( They’ve been on Censere’s planet for a while, him and Smokescreen. Bee’s pacing around the receptacle where Megatron’s spark was housed, trying to make plans and utterly failing. )

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Censere notices Bee’s absence and goes to look for him, concerned that he’s actually the thief he believed the pair to be… only to find him pacing amid his Lost. He enters the room slowly, watching him carefully.

“…There seems to be much on your mind, Bumblebee.”

I wish… it’s all the same stuff over and over again and none of it’s any good… How do you de-spark a bot? How do you de-spark a GOD out of a normal bot without completely obliterating his body?! I got us all the way here and now I don’t know where to go… 

(He never stops his pacing, and wrings his hands together instead of his usual gesticulating.) Like, I can deal with jumping into a fight with no plan, ‘cause one way or another, fights end! But this? I don’t know how to deal with downtime…

Censere places a servo on the empty stasis pod, smiling gently. “I suppose such things as ‘downtime’ slip my mind. In my line of work, time is a relative factor, I can come and go as I please and if my research has proven correct, it will be exactly when I am needed… I suppose I am spoiled in that sense.”

“The mechs in these pods are all those that I rescued… Your Megatron is the first to have appeared here without my actions. …You can imagine my confusion at his arrival.”

“As for the Unmaker… There are devices that can be coded to work on certain individuals, even those who can align themselves with and manipulate another’s spark. Do you have these on your world?”

(Most of that goes right over Bee’s head.) Life’s great when you enjoy working from home…

Spark-manipulating devices?! Other universe are messed up… I’ve heard of stuff from Smokescreen’s place, like the Spark Extractor or something, but I don’t think I wanna touch something called a Spark Extractor. (He shudders.) 

Do you have other no-bodied sparks in here? I’m not sure if I should be creeped out by that or not… I’m glad somebody’s taking care of them, at least…

Spark Extractor… Censere’s optics go wide. “That… was a Decepticon weapon, developed for mass destruction. If your universe has the same thing, there’s no guarantee that it won’t also drain the life out anyone else near him. If you could focus it, perhaps?”

He looked back over the rows of stasis pods, shaking his helm. “No, all of these are whole mechs that I was able to find and repair for myself. They’re… waiting.”

“I do however have a few shards of the same kind of crystal that spark is housed in. Empty for now, but that is what my flowers are comprised of. Would you like to see?”

( They’ve been on Censere’s planet for a while, him and Smokescreen. Bee’s pacing around the receptacle where Megatron’s spark was housed, trying to make plans and utterly failing. )

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Censere notices Bee’s absence and goes to look for him, concerned that he’s actually the thief he believed the pair to be… only to find him pacing amid his Lost. He enters the room slowly, watching him carefully.

“…There seems to be much on your mind, Bumblebee.”

I wish… it’s all the same stuff over and over again and none of it’s any good… How do you de-spark a bot? How do you de-spark a GOD out of a normal bot without completely obliterating his body?! I got us all the way here and now I don’t know where to go… 

(He never stops his pacing, and wrings his hands together instead of his usual gesticulating.) Like, I can deal with jumping into a fight with no plan, ‘cause one way or another, fights end! But this? I don’t know how to deal with downtime…

Censere places a servo on the empty stasis pod, smiling gently. “I suppose such things as ‘downtime’ slip my mind. In my line of work, time is a relative factor, I can come and go as I please and if my research has proven correct, it will be exactly when I am needed… I suppose I am spoiled in that sense.”

“The mechs in these pods are all those that I rescued… Your Megatron is the first to have appeared here without my actions. …You can imagine my confusion at his arrival.”

“As for the Unmaker… There are devices that can be coded to work on certain individuals, even those who can align themselves with and manipulate another’s spark. Do you have these on your world?”

( They’ve been on Censere’s planet for a while, him and Smokescreen. Bee’s pacing around the receptacle where Megatron’s spark was housed, trying to make plans and utterly failing. )

Censere notices Bee’s absence and goes to look for him, concerned that he’s actually the thief he believed the pair to be… only to find him pacing amid his Lost. He enters the room slowly, watching him carefully.

“…There seems to be much on your mind, Bumblebee.”

Meet Your Unmaker

verdigrisprowl:

Soundwave had a deck of many things and invited people to draw. Megatron drew. He got the card that banishes your spark from your frame. Soundwave spent a couple of minutes gloating and sending celebratory pictures to Prowl, until Megatron’s dark-energon-soaked now-sparkless body, unsurprisingly, reanimated. After a hurried explanation to Prowl, Prowl arranged to come over and help hunt for the terrorcon. And here we are.

Megatron’s Soundwave, a herald of Unicron, briefly blocks them off. After hitting the herald with the psychological warfare equivalent of a nuke, they continue on to Megatron’s body. And find that it’s already been occupied by Unicron.

They are both scared completely shitless.

They retreat. And now they’ve got to figure out what to do about him.

Keep reading

At Peace.

ask-smokescreen:

the-scrappy-stinger:

You don’t know how big the multiverse gets, do you, Censere? (Bee rigs up a fast holo-projection.) Like this is my universe’s Megatron. But if he has a scar mark…

(Bee stands on tiptoe to put his hands on the sphere and speak to Megatron.) My lord? If you can hear me, it’s Bumblebee and Smokescreen’s got you and we’re working on getting you back to your body. We just- okay we have to get Unicron out of your frame and then… um…

… Smokescreen I don’t entirely know how to get back to where his body is…

We won’t tell anyone about this place, that’s a promise.

