[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:

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.::

At Peace.

ask-smokescreen:

the-scrappy-stinger:

We can’t be looking in the wrong place! He’s got a grave right outside!

(Bee’s exaggerating, of course, for how long they ran to get here. But he angrily points at the door and lets himself steam up. He punctuates sentences with furious stomps and wild gesticulations, barely keeping his voice from cracking.) And we’re not leaving here without him! What do you think you’re going to do?! You think you’re gonna go back to wherever he is and tell him that his chance to go home was right at your door and you told ‘em to hide like cowards?! You think we threw ourselves into the vacuum of space on a hunch that we might find him to be told that THIS is where we stop!? 

If ONE mech can’t stand up to Unicron- th-then FINE! Megatron alone won’t do it! WE’LL be there! And we’re either gonna stop the Unmaker or Megatron’s gonna snuff on his OWN terms, the way he’d want it!!!

/Smokescreen’s holding Bee’s arm, but isn’t trying to calm him down- it is really frustrating! They’re right here! Megatron’s gotta be here! He can’t understand why Censere would try to hide him./

Censere, why do you think I’m carrying around the matrix like this? Optimus- My Optimus died. And- and If worst comes to worst, Optimus last offered the matrix to me before he went offline- if Megatron couldn’t fight Unicron alone, or with just us, I’m ready to use it to try to stop Unicron.

But it’d be better if that doesn’t have to happen in the first place! If we’ve got the chance to fight Unicron, and get Megatron back in his body, we can’t just sit around and let our home be destroyed again!

If Megatron can get back in his body, we’ll be able to save him and Cybertron!

Please- please, just help us get to Megatron. I’m not about to see Cybertron go dark again.

“They’re not graves, they’re-” The minibot’s shouting stops him in his tracks, keeps his hand from making contact with the door. He was indignant and passionate, and despite being half his height, Censere felt he was in his face. He looked from Bee to Smokescreen, taking a step back from the both of them. They didn’t just need his help, they were desperate, and… 

“…Alright, then. Follow me.”

The tall mech opened the door and calmly lead the pair back down the hall. He stopped before a section of wall between two doors and drew a symbol over it with his claws. It glowed for a moment, before separating and opening into a dark room, full of active stasis pods. Glancing behind him to ensure they were keeping their hands to themselves, Censere opened the nearest one, removing a round crystal that gives off a faint blue light.

“This appeared yesterday night, atop Megatron’s memorial. The spark contained inside is unlike any I’ve ever seen… it makes sense that he came from another universe. He is very weak…” Censere closed his optics, brushing reverently over the crystal with the backs of his digits before offering it to the pair. 

“But I can see that he is well cared for.”

At Peace.

 ask-smokescreen:

 the-scrappy-stinger:

(Bee follows along with Smokescreen.) 

(The hall pulls at the mystery-solving part of his mind. He wants to know what’s in those doors so badly. Every one of them sticks in the back of his head even after he passes them. Why’s Censere so protective of them? 

(Taken by surprise at his own image- taken from security camera footage?- Bee balks at his accompanying match. Smokescreen has a pretty clearly-pictured alternate… he… Bee swallows hard and tries to keep his CPU from spinning too fast. He’s dead, he’s dead here just like Megatron but he isn’t dead, his alternate is dead. When Bee takes his hand, it’s through kind of a fog, like he’s directing himself from behind.) 

B-but we need him. He’s the only one we know who’s tough enough to stand up to Megat- I mean, Unicron! We WANT Megatron back! He won’t be destroyed- it’s not certain! 

(Something clicks. Why would Censere be so adamant about them not having him… if he didn’t have him?)

/Smokescreen can’t help but stare as they move on, incredibly curious about what’s behind all of these doors. There’s gotta be other bots in such a big place, right?/

Wait, this is the boxy- It’s nice to meet you too, Censere! Welcome to the multiverse! We could tell you more later- I don’t think any of us come from the same universe.

/Smokescreen’s grinning, happy to shake the strange bot’s servo, fairly used to the multiverse’s weirdness. Still- it’s pretty sad seeing the other Bee offlined./

He’s not going to be destroyed from this, he and Optimus beat Unicron before- I know Optimus did something with the matrix, but Megatron had led him to where Unicron was in the first place, and was mentally fighting his control for a while.

But I’m willing to bet his body might get destroyed if we don’t get him back in there soon. I can’t imagine Unicron’s taking good care of it. 

