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[not_your_gun]

Who: IDW!Megs, Kino, Mikaela, Glit
What: Megatron needs a makeover. Or, really, he needs to be repaired almost completely, and so is going to be in one place for a bit...and gets to talk with some humans he's been needing to speak to.
When: Following Magnum's fight with Ironhide and This Declaration.
Where: Swindle's shop, Zone 5
Notes: Separate

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[not_your_gun]

"...it is only 'dumb' if you consider from an Autobot point of view. Personally, I'm..." He paused, to consider the best choice of word. "...impressed. You're taking actions to further your skills, and are aware of the danger, yet progressing anyway." It was what a Decepticon would do, and he paid the utmost respect to that philosophy. Come to think of it, he'd produced that philosophy.

And it had carried over worlds.

His glower was significantly lessened now, though he did not answer any other of her questions. The knowledge that he had worked in a mine was...sensitive, in a way. It had already been used against him once, and he had no desire for his past to become a spearhead in an argument, again.

His treds twitched once more, loosening almost forcibly as he calmed himself down from the unexpected tension. He'd frightened her, and that was...that was good. It made an impression on the mind, so that any further instances could be prevented. "A technique." He spoke, leaning back a bit, hiding the amusement he held about her clutching onto his leg by seeming as indifferent as possible. "Ah."

"Then by all means, now that you have my permission you may continue." Gesturing a hand towards a set of drawers in the corner (and the ladders that Kino had rigged up to make them accessible to humans,) he resumed his smirk. "I believe they keep standard supplies in there. Glit accessed them several times before."

[greasemunkygal]

"...Hm." She murmured, pulling her fingers through her hair. Impressed. She supposed that was infinitely better than being angry with her, or thinking she was simply worthless. That's just how she was, though. She'd always been the type to get what she wanted when she wanted it, and took action to do so. Sitting idle was something Mikaela had never been very good at. "Thanks, then."

She waited for an answer, but he didn't give her one. She lifted a brow, but she didn't press. Pressing him was, she thought, a terrible idea. She knew how much it irritated her when Ironhide or anyone pushed her for information she didn't want to tell. Maybe in his own time he'd tell her, but apparently that would not be today.

"Yeah...um...sorry, again." Mikaela's voice was sheepish, and she nodded and stepped back, glad for the permission. She glanced to the set of drawers he gestured too, she made a noise in the back of her throat and proceeded towards them, hopping down and scurrying up the ladder with efficiency. She had ladders herself in her shop, multiple shelving was a must and the place had been built for a mech much larger than herself anyway. She poked through the supplies, pulling out what she needed and slinging the replacement belt over her shoulder. She hummed and fished around for the proper tools. Once satisfied, and made her way back over to her previous place, then glanced up at him.

"Uh..want me to just...start?" Ask first with this one, Mikaela. For your own safety.

[not_your_gun]

He nodded, acknowledging her thanks simply. It was...strange...he decided, that he could converse so easily with her...but the root of it lay in the fact that there were so few people in this Nexus that he could converse so easily with. The Autobots were quick to oppose him, the Decepticons had certain expectations of him, and the organics barely registered to his perceptions, at all. It was only recently that he'd begun to see the worth.

"I'm certain there are secrets of your past you would not be comfortable with sharing, Mikaela. Especially to a perceived enemy?" He had noticed that eyebrow raise--it was not so different from the way Cybertronians would sometimes lift an optic ridge. Another peculiarity.

But she was learning, and this pleased him enough that when she asked, his engine slipped from its agitation into a steady smoothness. Not quite a purr. "Good. And yes. You may proceed."

[greasemunkygal]

"You have a point, I guess. I...don't talk about my past much with anyone." She admitted, settling in to start. "It's....I mean, I'm not like, ashamed of it or anything. It's just something I don't...really spread around." Running around telling the Autobots and her friends that she'd once been an accomplice (willing, at that) to grand theft auto just wasn't really on her agenda. Like, ever. "So...I can understand why you wouldn't wanna talk about it in general." She offers a tiny smile, though it falters.

"Okay. I um...might need to climb on you a little bit, so I can get to it." He's a lot bigger than her usual customers, and the much larger ones she usually had to climb on. Of course, with them, she usually just did it instead of asking first, but Magnum was right -- she was learning. She wasn't dumb enough to surprise him again. She rather liked being alive.

"Oh also, if you wanna cut off your pain receptors for me, that'd be awesome. If you haven't already, that is." The change in his engine was an audible one, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He was no longer pissed. That was good.

[not_your_gun]

"So you have had...problems...then, in your history. ...I will admit I had not expected such things out of one so young, but your kind does continue to amaze me." He turned up the intensity of his runner lights, to provide better illumination for her. "And it can be...difficult...to discuss matters of secrecy with those who are close to you, as well, can't it."

His smirk returned.

"Convenient that this Nexus provides us other options, then."

He settled completely back, nodding his permission. "Thank you for asking, Mikaela, it seems that you..." His expression changed completely, going from vaguely pleased straight into surprise when she mentioned the pain receptors.

