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[megatronicpolarity]

WHO: Megatronus Prime and anyone volunteering to come along on his monster killin' Badlands expedition.
WHERE: The arena in Megatronus' sector.
WHEN: Wednesday through early Saturday.
WHAT: After putting out a call for volunteers to come out to the Badlands with him and cure their monster problem once and for all, Megatronus waits for interested parties to show. Those brave enough to make an appearance will be given a bonus power for the next week or so.
WARNINGS: The potential for graphic violence exists beyond the cut.

Throughout the next several days, Megatronus makes regular appearances in his arena, just as he promised via the Link.

Chances are, if he's not talking to another Refugee and explaining their plan of attack, he's talking to one of his Acolytes. Or using them as live training dummies – he's not just going to sit around all day twiddling his thumbs and waiting for Refugees to show up, after all. He can at least entertain himself and get a little combat practice in.

Still, he won't ignore anyone who does make the effort to approach him.

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[raceme]

It probably doesn't come as a suprise when Blurr shows up. He looks out of place, he's small and not very impressive looking, but he has other skills that might come in handy.

No one can't match his speed and, if anything, his determination is even harder to match. he approahc Megatronus, waiting until he's done before saluting him.

"Sir."

[sword_redemption]

The arena, again. The last time he was here, he was haunted by Megatron's death, combing the churned up ground for scraps of metal, as though that could tell the story of the past.

This was different; here to do something, not simply live in the dual past, worrying over what he'd missed. He's ready to do something. He'd been fighting here and there, defending the Hub as best he could, but it had begun to feel all too much like Cybertron under the Swarm: never-ending enemies.

He watches Megatronus in silence, thinking back to his last encounter with the First-Forged, when he'd turned himself in after killing Prism. He's not sure of his reception here, but if Megatronus was anything like his namesake, he wouldn't turn away another blade for his cause.

Drift hopes.

[originaldragoon]

Rose is use to fighting things that are much larger than her, so it seems natural for her to volunteer to join the mission to take out the source of the monster centipedes. She's already slain a few already, after all.

It takes her a while to make her way to the arena, since she is conserving her energy for the upcoming battle and thus didn't want to use her Dragoon armor to fly there. She glances around until she sees the First-Forged and approaches him when he isn't occupied with beating up on one of the Acolytes. She gives a respectful bow, like she would with any other lord or king whose command she was under.

"My lord."

[aerospacecommander]

Starscream is sometimes stupidly brazen which is why he walked right up to Megatronus after entering the arena. At first he didn't comment, he just watched the combat practice going on.

He finally spoke after a few moments of observing.

"This is surprisingly familiar. Where have I seen this before?"

Big egotistical-tank mech fighting in an arena who likes to beat things up just because?

Ahh, right. Megatron.

He wasn't, however, stupid enough to say that last part out loud. Yet anyway.

[rednotbluethx]

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy! Hot dog! Frenzy was riding on the euphoria of future bloodlust and carnage. Immediately after the open invite requesting skilled warriors, he knew he had to help the boss out. So he wasn't Megatron, no, but technically, he was? Whatever, he hadn't been really paying attention to Megatronus's explanation about who he was and what powers he had some time ago. Just that they were immense and very rad.

So the moment Frenzy had free time (which was quite often), he made his way off to the arena in his home-sector. All the while playing and replaying images of destruction in his tiny, violent-obsessed mind.

When the Cassetticon arrived and looked upon the Firstforged, a big, excited grin split across his face. "Hey, yo, boss!" he shouted up at the considerably larger mech, arms akimbo. "Reportin' in fer some serious aft kickin'!"

[pendragon]

Saber was glad to see such a large group had gathered. Although she had little reason to speak to Megatronus, she did acknowledge he was the one that organized this and wanted to pay respect where respect was due.

When he'd walk by, she'd allow him to do so and would not impede his motions by stepping in front of him. After all, he was busy and there was no reason for her to take up his time. She would be in view and earshot when she spoke.

"Saber reporting. It's a pleasure to be following you into battle, Megatronus Prime."

Raising her hand to her chest as she had when she answered his earlier announcement, she lowered her upper form in a polite bow.

Considering the knight had already taken down several centipedes with ease, she was none too concerned about the situation they would soon be facing. Saber seemed confident, and if it wasn't for her size, she'd fit in just as much as anyone else present.

[showboater]

Marvelous is in full armor by the time the Galleon dips down in robot mode outside the Arena--it's a rather towering presence. He's left Doc back in the temples--sure, it was easier to pilot Gokai-oh with someone to keep an eye on the output systems for him, but he hadn't gotten this far without more than enough ability to fight on his own. Besides, Doc tended to shriek when there was trouble. Not to mention the fact that having one of his crew members from back home would be a distraction.

He considers opening a private message to Megatronus instead of going to greet him in person, but there's something to be said about facing the guy whose Glyph you're stuck with, so he kicks open the cockpit hatch. With his Gokaiger armor on, he's able to jump into the Arena without hurting himself. (It also looks about ten times cooler.)

"Your reward's gonna be worth dealing with all these other guys, right?" is his only greeting, arms over his chest and helmet tipped up toward his First-Forged.

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[songofmypeople]

Tarn said he'd arrive, so he does -- though his reasons for showing up are hardly as noble as most.

Eventually a large, sturdy, well-equipped tank rolls into the arena, and there's something distinctly casual about the way it drives in, and then parks.

He'll let involved parties come to him. Barring that, he's got more than a vested interest in observing who else heeded the call of this Prime.

[treacherous_widow]

At some point a certain widow makes her way into the arena and keeps to the shadows for several long moments. After Blackarachnia feels satisfied by her observations of everyone else showing up to this little get together, she lets go of her beast mode and steps out of the shadows, ready to defend herself if the need arises.

