robothell | GENERAL DADTRON POST

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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Rampage really doesn't look as if he's been shot any time recently. Megatron looks at him slightly too long, as if trying to determine where he's been shot.

"Yes, I am," he says flatly. He's beginning to reconsider, of course... "Where are you from, Rampage?"

"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.

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.

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.

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."

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..."

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

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."

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Passing over Sixshot with permission!