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[Action] Greetings Fellow Bad End (Are You My Megs?)

[scopescope]

Perceptor had heard through the grapevine, i.e. from Brainstorm, that there was a new Megatron on board. Not Antlers. Not even the other one he'd heard of and briefly interacted with. No. This was a Megatron that came from their time, their universe, and didn't match Brainstorm's sub-atomic frequency. Which meant... Well, logically the only choice was that it meant this Megatron was from the jump that failed, just like he was.

And despite everything, and 800 something years to get past it, a part of Perceptor still considered Megatron to be his captain. Just like Rodimus. And if this was his Megatron, for lack of a better word indicator, then Perceptor wanted to check on him. Make sure that he was alright. It was, after all, the least he could do for someone he had considered dead or near-dead for 800 years.

Which put him in front of Megatron's hab-suite, shoulders squared, and knocking on the door.

[towards_peace]

Megatron was understandably apprehensive of the knock at his hab-suite door. While he trusted some of the faces here, there was no guarantee that the next mech he saw wasn't one coming to visit some sort of retribution upon him. Not that he terribly blamed anyone for that.

Instead, as he opened the hab suite door with mildly guarded apprehension, he was faced with Perceptor. He sized up the other mech, one of many from his former crew whom he hadn't seen since his incarceration, promptly upon the Lost Light's return to Cybertron.

He found himself staring a moment, expression complex. "Perceptor," he said, cordial and somewhat curious. He was wrapped in thought for a moment before stepping aside, motioning brusquely for the scientist to enter if he liked. "I continue to be surprised by familiar faces. Come in."

[scopescope]

Perceptor had to take a moment. Just a beat or two. There, in front of him, yes. It was his Megatron. The one he had stood and testified for in a trial that was technically fair and yet still skewed against the former warlord. There was no possible way this Megatron, with the air of sorrow around him, had come from a universe that hadn't decided it would be better off without him.

A sad, bitter universe that killed those that did everything in their power to protect it. Or almost killed.

Perhaps it was Perceptor who was becoming bitter without a solid goal anymore.

"Megatron," he answered as he stepped through the door. "I heard of your arrival from Brainstorm. He had... reason... of sorts, to believe we hail from the same timeline." He loosely folded his arms. "I didn't make the jump either. I'm sorry we couldn't do more to reduce your sentence."

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The expression Megatron gave in reply was complicated. His optic ridges pinched slightly, expression clouding with something curious and a little sad. He gave a thoughtful 'hmh' before breaking away from Perceptor. Absently, made a silent gesture toward the couch, inviting Perceptor to take a seat. Meanwhile, he drifted towards the view port that took up most of the back wall of his suite and looked through it, arms folded behind his back.

"Yes, he's already visited me," he said with a twinge of far-away amusement. "Something about how I've 'blown all his theories' and 'skewed his data points.'" He looked back at Perceptor again with a half smile. Something tightened inside him - a conflicted feeling. In a strange way, he took a small sense of relief in having someone else here who had missed their chance continuing on their extended lap of honor. "I... appreciate what you tried to do for me. You and the others. Perhaps it's a selfish wish, given what I had to answer for, but..." He looked back out the view port. "I do take some solace in the fact that, in another universe, there are versions of us who were able quest into the stars forever."

[scopescope]

Perceptor surprised himself by laughing at the way Megatron spoke of Brainstorm. Yeah, that sounded about right. "All things considered, you did disprove one of his theories by appearing here," he said, faintly amused, "blowing all of them is a gross exaggeration." He settled with one hip leaned up against the couch, looking past Megatron to the star field outside the view port.

"I think Rodimus put it best when he told the council you'd already atoned," he mused. "But yes, knowing that it worked in the end is comforting." He vented deep, slow, and dragged his attention back to Megatron, watching him for a moment. "We missed you, all of us. Minimus and Rodimus perhaps most of all. You really did become a good friend to the crew, you know."

audio, very late at night, clearly someone just couldnt sleep and was scrolling UN: megan

[areaman]

Always with the fragging short-- Ah! You're back. You know, your selfish disappearance made Minimus incredibly upset. I had to take him to sort some wires to get him to remotely calm down, it was very inconvenient!

[the most emotionally constipated man you've ever seen tries to express concern for someone to the wrong person. incredible. he's still not sure how to approach this. he understands this megatron on as deep a level as he doesn't.

but, most importantly:] Did you happen to come back with any of your writing?

[towards_peace]

[ He sighs at the username and answers the message in a somewhat curt tone. ]

Yes, well. While you have my condolences on the disappearance of my counterpart, I'm afraid you'll find that I'm not the same version of myself that you met before. I have no memory of being here. Everyone can feel free to stop attributing those memories to me anytime now, in fact.

[ He does regret that he cannot fill this unexpected hole that his other-universe-self had left behind. His voice gentles somewhat. ]

I've come empty-handed, I'm afraid. I've only got what I still carry in my databanks. [ A curious pause. ] Did my counterpart share his writing before?

[areaman]

You're not-- ah. That's... complicated. [but not his problem, so megatron drops it now and forever! get fucked! he will not think about how common it seems to be megatrons get clowned on by alternate versions of their own damn selves!] No, a version of Ravage did. I am unsure if she even is the same as the one you knew, but you must at least be from the same cluster, given the extreme differences in our frames. I was going to ask if you would care to share them with the library, as I think our history is vital to...

[there's a pause here, as he realises he sounds so much like optimus now. horrible. he needs to go do a war crime.]

...archive, even if this isn't the reality in which it originally occurred. For some of us, this is all we have now. Your writing is also very similar to the speeches the Optimus of my universe wrote for me. I was just curious.

[ugh, not the answer he wanted to either of those questions. the wind has gone out his sails a little.]

Have you met Antlers yet?

