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Everyone's got their wierd quirks! .. but I am the most unstable kid on the block maybe that makes me sliiighty crazy. 🤪

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B: I SAID GET OFF OF ME YOU DAMN NERDS!!!🤬
M: Kaachan! J-just don't move!😰
Todoroki: I will go through you if you get in my way. 😈
A: 🙄
sex pollen is OUT, honesty pollen is IN. Expose your characters to alien chemicals that make them actually talk to each other
Bumblebee: Please,no--he already follows me around like a-a-a-a ....lost man-cat,no-no he isn't lost, bored? A fan?
only on tiktok would I hear “breedable” and “Elon musk” is the same video
Not too many topics make me want to sanitize my paint job and reformat my processor.
Decipitcons get their aft twisted when I sneak up on them during one of their monologs...continue, I'm listening.

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I promise, I promise, I promise, your fandom experience with be ultimately better if, every time you see something you don’t like, you just ignore it
Will do
+ (Bumblebee) wants to talk.
Breakdown worked quietly and seemed happy to work, heavy lifting was something he was good at and if it meant helping his new team he was more then happy to do whatever he could to make their lives easier.
@rebelbee
It was ‘Spring Cleaning ’ in the deep Nevada mountains-held the reclusivory Autobot base. Everything outside was desolate and windy, dust and sand everywhere inside the base, Bumblebee had the prestige privilege of …dusting….
And it was everywhere, in everything, you couldn’t avoid the dust particle whenever he dusted with his make shift duster,which Ratchet had unceremoniously and grumbley,handed over,more like tossed to,what Bumblebee is certain to be the humans tele communications pole wrapped in miles of random colored fabrics.
Sometime into dusting the ceiling, the fabric started to shred and hang loose, Bumblebee stood on the platform that was the communications area, light electric hued optics stares up at the rocky colossal ceiling,it seemed to be an endless chore,his helm and back tilt back in a groan. “Ahh,this is taking too long.” He groans again,waving the 'duster’ apparatus a loose piece fell below, unseemingly the dusty fabric lands on Breakdown, in his comm a cassette plays, the tune catchy he straightens his back,duties are duties.
Bee started to hum to the song..'hey-ey-WHATS..tha matter with yer hey-aed..’ the jive got him in a more agreeable position to stay focused on the task at hand and still dance. Waving the pole, he slides on his peds to the right, quickly spots more offending dirt and waves the pole, sliding on his pads side to side, a spin he faced his next target-the communications area, he didn’t have to do much as Ratchet seemed to be more of clean freak than he realized on closer inpection of spotless buttons and monitor.
Bumblebee scans the area and is shocked that indeed there is not a speck of anything…“Whoa, I thought Ratchet has a problem but this…[scanningscanning]…CLEAN.” He verifies to himself or he thought,down below he heard solid peds walk slow and someone lifts something heavy enough but still seemed quiet at the same time.
Curious, he didn’t remember anyone being with him but he has been singing and humming throughout at least one Guardians of the Galaxy album. On that realization,he colors, how long has Breakdown, their new recruit been down below?
Frag! Bee watched as Breakdown picked up containers three times his size, he would of had to 'leverage’ his way into moving those, literally using cables and and wenches to lift,move and set down the process would of taken him longer but it would of still been done,even if he moved 'doubled time’ still Bee would take longer than most due to his somewhat diminutive size. In the end he would of assigned someone else to do the heavy lifting.
Leaning over the railing of the upper observation deck, the music in his comm was loud enough, that one would hear it’s distorted music his helm.
He knew this Breakdown,once Decipitcon, now allies with them, he hasn’t completely put his faith in the change of allegiance but he does believe in second chances and everyone is allowed that until proven differently. “I would of been at that all day.” He says to Breakdown below.
Bumblebee shoulders lift,his arms up with palms up,his shrugs his mech shoulders. "I guess, Ratchet will find something for me that will enhance my problem solving protocols." Surprisingly, Breakdown was easy to talk to, who would of thought? "So,Breakdown, I am Bumblebee and what do you do for quality entertainment?"
@break-downn
+ (Bumblebee) wants to talk.
Breakdown worked quietly and seemed happy to work, heavy lifting was something he was good at and if it meant helping his new team he was more then happy to do whatever he could to make their lives easier.
@rebelbee
It was 'Spring Cleaning ' in the deep Nevada mountains-held the reclusivory Autobot base. Everything outside was desolate and windy, dust and sand everywhere inside the base, Bumblebee had the prestige privilege of ...dusting....
And it was everywhere, in everything, you couldn't avoid the dust particle whenever he dusted with his make shift duster,which Ratchet had unceremoniously and grumbley,handed over,more like tossed to,what Bumblebee is certain to be the humans tele communications pole wrapped in miles of random colored fabrics.
Sometime into dusting the ceiling, the fabric started to shred and hang loose, Bumblebee stood on the platform that was the communications area, light electric hued optics stares up at the rocky colossal ceiling,it seemed to be an endless chore,his helm and back tilt back in a groan. "Ahh,this is taking too long." He groans again,waving the 'duster' apparatus a loose piece fell below, unseemingly the dusty fabric lands on Breakdown, in his comm a cassette plays, the tune catchy he straightens his back,duties are duties.
