Sooo much *Tsk tsk tsk*
*That earns a stern glare.*
You are nothing but an incomplete mirror of myself. Do not pretend to be anything more.
Sooo much *Tsk tsk tsk*
*That earns a stern glare.*
You are nothing but an incomplete mirror of myself. Do not pretend to be anything more.
Hard to believe someone as dark as you would fail to understand this with such innocence… *sigh*
*Squints at his younger self.* And what could you know that I do not?
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…. Greetings… Megatronus?
… *He hopes to Unicron that your life is devoid of war.*
*As vehicon D-16 continues to search for Soundwave, a doppleganger of the warlord is going about business as normal. When he walks to the bridge… he finds his younger self standing there.*
Just what do you think you are doing here?
he looked over at the doppelganger and jumped, “i… well… um… Scrap…” he muttered faintly, not sure what to say

Don’t you have your own future to attend to?
His internal chronometer goes off, waking the vehicon from recharge. Optics burn brightly behind the visor from the excess energy given off by a large spark. Wait. Visor? Megatron raises a servo to his helm and sits up. He’s in the barracks?
Why is everything so large? He stares for a moment at his own servo. Or rather, the servo of a vehicon soldier. Visor. Barracks. Small.
Slag.
His first thought is to locate Soundwave. The spy wouldn’t be able to fix this, but he would surely help. Ignoring the other soldiers that are preparing for their shift, a lone vehicon storms down the halls with all the authority in his stride as Lord Megatron. Needless to say, he earns more than a few stares.
Megatronus had blacked out and woken up in the nemesis, much to his surprise, and after walking around he realized that many that inhabited it thought HE was Megatron… having yet to find the said tyrant he decided to take this chance while he could, and he began to act as his counterpart.
Sipping on an energon, he stood on the platform and watched the massive screen, saying nothing as he took a long drink of his morning energon before he resumed watching things work
*As vehicon D-16 continues to search for Soundwave, a doppleganger of the warlord is going about business as normal. When he walks to the bridge… he finds his younger self standing there.*
Just what do you think you are doing here?
Megatron rises and helps him up, still glaring. “Let go of your delusions. …Thank you for the drinks. Happy creation day.” He turns away and goes out the door of the bar, steps a bit unsteady.
he stood and watched him go, before he went up to him, “Ya need a *KST* place to rest? I got a spare *ZZT* berth at my place” he offered
((From last night, this is what he would have said))
“No, I will no-o-t stay at "your” place. Becase for the briefest moment, I will fo-orget that I came here, wa-ake up in my old room and think that I still li-ive there. I won’t do it!“ With that he calls for a ground bridge, turning away from his past and returning to reality, still feeling the haze of overcharge.
((…I don’t know? I mean with Megatron’s ego, he’s more likely to end up trying to kill the other one than trying to frag them. As for Megatronus… would YOU want to have sex with a younger version of yourself? Some people might, but you must admit, that is a strange thought.
Maybe if he was overcharged, but again, he’s more likely to start a fight when he’s like that, especially against someone he sees as a rival.))
He rubbed his helm, and looked at him, “I was planning to pay, but alright.”
Megatron orders more shots of hard HG. If nothing else, he would make this venture entertaining. He’d been told that he was quite the sight overcharged, and now he’d be able to see it for himself. He takes another glass in hand.
“As you said: bottoms up.”
“I’ll say” he said, grinning as he rubbed his faceplates, “gives you that heated tingle feeling, sends jolts to your processers and spark alike… whoo…” he huffed
…Ah. That’s right. He’d once been a light-weight. The warlord smirks at the thought. Now it took considerably more high-grade to affect his systems adversely.
“How about a game? Whoever gets incoherent first has to pay.”