"Autobots can do that in your world?"
It was certainly something medics could handle, yes...they had to, in order to perform their surgeries...
...but...just turning it off like that...was...quite a different thought for him.

That would be extremely useful.

[greasemunkygal]

"...Mhm." She nodded in thanks when he turned up the lights. "Kinda--

Well, yeah. You could say I've had some uh...'problems'." She chuckled darkly, shaking her head. "It can be, yeah. Sometimes talking to your friends can be harder than talking to someone that...isn't." She cleared her throat, and nodded.

"Yeah. It...does." She was relieved at his permission, and grabbing what she needed, she hauled herself up on his leg to get a better look and angle.

"That I...?" She pressed, but she was cut off when he seemed surprised.

"Well...yeah. It's...not really advised, though. Unless you're in this situation or with someone you trust. Do you...not know how to do it?" That was one of the first things she'd been taught. Working on a mech who was in pain was...impossible, and it seemed...cruel.

[not_your_gun]

"Likely because Decepticons tend not to have friends, in our cases. I'm certain you have noticed." He leaned forward, a bit, offering a hand up onto his leg so that she could better progress up and down. Leaving challenges was one thing--making it more difficult for someone to do repairs on him was quite another. "Is there perhaps anything you wished to talk about?"

The next question caught him off-guard once more, however, and his optics intensified and narrowed.
"Can you turn off your pain receptors, Mikaela?"
He...realized that looking angry was not entirely fair to her, however, and relaxed his expression. "...its not common in my world unless we're being worked on...medics know how. I do not."
...
Imagine, competing in the arena with pain receptors off. So useful. "Though if you care to teach me...?"

[greasemunkygal]

"I have, yeah." She looked thoughtful, then hopped gratefully into his hand. He's a little bigger than what she's used to. "Actually...there was something I wanted to...tell you." She isn't sure if telling him is the smartest thing, but...she knows he will...maybe not understand, but be able to use the information for something.

She just wants to go home, and she's ready to go to any lengths to do that.

"I...no. I can't." Her voice is small, and she leans forward over her work to take a better look. "I'll...do it, then. Sorry. Are you...ready?" She leaned over him, eyes taking note of what she's going to have to do in order to disable them. She's not a medic specifically (not yet, anyway. Her studies are going well), so she was going to have to disable the whole limb.

"It...kinda deadens the area." She looks thoughtful. "You'll lose complete feeling in the area, like a...like numbness, y'know? You can still move it, but I'm not sure if you'd be able to do it unless you were specifically watching it. Like...your leg."

She looked surprised. "Oh. I can teach you, if you want me to." She seemed pleased that she'd be able to teach him something.

Sorry for tiny tag.

[not_your_gun]

"Oh?" He lifted an optic ridge. "Now you've made me terribly curious. Do go on."

Leaning forward gave him a better vantage point for the operation, and so he simply nodded. "Glit has done such to me before when enacting repairs. But if you could teach me, that would be very useful."

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[greasemunkygal]

She pressed her lips together, the look on her face clear. She can't decide if it's a good idea to tell him or not.

"I've been having these...visions. Nightmares, only...I don't think they're nightmares. I think..." She glances around, then stares at her hands and quiets as she leans forward to begin her work.

"Here, do you feel that?" She taps something with her finger. "This is the main sensory grid for this leg. If you can pinpoint it with your processor, you should be able to manually disable it yourself. Keep in mind that should you try to stand on it, you might uh...fall over or something, since you wont be able to feel it." She had cut herself off, and she knew it. She would circle back in a moment. "In order to turn the receptors back on, make sure you keep in your memory this location, and again, as long as you know where it is and how it works, you can re-enable it. When I'm done with this, I can...poke around, show you where the rest are, if you'll let me."

She coughed, then glanced away.

"Anyway, these...visions...flashes...whatever they are are frekaing me out. It's like...like I'm seeing Cybertron's history or something. I know the Cybertron from my world is dead, so...this can only be stuff from what's past, you know? They're...really random and brief, so...it's hard to pinpoint whats going on."

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[not_your_gun]

Megatron did what he tended to do best in these circumstances, and listened, aware that Mikaela was feeding him information that the autobots would not like for him to have....and that, therefore, was necessary for him to possess. It was moments like these to which he worked for, and waited patiently for, (and hoped that his sometimes lack of patience did not ruin.)

Visions...nightmares...it was nothing that he had experience with, and sounded almost...religious, in nature.

Pinpointing tiny parts of his own body to allocate for later, however, was a bit more along his lines, and he tested what she told him...searching for that particular grid among a list of components. It...was a long list. "Tap it again." He instructed, and then performed the search a second time, seeking out the spike of input that would single out that array. Ah. Aha.

...heh.

He made very specific note of it, as she instructed...and then...cut the power to the grid.

Immediately, various alarms went off inside his head, and he scowled at them, trying in vain to tell them that his leg was, in fact, still there and still functioning, (which was a daunting process when, for all intents and purposes, it did not even register to him.) But he nodded to her, nonetheless....
"...connection has been terminated. I...can't feel a damned thing."

The words were sharper than he'd have liked for them to be, but...then again, the feeling was stranger than he had expected, especially since it had been brought upon by his own actions. Different.

