the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

The static turmoil surrounding the warlord only thickened as Bee continued. 

“No,” he snapped. “She could have done far worse, that shot is aimed to kill and while you were vulnerable! No amount of antagonizing can excuse this! You are a civilian!” Pinpricks of pain. Rage would get him nowhere… and looking down at Bee, it would further alienate the friend he sought to avenge. Megatron took a moment to vent, to think. His optic filters slid back, blue again.

“…You are certain that you haven’t suffered lasting effects? When did this happen?”

Positive, nothing happened to me. Shax has got multiverse powers, and he healed me. (Bee thumps his chest.) It’s just the paint. 

(The anger makes him shiver, but he’s seen Megatron at worse times. He tries to put on a good smile.) But… 

… (and that smile falters when the memories come back) Okay you know what? No. It doesn’t hurt now but it hurt a LOT then. Can I…? (He gestures up to Megatron’s shoulder.)

He has vague memories of the one called Shax, but they’ve all been positive associations with Bumblebee. He trusts, for the moment, that Bee is healed. The request cuts through his remaining fury, and Megatron extends his servo without a second thought, bringing it up to shelter his friend once he’s perched.

“… Anyone who could think for a moment that you deserved that doesn’t deserve to walk on the same planet as you.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron’s servos curled into tight fists, optic filters flicking into place to turn his optics crimson as his field roiled with violent fury. While he had been idle Bumblebee had been shot in the chest- 

He froze in place, in the middle of the room, realizing he’d been guilty of the same. Glaring off into the distance, Megatron attempted to remain calm. Bee seemed otherwise unharmed, but he had been away for some time. Had he been hospitalized? Why was he being so casual about this?

“Who?” he finally growled. “Where are they?”

Their name is Shard, but I don’t keep track of where they are! I barely know the bot! I do know one time she stuck her camera on my head and I had a data overload, and she said she kissed me while I was spun out. 

Hey- (Uh oh, the red optics are you.) Hey, I’m okay! Shax fixed the dents, I’m not under that magic anon anymore, so- I didn’t mention the magic anon, did I? (Bee chuckles, digging the hole deeper. That chuckle comes out nervous and weak.) Where I was… on full sensor alert? 

Look, I antagonized her while she had her hand on the gun instead of backing off. This is as much me as it was her.

The static turmoil surrounding the warlord only thickened as Bee continued. 

“No,” he snapped. “She could have done far worse, that shot is aimed to kill and while you were vulnerable! No amount of antagonizing can excuse this! You are a civilian!” Pinpricks of pain. Rage would get him nowhere… and looking down at Bee, it would further alienate the friend he sought to avenge. Megatron took a moment to vent, to think. His optic filters slid back, blue again.

“…You are certain that you haven’t suffered lasting effects? When did this happen?”

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

…Sweets are not so much a need as they are a pleasantry. For that reason, they might be best served in the crystal garden. To Autobots, Decepticons, neutrals, anyone who happens to visit. It’s meant to be a place of peace, it’s your project. See it through.

Yeah, I figured they wouldn’t be too helpful in terms of relief…

Serving them at the garden’s a great idea, though! Maybe it could be something like a event there, once the newest arriving Cybertronians are settled in. I could get some games set up, too, help everyone get to know each other in a relaxing setting.

I’ve been keeping up with them, of course, making sure the crystals are staying vibrant even with all the light, making sure they haven’t dissolved at all… Some of them are really starting to make progress.

Exactly. I’ve visited it myself and I am impressed with your efforts. For how relatively short of a time it’s been, they are larger and brighter than expected. 

I imagine something sweet to enjoy while viewing them might ease latent tensions between visitors. Perhaps we could organize some sort of holiday at the garden, to commemorate our return to Cybertron.

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An Anon gave me a huge pool of energon and treats-…

I’m not exactly sure- I’d want to give them to anywhere on Cybertron that’s got a shortage right now, but they’re all sweets, and I’m not sure how filling they’d even be, and how much they’d help.

…Sweets are not so much a need as they are a pleasantry. For that reason, they might be best served in the crystal garden. To Autobots, Decepticons, neutrals, anyone who happens to visit. It’s meant to be a place of peace, it’s your project. See it through.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron grins at the familiar sound of his friend’s voice, but his smile immediately falls upon seeing Bee’s wound. He stares, before stepping inside and then continuing to stare, a sinking feeling in his tank.

