melodiesofeternity | Endgame-Lighting the Darkest Hour

Who: Megatron, Minimus Ambus, NPCs, and anyone who signed up for this plot
When: During the endgame plot
Where: The Transformers universe - an unknown planet, the ship, and Unicron
What: The gang goes to IDWverse and has to fight a weird robot and his giant evil plant.
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When the airship breaks through into this new reality, it does not come out over a planet. Rather, the Heroes find themselves in the depths of space. The Cybertronians of their group grow much larger - Minimus is over ten feet tall while Megatron is nearly forty feet tall. Thankfully, this was accounted for before departure, and with the return to his native universe, Megatron regains some control over his mass-changing tech, allowing him to shrink down to a (slightly) more manageable size for the benefit of the organics among them. Who find themselves suddenly clad inside a suit of delightfully retro-futuristic space armour that the Cybertronians helpfully identify as an "exosuit", which not only provides superior levels of protection and onboard blasters, but also can safely transform with the occupant inside into a wheeled vehicle mode. There's plenty of time to get used to moving in the suits, which can be surprisingly clunky to the uninitiated, and the transforming, which while perfectly safe is still disconcerting the first few times one tries it. As is attempting to drive it.

"This is bad." Megatron notes grimly, checking the ship's navcomp. "According to the coordinates, we should be over Veras Centralus. No, I apologize, Verus Centralus. Veras Centralus is in the Kol system." But even a cursory glance out the bridge viewscreen shows no planet whatsoever. "We should push onto Cybertron." He says, grimly.
There are a few planets along the way that they can quantum jump to as they hop across space towards Megatron and Minimus' home. Or there should be; each jump brings them to just more empty space, or more distressingly, a debris field unaccounted for in their star charts. With each passing trip, the likelihood that they are too late for this universe becomes more and more apparent. Has Balahaka won this round?

However, one tiny sliver of hope remains when the shuttle picks up an errant transmission from the distant plant of Clemency. It's the first transmission of any kind they've picked up since they arrived, and their first indicator that they are not yet too late. Apparently, long ago during the Great War, Clemency was the site of a massive battle between the Autobots and Decepticons. Nowadays there's not much there beyond the rusting bodies of all the dead neither side had the time or inclination to retrieve. It seems fitting, in a darkly ironic sort of way that the only place left to hide is among the dead.

The ship is running on vapours when they arrive, but there is indeed a still-whole planet in the viewscreen in front of them. Minimus takes one group planetside to investigate while Megatron stays on the main ship. Considering his reputation, it would be safer for everyone if the natives did not know that the scourge of the universe was not among this rescue group. However, thanks to communicators and a secure comm channel, he can at least listen in and be kept informed of what Minimus and the other Heroes find.

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[Post threads for plotting, reconnaissance, and exploration here! This is where NPCs can be questioned as well.]

Thanks to the suit's zoom-zoom capabilities, Rutile took the opportunity to return briefly to the ship, in hopes of finding Megatron still here. There was much to see, a lot to take in, and even more to try and piece back together down on the world's surface.

"Your skills could be of use down there, you know."

Megatron is seated alone on the bridge, having used his mass changing tech to keep himself a bit smaller; he's the same size now as an unarmoured Minimus. He looks up as Rutile enters with an admonishment.

"It's safer for all of us all around if I stay here." He replies, though even he doesn't look satisfied with that answer. "We need the refugees here to be cooperative. My presence would...agitate things." After all, if the greatest mass-murderer in galactic history were to show up, even these refugees might consider taking some revenge. It'd be well-deserved in his case, he won't argue that, but it would also blow back onto his comrades, and he cannot risk that. Still, it's a bitter reminder, especially after centuries in the Functionist universe where he was regarded as a hero.

"Besides, we have an open comm channel. I'm not completely cut off, Rutile." He points out. "I can still advise, at least."

Not completely cut off, was it? Now why did that remind them of someone... With a huff, they supposed that there was no changing his mind, for now. "In that case, if they were to discover our connection with you it seems that that would be equally as upsetting for them—" there was a pause, as their crystalline eyes rested on him for a brief moment, "and yet here you are, still trying to do good regardless."

They seem to think you're a bit of a softie for some reason, Megatron. But they don't give much of an opportunity elbow a denial in, already moving on to the matter at hand.

"Then? Your advice on the next move? How much do you know about this Unicron?"

"Always." Megatron agrees. "Whatever good I can, for as long as I can."

At Rutile's question, he folds his arms over his chest and frowns. "Damned little, I'm afraid. We were at the opposite end of the galaxy dealing with our own little crisis when the Functionists followed me across from their universe with their version of Cybertron. By the time we'd gotten back, the conflict with Unicron was already over. I didn't have much time to learn a great deal about what happened before I left...save that victory was achieved at great cost. Our version of Cybertron, all its colony worlds, abd great number of our own race had to give their lives to stop it." His expression falls a little at that. Optimus had sacrificed himself-for good this time, it seemed-to end Unicron's rampage. Starscream too, his Starscream, had done the same. "It accomplished more devastation in the few weeks it was active than I managed in four million years of war. And that was when it was still following its original directives; with Adaptus in control of it..." He frowns, then looks back up.

"I believe I might have spoken to you in the past a little about our mythology, yes?" He asks curiously. "The Guiding Hand, and all that. Do you remember?" Megatron himself hadn't been in full possession of all the facts at the time. It would probably do to give Rutile a more complete understanding, so they would know how dangerous the Grand Architect truly was, especially with a weapon like Unicron at his disposal.

Everyone!

[With Ratchet now on board their ship, Minimus climbs onto a stool and claps once. Then he claps twice, waiting for the others to follow suit. It helps when addressed a crowd of recently-forged Lunarians.]

We cannot proceed unless we know with what we are fighting. As urgent as this is, a group of us should find this Unicron and gather information. [He turns to Ratchet.] I take it that you were unable to witness much of the machination?

Had a hard enough time getting Pharma to stop paying attention to me. Not to mention that lots of the insides are too small for a Cybertronian to explore.

[A shrug.]

Your funeral. Who wants to hear more about this death machine?

Something had been preying on Kuja's mind. On Vaikuntha and his own world, he had strength enough to hold his own in any combat one would care to participate in. Here, though...

"Megatron, a word, if you've a moment."

Endgame-Lighting the Darkest Hour

PREPARATIONS

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