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Greetings, Lord Popsicle. Haven’t caught up with you in a while. What’s new?

radioactivibee:

mightymegatron:

Megatron sends the only photo on his datapad. 

::I’ll wager I look a bit more familiar to you at the moment.::

It takes a good five minutes for Bumblebee to settle on an appropriate response.

:: By the Primes…how many bots know? Is that Livewire bot saying anything? ::

::Less than twenty, and I would like to keep it that way for the moment. I’m in the process of being restored, but it is still far too slow for my liking.:: Megatron turns his hands over, the one part of him that looks familiar. That is at least a comfort. 

::He has been strangely quiet recently, but then, so have I. I believe he is waiting on my formal response to gauge how to move forward. He is not the only one.::

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:

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.

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

 heligooddeals:

 mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

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

::Blackguard, what’s happened?::

Megatron-Rigel? What… his voice returns, the harsh and demanding tone that commanded legions. ::Who are you? Tell me what has become of her and Rigel. Do not toy with me. ::

The warlord immediately gets up, bracing himself against the berth. “Singer! Get me a ground bridge to the following coordinates-”

“N-no!

The little vehicon shivers, but plants himself in front of the mountainous warlord. “Ground bridges are shifting vortices of energy, and you have been too weak to even stand for more than ten kliks at a time! Without testing you-” Megatron’s glare makes him jump, but he doesn’t move. “-I can’t let you subject your field to potential trauma!”

[: 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?:: 

#MIGHTYMEGATRON #M!A: QS INSTEAD OF BG #…I SWEAR TO GOD THAT WAS COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL #I CHANGED IT FROM {: :} BECAUSE I DIDN’T LIKE THE LOOK OF IT AND OMFG #FUCKING#SMILEY FACES ARE BETTER #IT’S MORE SUITABLE TO HIS PERSONALITY #THANK YOU FOR POINTING THIS OUT TO ME #BLESSINGS UPON YOU AND YOUR HOUSE #ALSO PLEASE MEGS #PLEASE COME OVER AND INTIMIDATE THIS SMALL FRY #HE WILL REACT LIKE YOUR TYPICAL BARD AND ATTEMPT TO SEDUCE HIS WAY OUT OF TROUBLE 

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( Up the leg Bee goes! Right up his back to hang off the back of his neck. )

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron has an awful lot of self to climb. He watches the nimble minibot with a grin, not moving until Bee is settled to reach back…

And tickle his side with his new claws.

Singer could probably just tell you and everything will be less (and Bee makes a horrified noise at the idea of watching surgery on himself.) 

But… man! You’re 5% loaded! 

“You get used to the sensation. It’s fascinating to watch, once you get past the pain.” He wiggles his digits, so very satisfied. “What should I do next?”

…

(Pardon, Bee has to take a minute to laugh. The legs next? He pictures the MASSIVE current body balanced atop Megatron’s relatively short “normal” legs. The arms instead? Megatronus Rex, with its giant body and short little arms. His head? Oh frag that tiny little-)

(He can’t stop himself, he’s laughing to hard to speak and too hard to stop himself properly so all he can do is wheeze.)  

Megatron stares in bewilderment, making sure that Bee doesn’t fall from his arm.

“…I hadn’t meant for that to be a joke. What are you thinking of?”

( Up the leg Bee goes! Right up his back to hang off the back of his neck. )

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron has an awful lot of self to climb. He watches the nimble minibot with a grin, not moving until Bee is settled to reach back…

And tickle his side with his new claws.

MWHe-eee- AAAH YOUR HANDS! 

(Bee skitters down to his hands via his arms.) YOUR HAAANDS! LOOK AT ‘EM, THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL!

Megatron holds his arm still to act as a stable surface, unable to keep from laughing.

“They’re a relief! I’m impressed that they didn’t take longer. I almost wish I’d been awake to watch Singer’s process.” And to not be passed out.

Singer could probably just tell you and everything will be less (and Bee makes a horrified noise at the idea of watching surgery on himself.) 

But… man! You’re 5% loaded! 

“You get used to the sensation. It’s fascinating to watch, once you get past the pain.” He wiggles his digits, so very satisfied. “What should I do next?”

Megatron- Megs, megs- can I whisper something to you? I found out something, but I don’t want word to get out.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron tilts his helm, considering Smokescreen and his rider, who gets a smile as well. He leans over from his place, seated on the edge of Soundwave’s berth. “Really. Go on.”

“…” Smokescreen had better back away. He’s starting to growl.

/He’s not even taking a step back. He’s gonna prove that Megs won’t offline him for things like this!/

How’re you feeling today, Megs?

“Significantly more like a popsicle than I did yesterday. Why is that, Smokescreen?”

( Up the leg Bee goes! Right up his back to hang off the back of his neck. )

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron has an awful lot of self to climb. He watches the nimble minibot with a grin, not moving until Bee is settled to reach back…

And tickle his side with his new claws.

MWHe-eee- AAAH YOUR HANDS! 

(Bee skitters down to his hands via his arms.) YOUR HAAANDS! LOOK AT ‘EM, THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL!

Megatron holds his arm still to act as a stable surface, unable to keep from laughing.

“They’re a relief! I’m impressed that they didn’t take longer. I almost wish I’d been awake to watch Singer’s process.” And to not be passed out.

Megatron- Megs, megs- can I whisper something to you? I found out something, but I don’t want word to get out.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Megatron tilts his helm, considering Smokescreen and his rider, who gets a smile as well. He leans over from his place, seated on the edge of Soundwave’s berth. “Really. Go on.”

Thank you, Megs. I really appreciate it.

/Smokescreen gives Bee one more smooch before setting him down, leaning in close to Megatron. Very close./

/He licks Megatron’s eyebrow./

“…” Smokescreen had better back away. He’s starting to growl.