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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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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?"