heligooddeals:

Panic suddenly consumes her as a bridge opens in the office and Blackguard suddenly remembers that she is without a mask and Megatron hasn’t seen her new face yet. Then, as she worries over what his reaction will be like, she slowly realizes he hasn’t seen her at all before, that this is their first physical meeting, so whatever reactions he will have will be absolutely normal. There won’t be judgement, disappointment, or sadness, there will just be greetings and dog talk. Preferably lots of dog talk.

Still, Blackguard quickly traces her talons over the jagged surgery scar while Megatron and his hound step through the bridge, mentally mapping its place and hoping her visor will do a good enough job of covering up the majority of it so Megatron cannot notice it. Then, she forces back her anxiety and refocuses her attention on more important matters.

Like scratching the big, needy baby currently pressing up against her.

“I’m going with scratches.” She coos as she drops down to a squat after regaining her balance from the forceful nudge, a dangerous position to be in as it put her face right at slobbering level, but it made it so much easier for her to reach out and scratch anything and everything she could touch on the Ridgeback’s hide, starting with the ears. “Scratches are always in, huh?”

Now that Rex was occupied, Megatron looked more closely around the room. Some sort of office, and the ship gave off its own subtle energy, exactly as the Nemesis once had. It was alive, and Megatron took note to tread carefully.

As for Blackguard, she was about the size he had expected her to be, but for some reason he’d been picturing her as blue. Hm. The rotors were a surprise as well, helomechs one of the rarer frametypes nowadays as so few seemed to have survived the war. She looked like a parent, whether it was her armor or her posture. It suited her, he decided.

Rex could care even less what she was like so long as she kept petting him. He leaned heavily into her servos, the only way he could lean, and rewarded her with a face full of wet tongue. If she’d needed her visor cleaned, or wanted to know what a cyberhound’s saliva felt like on brand new face plates, she was in luck. Rex’s hind end wiggled slightly; Megatron hardly ever let him lick his face.

“As is scrap metal. They only require energon as a supplement; I’ve even seen them lapping at molten slag.”

heligooddeals:

Manners and social graces mean nothing when a dog is within sight or grasp. She’ll at least keep her exciting trilling to a muffled level though, so Megatron’s audio receivers aren’t assaulted by all that noise.

«Uhhh… Yeah.» There is a stray moment spent wondering what sort of cosmic reaction will happen when two Megatrons exist within the same universal space, but after deducing that things will probably be fine so long as they don’t physically see each other, Blackguard pings over her exact coordinates to Megatron. Then, she pings Crossfire to give him forewarning a guest was coming over with a very important pet.

«We’re good. Come over whenever you’re ready, mech.»

Muffled over not, Megatron smirked. He wondered briefly how long the war would have lasted if more dogs had been involved. Apparently they crossed any awkward gaps. He called for the ground bridge, patting his leg to get Rex to follow him. 

The hound lumbered after him, reaching the other side of the bridge and immediately sniffing the ground at their feet. New person, new ship. With his head raised, the beast easily came to Megatron’s middle, optics locked on Blackguard and her second new person smell. He stared, stock still for a moment, before opening his maw and panting, plodding forward and pressing his head to her leg with all of his weight behind it.

“Apparently that is how he’s learned to beg to be scratched. Either that, or he needs even more legs to stand properly.”

heligooddeals:

mightymegatron:

heligooddeals:

[x]

You have a dog?

What breed is it? How big is it? How’s it been?

Can I meet it?

::Rex is a Tarnish Ridgeback we found while excavating the mines. After so long alone underground, he quite enjoys attention. Be prepared to be salivated on.::

«Oh god.» Hazy memories of trying to push one that had decided to lay down right in Crossfire’s hatch come to mind and Blackguard is caught feeling both regretful in giving it away to the kind samaritan that had come along to help her and thankful she had saved herself from the apparent slobber problem.

«…So… Do you mind if I take a look at him? Just to see what he’s like, not for buying or anything.»

So subtle.

::Very well, he needs to stretch his legs. I’ll bring him with me. Are you prepared to receive visitors?::

radioactivibee:

mightymegatron:

You both need it, whether you think highly of me or not.

You are needed, by those around you and by those you call friend. Both you and Smokescreen fall into the same line of thinking, to hide or downplay your injuries so that others won’t worry. If you continue to do this, if you continue to keep yourself from admitting your state and allowing yourself recovery, you will die. And if you think that will stop your friends from worrying, you’re right. It will devastate them instead, eat at them from the inside as they wonder and doubt what they could have done to better help, to prevent it even if there was nothing they could have done. If you would rather put everyone through that than let them tend your wounds for a while, you’re a crueler mech than I am.

Besides that, you are the one who defeated me. I am ill accustomed to expressing gratitude apart from ensuring your continued survival.

I don’t know what to think of you anymore.

