Megatron didn’t know why he’d agreed to this. It could only end badly. But in his alternate’s universe, not only was Cybertron still in-tact, he was not quite yet a wanted mech. Theoretically, apart from his own ship, there was no safer place to be. That wasn’t the issue here.
Offered sparkday drinks by his former self. It sounded like some kind of metaphor, but there it was. And why not? He was proud of his accomplishments this past stellar cycle. Currently the Decepticons sat on top of the world. Why not have a night to celebrate?
The warlord left the Nemesis is Soundwave’s more than capable servos and enter the coordinates given to him that would take him to a familiar place on a familiar planet to meet that eerily familiar face. He stepped through the ground bridge to a Cybertron of long ago.
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