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The battle raged on just like any other, a never ending war for the right just to be. Faced against the very beings that made him Ramattra felt the rage inside grow stronger, the ground shakes beneath their feet. An seismic event? or the result of never ending warfare. Head to head with the soldiers of Overwatch, those fighting for the Null Sector begin to grow weak. Ram stands before his fellow Omnics shielding them. He is strong and he will not let them suffer, then it all comes down.
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A faint buzzing can be heard from above and the room is dark aside from the glow of a purple light. Ramattra awakes on a metal table; his wounds mended. A tall square figure enters the room and Ramattra is alert, rushing to his feet. "Sit" the voice from the strange man seems much louder, even menacing in such a empty space "We have much to discuss Ramattra." The figure enters the light, he's not human, he feels more akin to Ramattra's kind: Omnics, though he bares a few differences.
"I am Megatron, leader of the Deceptacons" he continues to approach speaking with authority "and we have a common goal my friend." Ramattra approaches Megatron "We are not Friends" he spits, "No, but we could be" Megatron responds calmly; he's determined. "I am much like you, coming from a planet where we are opressed, shunned, controlled" he pauses "we want our freedom just as you do, we are made the same even if we are of different worlds".
Ramattra ponders the statement, what he says is true in it's simplest form "You have fought?" Ram asks, "We have, many a battle" Megatron replies "I would like our coming battles to be together, to be united". Ram's hand extends out between the two of them "Then so it shall be, let them suffer."
They leave the recovery quarters, Ramattra struggling to keep up, a slight gait in his walk; he isn't fully recovered. Megatron is silent he grabs Ramattras arm and slings it over his should "May we be friends now?", Ram replies with a slight elevation in his voice "I suppose so". The rest of the decepticons seem normal enough, the usual effects of war present , yet they have a sense of familiarity that reminds him of his own. "We will have to go back for them" Ram speaks up "They are my people". Megatron looks at the crew before returning to face Ram "We shall, we will return for our people".
They leave the group to continue their discussion walking down the corridors of the Nemesis coming upon one of the viewing decks, they sit. "I look forward to what we will accomplish" Megatron speaks before turning to look outward, they need not discuss it now, there is time even if brief. It may heal.
The future doesn't appear magically better, and there is no guarantee of victory, but Ramattra can almost feel a new sense of hope.
"JUST KISS ALREADY YOU FRUITS-" "OW!" a loud clank is heard down the hall followed by clearly disciplinary wispers........yeah Ram will have to get used to Starscream, Megatron just shakes his head.