Censere stands, drawing his servos back under his cloak. Megatron is many things, but Unicron… there is no force known apart from the Thirteen that can hold him at bay, much less a single mech, even one such as Megatron. And in the state Censere found him in…

“I’m sorry. I can’t help you. If the state of things are as bad as you say… No one mech can stand up to The Chaosbringer, not even Megatron. Optimus is a Prime, so perhaps he could help… but you are looking in the wrong place, regardless. You may stay here if you seek refuge, but otherwise, I’m afraid I can’t be of any use.”

At Peace.

ask-smokescreen:

the-scrappy-stinger:

Um- I uh- 

(Bee’s struck by the cape, figuratively. The starry expanse is still fresh in his mind, and the network of stars sitting so casually in a cloak throws him for a loop. His fingers flex in Smokescreen’s grip. Focus. For Lord Megatron.) 

I-I’m Bumblebee. It’s REALLY hard to explain, but I opened a crack into space and we fell through it, and it dropped us here. We’re looking for a spark- a really specific one, it- it was- 

(Bee gives Smokescreen a nudge.) Help me out here, I was in a bubble when it happened…

/Smokescreen also can’t help but stare at the cape, in awe./

That cape’s even cooler than Alpha Trions- did you make it? I mean. I’m Smokescreen! Elite Guardsmech- maybe potential friend? It’s nice to meet you, Censere.

Wait- wait, Necro World? … These aren’t all graves, are there? 

/Smokescreen’s at a loss, trying to think of everything that happened just today in a way that doesn’t sound completely ridiculous./

Basically, Megatron drew this magic card that took him out of his body, right? I thought it offlined him, but it sounds like he’s luckily still around. He’s got Unicron’s blood in his body, so his body’s still alive, but his spark’s floating somewhere else. And because Unicron’s blood is in him, Unicron can use his body to move around and, you know, cause chaos. So we want to get Unicron out of there and get Megatron in his body back as soon as possible.

I know it sounds really ridiculous- but that’s really what happened. we could bring you with us and show you, if you wanted to see for yourself. But have you seen any sparks around? We think he might be here, somewhere.

Alpha Trion, crack in space… The more Censere listens, the narrower his optics get. It’s not that he doesn’t necessarily believe them; it’s often the strangest tales that ring with the most truth. It’s that they can’t be who they say they are, and that even if part of it is true, not a word of it makes any sense. They still have yet to explain why Megatron would have Unicron’s blood, or why they’re the ones trying to help him when they weren’t even on the Lost Light, or why there is a Matrix of Leadership tossed casually over the larger one’s shoulder, or why… Unless…

“Wait, please. Hold on.” He gestures to the one calling himself ‘Bumblebee’, working things out in his mind before speaking. With a flourish of his cape, he invites them to follow him inside, walking past his many closed doors to lead them back to his control room. “Either the two of your picked poor mechs to imitate, or…” His digits fly over the panel, creating glyphs in an ancient language. The two centermost screens show Smokescreen and Bumblebee… twice. 

Each screen splits, showing Bee and a grave site at Cybertron on the first screen, and Smokescreen and… Smokescreen, blocky and serious on the second. Censere looks back to the two in his room in awe. “I never thought I’d see an example of the multiverse for myself… It’s a pleasure to meet you Bumblebee, Smokescreen.” He offers his hand to each in turn. 

“There is much I still don’t understand, but if you are searching for something that has been Lost, I suppose I can’t blame you for looking here…” His face returns to a calm mask, tense once more now that his initial shock has worn away. “However, I am the protector of those who have been otherwise lost to history. I can’t allow you to remove anything or anyone from here if what awaits it is only certain destruction.”

::Megatron, Bee told me something troubling and I just… I need to hear from you. I need to know you’re still here, beloved.::

 willnotgogently:

 mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

The voice is still Megatron’s but isn’t, a foreign resonance infects the sound.

::Beloved? So you have fallen prey to this inane concept of affection for this arrogant fool. Your would-be herald is gone, and I will use him to rain down destruction across the universe!::

Unicron is both amused and irritated at such bold claims against what he knows to be facts. The mortal is below him and his time will soon be cut short, but after such an outburst, what better way punish him than to show him in person how wrong he really was?

::So be it. Then you shall gaze upon what your Megatron has wrought, and despair.::

::Shove it up your exhaust port.:: Was all Rung snapped back before angrily typing in the coordinates that he was getting. He paused just long enough to make an adjustment so he would not just drop directly in front of the mech and chance getting a rocket to the face. Leaving a note to his lovers that he would be back soon, he made the jump, gripping his staff tightly.

So many pests. He can’t understand their connection to each other, not when there is so much war and death and deceit. He could see clearly into the Allspark and even Primus could not be trusted for all his Order. These creatures are fools to believe that they matter at all, even less that others do, or that they somehow had more value together.

