::Do any of those cards of yours do anything actually helpful?::

 slenderwave:

 mightymegatron:

slenderwave:

Ugh. Who told him? It was Smokescreen, wasn’t it?

Soundwave sends a confirmation ping from the throwaway frequency he’s been using and thinks. He wasn’t going to allow any Megatrons to try, mostly because of those helpful things, but… he’s seen some pretty nasty stuff as well, and there’s that Void card he heard about. Imagine separating Megatron’s spark from his frame and getting it trapped in a bottle, or a box, or something like that. It’d solve an awful lot of problems, wouldn’t it?

…He’ll wait and see if Megatron has anything else to say.

Not knowing anything of the severity of these cards, Megatron figures that he’s been through and shrugged off enough magic in the past. Surely it can’t do any harm that couldn’t be reversed… 

And as far as he knows, he’s on better terms with this Soundwave. Not good terms, not by a long shot. But better. He hasn’t forgotten their agreement.

::Alright then. Although, if I am to draw one for myself, I’m afraid you’ll have to come to me. My fuel “disagrees” with your atmosphere.::

[[Perhaps you shouldn’t be fueling on it, then.]]

He managed to cut the thought off before the word coward slipped out of his mind and into Megatron’s, but not before he had the thought at all. Damnation. Well, if Megatron knew it was him and still wanted to risk drawing, that was fine.

[[Very well. He will go to you… but you must provide a location as barren as this one, come alone, and leave all other tainted mechs and objects behind.]] If he catches one whiff of his alternate or that vile substance, all deals are off – and he might just try to finish the job Bumblebee didn’t. [[Has he made himself clear?]]

He wanted to snap back, to explain how wrong Soundwave was. Energon, dark energon, what he fueled with didn’t matter. The corruption was systematic, spreading to whatever new fuel he consumed. He could drink nothing but the purest mid-grade and it wouldn’t make a Pit-damned difference! But, arguing wouldn’t get him much farther, either. This version of Soundwave had no reason to believe a word he said, after all. Megatron wondered briefly why he didn’t feel the same.

The place he chooses is a spot deep underground, an abandoned mine that has yet to be re-excavated. As a result, energon crystals erupt from the ground and hang from the ceiling, massive chandeliers lighting the cavern with their blue glow. Apart from them, there is nothing above or below ground for miles. He’s given a message to his own spymaster to follow to his coordinates if he does not return in an hour. When the portal swirls open, Megatron opens his arms as if to greet an old friend.

“Welcome back, Soundwave. What a pleasure to see you again in person. I assume the feeling is not mutual.”

7?

7. Do you have any physical ailments and if so, how have they impacted you? Have they weakened you or strengthened you? Were you created with these ailments or were they forced upon you?

When damage is inflicted to the spark chamber, death is usually not long after. When the spark itself is even moderately damaged, it snuffs out almost immediately. Mine was nearly split in two by a well-aimed strike. Surviving that was not meant to be possible. As such, my recovery has not gone without consequence. Feeling certain things like anger too intensely puts a strain on my core, and I’m a bit more prone to overheating than I once was.

Even so, I do not count this as a weakness. To allow myself to recover, I have had to learn to maintain a sense of calm. I’ve been able to think more clearly than I have since the war’s inception. (grin) In a way, I’m more dangerous than ever.

However… there are other choices that I made that I am yet paying for, too.

::Do any of those cards of yours do anything actually helpful?::

slenderwave:

Ugh. Who told him? It was Smokescreen, wasn’t it?

Soundwave sends a confirmation ping from the throwaway frequency he’s been using and thinks. He wasn’t going to allow any Megatrons to try, mostly because of those helpful things, but… he’s seen some pretty nasty stuff as well, and there’s that Void card he heard about. Imagine separating Megatron’s spark from his frame and getting it trapped in a bottle, or a box, or something like that. It’d solve an awful lot of problems, wouldn’t it?

…He’ll wait and see if Megatron has anything else to say.

Not knowing anything of the severity of these cards, Megatron figures that he’s been through and shrugged off enough magic in the past. Surely it can’t do any harm that couldn’t be reversed… 

And as far as he knows, he’s on better terms with this Soundwave. Not good terms, not by a long shot. But better. He hasn’t forgotten their agreement.

::Alright then. Although, if I am to draw one for myself, I’m afraid you’ll have to come to me. My fuel “disagrees” with your atmosphere.::

Transformers Character Analysis

tfprompting:

1. Do you have many regrets? If so, is there anything you’ve done that you’re confident was the right thing to do?

2. Do you believe everyone is entitled to redemption? Are there things you would do or goals that you have to better yourself? 

3. What do you want or need to accomplish in order to feel confident in who you wish to become? 

4. How were you created? Did your upbringing shape who you would become? If it did, how?

5. Have you ever been denied freedoms, and if so, who denied you, what were denied, and why?

6. The universe is a mystery. Our lives are mysteries. Death is a mystery. Understanding these mysteries gives us peace. What is your idea of faith? Is it religious or spiritual? Is it just trusting you know how to survive? How much peace and understanding does your faith give you?