“What happened?”

What this?

(Bee launches into the story, keeping in step with Megatron.) So there’s this archivist, right? A data slug. And we’re talking and she brings up that she doesn’t have interface hardware? And she won’t tell me WHY she doesn’t have it, not directly, but the more we talk the itchier she gets, like I’m making her mad or something! 

And I guess I WAS! I was intentionally poking fun at her half-implying and not-really-saying anything, but I crossed a line somewhere and she pulled out her blaster and shot me! And a high-power shot, too! It knocked me on my aft and dented me! 

Shax healed the dents but I haven’t gotten my electronic paint reset yet.

Megatron’s servos curled into tight fists, optic filters flicking into place to turn his optics crimson as his field roiled with violent fury. While he had been idle Bumblebee had been shot in the chest- 

He froze in place, in the middle of the room, realizing he’d been guilty of the same. Glaring off into the distance, Megatron attempted to remain calm. Bee seemed otherwise unharmed, but he had been away for some time. Had he been hospitalized? Why was he being so casual about this?

“Who?” he finally growled. “Where are they?”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

It had felt good to get out of the Nemesis for a while. Upon returning, a strange feeling overcame the former warlord. His suite was far too quiet, too empty. He left again almost immediately, and as he walked through the halls, a phantom weight rested on his shoulder. It had been quite some time since he’d visited with Bumblebee… A ground bridge later, Megatron’s pedes sank into the mud. So much rain… he knocked once before opening the door himself.

“Bumblebee? Are you in?”

(Bee runs to the door fast, and while his optics are bright and chipper, his paint tells another story. His bright yellow paint is gone from the entire front of him, singed away in an unmistakable blaster mark that covers most of his torso.) 

Hey, my lord! Come in quick, or you might get bogged down. 

Megatron grins at the familiar sound of his friend’s voice, but his smile immediately falls upon seeing Bee’s wound. He stares, before stepping inside and then continuing to stare, a sinking feeling in his tank.

“What happened?”

heligooddeals:

Unaware that she was being scrutinized, Blackguard momentarily stopped scratching at the back of Rex’s ears to push back and forth on them, making them flop around her hands. She grinned, utterly pleased with herself, the floppy ears, and what she assumed to be the dog’s approval since he leaned more on her, forcing her to readjust her stance to compensate for the added weight. What little doubt she had on whether or not Rex approved of her were soon washed away though by a glossa that had no business being that big or that wet.

“Oh, god.” She laughed, leaning away as she used one hand to wipe off the excessive drool and the other to resume scratches, now working the underside of Rex’s neck and chin. “His breath smells like it. Is that a Ridgeback thing? Or can all hounds get away with eating scraps?”

Rex’s massive head tilted along with the direction of her servo, chuffing happily between licks. His joints creaked as he lifted a paw to put weight on her leg, neck stretched as far as it could go to get as many scratches as possible. One of his back legs stretched out too, as he was treated with one of his favorite scratching spots.

Megatron was keeping an eye on him, as the hound could topple her over without even trying. Not that it looked like Blackguard would particularly mind. Perhaps if he brought Rex to negotiations with the neutrals on his Cybertron, they might actually listen to him for a change… Ah yes. Agree to adopt our policies and I’ll let you pet my dog.

“Ridgebacks. I’ve been told their tanks are similar to an insecticon’s, allowing them to break down metals and assimilate them into their bodies. The osmium in the mine we discovered him in might explain his… density.” Rex nudged his head to the side of Blackguard’s, nearly pushing her over as he decided she was a comfortable place to lay. “Let me know if you require assistance.” Same sentence, much different context.

It had felt good to get out of the Nemesis for a while. Upon returning, a strange feeling overcame the former warlord. His suite was far too quiet, too empty. He left again almost immediately, and as he walked through the halls, a phantom weight rested on his shoulder. It had been quite some time since he’d visited with Bumblebee… A ground bridge later, Megatron’s pedes sank into the mud. So much rain… he knocked once before opening the door himself.

“Bumblebee? Are you in?”