ROCK'EM SOCK'EM ROBOTS [BIG OPEN FIGHT LOG]

[sufferist]

Who: Signless, Robots, and YOU
Where: City Hall, and all over downtown LA.
When: April 14th
What: Signless bates the Cybetronians into having a big fight in downtown LA while attempting to get a valuable artifact. Earth civilians and superheroes are SUPER WELCOME to notice the fuss and try to stop the fighting/safe people from collateral damage.
Warnings: SUDDENLY ROBOT ULTRAVIOLENCE

Signless leaves himself, and the hammer, visible at first. He wants them to see him, to know that the battle is imminent - and with any luck, a conflict will start. He'll do his best to disappear and keep them hunting for him as as long as possible after he's initially been spotted. Maximum collateral damage is his goal.

It also helps that he's an empath. He'll be taking whatever opportunities he can to agitate people's emotions, whether it be anger, panic, or fear, in the attempt to make ever more chaos.

This is a party style log, meaning you can make you own threads and scenarios. Signless will be around with the hammer. LET'S MAKE THIS AS BIG OF A CLUSTERFUCK AS POSSIBLE, GUYS.

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[thanksoptimus]

Orion wishes that he could trust him about that, but he can't. After everything Arcee has said...

"Every individual has their uses," he says. "I am just uncertain what yours is for me."

[bigfuckinggun]

"And you believe I would have to have some use for you to want you repaired?" It's true. But, you know. Whatever. Megatron raises his eyebrows like it isn't. "Is that why the Autobots have neglected to properly see to your injuries?"

[thanksoptimus]

"They have not asked a single thing of me," Orion replies, his voice tense. "And yet they would do all that they could to help. Perhaps I do believe that you would use me - with how prepared you are to write me off as an enemy if need be, your only satisfaction seems to lie in controlling my actions!"

Megatron continues to turn him away at ever corner, but now he comes to him and fusses over his injury as if it is any way his business. It pisses Orion right off - he has no right.

[bigfuckinggun]

Megatron snarls in frustration – mostly at the fact that Orion is right, but against all reason he feels offended by it, too.

"Write you off as an enemy?" he growls. "I must consider him an enemy who sides with my enemies, Orion!"

[thanksoptimus]

"I have sided with the pursuit of peace instead of slaughter, and the Autobots were the only ones willing to even hear me. But if you really valued me as a friend or an individual, you might consider my attitude towards your behaviour as a reminder - a reminder of what we used to fight for. For someone who once spoke for freedom, your only desires seem to be to overpower and control others!"

He steps forward this time, further into Megatron's space, as a pointed display - he's not afraid of you.

"Were the Autobots to surrender, it seems disturbingly likely that you would only take the opportunity to line them up and terminate them like high-castes did in the scrap yards of Kaon!"

[bigfuckinggun]

Megatron's claws curl into fists, fangs bared. Orion's presence is a reminder, and it is not one that he likes in the leas. Freedom has indeed dropped a very long way down his list of priorities indeed – at least for anyone other than himself – but hearing Orion chastise him over it does nothing to make the idea of changing that in any way seem palatable. His has not been a wholly unselfconscious descent into tyranny, and he has spent a long time convincing himself it is justified. If anything can shake that it won't be getting scolded by someone he still considers naive.

It's what Orion says next that's the last straw, though, combined with the way he draws himself up, unafraid. He should be afraid. "How dare you?" With a roar of fury, Megatron seizes him by the windscreen and hauls him closer, with no regard for his injuries; "How dare you compare the necessities of war to what we endured under Cybertron's old rule?"

[thanksoptimus]

Orion lets our a yelp of pain as Megatron drags him closer, his knee jarring uncomfortable and his windshield creaking under the strain. It doesn't cow him for long, however, and soon he focuses's his gaze on Megatron's, his optics burning.

"What separates it? You are the one with the power now, and you have been for millenia. And this is what you choose to do with your freedom? Who do you fight for now? Or is it only yourself? The necessities of war do not include the slaughters of those at your mercy!"

[bigfuckinggun]

Nobody has spoken to Megatron like this for centuries. Oh, of course Optimus Prime would try to talk him down every now and then, but thousands of years of war has a way of taking the edge of that kind of thing – Optimus, by now, had – rightly - run out of real hope that he might change Megatron's mind. And none of the indignant Autobots who from time to time confront him expect him to be anything more than a monster. But Orion still burns with disbelief and betrayal, far beyond what Megatron remembers of his reaction the first time their paths had split. After all, their opinions were not really so different then. Both of them have changed.

For a moment Megatron wonders, if he were shorn of his memories as his old enemy has been, what would his own past self think of the choices he has made? But he cuts that thought short: it does not matter, he tells himself, what he would have thought of this when he was younger; he was a fool, then, as Orion is – he would not have understood.

The hesitation only shows on his face for a moment, but he knows it has shown. He lets go of Orion, almost throwing the other bot away from him in rage and disgust, snarling, "Do not lecture me on the morality of war, Orion Pax! You know nothing of conflict! You know nothing of this war!" His optics narrow, and he pulls himself, a little, back together. "I did not come here to argue with you, Orion," he says; he still seems somehow unsteady, and there's a harsh bite to his words. He is no less angry. "I will not allow your chosen comrades to take what is rightfully mine."

With that he begins to back away, his eyes on fire with anger and hate. Then he transforms, launching himself into the air with a roar of engines, leaving behind only warm air and a slightly cracked road.