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re_alignment_logs2012-12-07 09:58 pm
megaton) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-07 09:58 pm
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[Open Log - One last time]
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.
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.
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Still, the dry sort of morbid humor has its effect, shedding some of the fog from his processor. He shakes himself, moving to stand near the Decepticon leader.
His own loss is pale compared to the task of facing one's own, so he marshals some of his brighter side. He can't hide the thin quality of his voice, but the effort is there.
"You're learning already, I see."
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It pulls at dark thoughts in his mind, the temptation of a quick kill, the pleasure of rending metal raw within his grasp...
But he pushes it back, wincing.
"He is gone, isn't he."
Drift.
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He takes in the scene of the bodyguards and Megatron's state, including the wince. "Are they really necessary?"
He's trying to keep an even demeanor, somewhere huddled between light-sparked and downtrodden, but Megatron's question catches him unawares. It's the Knight's turn to flinch, a shudder running through him, and his optics close for a moment.
Yes.
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There was something about optimism that was catching. He'd learned it, himself, under a different guise, using his own certainty and confidence to lead others to believe he could not fail. He'd recognized that, in the knight, and learned from it, and he'd considered how rarely the working class had been given the chance to be optimistic.
It was one of the reasons he'd wanted Wing to come back with him.
That seems foolhardy, now.
"Necessary, yes. Perhaps not around you, Wing, but they remind me why I'm here. What I'm waiting for." Optimus, and the final battle. The thrill of it is the only thing that keeps the darkness at bay, the promises he endlessly repeats to it of 'soon.' Soon, he would unleash it. Soon, he would let it consume him, and take power from it to either smite his enemy of old, or be smitten in turn.
Soon.
But he is not gone yet, and though his optics glow a bright, sickly red when his temptation grows, it does not prevent him from watching Wing's reaction and knowing what it means.
He reaches through his bodyguards.
He places a hand on Wing's shoulder.
And he pulls the other, ungently, into a rough embrace..comforting and painful, both at once.
"So I outlive him, at least," he says, simply. "That is an interesting present to take with me to the grave."
Drift had been an enigma to him--something to be curious about, and something to conquer, same as Wing. Neither had been easy.
"I would have brought you both, you know. We would have made a Cybertron worthy of remembering."
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In truth, it's difficult to make a better world if one cannot see it first. That ability--to envision greater, grander things--has always been a talent of Wing's. To an extreme that it actually did a him a disservice near the start of the war. But the war, and even Megatron's own words, had tempered it into something better, more realistic and beneficial. So that he might see the attainable.
"I'm glad to hear that much, at least." The Knight relaxes slightly, not even realizing he'd been tense. "And what are you waiting for?"
He seems to sense the latent potential for violence in the other mech, especially when Megatron comes near. It's like a dark inner lining to the EM field, carefully held in check.
When he's embraced he in-vents sharply, surprised. But there's no resistance. Whether that's out of sheer shock or because he welcomes it is uncertain, more likely some of each. A soft sound, like a whimper, escapes Wing as he's pressed roughly against the larger mech, but again, it's not wholly a sound of displeasure.
The tilt of his helm to lay against the broad chestplate is his only response to Megatron's irony, one hand moving to rest near it on the chassis, almost as if validating the point of who is still alive. Wing will take comfort however it comes, same as he did with Ultra Magnus, regardless of how unconventional the sources are. The threat of violence lingering within the larger mech tingles in the background of his systems though, his instinctive sense of preservation, an oddly welcome reminder that he's alive amidst the foggy numbness that pervades the rest of him.
"I know," he says as his optics shutter once, slowly. "And we would have gone.... Most likely."
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He would go down, fighting. What he failed to tell anyone was that he still hoped to take Optimus with him, when he did. It would be a last hurrah...one that he was sure no one would blame him for, with the state that he was in. If he had to die, after all...
...it was better to make it even.
Still, he holds Wing for a moment, listening to the way the other's systems react in surprise, and then in acceptance.
It feels nice, to feel another's life so close.
It feels tempting.
It also reminds him of too much, and too much that is painful. He lets go almost abruptly, and only if Wing's paying particular attention will he catch the sad flicker in Megatron's optics as he does so.
"There may yet be a chance." If the portal was finished. If someone went back through time for him. If.
"Until then, I have something to give you. Something you may...uniquely...appreciate."
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In a way it's a shame that Megatron can't battle his true current enemy, to face his fate, but there's no way to make manifest Unicron's influence and Wing can tell the greater mech is already fighting, on the inside...
It's an odd place to take comfort, Megatron's embrace: fierce, strong, but at the same time delicate in the way it's reminiscent of pain. Of loss. Not just of life, but of ideals, of direction, of second chances and new opportunities... At the same time, it's oddly fitting. There's perhaps no one here that quite understands Wing's position better...
The embrace ends as abruptly as it started, and thought that is perhaps not so surprising Wing does lament its end, making him realize how much he dearly wants comfort now. The Knight isn't paying explicit attention but he catches a glimpse of that sad flicker, wondering momentarily if it's there of if it's just a reflection of his own morose state.
"We'll keep working, as long as there's a chance we can make it work." And if not, the portal will serve as a monument to a mech who changed the history of their race, for good and ill.
The white helm tilts, mildly curious. "...do you?"