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and then rule 63 struck - kill me now

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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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.

[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.]

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.

[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.]

[Uhm. What?]

Megatron?

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.]

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.]

[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!

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.

[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.]

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...

[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.]

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.

"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.

[NONONONO OW! OW! Sam will be swinging his other arm around to hate himself later as he grabs hold of lady Megatron to keep from all the weight being on his poor caught arm. Why? Because that hurts!

Oh, and he's not going to be saying anything else. Just grunting and flailing. Hurts to much, baaaw.]

[That statement is slightly uncomfortable... but it passes quickly and Megatron will hardly admit she felt anything in reaction to it. And if so, only insofar as to admit that "she was created that way" by the Quintessons.]

That is the power your creators have in your world? SHouldn't you find a way beyond relying on the rememberance of you by others<(/i>?

[Unpleasant thought. Fighting is what she knows, what she is. She'll rise beyond that when the time comes, however.]

[Oh, stop being such a protoform... or baby perhaps, Sam! That's rather unbecoming for the several-times human hero of Earth, you know.

Megatron will just watch him flail and swing around for a bit; the last human she lifted up like this at least had the fortitude to take the treatment silently (but then, he'd been struck dumb by fear, probably, as the "I can control this giant alien robot" situation turned into "... only not so much".]

I assume you've been of some importance and use to the Autobots, since you knew my designation.

[Alll the scorn, and she finally lets you down on her palm instead.]

Well?

[A small laugh and a smile followed that.]

I know my limits, honey. And I'm happy enough as long as there's evidence to keep me in memory. It's not like I couldn't make a comeback long after I'm forgotten and faded. So long as my films are there, or a picture is left... I won't ever die.

Now that the Dip is gone, anyway.

[At that thought she shivered and tossed her hair over her shoulder, only to have it shift back in a perfect bounce to lay perfectly over her face in that soft wave.]

[It's better to be in the palm of the devil than in hi—her path? Maybe?]

Uh...yeah, I'd rather not talk about it. Actually, I'd rather not be here, so I'll just be on my way...

[It's too high to jump. Right? Still, he's going to estimate...]

[There's a huff and a scowl at Jessica's proclamation of accepting it. If she had accepted such things... She would neither be who, where or what she is today.]

Limits were made to be broken. Otherwise I'd be nothing more than a puppet, still! And to creatures that ought to have hand in the creation of one of my species, no less.

[Apparently, no matter what Optimus thought, her assessment of humans had been correct. The last statement has Megatron curious, however...]

A way to kill you, I assume?

[There's certainty in her voice, however.]

[Jessica nodded.]

A terrible way to be erased.

[Another shiver and she leaned back again.]

And what about you, honey? We've spent all this time talking about me but this is your space to speak out, not mine. Who is this Starscream? He your fella?

[Maybe, yes. But when the devil is named Megatron, and is a giant alien robot that could crush you... Maybe not.]

I don't think so.

[She'd been kneeling, so it might have been low enough to jump, but now Megatron stands up, and she closes her fingers slightly; not completely enclosing him, but enough to offer some obstacle... or protection from falling.]

Perhaps it would be wiser to simply tell me what I want to know? The chance it will actually be of use to me is slim, after all... Different universes and all that.

[Tiny, dangerous little smile, and that wasn't really friendly advice.]

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