has over the course of her tumultuous career worked with the best, or ostensibly the worst depending on your moral compunctions, shadow dictators and paramilitary leaders. Peeling back the layers of cloying despondency coming off Megatron she detected an air of command about him, and could tell as much he must have seen the ugly end of whatever conflict torn this planet apart.

"But it is naturally occurring?"

An orange light surrounds her wrist and forearm as she hunkers down on the bar counter top seated cross-legged, like you do, and starts prodding the haptic interface of her omni-tool to bring up the information she had already collected from samples.

"I've noticed the biology of your species," She is getting used to saying species and not the go-to umbrella 'synthetic', "is complex but cripplingly overspecialized and dependent on this particular planet's natural resources that are now apparently deviating."

Miranda looks over the holographic screen back up at Megatron.

"What else is different?"

[towardspeace]

"I see." His optics narrow slightly. So that is something to worry about. "And what about you? Where do your loyalties lie?" A Hilarious Joke,

[towardspeace]

"Moping," Megatron repeats with faint indignation, eyebrows (or not) raised. It's a moment later before 'friend' catches his startled attention, and he stares down at Bumblebee with subdued shock. He has pretty much never had anybody refer to him as a friend for millions of years.

Maybe it was a joke.

He frowns.

"I'm not moping," he says, moving on, "I'm ... ruminating."

[towardspeace]

"Not unless he's a bigger fool than I thought," says Megatron. "And I've divested him of his fusion cannon," he adds, with a hint of bitter amusement, "so he's less of a threat if he does turn out to be that stupid."

[taselikeabee]

Subdued or not, Bumblebee can still see it as clear as day. To meet that glance, Bee throws the guy a cheeky little grin. Yes, he knows what he's said. It's not a joke. An offer, but definitely not a joke.

C'mon... He thinks of Thundercracker as a friend and that guy's one hundred percent crankier than the one walking next to him.

"Semantics. Point is you're walking along with too many thoughts in your head and not enough filtration for them."

[towardspeace]

Megatron shoots Sixshot a look that's equal parts annoyed and perplexed. He can't quite work out why the phase-sixer seems bent on introducing them.

Omicron – it rings a distant bell, but not one that Megatron can place as in any way relevant. His brow furrows under his helmet.

"Omicron," he repeats – he shakes his head slightly, uncomprehending. "Is there ... anything I can do for either of you," he says, frowning.

[towardspeace]

"Please don't call yourself 'ol' Starscream'," Megatron says, wrinkling his nose in faint disgust.

[whippingboy]

Starscream crosses his arms and states smugly: "I make no promises on that."

[aerospacecommander]

Oh that's a funny question.

"Me? I like to keep my options open."

Ultimately loyal to himself, though he can be swayed by certain people from time to time.

[phase6kindofbot]

He's not entirely sure when his maturity level had plummeted so abysmally, but here Sixshot was, gleaning some strange entertainment from making Megatron play guess. Fortunately for the ex-warlord, his loyal hound finally takes some mercy on him.

"Just thought I'd introduce you two." Sixshot doesn't really bother to unflop himself as he talks. "Figured you'd like some kind of warning about another super soldier walking about."

[crabcake]

Rampage gives Megatron a crabby shrug of his massive claws, not really all that clear on why Sixshot decided they should be introduced either. He mostly just went along with it because he had nothing better to do. He seems to be having a bit of fun with it, however.

Sixshot clears up the issue a bit, and Rampage decides to muddle it a bit more by muttering, "Not really much of a soldier..."