The whole Unicron possession thing is pretty high up there, but it’s not going to be a secret for much longer. Just because he very much wants it to stay a secret doesn’t mean that it should.
☢ – BIOHAZARD – the most dangerous thing about them to others
Ooooh… Gonna answer this in two ways.
The most dangerous thing about him that would cause deadly harm to others:
His long memory. Megatron does not let grudges go. He’s gotten better about acting on them except for @slenderwave but he will remember what you did to wrong him and ensure that you end up regretting it in some way.
The thing about him that others often perceive as the most dangerous:
His fighting skills. The mech is a living weapon with all the battles he’s fought and won, even long before the war. His style adapts to suit who he’s fighting, so he uses whatever attack will hit rather than relying solely on his cannon or sword. He could probably kill someone with every part of his body. That’s what people tend to get hung up on.
Staked
STAKED – a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook
LIGHTNING – something they thought they’d left in the past, returned
@thelibrarianpax @the-lord-of-light @thesoundlessvoid
To spin the trope a bit, here are some things from Megatron’s past that he’s happy to have returned!
Thunderstorm.
THUNDERSTORM – a difficult or miserable time in their life
Ah, which to pick…
How about when he had just been dumped in the arena? He’d thought through escaping the mines and smuggling out Rumble and Frenzy in the process, but getting to the arena and fighting was really as far as his plan went at first. Sure he was big and sturdy, he obviously survived, but it was a learning curve.
You don’t step off the street and into a ring and know how to take or throw a punch. In the mines he’d known what he was doing and knew what to expect, even if the conditions were horrid. He scraped by, won by the skin of his teeth and spent his nights passed out on the floor of his cell-like accommodations.
And that was when he wasn’t defending the minicons! They found odd jobs soon enough, but right at the beginning they had nowhere to go and were living off of whatever Megs could afford to give them from his winnings. He vehemently refused to let them fight (despite Frenzy’s loud protests) because though he wouldn’t admit it, they were the only familiar people in this new world and the thought of losing them and being alone there was even worse than facing death every day. He fought every day for two weeks straight before they started thinking he might be something special, two weeks of death matches before the bosses gave him some rest so they could see what he could do when he was at his best.
He doesn’t remember everything about that short period of his life and honestly it’s for the best.
Monstrous Headcanons:
Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.
♦ – HOARD – something that is precious to them
✿ – DECAY – an old memory, from childhood perhaps
⚔ – DUEL – a meeting or relationship that was important to them♥ – STAKED – a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook
∇ – TOMBSTONE – who they are versus who they appear to be☼ – DAYSTAR – a secret they don’t want coming to light
☂ – THUNDERSTORM – a difficult or miserable time in their life
⚖ – SCALES – how well they balance their good and bad impulses
ϟ – LIGHTNING – something they thought they’d left in the past, returned
☢ – BIOHAZARD – the most dangerous thing about them to others
♬ – DIRGE – a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake■ – LAIR – where they live, work, or spend most of their time
☠ – DEATH – the closest it’s come to touching their life
Ask on-anon or off!
::Smokescreen. We are going for a drive. Meet me tonight at the edge of the Sea of Rust.::
::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::
Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.
They’re neck and neck, the end is in sight… and Smokescreen stops. Megatron shuts down his engines and transforms, skidding to a stop on his pedes just before the blast in the ground. His fans vent hard, cooling his core. Immediately he turns around and begins walking back towards the Autobot, speaking as he does.
“I would start moving again, Smokescreen. Do you know why nothing has ever been built out here?”
It did feel bad not to actually finish the race, but the fear in him won’t leave, and the slag that came to mind when he went that fast almost made it feel not worth it. But Megatron’s conversation is interesting, Smokescreen’s headlights blinking at him.
“Wait, why not? I just assumed no one really wanted to live all the way out here or something. What’s the real reason?” Smokescreen starts to drive again, slowly, very slowly, trying to get himself relaxed once again, driving towards Megatron.
