OOC: easy on the double posts!
Walk with me. *TT heads to the docking bay doors, getting the faint feeling he knows his way around, and about to find out.*
You, like any respectable decepticon tyrant, are here to conquer, destroy, and rule by any means necessary... aye? *the doors slide open as vulcan approaches, and TT goes through, heading down the hallway toward vulcan's bridge. Vulcan just gives TT an even, coldly calculating gaze*
There is but one problem with your having been dumped so unceremoniously into our universe, as i know you have... And that would be directly related to the little fact that you may have nothing left to rule, shortly. Frankly, I am suprised that you and your ship haven't already been shunted out back to your own reality, given the huge dimensional mass you posess.
*TT turns down another hallway, deciding to head instead to the place where the giant scythe blade is kept in this form*
Time travel is incredibly dangerous. the possibility and probability of your own existence constantly waver when you're in the wrong universe. Consequences range from a transdimensional shunting, as i mentioned, to outright destruction of the timeline you have stumbled into. We nearly had such an incident recently, in fact.
*TT senses Vulcan is becoming impatient, and turns suddenly to face him*
What I mean is this: Your presence here jeopardizes your health and mine, as well as this whole universe's. And frankly, none of us appreciate it.
*they come to the door of the chamber where the scythe blade is kept*
furthermore, if you open the door, you'll see the destructive energy unicron fed to your big scythe, in this universe, is dead. Unlike your universe, his remains were recently destroyed, so there is no channel point to the power this weapon draws off of.
We need to discuss how to deal with this little chestnut of information. One way or another, You cannot stay here.