[Open Log - One last time]

[megaton]

Who: Open
What: Megatron has calmed down enough to say a few last words.
Where: Megatronus Prime's Arena
When: Today
Notes: This follows Megatron's rampage around the Haven. After being subdued, he asks that he be allowed to die fighting Optimus Prime. He's unstable, but he will talk to any who approach. You may also act as one of his bodyguards if you think your character would be so inclined.




It shouldn't have ended this way.

One of the few pieces of his mind that was still intact could not let go of that idea, thinking on all the Megatrons he had met, and their wars, and how far they'd gone and how it never stopped because they were too stubborn to die.

He'd been too stubborn to die, himself, once or twice.

The transtechs had seen to the rest.

Now, he was here, choosing death.

He found it preferable to the thought of losing himself completely, gone long past where anything he'd stood for might still reside. He owed that much to Soundwave--for breaking his mind and mending it all at once, letting him remember who he was even as he lost control of himself. Now, he was only holding on by threads.

If he could fight, then he was still real. If he could fight Optimus...

...well, then, something was still right in the multiverse.

There was no better way to go.

Still, he paced restlessly at the edge of the Arena, uncertain how long he could hold himself together or how long the Firstforged that owned this place would permit him to remain. There was only one way this could end.

He just wished he could look forward to that ending, once and for all.

Comments

[megaton]

The shadow overhead would be enough reason to look up, without the sudden movement coming down.

He'd only seen the ship in person once or twice, passing by it as he headed to his stronghold in the mountains. The cave there had been precious to him--precious enough to enter into contract with a human to keep his portal secure inside.

"It's good to see her running," he comments, understanding the greeting for what it is: one warrior to another. "I was not wrong, to chose you."

[showboater]

Marvelous had fielded multiple questions from Tuck, in the weeks he'd spent watching over things with cannons ready. He'd had the same answer every time--he knew a beacon of change when he saw it, and he wasn't afraid to reach out for it.

"Neither was I," he answers, all easy arrogance. He's glad he's wearing a mask, though; seeing Megatron, of all of the poor Glyphless bastards, so close to losing it, was more upsetting than all the crying on the Link recently. "I dunno anything about how to work your portal, but I'll keep your machine out of trouble as long as I'm here." From other citizens and Firstforged alike, if it came to it.

[megaton]

"I have nothing to repay you with, this time," he murmured, not used to having things that meant so much simply offered to him. Always, he'd been able to provide temptation.

Now, he was trying to keep himself away from it, himself.

Perhaps it was something about dying that made others remember ones deeds fondly. In the arena, the dead were cheered. Their parts were taken, and re-used to bring life into others, unforgotten in some small way at least by the pieces that endured.

That, then, was his answer.

"If she'll benefit from any of my pieces when I am gone, they are yours."

[showboater]

Marvelous snorts. A year ago, he'd never have offered. Maybe he was softer from Earth than he'd expected. "If it comes down to tearing up your machine, I'll do it in a second," he answers, "but I'd like to see home as much as you do. So we'll see."

A pause, and he shifts nervously from one foot to the other.

"Thanks," he says, "I'll be here until the end."

By which he means above the arena, because he wasn't stupid.

[megaton]

Unable to keep hold on his emotions with so many warring inputs, Megatron growls. "Be aware that there are measures in effect that might...prevent such tampering." If he could have died protecting his portal, he would have. Since that is not necessary, he is here, instead.

His hands flex, clenching tighter as he attempts to pull himself back together once more.

"I'll try to make it a good show, nevertheless." His growl shifts into a smirk with a bared, pointy tooth. "Enjoy it." He would fight until the end...and beyond.

This was his fate, but it did not mean he wouldn't fight against death itself now that his hour had come.

[showboater]

"Oh, great," he grumbles, first, and then the wording makes him laugh. They really were alike.

"I'm sure I will. Showboater like you knows how to make it a good watch, I'd bet."

You weren't too bad for a robot, he doesn't say.