[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.

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[megaton]

"If you weren't glad, Barricade, I would have to kill you." He smirks, the hand on Barricade's shoulder dropping to reach into a small compartment on his side. It was tempting to rip apart his bodyguard right now, either way, and for a moment he pauses, simply letting air circle in and out of his vents.

It's nice.

It's a nice feeling. Not to warm, not too cold. A good day, as it were, to die.

"This is for you. In case you find a reason to wear it, once more."

What he holds up is one of the few possessions he has kept. A sigil, on a chain. The Decepticon sigil.

The original one, in his world.

"It is one of two things that bring me luck," he laughs, softly, and pats his canon--his weapon, the second thing. "This one is coming with me. But that one...that one should stay."

[namesnotprowl]

For his part, he stays quiet and waits, even stilling his plating from its normal absent twitching. Barricade seems surprised to see a Decepticon insignia on a chain like that, though it quickly gives way to curiosity and... gratefulness, is perhaps the best word. Not something he sees every day. Let alone something he recieves everyday.

"Naturally; even Tyrans are never without their weapons," he retorts, still pondering over the sigil. Eventually, he straightens into the closest thing to formality he usually gets. "I'll keep it safe; who knows, it might even out my own luck." He'll keep it with him, whether he can find it in him to wear it or not.

"... You only ever had to ask me, y'know."

[megaton]

"I think that it will. You are due a spell of luck...though for Decepticons, our happiness is always hard-earned."

That was what made it worth it. Without these struggles, and without this pain, they would take moments of pleasure for granted. That was what had happened on his Cybertron, and it led only to stagnation, and squabbling among the rich for slices of greatness that seemed ever more and more hollow.

For a moment, he pauses on that.

If peace must be fought for...and if happiness must be earned...then why is he about to die, now? Has he not been through enough?

His engine kicks up a notch, rebellious as ever toward whatever fate is thrown toward him, his treads twitching, and he takes hold of Barricade's shoulder, needing it to ground himself.

It takes a moment.

The statement, however, is what really pulls him out. "Ask you what, Barricade?"

[namesnotprowl]

"That just makes it mean more. Even if it's hard t'come by, a lot of the time."

He'd clawed his way through most of his life. The runty one, the grunt no one cared about, the science experiment... one of the few survivors from The Nemesis landing party who'd fought to survive and then struggled in Axiom Nexus, and again on Sacrosanct. Lost everything in the process.

Barricade isn't sure when he's going to get a real peace, anymore. Not that he would know what to do with it if he got it.

He doesn't protest when Megatron grabs his shoulder again, simply looking up at him. While he normally wouldn't admit to something like this... well. Last chance.

Circle of trust or honesty or whatever, right?

"To join you, Megatron. Sure you knew I would have, given half a chance."

[megaton]

"I suspected you would understand."

And Barricade did. He knew that. He knew that, and even so he chuckled when Barricade told him the truth. It was good to hear, even now.

"You seemed so jaded. It was difficult to tell. Yet now you've had the opportunity to see Cybertron, again...you still would have come?"

[namesnotprowl]

"They don't need me back home."

And it's true. For everything that happened when he went back, everything in Chicago... he might as well have expired on the freeway. It would have been quicker.

"And this place... I don't belong here. It'll go on after I'm gone. Your Cybertron, though. I've always wanted to outwit Fate itself."

He has an inkling of what's in store there, thanks to that Ratchet that saved his life. From what he knows, the planet could use some saving, and that's all he's ever wanted.