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[tyrantofdarkmount]

|| Low hum. ||

So, they’ve come to know me as the ‘scarred up’ Megatron?

... well, they’re not wrong.

[silverdeer]

"The good thing about pushing fall earlier into the year is that I get pumpkaboo spice sooner."

[tyrantofdarkmount]

|| Laserbeak is no Soundwave, but the mini con is just as apt for surveillance as their host. || || For the past few days they’ve been monitoring the chat room his son had been a part of [before a certain incident revoked his communication privileges], forwarding any information they could get regarding the EMP device that had been delivered to their universe not long ago. || || The news they’ve come to discover was... interesting to say the least. || || Multiple attacks across multiple universes, mass casualties [but no fatalities], and mecha with specific combining attributes going missing in the aftermath- all of it surmised to stem from a race known since the days of their race’s very creation. || || All and all it posed an alarming scene- one that left the masses uneasy, the conclave clambering for a solution, and all of New Cybertron’s leaders on edge in one way or another. ||

|| Despite hating the idea- Megatron surmised they would have to plan their response carefully. Weigh their options and gather more information before effectively deciding on a coarse of action. But one thing was certain- ||

|| In the coming weeks there would have to be some changes... and few were going to like them. ||

[tyrantofdarkmount]

|| Takes a long drag off the gnarled end of a cygar and lets the thick, black smoke smother his vents. || || His ‘my son just got in trouble for doing something and is sad’ senses have been going off for the past joor and he’s fighting the urge to fire up the space bridge and find out what in the nine levels of pit just happened for himself. ||

[tyrantofdarkmount]

|| A painful sensation crawls across his chassis, causing the aging warlord to abruptly rise from recharge. || || That was not the usual ache of Unicron’s blood cauterizing his innards. No that was something far different. Something far more worry inducing. || || ... || || Where was Arkaitimus. ||