Megatron steps through the ground bridge first, waiting for the medic to follow before ordering it closed. The makeshift lair feels more like an Earth animal’s den than a base, carved into the very rock. Even so, it is both foreign and familiar, the smokey fire at its center reminiscent of those in the mines miles below Kaon’s surface. It’s almost enough to make him nostalgic, before he sees the damage Grindor has done to his lost soldier. To finally get him back after so long only to have him nearly taken by one of Unicron’s heralds… They are no longer at war, but he resolves to make Grindor answer for his crimes, one way or another.
The medic fidgeted at his side, clutching a medkit but waiting for permission to start working. Megatron pulled a piece of glass with metal edges out from behind his back, offering it to the tyton with his customary glare. “…Singer will get this reattached momentarily, but your senses are more vital. Are you able to see? Hear?”
It’s dark in his den, at least in the side room where Megatron and his medic would have first arrived in. There is no reason to have it lit; all that is present is a cobbled-together ground (or perhaps space) bridge and several of Blackout’s varying tools he has either stolen or collected over the years. Being underground one might expect the atmosphere to be cool, maybe even cold, but it isn’t.
The broken tyton is on the other side of the large circular cavern, prone on a heap of bedding, pillows, and other soft sundries. In the center of the room a fire roars, embers glowing nearly white-hot in the coal bed as the smoke disappears into a vent in the ceiling.
Blackout manages to sit up, forcing his bulk upright enough to get to one knee as a show of loyalty and respect to his leader. “Sir,” he rumbles, looking up at him and at the drone. “I, uh… I think you said something but I couldn’t hear it and I didn’t manage to read your lip-plates.” Blackout looks at the drone. “Whatchu lookin’ so nervous fer? Loosen up. You two hungry?”
The anxious-looking medic does not in fact loosen up upon being told to, having never had to treat a patient so big, let alone while his Lord was watching. He clenches his kit tighter. Megatron kneels too, though it’s to ease Blackout off of his own knee until they’re both seated, facing each other. This time, he waits until the tyton is watching him to speak, holding his gaze while handing the cockpit glass to Singer. At least his optics, though different colors, seemed to be functional.
“Please, there’s no need to further injure yourself just to be formal. Is your hearing worse since the attack, or is this your former condition?” If it was new, perhaps something could be done to restore what was left. If not, perhaps some sort of amplifier, though he was not the medic. He waves the vehicon over to take a look, and he obediently begins scanning the much larger frame.
“Either way, I’ve brought some nourishment of my own to share after he’s finished,” he adds with a smirk.
The stickers are evaded, the magnet picked off, the necklace swatted away, the hat torn to little pieces until finally, finally he allows the light. Anything to keep Allen occupied.
Let the others wonder why the frag one of his soldiers is following him around all day making him tinted in a shade of green. At least it’s put an end to all that attempted contact.
All of these have relevance to my Megs, some in very obvious ways and some a little less so. But since this list was made by me, any questions asked about it will be answered OOC. Enjoy!
Yup! Green all week for this weekend! I don’t wanna get pinched!
You like my colors?
They certainly make you stand out. Why would you get pinched?
You like the colors? It’s actually kinda soothing for my optics, a change from the purple.
Oh, you don’t know? Apparently on this earth holiday, St. Patrick’s Day, it’s custom to pinch someone who isn’t wearing green. I have no idea why. And I don’t know much about this holiday. I just remember the fun parts. Drink lots of high grade, wear green, pinch those who aren’t wearing green!
While part of that sounds enjoyable, I will not be wearing green.
If you pinch me, you will be made to suffer.
Not even a little green?
I mean, Megatron, come on. It’s the rules! I have to pinch you! And if you pinch back I have to pinch you even more!
There is commotion behind the door before Megatron opens it, looking as composed as ever. Nevermind his core temperature. “Ah, hello Bumblebee. You left your pillow here, but I assumed it was intentional.”
He coughs a bit, clearing his intake as smoke continues to spew forth.
“The predacon you faced… breathed fire? *Cough* Was it a dragon?”
(Bee plops a bottle of soda into Megatron’s hand.) Yeah it was a dragon! I thought Predacons from your dimension only came in dragon shape. I shot my stingers into his mouth when he had my arm in it, and then… well, THAT happened!
From his dimension. Megatron drinks the liquid gratefully as it douses the rest of the material, cutting the smoke down to steam. Then he leveled his stare at the minibot.
“…You fought Predaking.”
(Bee’s spark drops into his tank.)
… hey he made me promise not to TELL anybody. He didn’t say anything about other people figuring it out!
… and I fucking won.
Megatron had fought Predaking. It was no small feat to claim victory. The beast was young and inexperienced and that had been his weak point. When Megatron had fought him, he’d even been in his bipedal mode.
“I’m even more impressed. I’m also reminded that Predaking is still out there somewhere in my Cybertron’s wilds.”
There is commotion behind the door before Megatron opens it, looking as composed as ever. Nevermind his core temperature. “Ah, hello Bumblebee. You left your pillow here, but I assumed it was intentional.”
He coughs a bit, clearing his intake as smoke continues to spew forth.
“The predacon you faced… breathed fire? *Cough* Was it a dragon?”
(Bee plops a bottle of soda into Megatron’s hand.) Yeah it was a dragon! I thought Predacons from your dimension only came in dragon shape. I shot my stingers into his mouth when he had my arm in it, and then… well, THAT happened!
From his dimension. Megatron drinks the liquid gratefully as it douses the rest of the material, cutting the smoke down to steam. Then he leveled his stare at the minibot.
There is commotion behind the door before Megatron opens it, looking as composed as ever. Nevermind his core temperature. “Ah, hello Bumblebee. You left your pillow here, but I assumed it was intentional.”
Megatron bit down at the same time, sensors flaring to life as the scalding metal comes into contact some grit left in his intake.
Megatron's back up 