( tiny salute ) Any progress on the elections, my lord?

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron smirks, waving off the salute. 

“Heh, nearly. I’m in the process of drafting a public response to the video. We’ll see how things will go from there, but… I believe I may have found a compromise.” He glares down at his papers. “Unfortunately.”

Oh god you’re made another Senate.

His claws begin to dig into his helmet.

Maybe if you don’t… call it a Senate? 

Senate by any other name would still smell like slag, though…

Megatron speaks through his hands, not moving from his position.

“This was why I started the war. Our system was broken. Our leaders corrupt and uncaring. But the only way for everyone to work towards Cybertron’s future and be placated is if everyone is represented, and this is the only way to have that happen without inciting further conflict.”

( tiny salute ) Any progress on the elections, my lord?

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron smirks, waving off the salute. 

“Heh, nearly. I’m in the process of drafting a public response to the video. We’ll see how things will go from there, but… I believe I may have found a compromise.” He glares down at his papers. “Unfortunately.”

“An Unfortunate Compromise” sounds like the name of a political paper already. (Bee steals a glance.) Why’s it bad? 

Megatron rests his helm in his hands with a frustrated growl.

“Because it involves a team of mechs from around the planet united to represent their subsections, voting and monitoring law from all sides as one elected force.”

Oh god you’re made another Senate.

His claws begin to dig into his helmet.

( tiny salute ) Any progress on the elections, my lord?

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron smirks, waving off the salute. 

“Heh, nearly. I’m in the process of drafting a public response to the video. We’ll see how things will go from there, but… I believe I may have found a compromise.” He glares down at his papers. “Unfortunately.”

“An Unfortunate Compromise” sounds like the name of a political paper already. (Bee steals a glance.) Why’s it bad? 

Megatron rests his helm in his hands with a frustrated growl.

“Because it involves a team of mechs from around the planet united to represent their subsections, voting and monitoring law from all sides as one elected force.”

::Dear spark, Bumblebee got me thinking when we had a history night. What’s the accepted history of Unicron and Primus that you know of?::

It really shouldn’t fluster him so to hear Rung call him that. He thinks for a moment before typing his response.

::As far as I can remember, they were created together. Either that, or they just always were, but they were always together, and always at war. Light and Darkness, Order and Chaos, entirely opposite sides of ultimate power, too equal for one to destroy the other. Primus made the original Thirteen and their implements to fight Unicron, because by nature he cannot create something that isn’t himself. Together, they cast him out, but Primus had used most of his energy to make them and became dormant, becoming Cybertron.::

::This is what we were taught, but I’ve… seen more, in my brushes with both. Our elders didn’t seem to know that they call each other brothers, or that Primus never wanted them to fight. They want to be one but can’t, both drawn to and repelled by the other like magnets.::

thesoundlessvoid:

@mightymegatron

::Heh, I’ll keep that in mind. Shitty company is always appreciated.:: He takes a deep breath, the burn in his lines still there.

::Soon, I will take you up on that. …I am also in possession of your cockpit glass, I can return that as well.::

::It is good to hear from you.::

Blackout manages to sit up, patting the ground around his nest until he finds the cygar he left there. :: Oh, that’s where my glass went. He sent it to you. Great. ::

The tyton sighs softly. :: I’m sorry. About the whole … bullslag and all. :: He lights the cygar and takes a long vent full. :: Grindor is as crazy as they come. Keep an optic out for him, if he could send you something, he knows where you are. He says he’s a Herald of Unicron. ::

::Apologizing for being tortured? Seems we’re both sorely in need of company.:: The name gives him pause. His thoughts go to Rigel. That was where he had tracked the mechling before. Does the beast know his current location?

::…I have known Heralds, but it sounds as if yours is more willing and active than mine. Even so, I’m unconcerned for myself. I have some rather unfortunate experience in this area. Should I bring a medic along?::

👁️, 👀

Answered here!

What is the most disturbing thing they’ve ever seen?

…You know, anything that unnaturally jams organic and mechanical messes together. He’s seen it several times now, and it never gets less disturbing. The least disturbing out of that category was Silas-Breakdown, and even that turned his tanks.

🎵👄 🗣

If they were going to torture someone, what music would they play while they did it?

He’s never done this to music, but if he had to pick a song it would be ‘Friday’, very loudly. He’d shut off his own audial receptors and make it a part of the torture.

If your muse had the ‘kiss of death’, would they ever use it?  

Not anymore.

When is the last time they yelled at someone in anger?

Barring various monsters? …I think Rigel. That was the most recent time he’s lost his temper at someone specific, unless I’m forgetting something.