Minimus kept his arms crossed and glared at the PuPu for making him waste precious time. The past could not be changed, and he already experienced his life once. He reluctantly held onto its hand with two servos while wishing to sink into his sweater, and they flew - flew? - through some sort of wormhole. They ended up in space, outside of a familiar ship. It gestured him to follow inside.
Another Minimus walks through the hallways, carrying a string of lights - while their appearance is similar to ones used on Earth for Winter Solstice celebrations, they served a more serious purpose. The resemblance to Christmas decorations was purely coincidental and certainly not related to the activation of Brainstorm's Contrivance Machine.
This Minimus, while sporting a green and white color scheme, wears a slightly different set of armor. This is his outer armor that hides his true irreducible form seen on Vaikuntha. It nearly doubles his height, features shoulder pads and wheels, and has a shell on his back that is part of his minesweeper alt-mode. The pattern on this one's chest resembles the one on the sweater Vaikuntha Minimus wears. Past Minimus also looks happier.
He approaches a part of the ship that doesn't have the glowing lights, at which he turns around - to Megatron. Without the Dream Width shrinking him down, he towers over all onlookers. "This location requires field boosters, but it appears that--"
"You require assistance in reaching it," Megatron finishes his sentence. "Allow me." He walks over to Minimus in two strides and picks him up with his large hands gripping him under his arms.
"Thank you," Minimus replies with the same stern look on his face, but if one looks closely, his body language indicates he's relaxed as he strings up the lights. "Have you attempted to contact Rodimus lately?"
"Just before I left to inspect your progress. He still has not responded to my messages." Megatron steps to the side to allow him to continue his work.
"As expected. I have concerns about his safety if he does not return before we enter Mauler territory."
Megatron makes a noise of agreement, and the two finish decorating the hallway before Megatron sets him down. They walk to another area of the ship together.
Vaikuntha Minimus didn't realize how tense his fists had beem until he felt them relax while watching this scene. This was when he trusted Megatron and looked past his sins. Before the mutiny and the betrayal. He was...happy. Less uptight. It was sad, in a way, watching his ignorance play out.
"I don't need to see this," he addressed the PuPu chaperoning him. "May we leave?"
Rebirth of a Mech
The second scene takes place in a large, official-looking room. Minimus, still wearing his outer armor, stands before a regal robot with golden metal protruding form his head like a crown, a flowing cape, and a scepter. Beside him is a gigantic set of blue armor that would be mistaken for another robot save for the lack of glow in its optics and the open chest cavity revealing a small cockpit. Minimus could fit in there.
"I require an answer as soon as possible," Tyrest begins, gesturing at the suit. "I selected you as a candidate to take on the mantle of Ultra Magnus due to your abilities, but if you would rather hand over the opportunity to another mech, I understand. All I ask is that you keep the truth a secret."
"I accept!" Minimus responds a tad too eagerly. "It will be an honor to work under you." He lowers himself on one knee. "I swear I will uphold the Tyrest Accord and uphold the legacy of the Immortal Lawman until the day I die."
Tyrest nods. "Minimus Ambus of Ambustus Minor, I hereby bestow upon you the title and identity of Ultra Magnus, the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord. From now on, you life your life according to the Autobot Code and work under my guidance. No one must know the existence of the pilot save for a select few. We shall begin your fitting and calibrations at one."
Under his breath, too quiet for Tyrest to hear, Minimus mutters: "Thank you."
"You told me that this was a negative moment in my life to encourage self reflection," Minimus turned to the PuPu of Starlight Past. "This was the most important decision in my life. I have to admit, my blind loyalty to Tyrest is one of my regrets, but I would have been an nobody if I weren't Ultra Magnus."
"Ah, so you believe that your life changed for the better, puuuu?"
"I got everything I had ever wanted." Respect. A purpose. A new name and face. A legacy separate from his brother's.
"At what cost?"
Minimus tilted his head, the equivalent of a Cybertronian raising a brow. "I don't understand. I gave my up former public identity, of course, but that didn't change who I was."