Bee started to hum to the song..'hey-ey-WHATS..tha matter with yer hey-aed..' the jive got him in a more agreeable position to stay focused on the task at hand and still dance. Waving the pole, he slides on his peds to the right, quickly spots more offending dirt and waves the pole, sliding on his pads side to side, a spin he faced his next target-the communications area, he didn't have to do much as Ratchet seemed to be more of clean freak than he realized on closer inpection of spotless buttons and monitor.
Bumblebee scans the area and is shocked that indeed there is not a speck of anything..."Whoa, I thought Ratchet has a problem but this...[scanningscanning]...CLEAN." He verifies to himself or he thought,down below he heard solid peds walk slow and someone lifts something heavy enough but still seemed quiet at the same time.
Curious, he didn't remember anyone being with him but he has been singing and humming throughout at least one Guardians of the Galaxy album. On that realization,he colors, how long has Breakdown, their new recruit been down below?
Frag! Bee watched as Breakdown picked up containers three times his size, he would of had to 'leverage' his way into moving those, literally using cables and and wenches to lift,move and set down the process would of taken him longer but it would of still been done,even if he moved 'doubled time' still Bee would take longer than most due to his somewhat diminutive size. In the end he would of assigned someone else to do the heavy lifting.
Leaning over the railing of the upper observation deck, the music in his comm was loud enough, that one would hear it's distorted music his helm.
He knew this Breakdown,once Decipitcon, now allies with them, he hasn't completely put his faith in the change of allegiance but he does believe in second chances and everyone is allowed that until proven differently. "I would of been at that all day." He says to Breakdown below.
A New Universe
Closed starter with @rebelbee Dreadwing had recently been given his new Matrix of Darkness. He was in a faction all to himself. The mech did not believe that he was fit to be around others. Even Decepticons were ‘lighter’ than what he was now. He had an aura around him that pulsed with Darkness and hatred. If another Cybertronian was around him for too long, they could get Dark Energon poisoning from his Matrix, though according to Unicron, the Dark Energon would not truly infect them, just make them feel weak while they were in his presence. It was another thing that Unicron felt he needed to do to protect his first, and only, Prime. A Prime he had stolen away from Primus as a reward for saving the being from insanity. Of course, it kind of helped the celestial being’s case that he had been merged with the Decepticon Prime during the battle and subsequent imprisonment. And he had not even taken over Dreadwing’s body by force, the mech had freely invited Unicron to inhabit his body… mainly because he knew that he would not stand a chance in a battle against Primus.
Now, the Dark Prime was wandering a completely new world. It was one that he had never visited before, at least that he could remember. Cybertron was beautiful here. The metal was shimmering from love and care while the streets were clear of any trash. It was utterly spectacular. He saw many Cybertronians that would eventually become similar to some of the Autobots and Decepticons that he knew. They all looked peaceful and content.
Then he stepped into Kaon.
It instantly felt like he had been transported into a different world. The buildings were dull grey with burn marks on them. Trash covered the streets along with an overwhelming number of injured and neglected Cybertronians. It was truly sad that just steps away Cybertron was flourishing while Kaon was drowning in pain and despair. The mech’s dark aura penetrated his surroundings and any that might have caused him harm, cowered away from him.
He went to visit the Gladiatorial pits to see if Megatronus was there yet, or if he was too soon in the timeline for the mech. Or maybe it was in the small window of time where Megatronus was no longer fighting but was not yet the Decepticon leader. Dreadwing wished that he might be able to save another universe from total death, but with having only saved about ten percent of the universes that he visited, the mech was wary about interfering for good or bad. He also did not want to give in to the temptation of simply… ending the wars before they could get out of hand. So he half-convinced himself that he was just going to observe this new universe, try to not interfere in the politics of it.
At least until he saw something, or someone, that would change his processor.
