Initially, he’d followed Bee to see where he’d gotten to, but the minibot had bridged off-ship for whatever errand he required. No matter. He would explain when he returned.
Some time later, the bridge reopens on the ship. At this point, the soldiers are used to unannounced groundbridges appearing at all hours. They’re always for Megatron. “There you are. Why did you- …You look as if you’re about to fall over.” He offered to take the large covered platter.
THANK YOu yes it was REALLY heavy. Optimus made it look eas- I mean- wait- no, you know what?! No! Me and Optimus made you a cake!
(Megatron will find a blue energon crumb cake, made obviously to look like the purple one from the pictures, on the plate. Some of the cream’s started to leak out of the sides from the warmth of the fresh-baked cake, much to Bee’s audible horror.)
He’s not sure what is more of a shock; that the cake beneath the cover is a copy of the dark energon one, or that Optimus helped make it. He subtly scans it for any toxins out of habit, but… it looks as mouthwatering as the one in the photo, even if the sides are leaking a bit. It is exactly the one in the photo.
Scrap. :: Yes. I didn’t think you’d open it that fast. ::
::Am I not to open secret parcels that appear on my desk?:: His glyphs are tinged with humor so that the light sarcasm carries. It doesn’t look bad for being home-made gel. After turning it over in his hand, Megatron slips it into his mouth. The liquid center oozes.
::It is very good, Rigel. Perhaps we should trade recipes.::
What- No! Smokescreen, you will not throw away your second chance. Even touch it again and I will throw you through the wall without the phase shifter.
(Yes! With Optimus’ help, he’s made this sucka! And he’s assembling a big hunk of it for Megatron now. Cake, a layer of cream, top cake, little more cream, and then crumbled raw energon on top. Nice healthy blue, no purple, not a bit of purple just nice and good and non-addictive blue energon. He makes sure it’s nice and covered. Good for sharp teeth.)
All right. (He covers the rest of the ingredients for later, with a big plate in hand, he makes his way back to Megatron’s office.)
Initially, he’d followed Bee to see where he’d gotten to, but the minibot had bridged off-ship for whatever errand he required. No matter. He would explain when he returned.
Some time later, the bridge reopens on the ship. At this point, the soldiers are used to unannounced groundbridges appearing at all hours. They’re always for Megatron. “There you are. Why did you- …You look as if you’re about to fall over.” He offered to take the large covered platter.
The tin is inspected carefully. It’s past the so-called “holiday season” so the gift’s origin takes some investigation. The note however, is written in a child’s hand.
Rigel’s long-unused commlink is brought up, but he only sends text rather than his voice. No need to frighten the young one again.
Megatron's back up 