Blink. Blink. He's....Thinking of exactly what the f u c k he's meant to do here.

...Megatron takes a step or two back, for the first time in a /very/ long while, a look of just...Sheer and utter confusion mars his face. "..What /trick/ is this?" Funny, seeing as he himself offered. "Never, in all your years would you join me so readily. /Ever/."

One can understand his confusion, to be fair when a dark and evil tyrant offers you his hand and says 'fulfill your destiny' ALL IN IS KIND OF IMPLIED. "And how would Optimus Prime elect to resolve this...Situation? Are not my methods too much for you?"

"...Four million years, Pax." There's a long pause, deep in thought, an evil glint shines in Megatron's optic. "Here I was beginning to think you had betrayed me."

Sideways glance at the TL. What the fuck did you people d o to him this isn't even Prime anymore.

"Stop that at once." Megatron demanded, his usual commanding tone faltering just a little bit, as he's...Y'know, still shocked. He's not about to let that show though, Prime is the only one who'd really be able to pick up on it anyway. "Enough...Angsting around, its demeaning."

//Y'know I really don't know what to do here so uh I might just retcon that conversation. YA WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SAY YES.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Hmm. None of his subordinates have answered his call to arms, yet. Pity,

Hmmm, he supposes he'll have to get this cruiser in working condition himself, then. All he has with him are grunts, and Primus forbid they do anything right. He's hardly a mechanic, this might take awhile.

//Y'all are valid.

//Remember. The character might be mean but I like y'all.

//One of these days, i will give Meg a redemption arc. But it is NOT THIS DAY

Update on the repairs. He is not a good mechanic, or technician for that matter. He can work on bots if he /needed/ to, but this...Isn't his field of expertise.

Having said that his field of expertise is murder, so many that's poor wording.

Further update, in a fit of frustration he has broken the conduit he was attempting to prepare. It...Might just be better to try and find Soundwave, than to do this himself.

Trust me. When he finishes these repairs, the multiverse is doomed.

"....I wish Unicron devoured you all."

....The cruiser's essential systems have been restored. It's not pretty, but it'll work.

Fuck, another one.