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[Her voice is distraught and defeated, and she doesn't look that great in the video.]
Megatron... Starscream is here.
I'm sorry. I promised I wouldn't take him on my own but...
Megatron... Starscream is here.
I'm sorry. I promised I wouldn't take him on my own but...
Megatron, I've been looking for you everwhere.
You're not dead are you?
You're not dead are you?
[Tailgate squints at the name.]
You're a Megatron? Well, I guess beggars can't be choosers.
Hello, my name is Tailgate! How do you feel about big boats? Specifically purple ones.
You're a Megatron? Well, I guess beggars can't be choosers.
Hello, my name is Tailgate! How do you feel about big boats? Specifically purple ones.
[Slipstream is determined to talk about something to Megatron, so the moment she notices that Megatron is back aboard, she tries to ring him up.
And again.
It's weird that he's not answering. What could he possibly be doing now?
She rings once more for good measure.]
Lord Megatron? I need to speak with you.
And again.
It's weird that he's not answering. What could he possibly be doing now?
She rings once more for good measure.]
Lord Megatron? I need to speak with you.
Well! Isn't this overdue? [ratchets voice sound tightly wound, but unreadable at the same time. megatron would not be incorrect to assume he had to throw some things around before he dialled this number.] I heard the news. We're gonna talk for a moment.
Lord Megatron. One of my Seekers, Acid Storm, has recently arrived through the space bridge.
Shall I send her to speak with you directly?
Shall I send her to speak with you directly?
Megatron. Now that we are engaged, I feel like now is a good time I tell you something.
[ Grimlock has to reflect for a moment that he is actually asking this question. The things he does for Optimus. ]
Megatron,
Is purple your favorite color?
If not what is it?
- Grimlock
Megatron,
Is purple your favorite color?
If not what is it?
- Grimlock
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[sorry, he just has to absolutely lose his shit laughing at this before he replies. grimlock was such a pain in the ass during the war that he has absolutely no sympathy for him, despite megatron understanding why this might be a struggle for some of their troops.]
It is indeed purple.
It is indeed purple.
Megatron, please come to Mac's ASAP. Hot Rod's here and he and Soundwave are making out in the bar and saying they want to get married right now. If you want to be there when they do, you'd best hurry.
[The video is, in fact, of Soundwave spinning around with Hot Rod in his arms and shouting about wanting to get married.]
[The video is, in fact, of Soundwave spinning around with Hot Rod in his arms and shouting about wanting to get married.]
[ Distasteful as proactively seeking out any Megatron is to speak with, Starscream is practical and he needs information. He will also attempt to be civil, but who knows how long that will last. ]
Megatron,
You had a certain artifact stolen from you recently. I need to know its capabilities to better assess what that lunatic may try to do with it.
— Air Commander Starscream
Megatron,
You had a certain artifact stolen from you recently. I need to know its capabilities to better assess what that lunatic may try to do with it.
— Air Commander Starscream
You stand on a burnt and darkened world. The sky above is devoid of stars, having been devoured in ages past. The ruined world smells of the very last day of your youngborn innocence, the final moment in which you did not know of evil.
A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.
The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.
At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.
You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.
A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.
“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”
Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.
The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.
Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.
Unicron.
The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.
“This is my promise to you. Servants of Primus.”
And you awaken, safe and sound.
For now.
A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.
The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.
At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.
You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.
A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.
“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”
Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.
The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.
Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.
Unicron.
The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.
“This is my promise to you. Servants of Primus.”
And you awaken, safe and sound.
For now.
[this isn't his first nightmare brought on by his matrix connection, though it's certainly the first of this kind. it brings back all the terror he'd felt dealing with the other one at once and megatron wakes up with an ungodly shriek. he rolls over on the berth awkwardly, armour clattering from how hard he's shaking, venting heavily and scrabbling for his partner.]
No, no, no, no, no, NO!! Not again! Optimus! Where-- [even with the autobot already awake, megatron grabs for his arm, brain no longer working logically as his expression is marred by terrible guilt. guilt and sheer panic, in a way he's never looked before.]
No, no, no, no, no, NO!! Not again! Optimus! Where-- [even with the autobot already awake, megatron grabs for his arm, brain no longer working logically as his expression is marred by terrible guilt. guilt and sheer panic, in a way he's never looked before.]
[The morning following a certain unsettling dream, Megatron gets a call.]
Hello, Megatron. In our previous correspondence you referenced prophetic dreams from the Matrix of Leadership. Would you be willing to elaborate on the what you saw in those visions?
Hello, Megatron. In our previous correspondence you referenced prophetic dreams from the Matrix of Leadership. Would you be willing to elaborate on the what you saw in those visions?
Optimus.
[an equal greeting, though it is immediately clear in his voice he has probably spent the last few hours having an absolute meltdown, as it's slightly shaky.]
I used to think they were simply extensions of my own intense self-loathing at the time, but now this one has struck multiple people I'm once again faced with the reality that not everything is about me.
[flighty, deflecting, maybe.]
They never involved Unicron. They had featured a different counterpart of mine, but never with something like this. Not even that Other One was stupid enough to get involved with Unicron. [he is quiet for a moment.] This universe is none of our own -- one of my Decepticons was able to travel through the multiverse freely but entry to this one blocked him from doing so, though he is able to travel around the galaxy.
Perhaps we should give Cybertron a visit.
[an equal greeting, though it is immediately clear in his voice he has probably spent the last few hours having an absolute meltdown, as it's slightly shaky.]
I used to think they were simply extensions of my own intense self-loathing at the time, but now this one has struck multiple people I'm once again faced with the reality that not everything is about me.