The Dark Prime noticed how Megatronus seemed to be worried about Orion Pax and his face softened a fraction. “You really care about Optimus-I mean Orion Pax, don’t you?” If he could feel more than just the barest of emotions then his spark would have warmed at the sight. “Megatronus, you must accept that he will be a Prime. If you don’t then it will tear the two of you so far apart that you will take up the motto, ‘peace through tyranny’ and Orion will stand firmly against you. His ranks will be made up of the privileged of Cybertron while yours will be composed of the Gladiators and slaves.” He paused for a moment. “Somehow he will train his army until it is able to meet yours hit for hit in combat.” Dreadwing looked at Alpha Trion as the Archivist stormed up to him. His optics were curious as he watched the Prime and an easy smile took over his face. “Alpha Trion. If you are here to fight then you should have brought the others with you. Though I daresay that Nexus doesn’t want to see me ever again. I believe I’ve taken his training and corrupted it beyond anything he ever imagined.” He relaxed in his seat as he watched the Prime losing his temper. Alpha Trion glared at the mech. “Prime? He cannot be a Prime if he has Unicron within his spark.” He looked at Megatronus with suspicion in his optics, of course that was nothing new, he had always been suspicious of the mech that had named himself after The Fallen. “I knew he was here because I could feel the Dark Energon move through Cybertron. I knew the moment he appeared in our universe. Dreadwing finally stood up and faced the Archivist with a firm look in his optics. “I assure you, Alpha Trion, that I am a Prime. I was one of Primus’s Primes before a version of him screwed up so badly that we had to fight against him. The only way for me to do that was to welcome Unicron into my spark. It took two Matrix of Leaderships to imprison that version of Primus and a Prime who was willing to sacrifice her life to purify him. Primus freely allowed Unicron to make me his Original Prime. Where Primus had Thirteen, Unicron had One. He forged my new Matrix out of Darkness and Dark Energon. I can command the Dark Energon with barely a thought. I can infect the dead with a push of my aura.” He looked back at Megatronus and smirked. “You will only ‘detain’ me should I deem it necessary to teach you.” He looked back at Alpha Trion. “And I am not lying.” Orion arrived back at the booth and frowned seeing what was unfolding. “Alpha Trion, welcome.” He handed Megatronus his drink before sitting the other two down. He did not like how tense the atmosphere seemed to be around the three mechs. “Why don’t we all just calm down and sit. Have a drink and some friendly conversations.” He looked at Alpha Trion again. “Like why this mech somehow seems to think that I am one of the Original Thirteen Primes.” “All Uniccron ever does is lie. If you are with him then you cannot be trusted either.” The mech said as he allowed everything that this so called Dreadwing Prime said to wash over him. As long as neither Megatronus nor Orion Pax believed it then he could pretend that everything the mech said was a lie. A flash of alarm flared across the Original Prime’s optics at Orion said that this Dreadwing ‘Prime’ had said that he was the Thirteenth Prime. They had tried to conceal that fact from Orion Pax since the mech had his memories wiped and he was reformatted into a new body.
Chrome helm turns slightly at Dreadwings question,cerulean optics relax as he then fully faced Dreadwing,not answering the first question, while he does care for Orion more than anyone will ever understand,in fact he wouldn’t shy away from the conversation if it steered that way, it was what Dreadwing uttered before his name, fairly certain Dreadwing made a mistake and hastily corrected that mistake.
As his digits lace together on the table,Megatronous leans in,listening carefully to everything, to be frank a lot seemed far-fetched, Dreadwing’s demeanor changed-he was desperate and spoke faster,he went on explaining more about ‘him’ and 'Orion’ his processor was trying fathom Dreadwing and his knowledge about the future-about ready to confront Dreadwing and ask, what was the name he just covered over and ask him to explain in more detail- he was interested by Orion’s sudden appearance at the table, Megatronous still eyeing Dreadwing carefully when Orion sets down tall glasses in front of them.
Grabbing his,Megatronous slides down the seat, making room for Orion. Still staring in mild disbelief that he rubbed his chin in consternation.
Absolutely everything had faded, his processor reeling, his opinion on TIME has changed. At that moment, a new interruption had burst into the bar, Megatronous’s helm again,changed direction and he gave a significant frown at the ancient elder,Alpha Trion, that was the center of attention now, his booming voice startles the bars patrons, stalked over and immediately started in about Unicron. Megatronous was also hanging on Dreadwings words, 13 Prime? This new information changes things. It appears Dreadwing is telling the truth at least his truth and that he is from an alternate reality. “Frag.” He said out loud, this has turned into a complicated clusterfrag. Megatronous glances between the three mechs and starting chuckling, he leans back in his seat and his chuckling turned into laughter. Perhaps he has officially had several screws knocked loose and this is a just a nightmare that he hasn’t woke from.
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“Don’t carry your mistakes around with you. Instead, place them under your feet and use them as stepping stones to rise above them.”
— Unknown (via perfectquote)
[When your canons meet each other for the first time.]
Bumblebee: Wait,what?!? Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez is an fan?
Grimmjow: A sports car that can transform into a forty story,martial artist- battle mech is just fuckin' badass.
Bumblebee: ....wanna drive?
Grimmjow: HAHAHA...do I wanna drive,what is this the History Channel?
Bumblebee: *grins* Oh no,this is the Speed Network.
@thatdecepticonprime
A New Universe
Closed starter with @rebelbee Dreadwing had recently been given his new Matrix of Darkness. He was in a faction all to himself. The mech did not believe that he was fit to be around others. Even Decepticons were ‘lighter’ than what he was now. He had an aura around him that pulsed with Darkness and hatred. If another Cybertronian was around him for too long, they could get Dark Energon poisoning from his Matrix, though according to Unicron, the Dark Energon would not truly infect them, just make them feel weak while they were in his presence. It was another thing that Unicron felt he needed to do to protect his first, and only, Prime. A Prime he had stolen away from Primus as a reward for saving the being from insanity. Of course, it kind of helped the celestial being’s case that he had been merged with the Decepticon Prime during the battle and subsequent imprisonment. And he had not even taken over Dreadwing’s body by force, the mech had freely invited Unicron to inhabit his body… mainly because he knew that he would not stand a chance in a battle against Primus.
Now, the Dark Prime was wandering a completely new world. It was one that he had never visited before, at least that he could remember. Cybertron was beautiful here. The metal was shimmering from love and care while the streets were clear of any trash. It was utterly spectacular. He saw many Cybertronians that would eventually become similar to some of the Autobots and Decepticons that he knew. They all looked peaceful and content.
