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Who: Sixshot and YOU.
Where: Somewhere in the city!
When: Some… time.
What: Talk to doggy! Pet the doggy! Annoy the living heck out of the doggy!
Warnings: Standard potential violence warning because Phase Sixer.

Sixshot never stayed in one place for too long. There were places he would visit often, like the Decepticon base and the Autobot clinic, but he never lingered for longer than a day.

Sometimes he dug; there were various Sixer-sized holes around the barren city now. His olfactory sensors helped with homing in on various useful equipment and he left them where either Spinister, Tarn or First Aid would find them.

More often than not, he wandered. There were massive spaces underground, caverns left by destroyed metros, the dead roots of collapsed skyscrapers. Unstable death traps to most other mechs, but quiet places for one who could withstand half a world falling upon him.

There was a hole over this particular section of what appeared to have once been an underground mall. The sound of running water echoed through the darkness and Sixshot could see the sparkling spray as he got closer to the shaft of light.

A waterfall? A very small one, but it certainly looked like a waterfall.

Sixshot slows to a stop under the collapsed ceiling. The water disappeared into a pile of rubble for the most part and plants were scattered here and there and up around the edges of the hole.

Stepping up onto the pile, the Sixer sticks his massive head out of the hole in the ground. Where does this pop up into?

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Megatron’s voice makes Sixshot chomp his teeth in something like vague irritation. At least up until he actually realizes what was being asked.

And how Megatron looked rather different from the last time he’d seen him now that he turns his head to look. Younger. The scent earthier and deeper than what the Sixer was used to.

He stares for a long moment, too startled to answer, but he eventually he manages a somewhat wary, “... Sixshot.”

He'd ask who Megatron was, but every Decepticon alive knew who Megatron was, even one from an earlier timeline like this one.

"Megatron," he replies in kind, not making the assumption that this bot knew who he was.

He gets a little closer after Sixshot replies, supposing it would probably be a bad idea to actually touch him or go too far in his personal space.

Still, he does try to get a good look into the hole the head popped out of.

"Are you stuck in here?"

"I am not." Sixshot settles down on his haunches, something like amusement on his canine face at the expression of concern. He doesn't seem all too bothered that he was having a conversation with someone while sitting in a giant pit. "I wouldn't recommend coming down here though. It's rather unstable. Stuffy too."

Tilting his head, the big mech peers at Megatron in silence for a moment before asking, "... So, no one warned you about me?"

Completely ignoring Sixshot's advice, Megatron takes a look further down into the pit, a pace or so away from the edge. Having spent so much time in the clinic meant he'd spent less time exploring the city, and is admittedly a little curious at where these subterranean tunnels lead.

"Should I have a reason to be warned?" He looks back up at Sixshot's head, not feeling particularly threatened by his size.

"Hmm." Sixshot's expression becomes thoughtful for a moment as he turns the revelation over in his mind. So, the Autobots didn't tell this mech anything and the older Megatron didn't tell him either.

After said moment, the wolf-mech shrugs in quiet acceptance. "I guess I tend to think I'd more important than I am these days."

Looking back at the smaller mech, he decides to change the topic. "There's a mall under here. A few of the maps seems to point it opening up to a subterranean part of the city, but most of the paths there are blocked so far."

Not exactly a problem for Sixshot, but he wanted to wander more than dig right now.

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Megatron looks down thoughtfully towards the rest of Sixshot's body, before deciding to climb down himself into the pit. He was hardly the reckless type, but he wasn't afraid of a little exploration.

Once he was down in the cool shade, he looks up: "Can you show me where it is?"

He wasn't sure how likely a mall would have medical tools, but there's always the chance he could find something valuable there for the rest of their little community.

Shifting so that Megatron had some room to climb down, Sixshot ducks back down, under the ledge. There's an air of uncertainty at this development; he's not entirely sure about bringing the young mech into the depths of the city.

On the other hand, if worse comes to worse, Sixshot would be there to keep the young mech safe. Better now when he is with Megatron, than later without.

"Right here," he answers, nodding his head at the darkness around them. "There's not much left of it as far as I have seen. It goes seven stories down after this one."