/Smokescreen’s poking at the crystal, curious, if concerned./

I gotta get it all in him? But with Unicron in there? How are we supposed to do that? “Hey Unicron, can you open your chest so we can sparkbond with you?” Do we have to deal with Unicron first?

It’s gotta be ours, right? I mean, what are the chances of a Megaspark showing up here with another Megatron dying at the same time?

Do you think we can ping someone for a bridge? Or- can you open a hole again? Maybe we’ll get back then?

Megatron- please, please be okay. I don’t want to lose any more bots I look up to.

It’s unclear whether or not Megatron can register anything in his current state, but the spark does flicker softly as it’s spoken to.

Meanwhile, the hologram has Censere enraptured. There really was such such incredible variance in their designs, he looks simpler and cleaner than any mech he’s seen! And yet this mech still held himself with the same power as their own Megatron had in the war. It simply was him. Looking closer at the two in this room with him, despite how strange they appeared, he found he could say the same for them. Fascinating. 

“I can’t say that I have personal experience with the gods, but if more than one being occupies a body, the stronger one will win out. For him to be accepted back into his frame, it needs to be otherwise empty. …I wish that I could offer more help to get it that way.”

He begins to wrack his brains. With his instruments, he can travel to any place and time, across the universe… but only within its confines, as far as he knows. 

“Can you not simply leave the same way that you came?”

[Low key pinging, because while there were a lot of things odd about April Fool’s day, Megatron was – by far – the oddest thing in her book.]

heligooddeals:

mightymegatron:

heligooddeals:

mightymegatron:

The god stirred from where he’s been resting, growing chunks of dark energon from the palms of his hands.

::Speak, mortal. I care not for your whereabouts.::

Suspicion confirmed; Something’s definitely up. Megatron has never spoken so uncivilly towards her before – or with that voice. When did he change his voice?

«Megatron, what’s going on?»

He growled over the comm channel, refocusing his efforts on the production.

::That worm is no more. I am your destructor, Unicron, and this universe will soon be crushed beneath my hand.::

No response is given to the proclamation – only a short, contemplative pause. Blackguard hadn’t put much stock in the gods since the collapse of the Golden Age, and was less inclined to give in this day of age.

Still.. Something was wrong here, something she couldn’t identify. Maybe the Unmaker really had risen and possessed Megatron’s body? Or, perhaps some crazed fanatic managed to upload a virus into his software and now he’s acting out because of it. Who knows. Whatever it is, it’s as concerning as it is unsettling.

«I want to speak with Megatron. Where is he?»

Stopping in his production, the god carries a shard as he begins to descend deeper into the mines, giving her voice his full attention. He was beginning to enjoy all of this anger and disbelief.

::He is no longer of this world, but do not mourn his loss. You will all be joining him shortly.::

At Peace.

 ask-smokescreen:

 the-scrappy-stinger:

(Bee’s spark freezes when Censere steps back, and he comes back into himself too quickly. He overdid it, he knew it, he was here in his home and he’d just yelled at him and now he was nervous and going to run and they’d be left with nothing…) 

(But instead, he leads them farther into the compound and past all those wonderful things they’re not allowed to touch. Bee’s hand is a little numb from squeezing Smokescreen’s so tightly.) 

(When the little round crystal’s presented to him, he’s hopeful for a flash… and then remembers his grave, and Smokescreen’s alternate.) 

(This… is their Megatron, right? The description sounds like his spark, but…) 

Smokey… how do we tell for sure? 

I’m sorry I yelled, Censere, we’re just… both scared. Really scared. And this is your first talk to the multiverse and I’m sorry it had to be at this really weird time, but… when Unicron’s taken care of and Megatron’s back to normal, I’ll send you pictures. I-it’s not like I can’t find you again…

/Smokescreen gives a relieved sigh, squeezing Bee’s servo to comfort him without really thinking about it./

Thank you, Censere- later on, I can tell you all about the multiverse, after we deal with this, I promise.

You know- yeah, are you sure this is the right spark? It seems like it could be his- but I’m not sure. There’s probably a mark where he was stabbed? But I don’t think the crystal would show that. And how do we let him out of the crystal? And- we should really see if there’s anything that could help his spark.

/Smokescreen reaches for the crystal, hoping to take a closer look at it./

Censere shakes his helm, raising a hand to stop the apologies. “I can understand your fears, believe me. And although you are some of the… only visitors I’ve ever had here, you are far from the most aggressive. So long as you don’t invite negative attention here, I wouldn’t mind your company again. For now, bring it back to the monitors.”

The spark is faint, hard to see inside the crystalline orb. He hands it over to Smokescreen, encouraging both to take a look before ushering them back to the control room.

“Stabbed…? There… does seem to be a patch of light on one side that’s anomalous, but if he was stabbed you absolutely cannot remove his spark from this crystal. I’m not even certain how it’s been kept this stable… If that is what happened to him, then this containment is the only thing keeping his spark lit. To restore him, you must implant the entire thing into his chamber. Perhaps then it will still have the energy left to power his frame… after Unicron leaves it, that is.” He has his doubts that it will work, but there seems to be something else afoot, and if anyone could cheat death, it would be the point-one-percenter.

“As for whether or not he is yours-” Censere typed in another set of codes and the main screen showed a split once more. On one side, the spark in their hands. On the other, a blocky alternate, sitting and reading something in the dark. “Our Megatron is right there. There should be no one else in the universe who shares his signature, and yet there he is, resting in that crystal.”

“He has to be yours.”