Then he stepped into Kaon.
It instantly felt like he had been transported into a different world. The buildings were dull grey with burn marks on them. Trash covered the streets along with an overwhelming number of injured and neglected Cybertronians. It was truly sad that just steps away Cybertron was flourishing while Kaon was drowning in pain and despair. The mech’s dark aura penetrated his surroundings and any that might have caused him harm, cowered away from him.
He went to visit the Gladiatorial pits to see if Megatronus was there yet, or if he was too soon in the timeline for the mech. Or maybe it was in the small window of time where Megatronus was no longer fighting but was not yet the Decepticon leader. Dreadwing wished that he might be able to save another universe from total death, but with having only saved about ten percent of the universes that he visited, the mech was wary about interfering for good or bad. He also did not want to give in to the temptation of simply… ending the wars before they could get out of hand. So he half-convinced himself that he was just going to observe this new universe, try to not interfere in the politics of it.
At least until he saw something, or someone, that would change his processor.
At that revelation Orion Pax froze. He never considered it before, but how exactly did the lowly Archivist know that Unicron was not a myth after all. How could he have gained the support and attention of the last remaining of the Thirteen? There was information in his processor that he had no recollection of learning. “Megatronus…” His voice was barely a whisper. The young mech was shaken to his very core. The Dark Prime smirked at Megatronus. “Oh yes… and whoever are you going to send to detain me? Soundwave? Jetfire? Starscream? Or maybe Orion will send a little bug or two after me.” The mech finally succeeded in pulling his dark energy back within his body and clamped his iron will around keeping it contained. “You know, Megatron, I have beaten all those mechs before. I was trained by a version of yourself. There is nothing you could do that would surprise me.” Although, there probably was… if the mech summoned Alpha Trion. He had not done battle against an Original Prime in a very long time and had never won against one of them. Dreadwing Prime walked right up to Megatronus and stepped inside his personal bubble. “What answers do you want Megatronus? Hmm? Do you want to know if you will ever be awarded a Matrix? Or maybe you want to know how long it will be before Orion’s Matrix finds its’ way back to him?” He glanced over at the mech in question and smirked. “I’d say it won’t be too long now. He will become Optimus Prime, just like in every other version of this universe.” Orion finally snapped out of the fog he was in and glared at the mech. “If all of what you have said is true, then no matter what we are enemies. If I really am this Prime that you say I am, then they were created to destroy Unicron. They were created to fight against him and all of his servants.” He walked over to Megatronus and stood shoulder to shoulder with the mech. The Dark Prime observed the two for a moment and tilted his helm to the side. Was this what he needed to do? Is this how he would be able to unite two factions into one? Would he need to bring the wrath of Unicron down on this planet? “So you say Orion Pax. I never lie.” A smirk graced his lips as he considered what to say next. “Now you two can work with me to make this Cybertron a better place….. Or we can work against each other and I will destroy everything and everyone you two hold dear.”
“Everything you have uttered is not going to simply justify that we will perform the same mistakes, follow your mind to conclusion, there are too many variables to think that I or we will make the same mistakes, nothing has come to pass as you say and to note young Dark Prime, you were the one who came in here with your dark aura and touting devastation.” The rest Megatronous ignores, it was mere distractions and so this Dreadwing thinks he knows them? Him? If this is what is going to pass of which Megatronous is now determined that these events will not transpire, then he will do what he typically may not do, by law Dreadwing would be detained in their facility while Soundwave extracts the truth out. This will be different.
Megatronous smiled an curious smile, one that said-you-stepped-on-the-wrong-peds as Dreadwing took a step forward, Megatronous easily held his ground, battling in the Pits have made him impervious to personal challenges and threats. Enjoying the close hand-to-hand-combat Dreadwings darkness may scare himself but never Megatronous. That is what is different about him, the challenge never made him back down, all it does is fuel him. “We do not respond to threats, I do not respond to threats…no matter who you are or where you hail.” His servo up, directs Dreadwing to their booth, offering for the mech to take a seat.“ Orion and I will detain you here. ” with that he turns his profile, speaks low to Orion. “I think we deserve some mild to moderate drinks.” Megatronous claps Orion on the shoulder and pauses. Seeing Orions entire reaction he felt sympathy for both of them, as this outlier has changed everything. “None of what that outlier speaks, will come to pass.” Megatronous spoke with renewed determination. He will not let them be divided. “We didn’t ask for this, I didn’t, not like this.” Megatronous vehemently adds with sorrowful conviction, truly genuine, if it’s something he just learned is he has control over his destiny.
