robot hell voice test

[towardspeace]

His surroundings are unfamiliar, but as soon as Megatron takes a step he knows he's on Cybertron. He can feel it, the pull of its living spark to his own, even though the abandoned city around him is no city he can recognise. It feels right under his feet, in a way one never notices other worlds don't until one returns. It feels like home.

His optics narrow.

Not only does it look like no real Cybertronian city, it looks nothing like the revived Cybertron he remembers. More importantly, he cannot account for his presence here, and this world's uncanny comfort feels eerie and wrong on account of it.

His mouth set in a grim line, Megatron scans the immediate vicinity for some kind of hint as to what the hell has happened here, and finds nothing – nothing but a movement out of the corner of his eye.

He wouldn't categorise what he feels as fear, but, not for the first time since his trial, he wishes he were still armed, still strong. But there's no less authority or confidence in his voice on account of it as he barks, "Who goes there?"

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[towardspeace]

"Hmm," says Megatron. He doesn't seem particularly impressed by the idea, but he does look thoughtful. "I wonder whether that kind of investment in future generations might have curbed our civil war sooner." He looks at June. "But then, perhaps not. In my experience humans seem rather keen to kill one another."

[milkruns]

June frowns a little at that, but she sighs, shaking her head. "That may be so, but humans are just as capable of empathy and compassion and peace -- and I know Cybertronians are, too."

Whether Megatron is capable of those things remains to be seen as far as June is concerned, because come on. It's Megatron. Polite as he is now, she gets the strong sense he is only just tolerating her.

"I can't say our wars are any better than yours, but they're at least shorter -- and at least we've never made someone else's planet our battleground. And sometimes they're in the interest of future generations...not that I endorse it."

[towardspeace]

He vents out a short huff of air, and shakes his head. "My war was for the good of all Cybertron, when it began," he says. "Of course, it did not go as it should have... but war rarely does, does it?"