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thesoundlessvoid:

@mightymegatron

When Blackout gets to the medbay, the door is locked, the room in quarantine. The familiar voice of a medic pipes up from the intercom beside the door. ::Oh, Blackout sir! One moment.::

After a pause, Megatron opens a private com channel to Blackout.

::Blackout. Before you enter, I warn you. My current appearance, and the reason for my current appearance, may disturb you.::

That’s odd. His appearance? Blackout chews on the end of his cygar a bit, arching an optic ridge. 

:: I don’t care what you look like, boss. What’s going on? You get scrapped? ::

::…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.”

Gasp. The warlord is sick? This won’t do. The tyton can come visit him in the medbay bearing gifts of cygars and delicious food, and music. Good music this time, sung by the chopper himself.

When Blackout gets to the medbay, the door is locked, the room in quarantine. The familiar voice of a medic pipes up from the intercom beside the door. ::Oh, Blackout sir! One moment.::

After a pause, Megatron opens a private com channel to Blackout.

::Blackout. Before you enter, I warn you. My current appearance, and the reason for my current appearance, may disturb you.::

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the-scrappy-stinger:

(Megatron holds Bee in the palm of his hand as they listen to a rather boring announcement from an “important” member of society. Bee nods politely, optics forward, paying attention.) 

(His EM field is pulsing to the beat of the Devilman theme song.) 

Megatron smirks at the subtle comparison, taking the beat and adding the bass-line to it. The representitive is calling for more regulation and formal consequences for those who still mark themselves as being from a specific faction, ridiculous idea after ridiculous idea. After the tune is done, he carries it over to another. 

[Pingity Ping Ping, Pa-Ping, Ping, Ping]

heligooddeals:

mightymegatron:

 heligooddeals:

mightymegatron:

The pings wake Megatron, but seeing who they’re from he forgets to be irritated, answering the urgent message.

::Blackguard, what’s happened?::

[: Oh boy. :] If ever he felt regret, now was definitely a time he felt it – or something like it anyway. The conversation went from zero to a hundred faster than he could, and Quickshaft didn’t know if he was impressed or annoyed by that. Mostly though he felt bad. He got this poor Megatron (and just Megatron? Not Megatron-Rigel?) mech worked over nothing and now he was going to have to relay the weird news to him.

[: She dead, my mech. Rigel’s good though. Universe didn’t wanna swap our places, just me’n’her. Last I saw him though I think he was just hiding out in his room like he does. Kid should really go out for a spin more often. I don’t know how he stays cooped up all day with his lil rudimentary temple. :]

Megatron growled, but he couldn’t argue with the medic. To come so far, survive so much and be set further back by an accident wouldn’t do. Still, he loomed threateningly over Singer. “So test me. The moment I know I can travel without collapsing I will leave.” The vehicon nodded emphatically, setting up a scanner.

Megatron however, had to sit on the edge of his berth again, processing. Swap our places… at least Rigel is safe.

::You were dead, and now because you’re here, she is gone in your place?:: A growl entered his voice again. ::And who are you?:: 

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[: Yup! :] He confirms the odd and magical status with a trill, thankful that somebody seemed to understand it relatively well and was able to roll with it so quickly. Most everyone else was either distraught, disturbed, and-or confused. But not this mech. No, this Megatron (no Rigel) got it.

[: Uh, I’m Quickshaft – the greatest lover to ever live. :]

It’s such a shame that unimpressed deadpan staring doesnt translate over comms. The look Quickshaft is getting is a phenomenal one.

::I see.:: His interest returned however, as Singer flitted around him running extensive scans as quickly as he could. There were few reasons the anonymous magic would have exchanged Blackguard for… him. They had to be connected.