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Dreadwing Prime looked at Megatronus for a moment. He considered what the mech was saying. This mech did seem a little different than the other Megatronus’s that he had encountered in the past. Maybe this was one of those rare universes where Megatronus and Orion Pax would not have ended up as enemies. Maybe he truly was the one in the wrong here. That was a daunting thought. “Hmm, maybe you are right Megatronus.” The Dark Prime walked over and sat down. “You know that you will only ‘detain’ me for as long as I allow it, right? I have fought mechs with much more power and skills than you currently have.” He was not trying to be arrogant, the mech was honestly just stating the facts as he saw them. Orion Pax slightly relaxed as Megatronus did not seem to be angry at him. “But what if he is correct Megatronus? What if I actually am already a Prime but have had my memories locked?” His optics were filled with dread at the thought that he could be partially responsible for the current state of Cybertron. That he could be responsible for the caste system. “I-I’m sorry Megatronus. I feel like I have failed you.” He walked over to the bar counter and ordered some drinks for them. While Megatronus was a light drinker, Orion could actually handle his heavier stuff. So he ordered to stiff drinks, one for the Dark Prime and one for him, while ordering a drink for Megatronus that was somewhere between light and medium. Once they were done he walked back to the table with them, his servos shaking slightly. At that moment a tall mech walked in the bar. His glowing blue optics were dark in rage as they finally met the Darkness that he had felt in Iacon. “Taint of Unicron.” He growled as he stalked towards the mech, ready to fight against him if he needed to. “You are not welcome on Cybertron.” Alpha Trion said as he looked at Megatronus and Orion Pax. “Do not listen to anything he says, all Unicron does is lie.”
This was definitely turning out to be a rather complicated day but nothing they cannot handle,Megatronous thought dryly to himself. His expression matching his mood when Dreadwing complies,he didn't even respond right away to his words, admittedly Megatronous is more, concerned about Orion not only is Orion second guessing himself because of this Dreadwing Prime words, as is second guessing from either of them isn't anything that has existed in their processors...until now.
Watching a retreating Orion's back he saw that weight rest heavy on Orion's shoulders and anger started to seep in, knowing in some way-this is the last time things stay as they are, from now Megatronous and Orion will be changed and it won't go back to how things were, Megatronous somehow just 'knew' that something is beyond their control,that destiny is already unfolding fast enough that they may not have the strength to stop it.
While the dark mech before him, he mused didn't realize he sat down already,it was as if perhaps he is in shock, the Dark Prime was close to accurate about them but not close enough, Megatronous imagines this must be some desperate attempt to get their attention,whatever events have already unfolded in these 'alternative timelines' must of ended the same--violence and a breakdown of Cybertron caste system a part of him has hopes that the system was reworked but their is a high cost.
Though he remains the same, Megatronous wants all to be united,avoiding potential war is critical more than ever with the blasting light of truth from the Dark Prime. Speaking of...
Megatronous optics zero in in the other males optica they were a deep indigo, it was obvious he is infected with Dark Energon, Megatronous had only seen small tell-tale signs but this was obvious but why?
His mouth had formed a thin line and started to open and speak, curious about the Dark Prime if he intentionally infected himself,when Alpha Trion burst through the bar's entrance, his optics widen as the sage one came in quick, never seeing the old mech move quite so quickly had Megatronous a lost for words. Alpha Trion's gaze was wild with fury and points a digit at the Dark Mech and demands for the room to stay clear of the Dark Prime, Megatronous tried to stand and meet Alpha Trion before anything escalates but the ancient mech was surprisingly there and blocked his way from getting out.
Once realizing he was too close Alpha Trion steps back giving them space.
Megatronous stood, the bar had not emptied mostly because the citizens do not care and went blithely back to mingling with each other.
"Alpha Trion. " Megatronous retorts mildly at the old Mech. "We are ready to detain and question...Dreadwing Prime, surely you understand we cannot act appropriately without questioning him and ....how did you know he was here?" He asks,suspicious of the old mechs timing.
Tip: Megatronous rarely drinks the bars hard oil, he is there for the social interaction, he is surprisingly quite the social butterfly.
So when he drinks hard oil at any bar, it means it's a baaaad day.
A New Universe
Closed starter with @rebelbee Dreadwing had recently been given his new Matrix of Darkness. He was in a faction all to himself. The mech did not believe that he was fit to be around others. Even Decepticons were ‘lighter’ than what he was now. He had an aura around him that pulsed with Darkness and hatred. If another Cybertronian was around him for too long, they could get Dark Energon poisoning from his Matrix, though according to Unicron, the Dark Energon would not truly infect them, just make them feel weak while they were in his presence. It was another thing that Unicron felt he needed to do to protect his first, and only, Prime. A Prime he had stolen away from Primus as a reward for saving the being from insanity. Of course, it kind of helped the celestial being’s case that he had been merged with the Decepticon Prime during the battle and subsequent imprisonment. And he had not even taken over Dreadwing’s body by force, the mech had freely invited Unicron to inhabit his body… mainly because he knew that he would not stand a chance in a battle against Primus.
Now, the Dark Prime was wandering a completely new world. It was one that he had never visited before, at least that he could remember. Cybertron was beautiful here. The metal was shimmering from love and care while the streets were clear of any trash. It was utterly spectacular. He saw many Cybertronians that would eventually become similar to some of the Autobots and Decepticons that he knew. They all looked peaceful and content.
Then he stepped into Kaon.
It instantly felt like he had been transported into a different world. The buildings were dull grey with burn marks on them. Trash covered the streets along with an overwhelming number of injured and neglected Cybertronians. It was truly sad that just steps away Cybertron was flourishing while Kaon was drowning in pain and despair. The mech’s dark aura penetrated his surroundings and any that might have caused him harm, cowered away from him.
