and then rule 63 struck - kill me now

[defied_the_council]

And the point of this then? My patience for folly extends only as far as my patience for Starscream's backstabbing, shenanigans and ridiculously short vision.

[Which is to say, not far at all, considering the whine of the cannon.]

You better have a reason for dragging me out here, or Primus help you, fleshling. I am Megatron, lord of the Decepticons, and beings more powerful than you have attempted to chain and own me, and have failed!

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[drawnthatway]

It sounds like you'll have to learn some more patience, then. Besides, living in the 'real world' isn't so bad. When you can get work, anyway.

[defied_the_council]

[A human. Megatron's optics narrow, before she shifts back, helm cocked.]

I have patience for things that matter. This? Is a useless, insulting exercise; I have other things, far more important, to do.

[Ergo, conquering the universe. And finding a better fuel source to make Cybertron mobile again. Maybe the Matrix would work, after all.]

And this is hardly the "real world". It's a limbo, and I have had enough of those too.

[The mun should have considered things better.]

[drawnthatway]

I meant that it's the world of humans and people, not toons. I suppose it could be seen as limbo, if you believe in that sort of thing.

[She takes a drag off the cigarette held in a long, thin holder.]

Honey, trust me on this, no matter how you rage or roar, it does very little in the end to effect the outcome of whatever got you to that point.

[defied_the_council]

[An endearment? Who does the human think she is?! All it elicits for the moment, however, is a rumbling growl from Megatron's engine.]

The amount of others in here would imply this. The point, however, is that, ultimately, considering where I came from, this venture is useless, more shorter-lived than Starscream's attempts at plans and taking over the Decepticons.

I will go nowhere so she should stop wasting my time and send me back!

[The snarl is reverberating, and is followed by clenched fists. Someone didn't heed the "no matter how much you rage and roar" part, obviously.]

[drawnthatway]

[She gives a shrug, not at all concerned by the robot's seething and growling.]

Only you have gone somewhere, haven't you honey? You're here. Playing the role your writer has put you in just like the rest of us. At least this place - [She makes a small gesture with one tiny hand.] - allows you to take a break from all that and tell that writer exactly how you feel about what they intend.

And besides, it's better to be remembered and used than forgotten... left to fade away in memory as ink fades from a paper. That's more than a lot of toons get in their later years.

[defied_the_council]

Unfortunately, yes.

[You have a point, and that is exceedingly rankling.]

My story was merely amusement... short variations on a theme, and then, apparently something stuck.

[Here she smirks.]

Maybe I should be amused at how I've inconvenienced her, even if she has delusions regarding "controlling" me. But I know use, and being used... no matter who they are, isn't something to be accepted or even striven for!

[What an utterly despicable thought.]

Surely even a human like yourself has more ambition than being used by someone else, no matter their power over you?

[Optimus had blathered in their defense, and here... even if she might not be "real" - she was still a human - the creature was talking of bending to a greater power, no pride or defiance.]

[drawnthatway]

I'm not a human, honey. I'm a Toon. Can't you tell the difference?

[A curious raise of an eyebrow before shrugging.]

My whole life, my appearance, my personality... is dictated by the writers and the artists that created me. Once created I was allowed to live as I wanted. I got married. But every Toon's greatest desire is to be remembered. To be known and to entertain. To be used, as you put it. Otherwise we fade, our colors draining until there's nothing but a distant memory of the ink that created us. It's sad existence, to be forgotten.

[defied_the_council]

[Considering her words have been of some worth, Megatron'll cock her helm and consider Jessica, before sneering.]

No. You look human to me, and currently, my scanners aren't working, so I can't actually tell what you're made of.

[But if it looks human, speaks like a human... why wouldn't it be human? Except for what she says next. Curious.]

And you accept that? Rememberance can come through fighting after all.

[Not impressed. At all.]

[drawnthatway]

I only look it because I was drawn that way.

[Another drag on that cigarette, followed by her chin resting in her palm as she leaned forward on her chair, boobs squeezing out - impossibly perky and bouncing slight - from between her arms as her shoulders tightened inward.]

I've fought before. Less people remember me for that than they do for my singing... and even that is less memorable over time than my film work: the cartoons I co-starred in.

[nonononono]

[Uhm. What?]

Megatron?

[defied_the_council]

[Would you like a ladylike giggle to go with the hips to make it extra clear? Forget it, Sam.]

That's my designation, yes.

And you, human?

[So it's not "boy", but with the condecending tone, it could just as well be.]

[nonononono]

[No he'd like no Megatron at all, actually. But that doesn't fit down the chimney.]

You're not Megatron.