...very different.

But not so different that he did not tune back into her words, considering the implications. "...you're...seeing the Cybertron from your world? Are you certain that is what it is?" It was not as useful as, say, knowing the history of this Cybertron...but...well...
...there was still the matter of how such a thing could be happening, at all. Mikaela was not built to accept input from other mechs...which means she had to be accepting input from some other source. How...did humans do that?

...this was maybe too much too consider. He honestly had no idea how the human processor worked.
"...and...what...would you normally be seeing, if not this?" He had to establish a baseline, somehow.

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[greasemunkygal]

She was feeding him information that not only would the Autobot’s probably ream her for, but it’s also information she hasn’t told anyone else. She’s nervous as she does it, it’s written on her face and in her body language.

“Here.” She tapped it again then moved back, pushing her hair back away from her face and behind her ear. She sat back and watched, trying to read his facial features and his progress.

“…Y-yeah, it’s like your leg fell asleep, right?” She edged closer, taking a peek. “Can you fix it?” She peered closer, then glanced up to meet his gaze with hers, and then flicked her eyes nack down to her hands.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure it’s Cybertron. I’ve never been there, just seen a hologram from Optimus. But it looks like it.” Mikaela remembered that like it was yesterday. “But it doesn’t look…devastated. From what I can see, it looks…normal. Like it’s supposed to. Like I said…it’s like I’m seeing something from the past.”

“Normally…well…normally people like me don’t have random flashes of stuff like this. We see what se see. Our dreams are sometimes different, we have random things we dream about sometimes the past sometimes what we think will happen but this…this is different. I see this stuff while I’m awake, too.”

So are you. <3

[not_your_gun]

"Fell...asleep." He tested the words. "Yes, I suppose that would be an accurate translation." Her query as to whether he could fix it was answered with an attempt, sending a state-switch code towards the remembered location of the sensors, and purring with the slightest satisfaction when it worked. It worked. Now he had learned something new and useful.

Mikaela's other words were of greater import, however, and he listened to them carefully to piece it all together. Humans dreamed...much...as mechs dreamed, surprisingly enough. But visions during the day...? That...spoke of something a bit bigger. Either a problem, or...

...perhaps a solution.

"Are you receiving any particular information? Re-occuring mechs, or possibly glimpses into the technology?"

So Optimus had shown them a hologram...which was certainly an upgrade he suspected his own Prime did not have. But it wasn't likely a hologram would bequeath additional information upon a human, and, as far as he knew, there weren't other outside sources that could place information into their...processors. He also lacked the experience necessary for comparing this situation to other human beings...there weren't many he kept track of in the Nexus, and certainly not others who seemed to be experiencing Cybertronian...

...wait.

"...doesn't your mate suffer from something similar?"

[greasemunkygal]

She grinned; the statement seemed unfamiliar to him. She supposed a lot of human slang would, from what she could tell in all of their dealings, he had never been to earth, nor had any contact with humans until Axiom. It must be pretty new for him still.

"...Yes. I've...I've seen a lot of things. I've seen Megatron...the one from my world a lot." She presses a hand to her forehead. They always left her with a headache. "At least, I think it's him. His armor's a little different, and his optics aren't red. But...I'm pretty sure it's him."

Her hands froze in the repairs she was doing on him, and she glanced up, and nodded once.

"Not so much visions...he sees symbols, the language of the Primes." She looked a little uneasy. She hasn't told...anyone this, really. "He would get them in flashes, too. They came in waves, and still do."

[not_your_gun]

Magnum shifted, slightly, to bring his leg into a better position for Mikaela to work on, and re-set the 'switch' to 'off.'
"Replace the belt, Mikaela. Then you can show me where the rest of the sensors are so I can deactivate my pain receptors in the future."

Her other words took further consideration. A younger Malus was actually...something he was interested in knowing about. The technology of their Cybertron interested him, as well. And whatever it was that was causing her to see these things was something he didn't have experience with--which meant it was something that sounded useful.

"And those flashes were caused by that...spark-object...that Malus is so insistent about getting his hands on, were they not? Its why he told me he wants the boys head..."

...oh.

"...I don't suppose you came into contact with the same object?" If so, that could make her head extremely valuable, as well.

[greasemunkygal]

"On it." She leaned over to get to work, hands digging in once he gave her permission. She'd learned that lesson once, and wasn't keen on 'learning' again. He can be quite terrifying if he wanted to be, and even just sitting here he was intimidating.

She doesn't say anything while he ponders what she's said, she knows that the information she's giving him isn't something she should probably besharing, but...she knows that he's actually doing something about getting them home. Telling Ironhide or one of the Autobots would get her locked up in the hospital with Sam, or in a closet somewhere so she couldn't 'endanger' herself.

...Yeah, not happening.

"I...I think so, yeah." She waits for him to make the realization, then she nods. "I...did, yeah. Not like Sam did, but...I did enough." She clears her throat. "Enough to where I can speak passable Decepticon. Tyran 'Con, of course, but...still Decepticon all the same." She shrugs, hunching back over, continuing to work. "There's no other explanation for me being able to do that."