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[paxpertyrannidem]

Who| Megatron and YOU
What| exploring, being needlessly Extra, making a scene in the walmart with drift
Where| All over Legion World
When| Post the most recent plots.
Warnings/Notes| an overly dramatic reunion, shooting sim robots with big hologram guns

a. biome

Cybertronian wilderness wasn't a particularly comfortable-looking place on its own. Metallic dust coats the hills pulverized by the radiation of a star that normally had little protective atmosphere to get in its way. It was cold and devoid of anything resembling life on Earth. It was home.

What looked like a battlefield coating its surface looked perfectly in line with the rest of the desolate looking place. Dull remnants of once grand buildings and the skeletons of a crashed ships streaked through it. The remains of Kaon just as he remembered it. It had been millenia since their planet had become uninhabitable and their species forced to become space-faring nomads. One would think that perhaps he might opt for a version of their world a little less obliterated by total war, but he preferred this reminder instead.

He even included the makeshift throne crafted from Sentinel Prime himself - half furniture, half Sentinel arranged in a decorative fashion. And it was here Megatron sat, eyes smoldering and with energon cube in hand. He takes a long drink in silence.

b. sim room

After having arrived gunless to an alien world - worse, one full of organic creatures - it doesn't take long for Megatron to fulfill his due diligence and survey some of the weaponry currently available. For posterity, of course. The sim environment is a blank room, with not even a single target in sight. Yet.

What lie at his feet are seven guns, each to scale for a heavily built thirty-five foot space robot. Excessive? Maybe. But totally necessary in Megatron's opinion.

Two were of Cybertronian design: one being his currently missing arm cannon, the other a sniper rifle easily as long as he is tall. To the far right was a simple pistol, rather paltry compared to the other two, but necessary. All solid light holograms generated from the rather specific memories of a person who had intimately used them for millions of years, down to some of the nicks in the metal.

The other four were local models he had found in the database. Two energy-based, two solid projectile. Weapons that had, for whatever reason, been built to a similar scale. There had been more, but he narrowed it down to these four. The closest approximations to the Cybertronian weapons that he could find while perusing archives.

Kneeling down, he could be found examining one of the solid-light guns, disassembling and reassembling it. Reloading it. Examining all the functions and mechanisms and familiarizing himself with the alien tech, occasionally suspicious of the fidelity of the solid light projection. You know. Priorities.

c. cruiser docks

Sometimes, a guy needs the peace and quiet provided by the empty, inhospitable void of space. Flight wasn't something that usually came naturally, but Shockwave and Soundwave had truly done rather marvelous jobs in building him a new body. His vehicle mode handled like a dream.

Eventually, after familiarizing himself with some of the outside of the moon-sized station, he returns, not particularly looking for a proper docking space so much as an area of the bay that had enough room for him to shift back to root mode. He enters the cluster of cruisers as a black, triangular sliver of a space-worthy bomber, purple plumes spewing out of the exhausts.

The black sliver slows over an empty area, splits down the middle and transforms, going from sleek aircraft to grouchy looking Megatron as the engines cut and he lands on his feet.


for drift: shopping area 

On a flight within the larger open areas of Legion World, Megatron spots a familiar white speck on the ground. The only other Cybertronian on this forsaken world, and he had finally found him. Never one to shy away from making a grand entrance, he transforms mid-air, allowing himself to fall towards the open-air courtyard of unassuming shops.

He slows his descent with the jets in his feet, but only just enough to allow for a thud to reverberate in the ground and shake some leaves off the trees planted at the center of various arranged benches. He stands over a futuristic water fountain in front of the exit to the courtyard, paying no mind to the Legion staffers who happened to be attempting to go about their business without giant robots getting in the way.

"It looks like our paths have crossed again, Deadlock."


d. wildcard
ooc: Feel free to poke me for plots at hematite

Comments

C

[smarterthandad]

A three-year-old's work is never done, but only because this particular three-year-old is a workaholic who's very good at evading well-meaning adults. The new traffic routing algorithms will shave several percent off the energy usage in Legion World's non T-gate travel, and a few percentage points of that much volume represents quite a bit of power saved.

