He nodded and spoke up, “Bartender! Two more!” he watched as the drinks slid up to them before he grinned at him, “Bottoms up!”
His optics rest on his alternate for a moment, wondering if there is some motive to this. Slag it all. He drinks the second one down, the burn filling his fuel lines. Wonderful.
“I never realized how much I missed this. Imported Vosnian high-grade is fine, but this is the stuff that gets right to the core.”
He tossed his head back and downed the drink, before he set down the cube and rubbed his throat, “Stronger since last time” he squeaked, before he put a fist over his mouth and cleared his throat, “How’s the drink doing for you, my friend?”
Megatron’s tanks rumbled in a way that would make most mechs sick. It just reminded him of the past.
“Another.”
he laughed softly, “Alright then” he walked in, then took a seat at the bar, “Bartender! two of your best!” he ordered with a grin
Megatron sits at the bar and watches the bartender pour the drinks and mix in a few signature flavorings. He remembered the mech’s face but not his name. Looking around the bar, there were even more familiar faces, ones he knew he’d passed in the Kaon streets and even those he would later fight alongside. He hadn’t known that they were so close to him before it all happened. He only hoped that Rumble and Frenzy were nowhere to be found.
“I haven’t had one of these in ages. Can’t say I remember what it tastes like.” He raises it to his optics, briefly scanning for any contaminants but he finds only the debris associated with this particular kind of bar. Drinking it down, the crystals burn his intake. Primus, the nostalgia.
“Glad you could make it, my friend” Megatronus rumbled happily, “Come! The bar is this way” he turned and began walking, looking behind him for a moment to make sure the mech was keeping up.
“I know where it is,” he retorted. “I may be older but I have not yet forgotten the layout of my own city.” Megatron looked around as he walked. Everything just as he remembered, and his past self walking before him, so enthusiastic. He felt like a phantom, watching his memories as they played out; though he had certainly never treated his future form to drinks. This was no memory, it was another version of his world entirely. So easy to get lost in.
They arrived at the old bar after a few blocks, earning a few stares from passing mechs. One famous gladiator was remarkable enough, but two? They must have been quite the sight. Megatron smirked as the entered the familiar establishment.
Megatron didn’t know why he’d agreed to this. It could only end badly. But in his alternate’s universe, not only was Cybertron still in-tact, he was not quite yet a wanted mech. Theoretically, apart from his own ship, there was no safer place to be. That wasn’t the issue here.
Offered sparkday drinks by his former self. It sounded like some kind of metaphor, but there it was. And why not? He was proud of his accomplishments this past stellar cycle. Currently the Decepticons sat on top of the world. Why not have a night to celebrate?
The warlord left the Nemesis is Soundwave’s more than capable servos and enter the coordinates given to him that would take him to a familiar place on a familiar planet to meet that eerily familiar face. He stepped through the ground bridge to a Cybertron of long ago.
That accursed alternate of mine is turning Soundwave against me…
He could succeed. Why should Soundwave believe me? He has no reason to. That other one is from an age that he remembers. Still so naive and Idealistic, just like he would recall. And what am I? Harsh. Intimidating. Frightening.
…What can I do?
I need to calm down. Even if he goes, he will regain his memories and return. Of course he will.
“Just a warning would have longed, silly.”
Soundwave chuckled slightly, sometimes he was like a youngling in his behavior.
he chuckled, then shuffled a pede, “If i may… can i have another?” he asked softly
No, you cannot. *He is seething with fury. It can practically be seen rolling off of his frame.*
mighty-megatron said: *steadies him* don’t think on it too much… it is so much to take in. but i will protect you while you are vulnerable, as i always have.
.
.
“Thank you, Megatronus. I am just confused as to which one of you I should trust. But, I dont think you mean me any harm.”
Soundwave bowed his head briefly as a sign of acknowledgement though he wonders what he meant with “always”.
Of course I do not mean you harm. *So much he just can’t say. He tries to remember Soundwave at this stage.* …No matter what has transpired since what you can remember, we have always had each other’s backs. I will not abandon you now.
“Soundwave…?”“Corrupted? And, his own realm? I am afraid I can not follow your explanation, Megatonus.”
The slender mech tilted his head in question.
Soundwave, do not listen to him. He is a false version of myself.
The Greatest Gladiator: xxxsoundwavexxx: greatgladiatorofkaon: xxxsoundwavexxx:…
*Oh if only it worked like that, alternate. Megatron rips his hand away, now the mood has changed. The dark energon and subservience was more than nice, but that the god now had such feelings for him was nothing short of disturbing.*
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