It’s slow progress, but it’s still progress. Megatron is still smirking to himself, looking behind Smokescreen at the nearly three miles behind him.
“The ground is not as solid as it appears. Move over it and you may run, drive or even walk, but sit still for too long and you will begin to sink.” Megatron reaches Smokescreen, a little distance away from the endmark, and stops.
“Finish the drive. Don’t let me sink.”
::Smokescreen. We are going for a drive. Meet me tonight at the edge of the Sea of Rust.::
::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::
Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.
They’re neck and neck, the end is in sight… and Smokescreen stops. Megatron shuts down his engines and transforms, skidding to a stop on his pedes just before the blast in the ground. His fans vent hard, cooling his core. Immediately he turns around and begins walking back towards the Autobot, speaking as he does.
“I would start moving again, Smokescreen. Do you know why nothing has ever been built out here?”
::Smokescreen. We are going for a drive. Meet me tonight at the edge of the Sea of Rust.::
::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::
Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.
His aim was to help Smokescreen drive again, but Megatron is angry at his own abilities, his unfamiliar frame not doing what he expects it to. So he taunts right back.
“You can go faster, can’t you?!” With a blast of his jets he turns his nose skyward, proving to the Autobot and to himself that he can still fly, and soon the car is a dot far below. Spinning as he adjusts, Megatron turns into a sharp dive to catch up.
Smokescreen starts to speed up, but starts to swerve about, the speed reminding him of less pleasant things. But he wasn’t about to let Megatron taunt him without a good comeback!
“Man, Megs, you fly almost as well as I do!” Smokescreen barely avoids driving off track, finally straightening up his driving to try to keep up.‘Shaky but still going’ could describe both of them. Megatron’s stabilizers groaned as he sped towards the ground, but he still insisted on pulling up again at the last moment, coming to a leveling out only 20 ft from Smokescreen’s roof.
“Bah! I’ve seen freightliners that could outpace you! Shall I meet you at the finish line, or do you need the company?” He really couldn’t go much faster and maintain control, but he wasn’t about to tell Smokescreen that.
While Smokescreen does feel a bit of worry for Megatron, it’s not like he can ask. Not while he’s barely keeping himself from slamming his brakes. He’s finally managing a steady pace with Megatron here to follow him, but this was nothing compared to his speed before everything happened.
“I’m amazed you still have the energy to talk, Megaslow! You look like you’re going to crash and doze off any klik now! If I don’t take it easy on you, you’ll choke on my dust, and I’ll be called Starscream 2.”
“A perfect name, for someone below even to Starscream!” The longer he flew, the more of a handle he got on this frame, but the more fuel he burned. Unused to a new regulatory system, he was draining much more energy than he should have been. Even so, the second cannonblast was in sight. He could make it there at least!
“Not giving in, are you?!”
::I was beginning to think something had befallen you, Orion. I’m glad I was mistaken.::
It had been some time since he had heard that graveled voice burst over his comms. Now that he had heard it, his audials ached for more.
Carefully, he clears his vocoders even though there is little need for them.
::Hello, my friend.:: he begins, hesitant: perhaps feeling guilty for causing worry. ::There were a few close incidents down under the surface, but it will take more than pitfalls, quakes, and hostile wildlife to put this mech down.:: He chuckles, but makes sure the humor is not heard over the invisible tether between them. :: l hope you are doing well, and are staying out of trouble.::
His mouth opens as if he wants to say more, but words escape him.
::Ha, good to know that you would have survived the mines as well!:: Of course he would have. Orion had always been made of strong stuff, even if his plating hadn’t always been as such. Hearing Orion’s voice, the familiarity in it, always gave him a strong sense of nostalgia. But this time, Megatron felt not an ounce of pain in that remembrance.
::Out of trouble… Please, Orion. When have you ever known me to shy away from trouble?:: He looks over himself, the damage Unicron brought to him in his possession. In a few days, Singer is going to attempt the largest reconstructive surgery yet: reshaping his stretched-out struts.
::I’ve survived a few incidents myself, in your absence. I’ll be well soon enough.::
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