He brings nothing but a datapad with a single file on it, waiting a few minutes out of courtesy. He can only imagine Smokescreen’s dread at having him over on such short notice. It brings a smile to his face as the bridge opens.
/Even with all his efforts, his place is still a mess, though there is a clean couch and table! As long as Megatron doesn’t go into his quarters or washracks, it’ll be fine. As Megatron arrives, Smokescreen’s waving him over./
Megs! It’s good to see you- I can go grab us some energon. You want an energon goodie, too?
It’s exactly as he expected. The space feels like Smokescreen, eclectic and disorderly, but somehow inviting. It feels lived in, unlike most of his cold warship.
“If you like. Nothing too sweet for me. We have something to discuss.”
Megatron's back up 