He’s not gone, merely.. detained. You know of his strength. He will be fine.
*He reaches down to pet the little cassette.*
The kitten whimpered at the harsh tone, stopping in his nervous babbling and shrinking in on himself, one parent missing while the other was now leaving as well. The poor bitlet trembled, shaking his helm and trying to be strong, trying to be good so his daddy wouldn’t leave him too.
“Daddy….don’t want Daddy to l-leave too….” Struggling to not let anymore tears fall, Ravage let himself burrow into his daddy’s warmth one last time, licking his jaw and trying not to keen at the realization that now both parents would be off somewhere, maybe in danger. “Daddy come back soon? Wif Carrier?”
Another gentle rub between his audials.
“You can stay in our room until we return if you wish… And yes. We will both return.” The warlord lets him ride in the hollow at the base of his neck.
//You shouldn’t make promises like that.//
He might bang his right arm against a the doorway as he passes through it.
//What was that?//
Megatron clutches at his chest, the shard of dark energon sustaining his spark pulsing rapidly before stilling again.
“…Soundwave..” //That way.// The warlord charges down the hallway, towards the center of the disturbance, only to find a strange cystalline orb.
“He’s inside…” The result of more magic? Stepping closer, Megatron reaches out to feel the strange, color-changing material. //Don’t!// He recoils, pulling his servo back.
//Something’s wrong, don’t you feel it? It may consume you, too!//
“I can’t allow him to remain trapped, either. You swore yourself to me, so lend me your strength!” The warlord’s new, jagged sword unsheaths, causing the violet fuel in his lines to activate in a burst of tinted light. Shards rush through his protoform and fuse with his plating, giving it an iridescent sheen. Gems emerge and glow with his inner light, a few spires forming a glittering crown.
He stands before the odd cocoon, right arm raised to slice a hole in the shell, heedless of the danger within. Soundwave would do the same for him.
Megatron closes the door to his shared quarters, the only light emanating from the two glowing objects in the room. The Dark Star Saber, leaning beside it’s purer predecessor, and the Matrix of Leadership, which sat on his desk, wan light overpowered by the violet sword. He supposed there was some kind of symbolism in that, but it only made him sneer.
Accursed vessel. Touching it boiled the fuel in his veins and weakened the Matrix alike, the blood of the two gods disagreeing with one another. It was never granted to him before, and now wielding it would be utterly impossible. Contact with his tainted spark would destroy both the artifact and himself if he tried.
//How can you call yourself a leader?//
The warlord’s canon stirs as he whirls around. “Reveal yourself, intruder.”
//I am no intruder. I was forged by your hand.// Icy optics drift to the glowing weapon. His sensors aren’t faulty, no one else is in the room. No one but he and Soundwave had access to this room. “That is impossible.”
//Your life that I have witnessed consists of proving the impossible. You made me to destroy the Star Saber, which could not be done, and I fulfilled your wish. You and I fell through the atmosphere, and survived because you willed it.//
“Then why insult me if you claim my feats to be great?” It said something about his life that arguing with a sword was not the most absurd thing he’d ever done.
//Because you have grown weak since your fall. You cannot be the leader your people deserve on your own.// Megatron scoffs, deactivating his cannon. “And I suppose you have something to offer me that will make that possible?”
//Only my service. I exist by your will; let me act on it, as your extension. I cannot realize my full potential without your guidance, and if it is your wish, I will never fail.// Such loyalty from an object that he had thought inanimate. //Wear me, an extension of your will, and Cybertron will be protected by the Lord it deserves, greater than any Prime.//
“How can I be so certain that Unicron is not simply speaking through his lifeblood to entice me into uniting with him once and for all?” The air around the sword shimmers, somehow managing to give the effect of resolve.
//I was a part of Unicron long ago. You gave me this form and granted me function and purpose! My power is yours alone to wield!//
((I was never into the Magical Girl stuff as a kid/teen myself, or most shoujo for that matter. And then two weeks ago I started watching Kill La Kill and got all sorts of inspiration. A picture will follow soon of badass Magical Megatron.))
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