[flighty, deflecting, maybe.]
They never involved Unicron. They had featured a different counterpart of mine, but never with something like this. Not even that Other One was stupid enough to get involved with Unicron. [he is quiet for a moment.] This universe is none of our own -- one of my Decepticons was able to travel through the multiverse freely but entry to this one blocked him from doing so, though he is able to travel around the galaxy.
Perhaps we should give Cybertron a visit.
Hey, so I wanna call in that favour you owe me.
Y'know, for not asking how you got your comm stuck in the vents?
Y'know, for not asking how you got your comm stuck in the vents?
Lord Megatron!
Sunstorm and I shared a nightmare a couple nights ago and I feel like you need to know about it!
...Unless you already know what it is?
Sunstorm and I shared a nightmare a couple nights ago and I feel like you need to know about it!
...Unless you already know what it is?
I saw it as well, Slipstream, but do tell me about it regardless. It will be important to know if there were any differences in the dreams.
[man, he does not sound happy. not in a beat the person who angered him to death way, though. it's a way slipstream hasn't heard before, and therefore likely won't be able to place.]
[man, he does not sound happy. not in a beat the person who angered him to death way, though. it's a way slipstream hasn't heard before, and therefore likely won't be able to place.]
Hey old man.
I'm willing to trade a favour for a favour. Can that funky multiverse power of yours work on anything?
I'm willing to trade a favour for a favour. Can that funky multiverse power of yours work on anything?
[ Quintessa's voice is sharp and lashing. ]
Do you truly believe you are so sacrosanct in your holdings aboard this ship, that you can freely command those whom you care nothing for?
Because I would be happy to disprove you of that notion. You claim ownership of Slipstream while having done nothing but cause her misery!
Do you truly believe you are so sacrosanct in your holdings aboard this ship, that you can freely command those whom you care nothing for?
Because I would be happy to disprove you of that notion. You claim ownership of Slipstream while having done nothing but cause her misery!
[So Minimus is alive. Scorponok's horrid experiment has ended, and that horrible scientist is behind bars. Again. The entire event was a mess, and Minimus had to miss crucial moments due to the unfortunate issue of being dead.
At least he knew that his death meant something when he walked into his own wake. Granted, most of the mechs there were fighting over the minutae of the ceremony, but Minimus couldn't find the energy to be proud of their dedication to details.
But without an emergency to occupy him, there's only the normal, everyday schedule waiting for him. Just another week of paperwork like nothing happened. Back to reviewing the damage done to the ship. Everything is the same as before he was crushed to death- well. Not everything.
A few more of their numbers disappeared from the ship. Verity went back to her life on Earth. Megatron returned to his cell with new, wonderful memories. And Minimus was left alone. The office feels quieter and emptier, which is odd, because he can't detect any change in the room equipment or number of people visiting him.
And he's really trying to keep it together and pretend it's all business as usual. This ship needs someone who can take care of things when disaster strikes.]
At least he knew that his death meant something when he walked into his own wake. Granted, most of the mechs there were fighting over the minutae of the ceremony, but Minimus couldn't find the energy to be proud of their dedication to details.
But without an emergency to occupy him, there's only the normal, everyday schedule waiting for him. Just another week of paperwork like nothing happened. Back to reviewing the damage done to the ship. Everything is the same as before he was crushed to death- well. Not everything.
A few more of their numbers disappeared from the ship. Verity went back to her life on Earth. Megatron returned to his cell with new, wonderful memories. And Minimus was left alone. The office feels quieter and emptier, which is odd, because he can't detect any change in the room equipment or number of people visiting him.
And he's really trying to keep it together and pretend it's all business as usual. This ship needs someone who can take care of things when disaster strikes.]
[megatron is also unhappy about a lot of things, but they pale in comparison to minimus's misery. he's also kind of annoyed the little green idiot got himself killed trying to be a hero.
expounding on megatron's line of thought will do no-one any good, as it is as one track as always.
he clomps into the office without knocking, very rude, and puts his hands on the desk, leaning forward.]
You are miserable. This bothers me, as I have unfortunately become invested in your continued happiness after our building of camaraderie on Etz.
[god, he's getting as bad as optimus. disgusting.]
expounding on megatron's line of thought will do no-one any good, as it is as one track as always.
he clomps into the office without knocking, very rude, and puts his hands on the desk, leaning forward.]
You are miserable. This bothers me, as I have unfortunately become invested in your continued happiness after our building of camaraderie on Etz.
[god, he's getting as bad as optimus. disgusting.]
Megatron! I know this is an impossible idea, and comes completely out of nowhere but...
[Dramatic and theatrical pause.]
Is my poetry actually... bad?
[Dramatic and theatrical pause.]
Is my poetry actually... bad?
Hello! Just messaging you from the other side of the medibay to check in on you! Are you resting up well? I could leave my datapad with you to put on music or a movie for you, I know that being cooped up can be frustrating. Whatever will make it more comfortable!
Hello again! Just checking in on you. I know you said that you'd be fine but I was getting worried about you! And don't worry, I'm off the clock now so I can worry in a strictly friendly capacity!
I do apologize if a weird word or five gets through, I'm dictating while I walk to the break room to collect my things, no wait don't write that do not send-
I do apologize if a weird word or five gets through, I'm dictating while I walk to the break room to collect my things, no wait don't write that do not send-
Hello Megatron! Would you like to come to Maccadam's for a party on the 22nd of this month, to celebrate my cohort's second birthday with my brother Nightwave and I?
I understand you also met with misfortune today. Sound off if you aren't dead.
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