You have been through so much that I’m surprised you can still smile.
I’m glad that you still smile.
Tag: driftsetadrift
Drift had been doing some exploring, traveling to universes he hadn’t visited in some time. He hadn’t seen this Megatron in some time, and had been friends at one time. ::Drift hailing the nemesis. Requesting landing.::
Megatron himself doesn’t answer, but he overhears the transmission and clears the ship with a smirk. By the time the foreign ship lands, the former warlord has made his way down to the flight deck.
“A voice I haven’t heard in some time. Why the sudden visit?” It may sound like an interrogation, but he’s yet to drop the smile.
Drift steps out, the halls of the nemesis are not completely foreign to him, but still a bit strange.
“Its too easy to lose contact with your friends and damage relationships, and I’m afraid I’ve neglected this one terribly.” Megatron looked different, good, maybe a bit tired, but it was good to see him.
Standing with his arms crossed behind his back, Megatron looks over the well-worn ship, and the equally worn plating of the former Decepticon. That little qualifier would have been cause for death only a few years ago, but now was simply a fact. He hardly cared about the red markings now.
“Admittedly, it is difficult to maintain such things over faction lines. Luckily we needn’t worry about such things now. We’re far more concerned with rebuilding- and in your case, building a family.” He grins again, motioning for Drift to follow him towards the edge of the deck. “How is the little one doing?”
A genuine smile as he followed Megatron, standing to his side.
“Fast Track is growing fast, at the rate shes decided to grow at I bet she could be in her adult frame in just a couple years. Her brother however, hes growing a bit slower. He was uh… an unexpected addition. Greys delivered him to us the day he was born, something happened to his birth parents, so now he’s our child.” Looking somewhat sad for just a moment. “We love him just the same but uh, taking care of two growing sparklings at the same time is… hectic.”
His optics widened, shaking his helm. “Two… I could hardly handle two fully grown minicons in my youth, I can’t imagine.” They reach the edge of the ship, the sun gleaming off the freshly built towers of New Iacon below. Megatron takes a moment to breathe it in, letting his field relax just enough to let Drift feel his ease.
“However, things are relatively calm here. If you required aid, that’s something I would be able to offer.”
Drift had been doing some exploring, traveling to universes he hadn’t visited in some time. He hadn’t seen this Megatron in some time, and had been friends at one time. ::Drift hailing the nemesis. Requesting landing.::
Megatron himself doesn’t answer, but he overhears the transmission and clears the ship with a smirk. By the time the foreign ship lands, the former warlord has made his way down to the flight deck.
“A voice I haven’t heard in some time. Why the sudden visit?” It may sound like an interrogation, but he’s yet to drop the smile.
Drift steps out, the halls of the nemesis are not completely foreign to him, but still a bit strange.
“Its too easy to lose contact with your friends and damage relationships, and I’m afraid I’ve neglected this one terribly.” Megatron looked different, good, maybe a bit tired, but it was good to see him.
Standing with his arms crossed behind his back, Megatron looks over the well-worn ship, and the equally worn plating of the former Decepticon. That little qualifier would have been cause for death only a few years ago, but now was simply a fact. He hardly cared about the red markings now.
“Admittedly, it is difficult to maintain such things over faction lines. Luckily we needn’t worry about such things now. We’re far more concerned with rebuilding- and in your case, building a family.” He grins again, motioning for Drift to follow him towards the edge of the deck. “How is the little one doing?”
Drift had been doing some exploring, traveling to universes he hadn’t visited in some time. He hadn’t seen this Megatron in some time, and had been friends at one time. ::Drift hailing the nemesis. Requesting landing.::
Megatron himself doesn’t answer, but he overhears the transmission and clears the ship with a smirk. By the time the foreign ship lands, the former warlord has made his way down to the flight deck.
“A voice I haven’t heard in some time. Why the sudden visit?” It may sound like an interrogation, but he’s yet to drop the smile.
💬 (even if its been ages)
In your case, I have had to learn not to associate you with your universal alternate. He is someone who gave my Decepticons great grief. Perhaps you did, too. Either way, that is what you were, not what you are.
What you are… is someone who will likely make a good sire.
Drift is tempted to pick up the tiny megatron, he is quite adorable. But he knows better than that…
Don’t.
Hail, Oh Useless One. Is it your whispers I have heard through the mire?
The small orange God turns and tilts his helm a little. “I whisper, yes, but what is it that -you- hear that you would think it is I?”
I hear all who wish harm on another. I have heard you, and the one called Dynasty, call for the end of one whose “offering” offends you.
Bellator stabs his sword into the ground between them.
Such is my domain. Invoke me and the mortal will meet a fitting end.
*Goes to bother Megatron with his gray magic, thinks twice of it and walks the other way* (haaai, been forever, gonna poke you)
Did you need something, Drift?
Need some assistance? I’m a freelance nanny/caretaker looking for some kids to play with.
You’re not getting near any of them until you convince me you’re not going to take and/or harm them. If I get the slightest inclination that you might I will rend your helm from your shoulders.
He paused. ::Very.::
::My former handle. I no longer use that name, nor do I plan on it in the future.::The faintest of growls. ::That mech cost my Decepticons valuable resources. It would seem that some things in the multiverse are universal.::
::I didn’t cost the cons anything, I just left. Figured out my spark wasn’t in their corrupted cause any longer.:: Unperturbed by the growl. ::Found a better path.::
::A bold statement to make to the leader of said “corrupted cause,” Deadlock. You new path is far from better. It leads only to your demise.::
Megatron's back up 