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Minimus kept his arms crossed and glared at the PuPu for making him waste precious time. The past could not be changed, and he already experienced his life once. He reluctantly held onto its hand with two servos while wishing to sink into his sweater, and they flew - flew? - through some sort of wormhole. They ended up in space, outside of a familiar ship. It gestured him to follow inside.
Another Minimus walks through the hallways, carrying a string of lights - while their appearance is similar to ones used on Earth for Winter Solstice celebrations, they served a more serious purpose. The resemblance to Christmas decorations was purely coincidental and certainly not related to the activation of Brainstorm's Contrivance Machine.
This Minimus, while sporting a green and white color scheme, wears a slightly different set of armor. This is his outer armor that hides his true irreducible form seen on Vaikuntha. It nearly doubles his height, features shoulder pads and wheels, and has a shell on his back that is part of his minesweeper alt-mode. The pattern on this one's chest resembles the one on the sweater Vaikuntha Minimus wears. Past Minimus also looks happier.
He approaches a part of the ship that doesn't have the glowing lights, at which he turns around - to Megatron. Without the Dream Width shrinking him down, he towers over all onlookers. "This location requires field boosters, but it appears that--"
"You require assistance in reaching it," Megatron finishes his sentence. "Allow me." He walks over to Minimus in two strides and picks him up with his large hands gripping him under his arms.
"Thank you," Minimus replies with the same stern look on his face, but if one looks closely, his body language indicates he's relaxed as he strings up the lights. "Have you attempted to contact Rodimus lately?"
"Just before I left to inspect your progress. He still has not responded to my messages." Megatron steps to the side to allow him to continue his work.
"As expected. I have concerns about his safety if he does not return before we enter Mauler territory."
Megatron makes a noise of agreement, and the two finish decorating the hallway before Megatron sets him down. They walk to another area of the ship together.
Vaikuntha Minimus didn't realize how tense his fists had beem until he felt them relax while watching this scene. This was when he trusted Megatron and looked past his sins. Before the mutiny and the betrayal. He was...happy. Less uptight. It was sad, in a way, watching his ignorance play out.
"I don't need to see this," he addressed the PuPu chaperoning him. "May we leave?"
Rebirth of a Mech
The second scene takes place in a large, official-looking room. Minimus, still wearing his outer armor, stands before a regal robot with golden metal protruding form his head like a crown, a flowing cape, and a scepter. Beside him is a gigantic set of blue armor that would be mistaken for another robot save for the lack of glow in its optics and the open chest cavity revealing a small cockpit. Minimus could fit in there.
"I require an answer as soon as possible," Tyrest begins, gesturing at the suit. "I selected you as a candidate to take on the mantle of Ultra Magnus due to your abilities, but if you would rather hand over the opportunity to another mech, I understand. All I ask is that you keep the truth a secret."
"I accept!" Minimus responds a tad too eagerly. "It will be an honor to work under you." He lowers himself on one knee. "I swear I will uphold the Tyrest Accord and uphold the legacy of the Immortal Lawman until the day I die."
Tyrest nods. "Minimus Ambus of Ambustus Minor, I hereby bestow upon you the title and identity of Ultra Magnus, the Duly Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord. From now on, you life your life according to the Autobot Code and work under my guidance. No one must know the existence of the pilot save for a select few. We shall begin your fitting and calibrations at one."
Under his breath, too quiet for Tyrest to hear, Minimus mutters: "Thank you."
"You told me that this was a negative moment in my life to encourage self reflection," Minimus turned to the PuPu of Starlight Past. "This was the most important decision in my life. I have to admit, my blind loyalty to Tyrest is one of my regrets, but I would have been an nobody if I weren't Ultra Magnus."
"Ah, so you believe that your life changed for the better, puuuu?"
"I got everything I had ever wanted." Respect. A purpose. A new name and face. A legacy separate from his brother's.
"At what cost?"
Minimus tilted his head, the equivalent of a Cybertronian raising a brow. "I don't understand. I gave my up former public identity, of course, but that didn't change who I was."
The PuPu shakes its head.