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re_alignment_logs2013-03-21 05:42 pm
mccrane) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-03-21 05:42 pm
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A Compromise
Who: McCrane and Megatronus Prime
What: McCrane approaches the Firstforged to attempt to reach an understanding regarding the Police Force.
When: Slightly backdated.
Where: The old police station in Megatronus Prime's quadrant.
Notes: None!
McCrane felt as ready as he was going to be for this confrontation.
Granted, he hoped it was not going to come to actual conflict. He'd received good advice from more than one individual on how to approach the demi-god, but he didn't know what to expect despite that.
For now, he carried two guns: his Shotgun, familiar and trustworthy, and the new, beautiful Rifle given to him by Gunmax that he kept polished and pristine.
Megatronus Prime was a warrior. McCrane had seen the calls for fighting in his Arena, and he had seen the way the other had handled the monster threat. If Megatronus had been built for any purpose: it was war.
McCrane, on the other hand, considered himself a pacifist. He'd been programmed to find the most efficient, most peaceful way of diffusing difficult situations....He just happened to find that the quickest, most efficient way of diffusing difficult situations often involved shooting someone.
This time, he didn't want to do that--but it was best to be prepared.
It felt better to be prepared as he crested the hill just before the police station and looked down towards it. There, Acolytes were still calmly disassembling the building that he'd worked so hard on, taking it piece by piece back towards Megatronus Prime's temple in the distance. They trailed a line that stretched between the two--trodding a pathway that should have been a road.
He started toward it.
~
What: McCrane approaches the Firstforged to attempt to reach an understanding regarding the Police Force.
When: Slightly backdated.
Where: The old police station in Megatronus Prime's quadrant.
Notes: None!
McCrane felt as ready as he was going to be for this confrontation.
Granted, he hoped it was not going to come to actual conflict. He'd received good advice from more than one individual on how to approach the demi-god, but he didn't know what to expect despite that.
For now, he carried two guns: his Shotgun, familiar and trustworthy, and the new, beautiful Rifle given to him by Gunmax that he kept polished and pristine.
Megatronus Prime was a warrior. McCrane had seen the calls for fighting in his Arena, and he had seen the way the other had handled the monster threat. If Megatronus had been built for any purpose: it was war.
McCrane, on the other hand, considered himself a pacifist. He'd been programmed to find the most efficient, most peaceful way of diffusing difficult situations....He just happened to find that the quickest, most efficient way of diffusing difficult situations often involved shooting someone.
This time, he didn't want to do that--but it was best to be prepared.
It felt better to be prepared as he crested the hill just before the police station and looked down towards it. There, Acolytes were still calmly disassembling the building that he'd worked so hard on, taking it piece by piece back towards Megatronus Prime's temple in the distance. They trailed a line that stretched between the two--trodding a pathway that should have been a road.
He started toward it.
~
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So close and yet so far. Perhaps it would have been wise to bring Gunmax along to act as a magnet for the tank's infamous temper.
McCrane wasn't wrong, however. Megatronus Prime and Prima's past successes were proof that gains could be pulled from the interaction of two extremes, but their combination was like water into acid. It was hazardous to stand within range of the two when their viewpoints collided. Rather than dulling each other's harsher traits over time, they had sharpened them. Where he was once simply loud Megatronus was now commanding; outright violent rather than aggressive; and willing to cut to the core instead of merely rude.
Megatronus Prime was eons of fighting relentlessly for his pride and his desires compacted into one spark. Put simply: a little much for a junior to handle when he raged.
"I don't think you understand, McCrane. I don't need your permission. You have no authority here, none beyond that which you imagine your imported laws and morality grant you – but I promise you that power is the only real authority here."
The Prime took a heavy step forward, obliterating the remaining distance between the two of them.
"Do you know what it is that stops me from killing you this very instant?"
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When the other took a step forward, it was towards a McCrane whose hopes for a peaceful resolution were falling in glass shards around him, flashing back to the moment when he'd thought he'd been at safe sniping distance when Overlord had suddenly turned...
And that was all he could recall of that day.
He stood his ground, but it was more because he felt frozen onto it than because he had the confidence to remain. This was not just frightening--this was terrifying.
"N...nothing but your own will, Megatronus Prime," he answered, sufficiently cowed, his knees shaking and ready to give out at any moment.
This wasn't law.
This was chaos.
That, however, was another key.
"And the fact that you...you want Cybertron to survive." His voice was wavering, but he was figuring something out. "Which it cannot, if we are all fighting."
He stood no chance against you, but Prima did, and Vector, and Nexus, and he was certain that none of them would be happy about their Refugees dying. Megatronus had been angry enough himself about Frenzy's treatment, and that was only hypothetical.
There was leverage to be had against the Firstforged, in that way....however tiny.
It did not give McCrane much hope right now, however.