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[playfultyrant]

Leave a Message for the new Lord.

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$winglord, text

[lordmegatronhasfallen]

Let me make this very clear, 'Lord' Megatron: touch what's mine again, and you'll live only long enough to regret it.

Slipstream is MINE. Not one of YOUR lackeys to push around.

Re: $winglord, text

[playfultyrant]

I was so certain she belonged to the Runt.

Still, if you're claiming her, maybe teach her how to act so I wouldn't be pushed to punish someone else's pet soldier.

video

[daintylegs]

Hi again! Optimus tried to warn me about you, but I think you're alright.

Anyway how do you feel about big purple and blue boats?

Re: video

[playfultyrant]

Optimus getting in my way once more... [ Cough ]

Boats? I think they make for fine vessels and powerful allies. I have Tidal Wave back home who is a boat of sorts.

[audio]

[daintylegs]

[Hey so when things are going bad and stressful, the best thing to do is commit to making questionable friendships, right?]

Hey Antlers.

You wanna hang out sometime?

Re: [audio]

[playfultyrant]

Tailgate! Little one, I'll gladly hang out with you. Though I will warn you, I've damaged my sight some. Perhaps it would be fine for you to be my seeing-eye friend for a few errands?

[ There's a gentle chuckle. ]

You're free to say no of course. It would be nothing terrible, just some pick-ups of an Energon supply for my room.

video

[seekermiddlemanagement]

[Someone is very fucked up on something, and it's because of this that Slipstream thinks this is a good idea.]

You know what? All Megatrons SHOULD be grey.

You're like a clown Megatron.

And your Decepticons are a circus.

[Gotem!]

Re: video

[playfultyrant]

My you're in drunken spirits today, my dear Slipstream.

Went through all this trouble to send me a video to insult my colors? I'm flattered you care enough that I could use a new paint job.

As for the circus of my Decepticons have become... Why I can't agree with you any more than I already do!

[ It's entirely cruel of him to do this and mess with her when she's clearly unwell and in something she shouldn't have been. But- ]

I'm so sorry, Slipstream. I've underestimated your will and finesse. You're a Seeker who deserves a good future.

I'm afraid though I'm unable to see you at this time. I'm blind and preoccupied or I would give you a proper talk. Perhaps you can give me more advice. Tell me what your Great Leader has that I lack. I mean it. I want to know.

audio

[necrogladiator]

[It's been a while since they've last spoken, the Megatrons avoiding each other the way cats do, but this is important.]

Antlers, do not suppose you have lost a datapad recently?

Re: audio

[playfultyrant]

Ah, dear Skybound. Been some time... but I'm not certain I know what you mean. Mine seem all in place.

[There's curiosity in his voice. ]

Tell me what you've found.

Action

[matrixofleadership]

[ Optimus moves through the halls to the one place people would look for him. At least, they won't look there first.

He slips into the Throne room and hides behind the throne itself. He opens his chest and it's as barren as it has been since the day he arrived.

As time passes of course the Throne's king will return for it. And Optimus simply says. ]

I didn't know where else to hide.

[playfultyrant]

You think you can barge in here while I'm away and expect me to accept that answer. Optimus, you've avoided me the entirety of our stay here. What makes you think I'll let you remain. [ He snears as he reaches the back of his throne watching the young Prime cower.

It's pathetic. Where is the bravado? Where is his adversary? He was supposed to be the one to break Prime to his knees and make him the mess he sees here. ]

A vision

[necrogladiator]

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.

audio

[daintylegs]

Hey Megatron! I just made some cookies and I want to know if you want to try some?

Re: audio

[playfultyrant]

I would be delighted to try anything you make, Tailgate.

[ He's touched by this gesture. ]

audio

[daintylegs]

Hey Antlers! Sorry your date with Minimus didn't go super well.

But! You don't have to despair! How about you let me set you up with a blind date?

I promise you'll get along super well!

[uwu.]

[playfultyrant]

[ Antlers Meg stares at his datapad a moment and a smile crosses his face. Its nice to know there's still those that care about him. ]

Now... you promise. This isn't setting me up with a jail cell is it? [ Light humour, to hide a bruised ego. ]

I would love to partake in a blind date. Tailgate, you're such a delightful friend.

voice UN: Megatron

[areaman]

[ground out like it physically hurts him to say this:] Listen to me well, because I'm only going to say this once. Attacking you in your throne room recently was... not a thought out action. It will not happen again.