He went to visit the Gladiatorial pits to see if Megatronus was there yet, or if he was too soon in the timeline for the mech. Or maybe it was in the small window of time where Megatronus was no longer fighting but was not yet the Decepticon leader. Dreadwing wished that he might be able to save another universe from total death, but with having only saved about ten percent of the universes that he visited, the mech was wary about interfering for good or bad. He also did not want to give in to the temptation of simply… ending the wars before they could get out of hand. So he half-convinced himself that he was just going to observe this new universe, try to not interfere in the politics of it.
At least until he saw something, or someone, that would change his processor.
At that revelation Orion Pax froze. He never considered it before, but how exactly did the lowly Archivist know that Unicron was not a myth after all. How could he have gained the support and attention of the last remaining of the Thirteen? There was information in his processor that he had no recollection of learning. “Megatronus…” His voice was barely a whisper. The young mech was shaken to his very core. The Dark Prime smirked at Megatronus. “Oh yes… and whoever are you going to send to detain me? Soundwave? Jetfire? Starscream? Or maybe Orion will send a little bug or two after me.” The mech finally succeeded in pulling his dark energy back within his body and clamped his iron will around keeping it contained. “You know, Megatron, I have beaten all those mechs before. I was trained by a version of yourself. There is nothing you could do that would surprise me.” Although, there probably was… if the mech summoned Alpha Trion. He had not done battle against an Original Prime in a very long time and had never won against one of them. Dreadwing Prime walked right up to Megatronus and stepped inside his personal bubble. “What answers do you want Megatronus? Hmm? Do you want to know if you will ever be awarded a Matrix? Or maybe you want to know how long it will be before Orion’s Matrix finds its’ way back to him?” He glanced over at the mech in question and smirked. “I’d say it won’t be too long now. He will become Optimus Prime, just like in every other version of this universe.” Orion finally snapped out of the fog he was in and glared at the mech. “If all of what you have said is true, then no matter what we are enemies. If I really am this Prime that you say I am, then they were created to destroy Unicron. They were created to fight against him and all of his servants.” He walked over to Megatronus and stood shoulder to shoulder with the mech. The Dark Prime observed the two for a moment and tilted his helm to the side. Was this what he needed to do? Is this how he would be able to unite two factions into one? Would he need to bring the wrath of Unicron down on this planet? “So you say Orion Pax. I never lie.” A smirk graced his lips as he considered what to say next. “Now you two can work with me to make this Cybertron a better place….. Or we can work against each other and I will destroy everything and everyone you two hold dear.”
"Everything you have uttered is not going to simply justify that we will perform the same mistakes, follow your mind to conclusion, there are too many variables to think that I or we will make the same mistakes, nothing has come to pass as you say and to note young Dark Prime, you were the one who came in here with your dark aura and touting devastation." The rest Megatronous ignores, it was mere distractions and so this Dreadwing thinks he knows them? Him? If this is what is going to pass of which Megatronous is now determined that these events will not transpire, then he will do what he typically may not do, by law Dreadwing would be detained in their facility while Soundwave extracts the truth out. This will be different.
Megatronous smiled an curious smile, one that said-you-stepped-on-the-wrong-peds as Dreadwing took a step forward, Megatronous easily held his ground, battling in the Pits have made him impervious to personal challenges and threats. Enjoying the close hand-to-hand-combat Dreadwings darkness may scare himself but never Megatronous. That is what is different about him, the challenge never made him back down, all it does is fuel him. "We do not respond to threats, I do not respond to threats...no matter who you are or where you hail." His servo up, directs Dreadwing to their booth, offering for the mech to take a seat." Orion and I will detain you here. " with that he turns his profile, speaks low to Orion. "I think we deserve some mild to moderate drinks." Megatronous claps Orion on the shoulder and pauses. Seeing Orions entire reaction he felt sympathy for both of them, as this outlier has changed everything. "None of what that outlier speaks, will come to pass." Megatronous spoke with renewed determination. He will not let them be divided. "We didn't ask for this, I didn't, not like this." Megatronous vehemently adds with sorrowful conviction, truly genuine, if it's something he just learned is he has control over his destiny.
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A New Universe
Closed starter with @rebelbee Dreadwing had recently been given his new Matrix of Darkness. He was in a faction all to himself. The mech did not believe that he was fit to be around others. Even Decepticons were ‘lighter’ than what he was now. He had an aura around him that pulsed with Darkness and hatred. If another Cybertronian was around him for too long, they could get Dark Energon poisoning from his Matrix, though according to Unicron, the Dark Energon would not truly infect them, just make them feel weak while they were in his presence. It was another thing that Unicron felt he needed to do to protect his first, and only, Prime. A Prime he had stolen away from Primus as a reward for saving the being from insanity. Of course, it kind of helped the celestial being’s case that he had been merged with the Decepticon Prime during the battle and subsequent imprisonment. And he had not even taken over Dreadwing’s body by force, the mech had freely invited Unicron to inhabit his body… mainly because he knew that he would not stand a chance in a battle against Primus.
Now, the Dark Prime was wandering a completely new world. It was one that he had never visited before, at least that he could remember. Cybertron was beautiful here. The metal was shimmering from love and care while the streets were clear of any trash. It was utterly spectacular. He saw many Cybertronians that would eventually become similar to some of the Autobots and Decepticons that he knew. They all looked peaceful and content.