And then, of course, someone immediately ignores space traffic control to cruise on in like they're the only person in the universe. Val erupts out of the control tower office, three feet of righteous fury, only to stop short (so to speak) in fascination at Megatron's transformation.

"Cool," says a tiny voice up by Megatron's head. Fortunately for ease of conversation--not to mention a lack of temptation to step on her--Val's standing on a catwalk that puts her about ten feet above him, though there's only so much psychological advantage to that when you're a pint-sized adorable baby holding a plastic teddy bear mug in one hand.

b

[thebioticwoman]

Shepard's carrying a real sniper rifle (can't let Garrus get too cocky about his scores) when she comes across Megatron stripping his simulated one and stops to watch. Drift had been perfectly nice, so Shepard has no reason to suspect the new Cybertronian will be otherwise, at least within the realm of normal behavior. Some people are just naturally set a little crankier, y'know? But she's not going in expecting Sovereign's more flamboyant cousin.

"What does it shoot?"

Bonding over guns...this should be an easy one.

all aboard the drama train

[auramatic]

The presence of another Cybertronian is unmistakable, and this particular presence is one Drift instinctively recognizes. He knows even before he turns around, even before he hears a name long dead, that it’s Megatron. Megatron is here.

Deadlock. From anyone else, it might not have gotten a reaction, but in Megatron’s voice, hauntingly familiar — Drift flinches even as he rises to his feet on a sharp turn. He’d come to the courtyard to sit in peace, a change of scenery from the comforting familiarity of his biome. Being around people, even organics, is still wonderfully refreshing — this place is so full of life — and he’d fallen into a pleasant state of almost-tranquility. He could practically feel his aura growing lighter along with his spirit. Until now.

“Megatron.”

Not Lord Megatron. It’s been a long time since Drift bent his knee to the Decepticon. His usual cheerful energy is muted, almost gone entirely, his optics flat and his expression guarded. The first Cybertronian Drift’s seen since his exile, and it’s Megatron. Why does it have to be Megatron? Drift tenses slightly, but his hands stay at his sides. They’re in a room full of organics — he’s not going to jeopardize their safety if he can help it.

“My name,” he says, optics narrowing slightly, “is Drift.”

A

[truefaceofthelaw]

The biome Rico drifts his way into is... perhaps a little different than the others. Coming in from the edges, he takes his time exploring his surroundings, hovering above the ground and taking everything in curiously. He's had far too much free time on his hands and too much to think recently, and when he gets bored, he gets nosy. The ruins of everything almost reminds him of the immediate aftermath of the Atomic War, and he's just gotta wonder who would make their little slice of home like this. It's exciting.

And oh look, there's a throne right there. As well as an occupant, looks like. He's pretty large. Rico likes that a little less, but that's not gonna stop him.

Hm. Maybe he should get a throne.

"It's a nice place you got here," Rico calls out, sounding amused. If it were possible to swagger without walking, he'd be doing so right now. "A bit dusty, but who am I to judge?"

d. spaaaaace

[unspeakablyevil]

Megatron isn't the only being in need of the peace and quiet provided by the inhospitable void of space. It's been two weeks since the mission to retrieve the missing throne piece, two weeks since the battle with the Executive that left Aku feeling more drained than he'd ever felt. His physical being has recovered since then but his mind could still use some time. Which is why he's in search of a nice, quiet place to absorb the sun... in space. And what better place to absorb the sun than on the moon? The peak of the tallest sunward facing mountain was a perfect spot to bask in the unfiltered radiation.

From a distance, his elongated form looks like a tattered ribbon of darkness falling toward the lunar surface. Once there, he makes himself comfortable on the silvery terrain as if he's basking out on some powdered beach. Despite the lack of oxygen, his flaming brows continue to burn above his closed eyes. It's pleasant here — warm but not too warm (if you consider 220+ degrees F to not be too warm.) There's a nice view of the sun, earth and stars and the Legion's station isn't all that far away. If he's noticed any other spacecraft flying around, Aku hasn't made any indication of it. But if one should cast its shadow upon him, he'll look very annoyed.