[Video]
[The video feed clicks on angrily and the mech that fills the screen is no happier, scowling furiously as he first eyes his surroundings then turns to the camera. In his agitation and annoyance he doesn’t bother to lock the transmission; he doesn’t care who answers him so long as someone does.]
Foolish idiots wasting my time, I am Mega… Malcolm. [His expression darkens, it doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, but until he knows more about the fools that brought him here he will play their little game and pretend to be someone he’s not.]. I have a Second-in-Command to fill out pointless forms. No one wastes my time with trivial details.
[One black hand clenches into a fist and again he glowers at his surroundings, clearly displeased, as though he could change them through sheer willpower.]
These… Transtechs had the audacity to send me to this location… when I had instead ordered them to return me to where I came from. I am the Leader of the Decepticons; my demands are not to be ignored and yet they have been! [They will pay for this transgression… just as soon as he figures out who should pay and how. In the meantime, however much he hates the idea, he is stuck here.]
I have been informed that there is no war here.
[The words leave a vile taste in his mouth as he forces them out. What point is a world without war? He was crafted to conquer the Universe, to defeat the Prime and now he’s being told that he must live a ‘useful’ life? That he must earn credits? The entire thing is preposterous. He is Mega… Malcolm. He does not buy or work, he pillages and destroys.]
I am also told [It is clear from his tone that he very much dislikes the idea that he’s been told anything] that my Decepticons can be found using the universal code Primax 984.17 Alpha. I am shortening it to Primax 9 because it is pointless to waste time uttering the rest.
[The idea of various universes doesn’t bother him. In his processors it merely means there are more minions to bend to his will and even if he should run across another version of himself, he is certain that they will be nothing more than a poor mimicry. He does however hope that someone useful from his universe is here.]
Soundwave. Starscream. Why is neither of you in my presence yet? [He is quickly losing patience with this place and demands to have answers.]
Foolish idiots wasting my time, I am Mega… Malcolm. [His expression darkens, it doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, but until he knows more about the fools that brought him here he will play their little game and pretend to be someone he’s not.]. I have a Second-in-Command to fill out pointless forms. No one wastes my time with trivial details.
[One black hand clenches into a fist and again he glowers at his surroundings, clearly displeased, as though he could change them through sheer willpower.]
These… Transtechs had the audacity to send me to this location… when I had instead ordered them to return me to where I came from. I am the Leader of the Decepticons; my demands are not to be ignored and yet they have been! [They will pay for this transgression… just as soon as he figures out who should pay and how. In the meantime, however much he hates the idea, he is stuck here.]
I have been informed that there is no war here.
[The words leave a vile taste in his mouth as he forces them out. What point is a world without war? He was crafted to conquer the Universe, to defeat the Prime and now he’s being told that he must live a ‘useful’ life? That he must earn credits? The entire thing is preposterous. He is Mega… Malcolm. He does not buy or work, he pillages and destroys.]
I am also told [It is clear from his tone that he very much dislikes the idea that he’s been told anything] that my Decepticons can be found using the universal code Primax 984.17 Alpha. I am shortening it to Primax 9 because it is pointless to waste time uttering the rest.
[The idea of various universes doesn’t bother him. In his processors it merely means there are more minions to bend to his will and even if he should run across another version of himself, he is certain that they will be nothing more than a poor mimicry. He does however hope that someone useful from his universe is here.]
Soundwave. Starscream. Why is neither of you in my presence yet? [He is quickly losing patience with this place and demands to have answers.]