High Lord Protector

"Prime won't be able to protect things forever. Such naive duties will cost him his strength."

"Home..."

|| Agreed. I can enjoy TLK for what it is, but it could've been executed better yeah.

|| Oh yeah, I know. That tweet was when a Producer was talking about a TLK sequel.

A large silhouette looms over @HiddenHeroine, being more to himself these days, it took a moment before a word muffled under his faceplate. "Sof."

|| So if TLK does get a sequel, for the love of Primus keep Megatron as this pretty Knight. He changes so much, don't abandon this gorgeous design.

Loud squinting. "Why are you like this."

"Yes, hello." Megatron grabbed a hold of his 'face' before propping off his entire mask, exposing an old familiar face. "I'm here... Are you in peace?"

"Do not—."

"I don't know, but crushing him is fine."

"Greetings."

He may lack weapons now, but he can still crush anyone in two.

A servo reaches around his back, unhooking a large cable that connected to his Fusion cannon; dropping it and shrugging the weapon off. "Because I mean it." He then grabbed his sword, dropping that as well; disarmed entirely.

"I chased the AllSpark into the very sea of space itself, for our world. Trust me, I want the best for it."

"I /know/ Cybertron, it beckons me. With my knowledge, along with the aid of the many rather than few... We can make a better world."

"And I'm not selling, all I am offering is my word; an idea."

"Oh! The history books will love this one. A wise decision, Prime."

"I think we would all be a little more productive working together for Cybertron." Yes, Megatron said that.

Megatron's claws fall upon his chest, etching markings into himself nonchalantly, their spark ached. Just like that, another good mech he'd traverse the sea of stars for gone; oh how times were more simple when it was just Soundwave around.