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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[aminerproblem]

There's a long pause from him. Part of him still considers turning away, entirely aware this was a threshold he really couldn't go back on.

But after a tired sigh of his own, he finally asks: "How?"

[towardspeace]

He can see that decision, percolating, and something inside him twists uncomfortably as it's made.

But he knows this is what needs to be done. All he can do is try to help shoulder the burden.

"I... know them. I know what they're used to. I can show you what I did right, not just what I did wrong, and I'll do everything I can to try to make them listen to you."

He wonders, briefly, if that might not go both ways...

[loyaltyandhonor]

"That is correct. My name is Dreadwing, and before coming to this miserable planet I served as second in command of the Decepticons," he replied. The phrasing was no coincidence, until there was a Megatron worthy of his respect he wanted it to be clear he served the cause alone.

"The Lord Megatron I know was also brought to this Cybertron. I have heard one of your...Autobots encountered him recently."

[towardspeace]

Megatron snorts. "At least you're honest about it," he says dryly.

[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]

"... Nautica, you mean," says Megatron, folding his arms. "He threw her into a wall, as I understand it."

Second in command of the Decepticons. Hmm. Interesting. He'll have to ask about that later.

[aerospacecommander]

"I have never once denied being exactly who I am," Starscream responds with a light shrug.

"And it's not exactly a secret."

[aminerproblem]

"Well," he starts, a little more resolved now that the decision was done,"We'd best start as soon as you can."

He reaches for Tarn's badge, which he had been keeping in a compartment, looking down at it's polished surface.

"I don't imagine they'll be content with waiting for me to be ready."

Megatron glances up again.

[towardspeace]

Megatron frowns. "No?" he asks Rampage. "And how would you describe yourself?"

[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.

[towardspeace]

He nods, but he hesitates a moment when his younger self pulls the badge out.

"... That's Tarn's."

[towardspeace]

"Hmm," says Megatron. It's a little while before he says anything else.

"I suppose you're right. Volunteering as a filter, are you?" He sounds a little skeptical.

Passing over Sixshot with permission!

[crabcake]

Rampage makes a show of looking contemplative, running a massive claw-tip against the underside of his beast-mode head in lieu of having an actual chin to rub.

"Monster, crime against creation, indiscriminate killing machine," he offers casually, then gives a little shrug. "That sort of thing."

[towardspeace]

"It had come to my attention," says Megatron. "Most of it deserved, as far I can tell."

[aminerproblem]

"I spoke to him after you two fought each other."

He sets it down on the medical slab, "We had a disagreement on what consitutes Decepticon loyalty."

[towardspeace]

Megatron nods again, more slowly, and he doesn't look away from the badge.

"I think that's a reminder he needed."

[taselikeabee]

Bee can understand the skepticism. A little. It's not like Megatron hasn't spoken to him before. Then again, maybe the big guy doesn't get many legitimate offers.

"Suppose I am. If you want."

[kaijugrrroupie]

Okay. Yeah. He fucked up. This guy is hella big. Probably one of the biggest ones he's come into contact with yet. Newt just looks up, dazed, his glasses a little askew, trying not to focus on the fact the cybertronian has the look of a kid with a magnifying glass who just found an ant colony. It's certainly sending the hairs on the back of his neck prickling up.

"Or y'know! You could just watch where you're going! You totally destroyed my research here!" He gestures wildly at the crumpled plant that's been destroyed. C'mon Newt, don't make this guy try to step on you.

[loyaltyandhonor]

"You would surely know more than I, if this Nautica is indeed one of the soldiers under your command," he replied, gesturing loosely toward Megatron.

"I have heard only the rumors, for Lord Megatron and I have not spoken since our arrival."

[towardspeace]

"Under my command, yes – but she's not a soldier." His optics narrow, scrutinising. "I would have thought his second in command would keep in touch."

[loyaltyandhonor]

"There has been a... conflict of interest, concerning the fate of a certain traitorous decepticon who was also brought to this planet."

There was an edge to his tone, partially from the implication that he was incompetent in his role, partially from the mere mention of Starscream. So long as that coward continued to slink in Megatron's shadow, Dreadwing had little intention of returning, especially after their last encounter.

"A small lapse in communication, due to a very personally matter, is harmless. Certainly when considering both my predecessors turned against Lord Megatron outright in a foolish attempt to seize power."

[towardspeace]

"... Starscream," he says, with a knowing sort of half-nod. It's not really a question.

[loyaltyandhonor]

Dreadwing tensed slightly, gaze narrowing suspiciously. While it was easy to assume that all Starscream across the universe were similarly traitorous lieutenants to their respective Megatron (a thought which was not terribly inaccurate), something about Megatron's response stood out.

"It sounds as if you have crossed paths with the Starscream in question."

[smarterthandad]

Val's eyebrow went up. Because she liked Megatron, she'd let that 'most' slide.

"Your opinion is noted," she said, dryly. It wouldn't do to let him think she cared much, though his opinion did matter more to her than most of the people here, and not just for practical reasons. She wasn't immune to sentiment, and he reminded her strongly of Dr. Doom.