As long as no one provokes the she-spider, she'll be perfectly happy to tag along and provide any cover fire they might need. Or you know, paralyze a few idiots if they get in her way.

[glacius_passio]

Leviathan doesn't waste any time making her way to Megatronus' sector after the call goes out, except for a quick detour to a lake to add more water to her Frost Javelin to enlarge the bladed part. Any extra reach would help in the coming battle.

She doesn't interact with any of the other volunteers immediately, studying them intently to see who had shown up. Might as well pick someone to stick close to during the fighting before it started.

[knightinbluearmor]

Being able to fly is a truly marvelous thing,especially when you get thrown in a world made for giant beings. It didn't take long for Melan Blue to reach the Arena. He landed a few feet away from the imposing figure of Megatronus, bowing slightly in salutation.

"Sir."

His face is neutral, showing no fear nor excitation for the uncoming fight. It was his duty to protect the people here, or so Melan thought. At least, it was the duty he choose for himself.

[deusrexmachina]

While far from the first to arrive at the Arena, Rex eventually did find his way there on wing. He flew in via the Sky Slicer, coming up over the Arena and then surfing down the slant of spectators' rows to the floor below. He crouched low along the board as he did so, the neon glow of the Sky Slicer's anti-gravitational units making him easy to notice during descent.

As he kicked up off the ledge, Rex spun into a Double Cork 720 before coming down and grinding to a drifting halt a reasonably respectful distance from Megatronus Prime, all things considered. Ever the show off, the EVO wasn't going to show his face in the Arena without showing some guts while he was it. They were going in after an enemy that could potentially eat them all alive, after all.

Board building down, Rex lifted his goggles and faced up to the giant that was Megatronus Prime. His eyes widened a fraction at the sheer size of the Firstforged and despite his tendency toward the casual, he did straighten up just a bit as he presented himself.

"Rex Salazar, reporting for bug extermination duty...sir." The last bit is somewhat tacked on, but it's present none the less. That the formality even makes it out of the kid's mouth at all is significant.

[winged_knight]

Wing has been careful in his preparations, making certain all is in order before arriving at the Arena. So maybe he's not as prompt as others, but by no means does that mean he has any hesitation in this.

In fact he is eager, not so much for the violence but for the opportunity to rise to the defense of Haven and this world. He's done with losing people to this place, having their attempts at peace shattered by a force so much greater than them. And even if this wouldn't mean an end to it all, it is a step in that direction. He'd promised Vector his aid long ago, now was the time to prove his mettle, even if through the Prime's brother Megatronus.

The jet tips a wing and circles the Arena once, scouting out of habit, choosing the safest place to touch down before committing to landfall. He unfolds from his alt and lands gracefully in Megatronus's line of sight, content to wait patiently until the Prime is finished with his current business. Wing stands calmly, making one last check of his weapons and the first aid field kit in his storage as he waits, but rise of his pinions and the rustle of his wings betrays his anticipation.

[wrex_it_krogan]

Cybertron has become more and more like Tuchunka as time went on. Unlivable conditions for organics? Check. Barren wasteland? Check. Violent big guys butting heads? Check. Dangerous creatures attacking from inhospitable wastelands? Check. Yep, it's like he hadn't left home and home was taken over by a bunch of dense synthetics.

But hey, they offered a chance for some fighting and honestly? How could he pass up that opportunity? Once he arrived in the arena, he was far more than ready to go and possibly beat Rocket's score. Practicing his swing, the krogan prepared himself for the next fight. The company he was in wasn't what he'd consider ideal, but any company was far from ideal. As he'd hate to realize it, he'd gotten used to working with synthetics. Too used to it. But for now? He'd follow along. He'll show them what being a krogan is all about. Bring it, Megatronus.

[thermosomatic]

Perhaps he should have considered himself lucky that he had yet to actually face one of the creatures that have invaded the Haven, but "lucky" definitely wasn't a word he'd use right now. Blitzwing preferred to have some semblance of intel before waltzing into a fight -- a preference that his other personalities didn't seem to share.

Oh well. What can you do?

He arrives in his jet mode, but doesn't touch down in the arena immediately; he takes a few brief moments time to scan the surrounding area first. When he does finally land, it's a reasonable distance away from Megatronus, and Blitzwing bows his head at him with his usual stoic face. "Blitzwing, reporting."

[dammitjapan]

This one was a lot...bigger...than the ones she was used to, but Shaoshao was no coward. Shaoshao would not let herself be a coward, and, chin jutting high and hands balled in to fists, she'd made her way to the arena.

...did everything have to be sized for them? Irritating beyond belief-!

But this was necessary, and far overdue. If Shaoshao was going to get anything done...

Then she'd need tools.

And if this was the one ordering them all, then surely he could find some.

[notyourblueangel]

((ooc: Again, feel free to ignore if this is too old and/or you're busy. =3;;;))

Admittedly, the idea of meeting face-to-face the mech who pretty much equates to Demigod-Megatron is no small amount of intimidating. But Thundercracker refuses to let that stop him. This Megatron seems strict but not unreasonable or abusive. And he can't let fear rule anyway. Besides, this is important. This is his home now, and not a bad one. By Primus, he's not going to let some cowardly, unseen foe try to take it over by hiding behind mindless drones!

He arrives at the arena, first swooping overhead in alt-mode, then dropping altitude before transforming and landing lightly not far from the MUCH taller First-forged. He closes the rest of the distance to a respectable space, not too close, and offers a nod of greeting. "Megatronus. Thundercracker reporting in."