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[supreme_leader]

WHO: Nemesis Prime and Malcolm
WHAT: Random bumping into each other.
WHERE: One of the lower zones.
WHEN: Sometime shortly after Malcolm is human again.
WARNINGS: Uhhhhh we dunno yet |D Probably at least minor violence. Add more if we need to. :3

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[sumptushubris]

Imagination is a strange thing. With the proper stimulus, losses can become victories, weaknesses can become strengths - or nothing can become something, shadows can become pits in which enemies hide, waiting, plotting, but there for the strike-

-the movement in that shadow, however, is not imagination. It is an actual Cybertronian...rather, what once was a Transformer, and now what has only empty optics as it looks up and towards the noise, what is visible of its mouth twisting in an ugly snarl.

Shrieking, it suddenly lunges at Megatron, moving with surprising speed for something so...

...well, damaged, with bolts falling from it even as it makes to strike.

[supreme_leader]

His head snaps to the sound, caught off guard he only manages to half turn before it's on him and he snarls in displeasure; he hadn't expected to be attacked on this trip.

He vaguely recognizes the thing, remembers fighting them before as he staggers before finding his footing and he recalls they weren't the most difficult things to be rid of, just annoyances. Ones that he thought were gone.

His fusion cannon hums to life, energy crackling and this will be far more satisfying than ripping it apart just because he can use it again; he fires at the head of the... thing attempting to remove his other arm.

[sumptushubris]

Stupid annoyances. The creature doesn't even try to dodge; in a flash of light and energy its entire upper torso is vaporized, and it falls to the ground before Megatron, twitching once before a whisp of black escapes from it - and then it goes still.

Some seconds later, from off to the side - a slow series of claps.

"That was neatly done."

[supreme_leader]

Clearly his sensors need checked; first the smoking zombie at his pedes and now he doesn't pick up a real mech? His optics widen briefly before he drops back into his customary scowl and kicks once, disgustedly, at heap of metal before him before he turns to eye the mech who had clearly been watching him.

His optics narrow slightly, Malcolm knows him from the network and the grandiose speech he had given, though he couldn't recall much of it now. Magnum kneeling at the mech's side had caught his attention far more than any words would have. Still he's better than any of his alternates and in turn is not particularly concerned.

"Of course it was."