Then he stepped into Kaon.
It instantly felt like he had been transported into a different world. The buildings were dull grey with burn marks on them. Trash covered the streets along with an overwhelming number of injured and neglected Cybertronians. It was truly sad that just steps away Cybertron was flourishing while Kaon was drowning in pain and despair. The mech’s dark aura penetrated his surroundings and any that might have caused him harm, cowered away from him.
He went to visit the Gladiatorial pits to see if Megatronus was there yet, or if he was too soon in the timeline for the mech. Or maybe it was in the small window of time where Megatronus was no longer fighting but was not yet the Decepticon leader. Dreadwing wished that he might be able to save another universe from total death, but with having only saved about ten percent of the universes that he visited, the mech was wary about interfering for good or bad. He also did not want to give in to the temptation of simply… ending the wars before they could get out of hand. So he half-convinced himself that he was just going to observe this new universe, try to not interfere in the politics of it.
At least until he saw something, or someone, that would change his processor.
“Yes, I do not want to be pacified by taking on the mantle of Prime. All it would do is form a wedge between us, and I will never allow that to happen. We will reform Cybertron together and make it to where every Cybertronian is equaled to the next.” The archivist said in a passionate voice. He firmly believed that nothing would ever tear the two mechs apart. “We will need mine workers in our new society, though. That is something that would not change no matter how much we would wish it.” He tilted his helm to the side in thought. “Maybe instead of them being slaves, or even criminals, we could turn it into a coveted position. Make it to where it is one of the highest compensating jobs on Cybertron, for without the mines we would never survive.” Orion felt the effects of the Dark Energon aura and frowned. “Do you feel that Megatronus?” He asked as his tanks started to feel sick. His processor started to cloud and Dark thoughts started to take hold in him. The Jump Point quickly emptied as Cybertronians fled to where they would be safer, leaving only Megatronus, Orion, and the strange mech in the back of the bar. Dreadwing fought to control his temper, to pull the aura back into himself before any possible damage could be dealt. He felt the other Cybertronians leave the popular bar and laughed. The sound was cold and spark stopping. It would almost feel like the mech’s Energon lines themselves were freezing over. “Of course you two would be the only ones stupid enough to stick around.” He said as he addressed Megatronus and Orion Pax.
Orion’s words were a relief to Megatronous comms, a compensation program for miners and criminals that would glorify the enslaved mechs is exactly what he had in mind. “Your words are favorable, friend.” His wide helm nods, but still in the back ground held some shadow of doubt despite Orion’s altruistic words.
Orion means well and this is also true, they are better working together but what does Orion really know about slavery? Being the subject to scrutiny by many.
In the Pits, is where he has the control…
Pulled away from his progressing thoughts, he heard Orions inquiry, Megatronus must of misheard Orion because it finally made sense to him when he tried to separate what he thought he heard and reality.
What was more so, is a peculiar mech with optics deep as the cosmos, something about the mech was off, he never recalled knowing an insolent mech as the one that simply referred him as having a couple of loose nuts and bolts.
A grin forms from Megatronous, standing to his full height to gaze at an insolent stranger, who appears to know him.
“I know every mech on this sphere and you-my shady brother, I have no recollection.”
Metatronous tilts his sliver helm, thoroughly amused at this brazen mech. “Do tell us. I am awfully curious in oddities like yourself.”
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Orion backed away from the mech a couple steps with a frown on his face. “You feel like… like Unicron…” His voice trailed off as his bright blue optics observed the mech. From his purple optics to the spot to where the mech had ground off his Decepticon insignia. The Dark Prime looked at Orion Pax with an emotionless smirk on his face. “My name is Dreadwing. I am the Prime of Unicron.” He said as he walked to the two mechs. “You are Megatronus.” He said as he addressed the mech. “And I’m going to guess that this is when you start to grow doubtful of Orion’s motivations. You, the mech who would always betray those whom are your brothers.” He looked at Orion this time with a curious look on his face. “I wonder what would happen if you truly refused the Matrix of Leadership, never became Optimus. Would you eventually end up like Soundwave, endlessly loyal to Megatron? Would your Autobots still rise up, but under another’s leadership?” The mech leaned against a table with his arms loose by his sides. “You know Orion, I never really understood how you could betray Megatronus by accepting that Matrix, but now I think that there might be some truth in your true identity being the Visionary Prime.” He said as he looked at Megatronus. “Yes, in most universes there is the legend of the Thirteenth Prime. The one that disappeared before this caste system was implemented. You disappeared the same time that most of the other Thirteen had. Only Alpha Trion remained.” Orion blinked in confusion. “You must be space addled to think that I am secretly a Prime already.” He looked at Megatronus. “I would never betray my brother for those Primes!” His optics were steely now. They definitely looked like a Prime’s optics. The Dark mech laughed as he saw how Orion was denying that he was the lost Prime. “Oh Orion! Don’t you know that Unicron is a myth? That currently no one besides the Thirteen Original Primes know what his energy feels like? No one besides you or the other twelve could identify it! At least, except for me, that is.”
Megatronus gave the brazen mech a level stare, it was as if this, Dreadwing knew what he was just processing quentessan cycles ago.