[towards_peace]

[ A thoughtful hum resonates over the comm. He fights down the consternation that comes with knowing that he is a walking reminder of past hardships for this crew - for people he doesn't even know. He pushes thoughts of Minimus aside. He isn't a stranger to hurting people because of his past, but the fact that he has no memory of this particular transgression embitters him.

[ He happily shifts topics, though the memory of his fallen friend is still not particularly comforting. His tone is colored with a hopeful sort of apprehension. ] I haven't run into Ravage yet. But you may be correct... my version of Ravage was not a "she." [ Nor is he alive anymore, but he isn't going to say that. The implications of time and gender are both too great to unpack in this conversation. ] I haven't written in some time, but... [ A small pause. He supposes he can see the merit behind it. He's unaware how sentimental the idea for his counterpart, since his own version of Optimus hadn't been an archivist. ] I could transcribe what I'm able to, for archival purposes. If we're to lay claim to the R2 as our home... [ He falters at that turn of phrase. A little too tyrannical, when he puts it that way. He pushes it aside. ] we still have an obligation to remember the pieces of our past.

[ Another pause, this one more irritable. ] No, I've only heard of him in passing. Another counterpart of ours, correct?

[areaman]

[picture the following: megatron with his big ol' boots up on his desk in the back of the library with about ten different holoscreens open in front of him. he could be taking this more seriously and treating his counterpart's words with the respectful gravitas he knows is due, but also when it comes to his alternates he finds he likes to split his focus by watching galactic stock market crashes and videos of bridges collapsing. it's cute when organics think they can do things, and it stops him thinking of the handprint burned into his chest. we all cope in our own ways.]

Of course. There's likely a way to revive the Cybertron here, and perhaps if we can avoid past mistakes... I could fill another library with my own. [it's reproachful, but he's far past letting himself live in comfortable denial. that all ended when the fire nation judge-starscream attacked them all.] Not to mention the variety that gets covered by the nature of so many differing realities present. Why not impart what you can, even if it's painful?

[unspoken; it's clear he believes the ones who have made the most and worst mistakes are megatrons and therefore are the ones that could offer that specific kind of wisdom.]

Yes! That's the name he's given himself. [he hesitates for a moment, like he's suddenly distracted or rethinking how he wants to go down this road.] He's a pugnacious idiot who's unfortunately deeply gifted at saying the most disgusting combination of words at any given time.

[a beat of consideration, then:] Don't take this as me trying to play any fields or gain favour. I believe it's a fair warning.

[one day, megatron might reflect on something optimus had said to him months ago while talking him down from running out and ripping antlers' head off: he sees the parts of himself that he hates in antlers. it might even inspire another thought.]

Action

[consfound]

[Krok leaves the bar with a box of snacks, ready to head back to the Scavengers Den (a spare room that they ended up sharing). Then he sees Megatron in the hallway. The traitor Megatron. The one who defected and now he and his boys can't go back to Cybertron and deal with the political fallout.

His eyes are trained on his former leader even as he quietly attempts to pass him. "Excuse me."

[towards_peace]

As he's walking down the hallway reading a datapad to catch up on some recent history of the R2, he doesn't pay the other bot much mind until they've almost converged. Megatron lowers his datapad and begins tilting himself to the side to allow for easier passage in the corridor. Then his face shifts with surprise.

"Krok?" He tracks the other mech, optic ridges raised. He turns toward him more fully, curious to find another familiar bot. "The surprises never cease."

[consfound]

He tilts his head, taken aback that Megatron knows about his rename. "There are quite a few Decepticons from our universe on board." Half of them are Scavengers, but they are Krok's. The others don't have to answer to the mech that abandoned his army.

He tightens his grip on the snack care package. "Your Autobots are also here."

[Action] A Soldier, A minicon, and a mysterious Drone

[piorun]

[ Hot Shot had been pacing around the halls, Jolt latched tightly to his back. He fidgets with a small round sentry drone. Curious thing, he found his blueprint for it advanced in the night. Must of done it in one of his fits boredom and recollected nothing from it.

Still he wanted to show it off. The little black drone whirs its internals but it shouldn't' be currently on. Yet it pops out of his hand and begins to flutter about in the air. ]

Hey!! No! Get back here!! I need you!!

[ Jolt beeps out and his blades turn, allowing the young mech to float in the halls trying to catch the naughty drone. ]

Please, I don't want to make anyone upset!

[towards_peace]

[ Megatron hears Hot Shot around the corner of the hallway and prepares himself. Whatever he thinks he's ready for, it's not the sight of a round, black drone sailing by. Surprised, Megatron reaches up and catches the thing in one hand. It flits and whirs against his palm as if struggling to get away.

[ Hot Shot floating in pursuit surprises him when he comes around the corner this time. Megatron puts his other arm up in front of himself as the other mech bumps into it in midair. He quirks and optic ridge at the smaller bot, then shifts a glance at the drone in his hand as he holds it aloft, still struggling and jittering weakly. ]

Hello, Hot Shot. [ His voice is slow with suspicion. He pulls the drone closer, examining it for some sort of control to shut it off, but otherwise it is rooted solidly in his huge grip. ] Does this belong to you?

[piorun]

[ Hot Shot having bumped into the arm bounces back, swirling in a circle only to be unceremoniously dropped by the small pink and red helicopter. Who not only waits there in the air but drops too with a loud array of angry very alive beeps. ]

Don't tell Magnus... I was gonna show it off to the labs cause I built that baby in my sleep! [ Hot Shot says proudly even though he's still face first on the floor giving a thumbs up. Then his hand is kicked by the little Jolt who puts his hands to his hips to beep again. ]

Oh right, Jolt wants to me to say Sorry for ramming into you. Can I have Dead End back? That's the drone's working title!