thesoundlessvoid:
mightymegatron:
::…In a manner of speaking. You may enter.::
The doors open and Singer steps aside, bowing his helm to Blackout. Megatron sits up on the edge of the primary berth, dominating the room without even standing. His frame is much larger than it was, almost every inch of it warped with rusted plating and extraneous spikes. Even his face has been altered, to closer resemble that of the Chaosbringer. Thankfully, his biolights are a healthy blue, rather than violet. The door shuts behind the helicopter.
“My affliction was one I fear you are all too familiar with… but you are safe. There is no trace of dark energon within me anymore.”
When the door opens, the tyton enters as bid, looking down at the mech who fixed him up after his most recent … incident with a smile. He doesn’t really know Singer, but he knows the little dude is pretty good at medicine. When Blackout looks up, though, the smile quickly disappears.
Halting in his tracks just inside the medbay, the giant eyes Megatron warily. He has images of Unicron seared into his brain, it’s true, but more often than not it isn’t the Unmaker that haunts his nightmares. It’s something more real, with claws that rend and tusks that maim.
“You, uh,” Blackout starts, gnawing on his cygar nervously. “Going for a new look?”
Megatron may not have tusks, but he may as well have horns, and his claws are no less capable. While he does not dwarf the tyton, he’s gained enough mass to meet him in sheer size.
Remaining seated seems like the best choice for this, in an attempt to seem as non-threatening in this form as possible. Singer looks nervously between the two of them, before returning to his work station to give them space.
“Unwillingly, I assure you. I am in the process of returning my frame to normal… after Unicron’s possession of it.” He did not meet Blackout’s optics but watched the helo’s shoulder instead, keeping his field reigned tightly in. His reveal could be disastrous, but it had to be done.
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