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covertagent-ravage asked you: "Killed in a Transwarp Explosion... Managed to take Megatron down with me though..."
"Impressive!" Starscream knelt down to offer Ravage a high-five. "My congratulations. If one must go out, that's an excellent way to do it. Although I confess I'm surprised to hear you wanted to see him go down. Why the change?"
covertagent-ravage asked you: "...Hello Starscream." A see-through Ravage with glowing blue optics walks towards him.
Hmm. Blue optics means either a faction-switcher or a shattered con.
And see-through means dead.
"Ravage." Starscream smiled broadly. He didn't see other ghosts often. "Recently deceased? My sympathies. I see you've at least had enough time to figure out how to give yourself a visible form. What brings you to my cave?"
Ravage heard you say 'frag Ravage.' He's more than a bit nervous. Just gonna slowly back away, then run like hell.
"It was a meme, not a promise or an actual desire!" she calls after him. Moonracer sighs. Yeah, this is why Anons suck sometimes.
Ravage, Megatron, Shockwave
"How about no, no, and not a chance?" What was that about cruel anonymous beings again? She sighs. Alright, she can think her way out of this. "Drink with Megatron, because that might be interesting. Frag Ravage, I guess, and bond with Shockwave."
"Megatron used DARK ENERGON to try and make himself more powerful. In my home universe, Megatron was noble... He wasn't stupid enough to try that." Ravage did have a reprogramming incident several years before-he wants to join the Autobots now, but his reputation stops that from happening. He may just join the Shattered Glass Decepticons instead.
"Yeah, we know," she said dryly.
The Tyrant's visit to the old base in Nevada was burnt into her memory.
"Miss, I know how the Decepticons are here. Megatron's ambitions will kill him, if it hasn't already happened. I am from a different universe, in which the Decepticons were originally evil... But the Decepticons here are worse. I do not wish to fight alongside them. But I can't join the Autobots, as Ratrchet already wants to kill me. And I still do not know why."
"I hate to break it to you, but from what I've gathered the Deceptions here are just as nasty as the one's you're describing," she muttered before standing a little straighter.
Clearly, this 'bot wanted her to do something about his plight. "Have you considered that maybe it takes a little more than a change-of-mind to switch sides in a war? And as far as I know, being on the opposing side of a war has that kind of effect on people, spontaneous death wishes.
"If you're looking to try and swap factions, I'm not the one you need to convince."
Ravage is going to grin. "Please, don't do anything crazy. I could eat that mop if I wanted to. I am not hostile at the moment... Megatron's ambitions will get him killed if they haven't already. I want no part of it."
"Don't tempt me," she spat back, lowering the mop head to a 45 degree angle rather than pointed directly at the minicon. "How do I know I can trust you?"
"I am Ravage. Former Decepticon."
"... What do you want?" Holding that mop out at the length of it's handle.
No closer, cat.