Dreadwings ire become increasingly known, his verbal assault directed towards them, Megatronus had heard quite enough. Electric hued optic glow in set determination, their cause isn't going to break apart because of an outlier.Dreadwing kept on talking as if things were or have come to pass,the mech on a roll with tirade.
"Enough of this mockery." Megateonous intones out to a growl. "Orion and I didn't get this far just to have an outlier sabatoge everything!" His face was set in a stone, it was set on equally statuesque shoulders, his optics gave a chilly warning. "He should be detained and questioned by our very best, Orion." Megatronous didn't look at the other mech but kept his optics trained on Dreadwimg.
"I want answers."
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A New Universe
Closed starter with @rebelbee Dreadwing had recently been given his new Matrix of Darkness. He was in a faction all to himself. The mech did not believe that he was fit to be around others. Even Decepticons were ‘lighter’ than what he was now. He had an aura around him that pulsed with Darkness and hatred. If another Cybertronian was around him for too long, they could get Dark Energon poisoning from his Matrix, though according to Unicron, the Dark Energon would not truly infect them, just make them feel weak while they were in his presence. It was another thing that Unicron felt he needed to do to protect his first, and only, Prime. A Prime he had stolen away from Primus as a reward for saving the being from insanity. Of course, it kind of helped the celestial being’s case that he had been merged with the Decepticon Prime during the battle and subsequent imprisonment. And he had not even taken over Dreadwing’s body by force, the mech had freely invited Unicron to inhabit his body… mainly because he knew that he would not stand a chance in a battle against Primus.
Now, the Dark Prime was wandering a completely new world. It was one that he had never visited before, at least that he could remember. Cybertron was beautiful here. The metal was shimmering from love and care while the streets were clear of any trash. It was utterly spectacular. He saw many Cybertronians that would eventually become similar to some of the Autobots and Decepticons that he knew. They all looked peaceful and content.
Then he stepped into Kaon.
It instantly felt like he had been transported into a different world. The buildings were dull grey with burn marks on them. Trash covered the streets along with an overwhelming number of injured and neglected Cybertronians. It was truly sad that just steps away Cybertron was flourishing while Kaon was drowning in pain and despair. The mech’s dark aura penetrated his surroundings and any that might have caused him harm, cowered away from him.
He went to visit the Gladiatorial pits to see if Megatronus was there yet, or if he was too soon in the timeline for the mech. Or maybe it was in the small window of time where Megatronus was no longer fighting but was not yet the Decepticon leader. Dreadwing wished that he might be able to save another universe from total death, but with having only saved about ten percent of the universes that he visited, the mech was wary about interfering for good or bad. He also did not want to give in to the temptation of simply… ending the wars before they could get out of hand. So he half-convinced himself that he was just going to observe this new universe, try to not interfere in the politics of it.
At least until he saw something, or someone, that would change his processor.
“Yes, I do not want to be pacified by taking on the mantle of Prime. All it would do is form a wedge between us, and I will never allow that to happen. We will reform Cybertron together and make it to where every Cybertronian is equaled to the next.” The archivist said in a passionate voice. He firmly believed that nothing would ever tear the two mechs apart. “We will need mine workers in our new society, though. That is something that would not change no matter how much we would wish it.” He tilted his helm to the side in thought. “Maybe instead of them being slaves, or even criminals, we could turn it into a coveted position. Make it to where it is one of the highest compensating jobs on Cybertron, for without the mines we would never survive.” Orion felt the effects of the Dark Energon aura and frowned. “Do you feel that Megatronus?” He asked as his tanks started to feel sick. His processor started to cloud and Dark thoughts started to take hold in him. The Jump Point quickly emptied as Cybertronians fled to where they would be safer, leaving only Megatronus, Orion, and the strange mech in the back of the bar. Dreadwing fought to control his temper, to pull the aura back into himself before any possible damage could be dealt. He felt the other Cybertronians leave the popular bar and laughed. The sound was cold and spark stopping. It would almost feel like the mech’s Energon lines themselves were freezing over. “Of course you two would be the only ones stupid enough to stick around.” He said as he addressed Megatronus and Orion Pax.
Orion’s words were a relief to Megatronous comms, a compensation program for miners and criminals that would glorify the enslaved mechs is exactly what he had in mind. “Your words are favorable, friend.” His wide helm nods, but still in the back ground held some shadow of doubt despite Orion’s altruistic words.
Orion means well and this is also true, they are better working together but what does Orion really know about slavery? Being the subject to scrutiny by many.
In the Pits, is where he has the control…
Pulled away from his progressing thoughts, he heard Orions inquiry, Megatronus must of misheard Orion because it finally made sense to him when he tried to separate what he thought he heard and reality.
What was more so, is a peculiar mech with optics deep as the cosmos, something about the mech was off, he never recalled knowing an insolent mech as the one that simply referred him as having a couple of loose nuts and bolts.
A grin forms from Megatronous, standing to his full height to gaze at an insolent stranger, who appears to know him.
“I know every mech on this sphere and you-my shady brother, I have no recollection.”
Metatronous tilts his sliver helm, thoroughly amused at this brazen mech. “Do tell us. I am awfully curious in oddities like yourself.”
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