I know Megatron. Megatron's a...guy.

[defied_the_council]

[Unless you get a Cybertronian-sized chimney, maybe! And there'll always be Megatrons! ... even in ways earlier not thought of, apparently.]

... I would think it unwise for something so insignificant to attempt to dictate who I am!

[The timbre may be different... or off, depending on your point of view, but surely you recognize that roar, Sam? And a foot just stomped down right beside you as she leans down over you.]

Perhaps the one you know is a mech, but I. am. not. And further...

[She's smirking narrowly now.]

He's not here. I am.

[Watch that hand, Sam.]

[nonononono]

[NONONONONO

Sam will be backing away as fast as he can without actually running. Or stumbling, if he can manage it.]

I always thought I was insignificant, but then he was trying to pull out my brain to get symbols...it's not my fault Megatron doesn't understand the human body!

[defied_the_council]

[Such a delicious chant of denial, boy~

And she'll allow that backing off, merely slamming her hand down slightly behind him.]

Pulling your brain out of your body? Hah! To be of any use, they need to stay inside, even the simplest of my soldiers know this. But then, I'd prefer to not know how you carbon-based sacks of water work either.

[If she had the luxury of that, but alas, twenty years fighting on Earth and you pick up a thing or two... Out of pure exposure as much as necessity.]

And why would he need to pull 'symbols' out of your brain, human?

[Because she's admittedly curious, now.]

[nonononono]

Oh, you know—or don't—just, uh...stuff.

[Yeah, and he totally just stumbled over that hand like an idiot, and he'll be half-turning as he backs off all the more.]

It'd make sense if they knew, wouldn't it? But I guess they don't...

[defied_the_council]

"Stuff"? Very... eloquent. I'm sure you know what was in your own brain, boy.

[Ah, there we go. Even if it's factual (if condescending), since you're a human male.

And Sam can attempt to back off all he wants, now, as Megatron (surprisingly gently) grabs him with her other hand, lifting Sam up with one arm caught between two of her fingers.]

Know only what you need about your enemy to subjugate or destroy them. Now. I'd like to know what my... alternate would want with your brain.

[i_am_a_god]

So, my hypothesis is correct after all.

There is no difference.

[defied_the_council]

... No difference between what?

[If there's to be comparsions, and science, she'd prefer not to be a subject in it. And she also wants to know what this is about. Before she crushes you]

[i_am_a_god]

It is all the same...

Evolution's extreme does indeed bring naught but misery and emptiness.

You are a mechanical being, sentient. Your potential is near-limitless, yet you waste it in rule and battle and dominion!

Another waste of my time.

[defied_the_council]

And who are you to judge, human?

Change come from conflict, and when we've been brought low by despondency, being herded like drones and and suffered games of war as mindless entertainment, it takes time and effort to get us back to where we ought to be!

[She's not roaring, yet, but her words are underlaid with the growl from her engine.]

I do not think, from what I have seen, you can claim any different actions on the half of humanity. Any variation of it.

[i_am_a_god]

Be wary of your conclusions, for I am no human at all.

Further, I did not seek to make the claim that humanity is better! Oh no no no, far from it! Even so, I had -- for a moment -- expected better of you and yours.

I am not impressed.

you, it seems, are just like man-- intent on fighting, and battling, and establishing who will rule, and who will not. You will justify it to yourself however you please, but the truth is that you will do nothing but continue this tide of battle and war.

It sickens me.

[defied_the_council]

[He'll just get an incredulous stare for the statement of not being human. He certainly looks like one, but since she's already been talking to someone who looks but admittedly isn't...]

You know nothing of my reasons! Beyond the rule and protection of the universe, there's things that wait. We need to be ready, and wallowing in stagnant peace won't prepare us.

[She sounds absolutely livid, but if it's because he claims to know or because she and her species are being compared to humans, which she'd opined to Optimus they were more than is harder to tell.]

[i_am_a_god]

I know enough. I have seen you even now, and I see what I see in the face of man and Reploid and Cybertronian alike.

In the end, you are no better than the other beings in this universe that fight and battle for nothing. Your fighting means nothing to the universe now, and it will mean nothing long after you have collapsed into rust.

[defied_the_council]

And what goals and causes do you profess to? Since even with a single one, and you'd have to fight with someone to get it.

[Yes, she's not impressed by the statement, and even less pleased at being compared to humans despite the fact that in the original canon the speech Megatron used was delightfully ironic and hyporitical.]

No matter what the fighting consists of, we will clash with those around us, to get our way, to decide the course of action taken... All that matters is what lies behind, if the reasons are wide-reaching, important enough to fight over.