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mightymegatron

He could press the issue, blame him for ditching the device, and he almost does. But what good would it do but take them down the same road? He chooses to focus instead on the second part.

::Not intending to travel much in the near future?::

:: No. ::

The reply carried more weight than he expected after he hit ‘send’, especially in context of speaking with the mech that funded his first great escape. How long would it take for wanderlust to start scratching under his plating again?

:: This universe is fine. ::

Megatron smirked, something like pride working through his field. What was the matter with him?

::Alright. I am still here should you require me for reasons other than my space bridge.:: Whatever the hell those might be he couldn’t say, but it was true all the same.

big-shoes-to-fill:

mightymegatron

The bluntness is replied to with more bluntness.

::The second one, you mean?::

:: Yeah. I gave it to another Megatron to make a blueprint, but left his Nemesis before I got it back. ::

Otherwise he would have left his root-verse prison before Manus had a chance to do anything at all.

:: I probably don’t need one anyway. ::

He could press the issue, blame him for tossing ditching the device, and he almost does. But what good would it do but take them down the same road? He chooses to focus instead on the second part. 

::Not intending to travel much in the near future?::

big-shoes-to-fill:

mightymegatron:

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Through the wonders of the Multiverse, a plain…

Scrap. :: Yes. I didn’t think you’d open it that fast. ::

::Am I not to open secret parcels that appear on my desk?:: His glyphs are tinged with humor so that the light sarcasm carries. It doesn’t look bad for being home-made gel. After turning it over in his hand, Megatron slips it into his mouth. The liquid center oozes.

::It is very good, Rigel. Perhaps we should trade recipes.::

The mech on the other end of the screen misses that intent completely, frowning warily at the messages.

:: I found it on the Datanet, anyone can get it. I lost your bridge remote. ::

The bluntness is replied to with more bluntness.

::The second one, you mean?::

big-shoes-to-fill replied to your post:
Through the wonders of the Multiverse, a plain…

Scrap. :: Yes. I didn’t think you’d open it that fast. ::

::Am I not to open secret parcels that appear on my desk?:: His glyphs are tinged with humor so that the light sarcasm carries. It doesn’t look bad for being home-made gel. After turning it over in his hand, Megatron slips it into his mouth. The liquid center oozes.

::It is very good, Rigel. Perhaps we should trade recipes.::

Through the wonders of the Multiverse, a plain metal tin appears on the edge of the mech’s desk. Inside is a misshapen, gelled energon treat with a dark blue center. Folded neatly underneath the candied lump was a note: ‘I’m sorry.’ Surely the Former Warlord would know the list for which the mechling was apologizing… Please, don’t make him say it aloud.

The tin is inspected carefully. It’s past the so-called “holiday season” so the gift’s origin takes some investigation. The note however, is written in a child’s hand.

Rigel’s long-unused commlink is brought up, but he only sends text rather than his voice. No need to frighten the young one again.

::Thank you. Did you make this yourself?::

The return ping she gets is relieved and thankful. It’s not marked as urgent, so she may answer when she’s able. Whatever transpired, it can’t have been easy. ::He’s home. Did they put up a fight?::

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Blackguard hums softly, running her thumb over Redstrike’s hand as she opens a line with Megatron. His ping might not have been urgent or needing an immediate answer, but she definitely needed to decompress through sharing.

«A little bit.» She mumbles, reaching up to rub at her face tiredly, only to realize that her mask was still off – and lost on that Cybertron. Scrap.

«Manus– Ruka– He tried to shoot me down after he caught me taking Rigel back, but Crossfire dealt with that before anything could happen.»

It brings a satisfied, proud smirk to his face to hear that she’s the one who went and got him back. He knew she would.

::I’ll assume he’s dead, then. Good. Mechs like that make the multiverse a darker place for everyone.:: And now, whether or not she’s the one who actually did it, they’re both responsible for killing corrupt Senators. He feels a certain pride in that. Out of all the things he’s done, that’s one he doesn’t regret.

::…He was right, Blackguard. To trust you with him.::

Megatron squints at the ping for a moment, before his optics widened in disbelief. Rigel. He had always reaffirmed that the youngling had to still be alive, that he had to be safe because his captors wouldn’t steal him if they could have just ended his life right there… But seeing that little notification, not an S.O.S. signal, Megatron felt as if the air had cooled around him. It was one thing to believe he was alive and another to have proof. Checking the signal’s origin, he confirms that it came from his own universe, and smiles.

There is relief in his return ping that he doesn’t bother concealing. He doesn’t expect an answer, he’ll contact Blackguard for the details and he still expects Rigel to be cold with him. Their last talk hadn’t ended well, largely on his part. That doesn’t stop him from replying:

::I’m glad to hear you safe, Rigel.::

He wants to ask more, did they hurt you, are they still after you, what did they want, but all that could wait. Rigel was alive.