You’re missing a pretty big point. Unlike Smokescreen – and don’t get me wrong, I love him – I get help, I’ve learned that by now. I have to, especially if Vorte– when I know I’m going to be in…a situation in the near future. Don’t accuse me of something I’m not doing. [Even then, the fight’s starting to fade from Bumblebee. His voice lacks the edge it had before, far more subdued now than he was moments before. Because ultimately, Megatron was right.]

…You’ll never cease to confuse me. You killed me and I have a seemingly endless grudge. I killed you and you want to protect me. I almost liked it better when the universe made sense.

*Megatron’s smile is tired, but it stays. Bee is a warrior after all.*

Almost is a very important word. Rest. Try to take comfort in the fact that I’d rather protect you than kill you a second time. One less enemy to worry about.

radioactivibee:

mightymegatron:

I have done this to Smokescreen, too. You both seem to forget that your well being is not only your concern.

You still didn’t answer my question. Why do you care?

…Keep doing it to Smokey though, he needs it and he thinks highly of you.

You both need it, whether you think highly of me or not.

You are needed, by those around you and by those you call friend. Both you and Smokescreen fall into the same line of thinking, to hide or downplay your injuries so that others won’t worry. If you continue to do this, if you continue to keep yourself from admitting your state and allowing yourself recovery, you will die. And if you think that will stop your friends from worrying, you’re right. It will devastate them instead, eat at them from the inside as they wonder and doubt what they could have done to better help, to prevent it even if there was nothing they could have done. If you would rather put everyone through that than let them tend your wounds for a while, you’re a crueler mech than I am.

Besides that, you are the one who defeated me. I am ill accustomed to expressing gratitude apart from ensuring your continued survival.

Empties everywhere…

 willnotgogently:

Rung nodded, doing his best not to look too worried.  He saw the energon that was starting to well up and the color didn’t look healthy at all.  It could just be that he was different, that he had some sort of sickness like cybercrosis or the like that made his energon bleed differently.  Or maybe it was just the light that they were in that made it seem like it was the same shade as what came from the Empties.  But Megatron was still alive and Rung had medication packed away that he hadn’t even thought he might need later.  Good thing he had some foresight or he’d be panicking a lot more right now.

Nodding again, he caught his vents and lifted his staff, moving over to Tacitus and striking out with it to catch one of the Swoopers in the helm, giving Tacitus enough distance to dig in his claws and rip out its middle and then crush the things head.  Rung could tell the Insecticon really wanted to keep fighting and was struggling not to move away from Rung and their new friend and the small orange mech appreciated it.  Touching Tacitus’ wrist, he pointed down the road and motioned for him to come with.  He cast one last look at Megatron and smiled as most of the sharp edges in his plating began to fold back

“I… would appreciate if you didn’t mention this to anyone.” He said as they walked at a fast pace, wanting to put all of this behind them.

Megatron found himself more and more impressed with the little mech. He could claim that he was recovering from being pinned, but in reality he was transfixed for a moment by the way Rung assisted his Insecticon. He was fearless and precise out of necessity, loyal, and despite his stature willing and more than able to fight. The jagged edges of Rung’s strangely altered frame featured low in his mind compared to these, although a part of him worried that he’d been infected too. Please, not this one.

As they neared the shuttle, Megatron shook his helm in answer. “You are not the only one with secrets. Most in my clan are aware of my condition,” this word he sneered. “-but there are young ones who don’t need yet another concern on their heads, not so long as I remain functional.” He waved up at the guard in the massive ship’s cockpit, and a cargo door slid halfway open. Just enough to fit Tacitus through with some wriggling. “To mutual discretion, Rung.”

Megatron lead the way inside and helped the new arrivals through the battered entrance quickly, lest they attract further unwanted attention. A slim seeker was first to greet them, an arm-mounted missile aimed squarely at the silver warrior’s chest. His smirk was positively serpentine.

“Brought along some appetizers for yourself, My Liege? By my count, you’ll be reverting to a feral state in just a few moments, ready to devour us all. Perhaps I should simply put you out of your misery, instead?” Megatron glared down at him, managing to look both irritated and bored as he batted the blaster away.

“That chronometer of yours needs repair, Starscream. I’ll give you credit for effort, but you can’t frighten them with something they already know. Where is Shockwave?” Starscream pouted, folding his blaster away. He looked over Rung and Tacitus with derision, judging them to be unworthy of an introduction now that they couldn’t be scared off. Just some minibot and its dangerous pet. His wings flicked, grin returning.

“Shockwave is otherwise occupied. Knock Out needed repairs he couldn’t complete on his own.” A question for another time. Megatron scowled, he would have to make do with what medicine he’d collected. Without the scientist’s additives, he would have to take a double dose… “Oh dear, will that mean you’ll miss your precious appointment? My offer to end your suffering stands as always, My Lord.” The warrior’s glare only sharpened, as he pointedly ignored the thorn in his side and began to search through his subspace for injections. Only now that Megatron was preoccupied did Starscream give the new pair his full attention. Maybe he could still have a bit of fun.

“And you. He hasn’t touched you, has he?”

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