::Blackguard’s former lover, I presume.:: The medic caught Megatron checking his sword arm, looking irritated when it didn’t deploy on his command. The cannon, however, worked perfectly. ::When exactly did you die?::

This time, he doesn’t have to click the anonymous button. ::If I had you for one night, I would spend it with my helm buried into your chassis, holding you to me. Hours basking in your field would scarcely be enough. I would want every piece of you, only partaking in what was offered, and giving all of myself in return.::

willnotgogently:

willnotgogently:

Rung smiles at this and chuckles quietly before sending back his message.  ::That can be arranged, as long as your medic is alright with you doing a bit of…strenuous excersize?::

The smile that Megatron was greeted with upon arrival was no less brilliant than usual.  Rung reached for the servo happily and wrapped his fingers around it as much as he could, stepping into Megatron’s personal space.  He lifted the servo to his lips and kissed the backs of his lover’s knuckles, fully intended on starting the seduction here and carrying on until the end of time.  Megatron had made brief mention of the fact that he might like something with romance, so he was going to get it!

“It would certainly make me feel better to know that you’re willing to admit if you’re feeling weaker, yes.” Rung kissed his knuckles again and then motioned for the former gladiator to follow him down the hallway to his bedroom.  “Remind me later to send a thank you note to your medic for taking such good care of you.”

Hugging Megatron’s arm, he kept their pace slow, not wanting to take any chances since he’d just gone through the portal.  Shifting from one universe to the other could be disorienting and he didn’t want his lover falling down unexpectedly.  He opened the door to his room and grinned up at Megatron, gesturing for him to enter first.  The bed itself had been altered so it could accommodate someone of Megatron’s size, and there were small crystals in sconces on the walls to give a dim lighting to the room.  He had taken a moment earlier to spread oil on the crystals so when they warmed it would give the room a faint scent of flowers.

“Would you like me to give you a massage?”

The sight of Rung without that vile plate covering his chest, kissing the hands he’d had repaired… they were both healing from what happened. They had survived more than this, and would endure.

“I’m sure he’d appreciate it. Hopefully he takes this opportunity to enjoy himself, he’s scarcely left the room. This is the first time I’ve left the medbay in…” The date surprised him first, but then Megatron was caught off-guard by the room he’d walked into. It must have been Rung’s room, but the berth was large enough for him to lay comfortably, glowing crystals decorating the walls, giving off a scent that reminded him of Earth…

“…Weeks.” Rung had made arrangements to make him comfortable, little details, but significant. Megatron walked slowly, partly to take everything in and partly out of a stiffness in his legs, helping Rung onto the berth once he’d sat at its edge. Leaning down, he gently bumped their crests together. 

“I will gladly take anything you would wish to give me.”

This time, he doesn’t have to click the anonymous button. ::If I had you for one night, I would spend it with my helm buried into your chassis, holding you to me. Hours basking in your field would scarcely be enough. I would want every piece of you, only partaking in what was offered, and giving all of myself in return.::

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

Rung smiles at this and chuckles quietly before sending back his message.  ::That can be arranged, as long as your medic is alright with you doing a bit of…strenuous excersize?::

Megatron looks over at the screen he’s been hooked up to for a few hours. The regulation scan is finally finished, and everything is in the green… clearing him for bridging.

::I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, so long as I took things slowly… Isn’t savoring something the best way to enjoy it anyway?:: Accompanied by a glyph of promise, Megatron sends out a request for exact coordinates.

::Slow and steady is probably the most fun way to handle things, yes.  If that’s the case, should you let me take over for you?:: There was concern in Rung’s tone as he sent coordinates for the Fragged up Frigate.  Megatron would arrive in the living area and that would give Rung enough time to set up a few things in his room for the two of them.  ::You should still let your medic know where you’re going.  I know that I’m fussing but it’s only because I worry about you darling…::

Megatron laughed quietly as he disconnected from the displays, causing Singer to wake from his impromptu nap. The medic reluctantly agreed that he was physically stable enough to leave, but admitted that he was going to be remotely monitoring his life signals. This was fine… but Megatron made sure to specify that Singer was only to follow him if his energy levels began to fall, not spike. The vehicon blushed, but nodded as he called for a bridge.

“Your… ‘fuss’ is unwarranted, but deeply appreciated,” he rumbled with a soft smile. Megatron knew it was psychological, but he felt he had to duck once he came through the ground bridge. It wasn’t as if he’d been here often enough to had committed the space to memory, but at his current size nearly everything felt just a little small. He elected instead to kneel down, extending his restored servo to Rung. 

“Would it set you at ease if I promised to let you know if I begin to feel weak? Well… weaker than you normally make me feel.”