There's a First Time For Everything

[track_joker]

Ransack can be found huddled outside the Decepticon Medbay, half-hidden behind some crates, bins, and other things that are typically found outside industrial looking buildings. He doesn't know exactly where he is, but he doesn't particularly care either; he's in the urbanized section of Nexusville, he's mostly out of sight, and he feels safe

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[track_joker]

*cringes and looks up at Megatron, chewing on his lip and doing his best to look earnest* I dunna what ta tell ya, my Lord. Last Megatron I worked fer liked ta see me on my knees, cowerin' 'n beggin' fer mercy. If dat's wha'chu want from me, I'll do it. You want me ta stand tall 'n proud, I cin do dat too. Da truth o' it is, I ain't really got a place I belong, in dis world or da one I came from. When Cyclonus offered me a place here, unda' yer command... well... *looks down, shrugging one shoulder*

I just want a place to feel like I belong - a reason ta be proud o' myself. 'N if followin' you will do dat fer me, den I'd follow ya ta da ends o' da world 'n back.

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

*He watches curiously. He's never actually seen this done in an official capacity before, either; the only newer Decepticons he knows were brought online with their insignias already present.*

*Watching Megatron paint Ransack makes him miss the paints Megatron had once given him, however. It would be a very long time before he would be able to get those back, if ever...*

[track_joker]

Oh well-! Where y'gonna put it? If it means anythin' ta ya, I really sorta don't want it anywhere too obvious, cuz I'm s'pposed ta be a spy 'n stuff, but I don't mind if it's some place kinda showy...

Like-! Like not my arms or my chestplate, cuz dat's like a big neon sign goin' "Hey! Dere's a 'Con right here!" 'n really, dat ain't all dat classy. So I was tinkin', maybe my leg? *twists to his side and holds out his foot, pointing to his calf* Or hey-! On my back!

*spins around and leans forward a bit, his aft wiggling a bit as he stretches to point to his lower back* I cain't see it, but I tink dere's a nice bit 'o blank space back here. 'N it'd be unique, right?

[track_joker]

*opens his mouth to protest, then quickly snaps it shut. He wasn't going to gain any more favor by talking back and he hated the thought of getting on Megatron's bad side so soon*

*hesitates* Well... if ya don' mind me askin'... what do I stand fer? My old Megatron din't really stand fer much besides world domination 'n crushin' da Autobots, but if dere's a truce...

*takes a step towards Megatron, looking up at him earnestly* Cin you tell me who 'm s'pposed ta be?

[track_joker]

*looks down at his feet as he mulls the explanation, then nods to himself and looks back up, smiling brightly*

I tink dat's a cause I cin get behind. I might not know much 'bout fightin', but I know what it means ta struggle fer yer own survival.

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

*It's just as well Megatron is paying attention to Ransack rather than Cyclonus, because Cyclonus is rather visibly taken aback by Megatron's explanation of what they're fighting for.*

*Working class? Where Cyclonus comes from, that's the Autobots, and while he knows Megatron was a miner--but--he's a Decepticon!*

*As for the implication that anyone, anywhere should be equal--Cyclonus didn't think even the Autobots really believed that. Did Lord Megatron really recruit his Decepticons by lying to them, or was it really so different where he came from?*

*He can't help it. He activates his private commlink to Megatron.*

//My Lord--is that true?//

[OOC: Marxist, meet warrior aristocrat. This is going to go well.)

[track_joker]

*snorts and tries not to squirm* Hey-! Dat tickles! *covers his mouth with his hand, smothering a giggle*

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

*The coldness in Lord Megatron's voice freezes Cyclonus' circuitry. Galvatron was never that cold, ever, and if Cyclonus had not already made his promise--if the Megatron from his own world hadn't done his best to burn all of Cyclonus' bridges here--Cyclonus might have left Lord Megatron then and there.*

*As it is, there's nothing Cyclonus can do but to try to repair what he broke by questioning, and by bringing Ransack before Megatron in the first place.*

*Carefully* //In my universe, Decepticons are warriors rather than workers. Or that is at least what they say. Is it different where you come from?//

[track_joker]

I-I'm tryin', Megatron! *gigglesnerk* I c-cain't help it! It tickles!

[caiusmajor]

G1 Cyclonus

*A very small part of Cyclonus is watching Ransack's squirming with contempt.*

*The rest of him tries to compose an appropriate response to Megatron's question.*

//No, my Lord. You are still my Lord Megatron, whatever you were created as.//

//But--your Decepticons--do they usually fight for workers? Are they usually workers?//