(It’s such a soft, soothing action. Bee’s relaxed just by the little touch.)
(And then he remembers who did it.) LORD MEGATROOON! (Bee climbs him in two seconds.) WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? I’ve missed you! Holy jeez!
Wait you actually did that?! With the crowd and everything?! That’s so COOL!
Was he disrupting stuff, like important stuff? And was that the only mech?
He wasn’t sure about ‘cool’, but the comment got another chuckle out of him. A feat after the seriousness of the last few days.
“He had been the leader of a colony far off-world for a few millenia, and was making the claim that as non-aligned indigenous life-forms, they were being sidelined in favor of Decepticons, and even Autobots. I have been taking measures to prevent that very thing, though not all of them seemed convinced.”
Megatron ran a servo over his face before smirking at the minibot on his shoulder. “You are infinitely better company.”
Hey, they’re colonists! They aren’t indigenous to that planet!
(Bee skitters over to the opposite shoulder.) “Non-aligned impertinent loudmouth,” more like it. “Not actually intelligent, Lord”? “Not actively invested in living.”
I could make a bunch of these.
It takes a moment for them to sink in, but the puns have him laughing again, hard enough this time that his shoulders (and thusly, Bee’s footing) shake.
“Ha, please do! I could use something to laugh at after talking with that insufferable- no. Nearly Always Insufferable Lug. Hehehe…”
(It’s such a soft, soothing action. Bee’s relaxed just by the little touch.)
(And then he remembers who did it.) LORD MEGATROOON! (Bee climbs him in two seconds.) WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? I’ve missed you! Holy jeez!
Wait you actually did that?! With the crowd and everything?! That’s so COOL!
Was he disrupting stuff, like important stuff? And was that the only mech?
He wasn’t sure about ‘cool’, but the comment got another chuckle out of him. A feat after the seriousness of the last few days.
“He had been the leader of a colony far off-world for a few millenia, and was making the claim that as non-aligned indigenous life-forms, they were being sidelined in favor of Decepticons, and even Autobots. I have been taking measures to prevent that very thing, though not all of them seemed convinced.”
Megatron ran a servo over his face before smirking at the minibot on his shoulder. “You are infinitely better company.”
«Yes, it would appear so.» She says, swiveling around in her chair to face the viewing window in the office. Such a lovely view of spring out there – wind, sporadic and intense rain showers, and sticks flying everywhere. Beautiful; truly and absolutely beautiful.
«I forgot. Was I suppose to call you after I left Megatron’s world and Nemesis? Or are you just being nosy again?»
::Neither.:: He glared but said nothing more on her tone. She was not under orders to report to him on any matter, she was not under his command.
::I am merely wondering how it is that the coordinates I have for Rigel have managed to remain in one place when you, and presumably he, are across the universe.::
She hums, saying nothing more on the matter and letting it drop as it was.
«He probably left your tracker behind.» Blackguard shrugs, pondering briefly on where he could have left it and why. It didn’t seem like Rigel to leave the bridge remote behind, despite its unwanted attachment, because he thoroughly enjoyed traveling wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. But he also did try to employ Redstrike into removing the tracker, so there was a possibility that he just gave it up entirely to regain his freedom from Megatron. It was hard to say, and even harder for her to care at the moment.
«Getting a little tired of being watched all the time.»
Whether she’s speaking on Rigel’s account or for her own is up to Megatron to decipher.
The scowl doesn’t translate over comms, and that’s probably a good thing. Anger roils in his field, both over their dismissal of him and over the fact that it effects him at all. He shouldn’t care. The brat was alive and that was the point, wasn’t it? Hadn’t he already done his part in rescuing Rigel? What happens to him now shouldn’t concern him, clearly no one else thinks so!
::That tracker was for his protection, but if you deem it unnecessary, so be it! I won’t send another. You won’t be tethered to me anymore and neither will he.::
What more could he offer them, anyway? A still-broken planet? An inevitable visit from Unicron?
::You are still welcome here, should all of your other safe harbors fail.::
(It’s such a soft, soothing action. Bee’s relaxed just by the little touch.)
(And then he remembers who did it.) LORD MEGATROOON! (Bee climbs him in two seconds.) WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? I’ve missed you! Holy jeez!
Megatron laughs quietly, allowing himself to be jungle-gymed. Once Bee is at his shoulder, the minibot gets nudged by his helm.
“Indisposed, I’m afraid. There have been stirrings in the outer colonies that required my attention.”
(gasp!) Were there uprisings?!
He considers the word for a moment.
“No. Not uprisings. Unrest, propagated by a few vocal individuals. The neutrals are not thrilled that the Decepticons have claimed control of the planet.”
(Bee laughs.) Oh man, I can picture it! Them out in the street protesting the fact that you’re in charge of Cybertron and the whole crowd goes quiet, and the mech turns around and you’re RIGHT THERE!
“Heh. It was quite the change in volume. But they have not been deterred completely. I have Soundwave monitoring their apparent leader to keep an eye on further action.”
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