7. Do you have any physical ailments and if so, how have they impacted you? Have they weakened you or strengthened you? Were you created with these ailments or were they forced upon you? 

8. Many have found themselves in terrible circumstances such as having to kill someone in order to save a larger group of people. What are some moral gray areas for you?

9. What do you value most and why? Does it cause you to deny others or deny yourself? 

10. Have you ever changed your frame? Why did you?

11. What sort of powers do you possess and how did you come to possess them? Were you created with them or did you take them from others and integrate them into yourself? What do you want to do with these abilities and why?

12. Where are some of the places you’ve been? Why did you go there? Did these places influence you in any way?

13. Do you hate anyone? How did you come to hate them? 

14. Do you have an amica endurae or conjunx endurae? Do you have a sparkmate? How did they come to mean so much to you?

15. What is your concept of family? Do you have a concept of family? Is your family still intact? What has become of it? 

16. Home is something that can mean many things to many different people. What is “home” to you? Is it a place, such as where you were created or settled, or something more, such as a concept or people and things around you?

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Reaching over, Megatron hits the button for holographic display. Normally, this would display the 15 coordinates in three dimension, above the datapad. Instead, there were a series of 15 icons, each one unique in shape.

“When running the data through a projector, they turn into these.” He glaces sideways at Smokescreen. “Do you recognize any of them? At least one of them should be familiar to you.”

Smokescreen’s pausing- he can easily recognize one, and he steps up to grab the covenant, pulls it out turning it to a page on the Primes, and turning it so it faces Megatron. “See what I mean? Maybe they mean relics that belonged to those Primes? I don’t know what those other symbols are, though. You think they might be in here?”

Megatron stared at the open tome on the table, offered freely to him. The Covenant. Alpha Trion’s record of the entire history of their race and potentially the future… but it was not his future that he was interested in. Regardless of what lay at the end of that book, he refused to accept that the future was written, that his destiny was something that had been decided long ago. It was the past that couldn’t be changed, and some insight into all that had transpired may benefit him…

Not now. If Smokescreen was offering it to him now, he would do so again.

“…That is likely the case. The ones that appear to be on Cybertron include those of Prima, Alpha Trion, Alchemist, Liege Maximo, and Amalgamous. The two that are unaligned are both off-world, further confirming that the last…” He points to the final symbol, the entry submitted much later than the rest. The symbol is simply a cube. “Must be the Allspark. As for the rest, the Thirteen were each known to possess some ancient and powerful relic, which makes it easier to guess what lies at each… Although as we have already found the Forge and Covenant, that may not be the case.”

“The Allspark is our priority, but while we prepare, I need you to consult that book. Find out what the Primes would have wanted hidden from us.” From me, he thought.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Megatron sits on the couch while Smokescreen busies himself, activating his datapad and placing it on the table.

“The coordinates we found. I’ve uncovered something about them that you need to see.”

“Wait- wait, you did? What’d you find?” Smokescreen’s taking a seat, putting down his drink to take a glanceat the datapad.

Reaching over, Megatron hits the button for holographic display. Normally, this would display the 15 coordinates in three dimension, above the datapad. Instead, there were a series of 15 icons, each one unique in shape.

“When running the data through a projector, they turn into these.” He glaces sideways at Smokescreen. “Do you recognize any of them? At least one of them should be familiar to you.”

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

It’s exactly as he expected. The space feels like Smokescreen, eclectic and disorderly, but somehow inviting. It feels lived in, unlike most of his cold warship.

“If you like. Nothing too sweet for me. We have something to discuss.”

Smokescreen’s pausing, not having expected a discussion topic. He’s picking up the pace a bit, just grabbing the mid-grade and a couple of sweets- for himself, if Megatron really doesn’t want any.

“We do? What’s up, Megs?”

Megatron sits on the couch while Smokescreen busies himself, activating his datapad and placing it on the table.

“The coordinates we found. I’ve uncovered something about them that you need to see.”

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

@ask-smokescreen

He brings nothing but a datapad with a single file on it, waiting a few minutes out of courtesy. He can only imagine Smokescreen’s dread at having him over on such short notice. It brings a smile to his face as the bridge opens.

/Even with all his efforts, his place is still a mess, though there is a clean couch and table! As long as Megatron doesn’t go into his quarters or washracks, it’ll be fine. As Megatron arrives, Smokescreen’s waving him over./

Megs! It’s good to see you- I can go grab us some energon. You want an energon goodie, too?

It’s exactly as he expected. The space feels like Smokescreen, eclectic and disorderly, but somehow inviting. It feels lived in, unlike most of his cold warship.

“If you like. Nothing too sweet for me. We have something to discuss.”