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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[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...?"

[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?"

[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."

[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?"