A day in the life of...
WHO: IDW!Megatron and (Mostly) Open!
WHAT: Megatron has made a number of appointments with recent arrivals in the city, and intends to keep such appointments--especially if they are to his benefit.
WHERE: The Lookout Point, The Decibel Arena, and, very new on his list, The Silver Bullet.
WHEN: Sliiightly back-dated, to beyond THUNDERDOME
WARNINGS/NOTES: This is open to anyone who has something specific in mind to speak with Megatron about, or anyone that he's contacted and arranged a datemeeting with. He'll be wandering the city getting some final parts and contracts for his soon-to-be-opening Arena, and will be watching the downfall of Decibel, and also surveying his new domain--feel free to come pester him at any of the above locations.
He wasn't actually sure what he thought of the tagline, now that he had it written out.
When he'd mentioned to Skoeth--the large, ambitious, fur-covered bipedal creature from Praxxis 4 (who owned the other half of the factory his new Arena was occupying)--that he'd need a good marketing scheme, this was what'd come out of it. At the time, he'd been satisfied with pleasing his business partner...
But now, he felt like he was lacking at least a basic understanding of whatever culture this phrase had come from...
And also lacking a great deal of vocabulary.
He'd need a new marketing team.
Only....he didn't. Not really.
This was his final stage for recruitment--for finding the mechs he deemed worthy to return with him to HIS Cybertron when the portal was completed, and leaving what was left of his mini-empire to any Decepticons that desired to stay. THOSE mechs could come up with a tagline. THEY could hire a marketing team.
Right now, HE needed to hire some Constructicons to get the last of this in order, and knock out the last, annoying wall that was dividing his 'arena' in two. Soundwave had taken care of most of the initial arrangements; the rest was up to him.
His...legacy.
But it wasn't all he had to do today, and as he drove between Zones 4 and 6, speaking with and threatening various 'professionals' of their crafts, he considered the other mechs that he had yet to meet with. Who he was looking forward to meeting with.
He even occasionally kicked in his thrusters to boost him along as he went--not confident in flight, yet, but following (somewhat) the training suggestions Skywarp had given him. He only crashed three times, too, which felt a lot like progress.
...especially since one of the mechs on his list, today, was another version of himself.
Treds once more planted fully on the ground, he changed direction, and headed on.
WHAT: Megatron has made a number of appointments with recent arrivals in the city, and intends to keep such appointments--especially if they are to his benefit.
WHERE: The Lookout Point, The Decibel Arena, and, very new on his list, The Silver Bullet.
WHEN: Sliiightly back-dated, to beyond THUNDERDOME
WARNINGS/NOTES: This is open to anyone who has something specific in mind to speak with Megatron about, or anyone that he's contacted and arranged a datemeeting with. He'll be wandering the city getting some final parts and contracts for his soon-to-be-opening Arena, and will be watching the downfall of Decibel, and also surveying his new domain--feel free to come pester him at any of the above locations.
He wasn't actually sure what he thought of the tagline, now that he had it written out.
When he'd mentioned to Skoeth--the large, ambitious, fur-covered bipedal creature from Praxxis 4 (who owned the other half of the factory his new Arena was occupying)--that he'd need a good marketing scheme, this was what'd come out of it. At the time, he'd been satisfied with pleasing his business partner...
But now, he felt like he was lacking at least a basic understanding of whatever culture this phrase had come from...
And also lacking a great deal of vocabulary.
He'd need a new marketing team.
Only....he didn't. Not really.
This was his final stage for recruitment--for finding the mechs he deemed worthy to return with him to HIS Cybertron when the portal was completed, and leaving what was left of his mini-empire to any Decepticons that desired to stay. THOSE mechs could come up with a tagline. THEY could hire a marketing team.
Right now, HE needed to hire some Constructicons to get the last of this in order, and knock out the last, annoying wall that was dividing his 'arena' in two. Soundwave had taken care of most of the initial arrangements; the rest was up to him.
His...legacy.
But it wasn't all he had to do today, and as he drove between Zones 4 and 6, speaking with and threatening various 'professionals' of their crafts, he considered the other mechs that he had yet to meet with. Who he was looking forward to meeting with.
He even occasionally kicked in his thrusters to boost him along as he went--not confident in flight, yet, but following (somewhat) the training suggestions Skywarp had given him. He only crashed three times, too, which felt a lot like progress.
...especially since one of the mechs on his list, today, was another version of himself.
Treds once more planted fully on the ground, he changed direction, and headed on.