Ah. He wasn’t foolish enough to hope that the youngling had been upgraded since their last encounter. Rigel never addressed him as Lord.
He could just refuse, but if the past few have taught him anything, it’s that visions simply find a way to keep happening, or worsen after resistance.
::You may have them. The Nemesis is docked at Iacon, if that is of any importance.::
Megatron raises an optic ridge. Why should Rigel be so eager to contact him, after their last interaction? A return ping is sent. He is listening.
He will never get used to a Knock Out being so comfortable speaking to him. Or so polite. Or so not-red.
::Well enough, Knock Out. We’re backing up and cataloging the Hall of Records currently, and looking into setting up an educational program so that mechs may begin working towards chosen careers. Colonies have begun sprouting up in areas outside of rebuilt cities, with local captains emerging that I’ve been in contact with.::
::Things are deceptively calm for the moment.::
The compressed lead sulfide is a little sweet for his taste, but it does help the burn in his fuel tank. He should find something to give Bumblebee in return…
::That’s true! We’ve got some good medics here. Guess I don’t gotta worry about you!:: After all, he’s seen those medics how many times now himself?
::Alright- sounds good to me. Let me know if you need anything sooner, though. You gonna be able to handle your own work okay?::
::Soundwave and my soldiers are more than capable of picking up any slack. For now I must only rest until this passes.::
So many Autobots concerned for his well being. Is that progress?
::No attacks, and I don’t need a medbay. Just… rest. This has happened before, I will be well enough again in a day or so..::
::Okay, that’s good… I’ll let you rest– wait, it’s happened before? You’re sure it’s gonna be okay? It might not be bad to check with a medic, just to be safe.::
::I’ll be fine. Our medics are thorough.:: Though they are inexperienced with sparks healing from what should have been fatal direct hits.
::Give me a few days. I have been in need of a sparring match.::
::N-no.:: To both of those questions. ::Give me a few days, Smokescreen.::
Hopefully I’ll be calmer then, he thinks.
::… Wait- you’re not doing okay? What happened? No one tried to attack you again, right? … I won’t visit if you really don’t want, but I wanna make sure you don’t need emergency care or anything.::
He partially feels like he shouldn’t be worrying about Megatron of all bots, but still- if he’s getting hurt by Unicron or by the dark energon or something, that could hurt everyone. That’s how he’s rationalizing it.
So many Autobots concerned for his well being. Is that progress?
::No attacks, and I don’t need a medbay. Just… rest. This has happened before, I will be well enough again in a day or so..::
His door is unlocked and slides away for Bee. Megatron is pouring himself a drink, and upon seeing his friend enter, begins pouring another.
He starts to laugh as he dilute’s Bee’s drink a bit, but the energon nearly slips from his grasp and he sets it down just a bit too harshly.
“Perhaps so… I should take care not to spill any more.” He takes a few steadying, cooling ventilations before handing it back.
(Bee holds one finger.) I’ve read that if you eat lead sulfide, it helps with the overcharge depletion in the morning. You want some?
He accepts the contact with a very small smile. His servo is steady.
“I would appreciate that. Thank you, Bumblebee.” Perhaps one swig will be enough after all.
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Oh- Megatron responded! It would’ve helped if he planned on something before, ::Hey! Megatron- uh. You up for maybe sparring?::
Considering he’s currently bracing himself against the desk…
::Not now. Perhaps in a few days, I am… busy.::
::Oh- fair enough. … You doing okay? Could I visit?::
::N-no.:: To both of those questions. ::Give me a few days, Smokescreen.::
Hopefully I’ll be calmer then, he thinks.
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