“What folly,” he mused as Rung made himself known. He almost laughed at the staff in his hands; as if even a hundred mortal mechs could bring him to heel, let alone one! Unicron raises Megatron’s rusted arms, showing himself. 

“Behold your fool, felled and resurrected by his own arrogance. He begged to wield the power of the Unmaker, and when I refused him, conspired against me with Primus’ disciple. Now in death, this soulless vessel is mine, a testament to his failure of a betrayal!”

hey, you still alive?

 choochoomotherslagger:

 mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

::Decidedly not.:: 

::I am Unicron, and that insect is no more.::

Unicron has no concept of April Fools, and so the ‘time’ is lost on him. What he does hear is an interest in Astrotrain’s voice that has no hint of anger or disgust. This mech could be of use.

Without another word, the god allows his location to be known.

A silent location ping. Okay, he can work with this. He either does or he doesn’t.

The fact that it was once a Megatron he knew that the monster was inhabiting put a bit of a damper on things. But the pull was still there, like a blinding bright purple beacon in the back of his mind. Following it wouldn’t lead to anything good. He had to know. He didn’t have to know. He could get someone else to do this and report back–

He silently plead to Primus or someone to give him strength, to tell him no. The universe noted this was an internal dilemma, not an external one, so it didn’t have to roll any saving throws. (And when it rolls anyway for kicks, it gets a 2.)

Open bridge, insert spacebus. His spark is racing.

When Astrotrain arrives, Megatron’s altered frame awaits, standing before the swirling portal. He’s larger now than he used to be, a horn-like crest rising from the twisted embellishments on his helm. There is no spark here, only the sickening throb of dark energon as it pulses beneath the glowing star on his chest. He regards the triple-changer with a cold, violet glare.

“You know me, mortal.” His voice echoes in the dark tunnel, a borrowed version of Megatron’s own. “Is it power that you seek?”

At Peace.

ask-smokescreen:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

He blinks at the screen, bewildered. Megatron’s body? But Megatron was… and the Matrix? What would Autobots want with Megatron that involved the Matrix? 

“…Leave me be. This is a private residence. I know my rights.”

… private residence? Crap. 

(Bee calls out in the speaker’s direction.) PLEASE, he’s in trouble! His spark was separated from his body and now Unicron has it! If you know anything at all, we could use your help! We don’t even have to come in, right, Smokey? 

(Bee squeezes Smokescreen’s hand tight.) 

/Smokescreen’s squeezing Bee’s servo as well./

Right- We’ll be out of your hair as soon as we figure out where he could be! We need to find his spark- Unicron’s in his body, and if we don’t find his spark soon, Unicron could, you know- destroy Cybertron.

Also, what is this place? What’s with the pedestals?

…These two seem very much not like hunters. He’s downright stumped by them. Since time immemorial, people have tried to feign needing help in order to set up a con, but either they’re colossally bad at making their story seem plausible, or it’s so outlandish that there’s truth to it. 

And generally, murderers and thieves don’t hold hands for so long. The door opens a crack, enough to show his ornamented helm. “…You don’t need to stay out there, but please, don’t touch anything.” After ensuring they’re listening, he opens the door the rest of the way, revealing a tall, orange mech with a cape… lined with what seems to be space itself.

“Where you are has often been nicknamed “The Necroworld… but I would prefer to be called Censere. I have some questions of my own- who are you? How did you get here?”

At Peace.

ask-smokescreen:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

The door is flat, sealed shut with a mag-lock. There is a camera just above it, looking down at the two intruders with its light on. Behind the door there stands the mech, watching the pair through a datafeed over his wrist. He is silent for now, still suspicious. Why they’re looking for him is unclear, though with the relic at the larger one’s side, he still guesses they’re some kind of hunters. He closes his optics for a moment, getting his bearings. As far as they know, no one is home.

(Bee spots the camera, mostly from an eerie feeling of it drilling into the back of his head. The little light means it’s recording, but not necessarily that they’re being watched.) 

Knocking’s a good idea. (Bee walks right up to the door and bangs on it.) HELLO! Do you know anything about Megatron? We need to bring him back to his body! 

Is anybody on duty? (He bangs again.) HEEEY! 

/Smokescreen’s awkwardly resting the matrix so it’s on top of his doorwing hinges so he can free an arm to knock as well, looking up at the camera, giving a smile. Just in case./

HEY! Anyone home? We’re kinda lost- and we’re trying to find someone, and we’re wondering if you’ve seen any sparks floating about! Are you okay in there?

He blinks at the screen, bewildered. Megatron’s body? But Megatron was… and the Matrix? What would Autobots want with Megatron that involved the Matrix? 

“…Leave me be. This is a private residence. I know my rights.”