Unless you deserve it.

Now you can no longer use that as an excuse to behave despicably. Because I have apologised and set things straight. Good bye.

[playfultyrant]

[ There's a beeping tone that just sounds like Antlers himself making the noise. ]

Sorry your call could not go through, this users mailbox is full.

1/????? sent all at once somehow the moment antlers looks away from his inbox or goes to sleep

[areaman]

[megatron is feeling terrible while he's in the brig and without optimus to whine pathetically to, he decides he will send antlers a barrage of messages. this is poorly thought out and he will regret it, this he already knows, but can't bring himself to care. how can he be expected to just keep everything to himself? who cares if he provokes antlers again?]

It's been a while since I last told you I hate you.

[areaman]

Is this where you were educated?

[he sends antlers a link to an obnoxious forum of faux-political and psychological theorists.]

I think I found a speech of yours in there.

VOICE

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

"Hello and good morning! This is Velocity, from the medibay? I'm trying to familiarize myself with as much of the crew as I can so everyone is at a nice comfort level with me before they come in. Any questions or concerns you may have are very reasonable to have, and I would be delighted to answer them!"

[playfultyrant]

"Velocity, dear. I have no need for seeking a new medic. I am dealing quite fine with my visits from the inferiorly small Ratchet. Thank you for your time, at least You cared enough to ask."

TEXT

[disastertron]

I hear tell you became good friends with fire today. Probably not good enough, if you're able to respond to this.

[playfultyrant]

Oh what great concern you share for fellow Decepticons. I could only imagine you treat them all with this level of respect.

I am quite fine actually. It will be nothing more then an in and out check with the medics.

AUDIO, UN: plentyofsparkles

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

[Immediately after the wifi is back up, Velocity messages Antlers in a rush, sounding almost panicked]

Megatron! I heard on the network the really tall one attacked you and your friend Wheeljack! I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you, I'll come find you!

[playfultyrant]

[ round and round the pinky she goes. It would be several hours before he is allowed to check messages]

I'm brigged, my dear. I am recovered but it is my 'Jack who is in dire need. I am away from him and he does not like medics. Thus I can not sooth him.

AUDIO, UN: Use-the-spare

[incendiarism3]

[Wheeljack is halfway through slurring something to someone when the call goes through, before it is picked up]

The nurse said decepticons don't say sorry, but... he hurt you, didn't he? After-

[Wheeljack swallows audibly]

I am so sorry, my lord, I am- I am so- I'll do better. Be better. I promise.

[playfultyrant]

[ Some time has passed before Megatron is able to answer his poor little soldier. ]

There is nothing to be sorry for, Wheeljack. It's nothing I can't fix. We can't fix

Thrones are replaceable no matter how vintage... you are not

text, very late, UN: Megatron

[areaman]

Seems it's just you and I left.
For now.
This feels like it was inevitable, in a way.

[playfultyrant]

It's strange how it always ends up us, isn't it? Is this too a parody of fate? That it's you and I... I wonder where our others have gone.

Somewhere better?

i'll stop philosophizing. but one can't help but laugh at this.

text; $quickdraw

[quickandthered]

Hey, Megatron...

You said you had builders that gave you a purpose, right? What did you do after they were gone?

Text: Megatronus

[playfultyrant]

I wanted to prove I was better then how they originally made me.

I killed the worst of the two. With my own hands, then told him I would be a Sun that everything would center around.

Of course I was still young and full of my own ego... but finding my own purpose, I stimply tweaked what my creators planned and expanded.

I will not lie though, even if they were terrible I felt lost without their guidance. I had to be my own master.

voice; $quickdraw - 4 days after lethal baby fight

[quickandthered]

Are you around for another training session?

[ His voice is clipped. Devoid of anger, or grief, or really much of anything.

He's back. He doesn't like it. ]

[playfultyrant]

Of course little Quick. I had been waiting.

[ There it is. So soon, a chance. But he will not strike right away. Comfort and training come first. Then the trap will be sprung.]

Text | UN: Sarah13

[arewehuman]

I am uncertian if it is accurate.

