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

[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.

[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."

[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]

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."

[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...

[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]

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

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

[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."