[[Attached is a hand-drawn line art image of Antlers.

It's... more stick figure than not and very very stiff. But she's trying! To! Learn! Art!

She has a lot to learn, though.]

The first seventeen were unacceptable. This one is...?

[playfultyrant]

Oh sweet, Sarah. Look at that. You are trying a new project out I see.

I can give little critiques. My horned crown has a third horn in its middle now, it's a little hard to see. And look at this, you got the detailings of my wings nicely, even the little bent joints.

[ He's touched really he is. What a kind gesture ]

ACTION

[incendiarism3]

Wheeljack stood in the middle of the throne room and he stood and he stood and he-

His optics were often unfocused these days, unless directly talking with Quick or his lord or someone else over text.

stood and he stood and he

It was getting harder for him to compensate for the twist introduced into his spark, which meant longer and longer periods of time where he was paralyzed by decisions he didn't even remember were in conflict.

stood and he stood and he

"Decepticons don't say sorry," he mumbled, and didn't understand why.

[playfultyrant]

"What's that, Wheeljack?" Megatron was adjusting some paintings he acquired in his room. Nothing fancy but probably not legally obtained. Forgeries if anything. He'd never get legit copies when the damn room is likey to constantly be attacked...

But they look pretty and liven up the place... The down side is Wheeljack has been standing in place some time. Buffering, he buffers alot these days but Megatron ignored it... its just his will doing his work.

Keeping the trophy nice and comfortable where he was... but.. today he seemed worse off... "Who doesnt' say sorry?"

[ Text ] $hotbodimus

[livefastdieyoung_taao]

[ Attached to the message is a screenshot of the network post. ]

We need to talk.

Now.

[playfultyrant]

I see, so they're starting a list of offensives. Very well, Rodimus. Where shall we meet?

[ unseen in his room he flicks his fingers into absent mist watching them reform on command.

He won't fight them. Yet. See where this goes. ]

Text

[arewehuman]

What is your side of the accusations about Quickman and the attempted kidnappings?

[playfultyrant]

Sarah, let this be a new lesson.

Evil comes in many forms, and sometimes the charming ones are the most vile of all.

Even if my charm is debatable these days.

I... will not defend myself. But I will tell you, be better than me.

AUDIO, DM: Reflected_Light

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

Megatron.

I'm going to follow whatever lead Rodimus chooses to make on this because he's my friend more than you ever were mine, and you matter to him. You matter to him, and his happiness and safety matter to me, so much, but...

How much of that last time was spoke when Wheeljack was missing was you exaggerating things to try and manipulate me, and how much of it was you genuinely being scared and wanting comfort? Is there even a difference?

...They said you did something to him. I was right there comforting you about him being away from you, and then you turned around and did something to the poor thing's mind because of it.

I hope Rodimus is right and that you have more to you than bad choices, because he needs this. And I guess... So do I.

ACTION: A small box outside your door contains a handful of...

[thelordofmisrule]

Audio, backdated to the return shuttle from The Forgotten King

[incendiarism3]

[Wheeljack has spent most of the shuttle ride huddled in a corner with his legs drawn up and his face buried against his daemon, Prolus. It would be easy to confuse this as his doing and saying nothing, but that would be a mistake]

[He has actually been desperately attempting to contact his lord Megatron for most of the flight, repeatedly pinging their location before messaging him via his internal comm]

::My lord... please. Please answer. I left the ship recently, and- and the Queen we encountered spoke to me of obedience, of the time and energies you devoted to attempting to mold me into a proper decepticon, one who is worthy of you. She was right about me, the way you always have been. I shouldn't have-::

::Help me, I can't do this without you.::

[playfultyrant]

[ despite all odds. Wheeljacks seeming vain attempts to seek his master bare fruit after all.

As a simple message scrambles through. Not just in his datapad. But his very mind as well.

The voice of his Lord and Savior.]

:: my poor Wheeljack. I hear you. I am with you always even when you do not see me.

Your abandonment of me is not your fault but a fault it is none the less.

If I could of taken you with me... I would have.

I would have you at my side where you always belonged.

I still care for you and I will return...::

"Soon as I can. You will be mine once more. You and all that I desire."

[ the voice rings in his head. And then fades like. A gentle caress. ]