ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Megatron is not one for racing, though neither is he able to detect what Smokescreen is up to. He walks at his usual pace, reaching the deck a ew minutes after. 

“I have our fuel, and I refuse to ‘chug’ them to see whose tank is faster.”

Truthfully, while Smokescreen had plans to swipe the energon right from Megatron, he liked the idea of sitting down and having a drink with Megatron more and more.

Optimus wasn’t going to get any more dead if he waits just a little, and he realizes it’s a trick… Even if it were true, he would have expected Optimus to come back only to tell him that he’s disappointed in him much sooner.

“Fair enough! You’re pretty old, your tank probably couldn’t handle it. I wouldn’t want to make you sick!”

Smokescreen’s going to reach to take his own cube, and take a nice long sip, grinning at the other.

Megatron shakes his helm in disapproval, but his smirk gives him away. There’s no denying that he is getting old, but with the dark energon in his system, he has to wonder if the ravages of time will have any further effect on him from this point forward.

Instead of following that train of thought, the former warlord takes a deep swig from his cube. There’s no burn or bite of high-grade, but it serves to clear his processor a bit. “You’re the one who needs to remain in good health, scout. I’ve got coordinates for you.”

That smirk gets Smokescreen chuckling! It was strange how moments like these with Megatron could feel so much like good times with Alpha Trion, or even Optimus. Not wanting to dwell on the thoughts, Smokescreen is brushing it off as all of them being old.

Ooh! Smokescreen is impressed, and is going to finish off his cube, giving a pleased sigh as he sets the cube down. “Coordinates? I’ll have to get everyone together to check ‘em out. On-world, right?”

“Mm. We’ll need to prepare a ship to reach the others. The closest is in the Sea of Rust, you’ll all need to get sealed. I won’t have you coming back with clogged vents and infected joints.” He takes another swig, glossing over the implication that he minds their health.

“Be on the look-out. If anything has remained undetected for so long, there may be defensive systems in place.”

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Megatron is not one for racing, though neither is he able to detect what Smokescreen is up to. He walks at his usual pace, reaching the deck a ew minutes after. 

“I have our fuel, and I refuse to ‘chug’ them to see whose tank is faster.”

Truthfully, while Smokescreen had plans to swipe the energon right from Megatron, he liked the idea of sitting down and having a drink with Megatron more and more.

Optimus wasn’t going to get any more dead if he waits just a little, and he realizes it’s a trick… Even if it were true, he would have expected Optimus to come back only to tell him that he’s disappointed in him much sooner.

“Fair enough! You’re pretty old, your tank probably couldn’t handle it. I wouldn’t want to make you sick!”

Smokescreen’s going to reach to take his own cube, and take a nice long sip, grinning at the other.

Megatron shakes his helm in disapproval, but his smirk gives him away. There’s no denying that he is getting old, but with the dark energon in his system, he has to wonder if the ravages of time will have any further effect on him from this point forward.

Instead of following that train of thought, the former warlord takes a deep swig from his cube. There’s no burn or bite of high-grade, but it serves to clear his processor a bit. “You’re the one who needs to remain in good health, scout. I’ve got coordinates for you.”

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Indeed. …The flight deck. This late, the only fliers using it will be out all night on reconnaissance.

That makes sense to me! It’d probably be pretty nice out there this late, too. Be able to get some stargazing in. Race you there?

Megatron is not one for racing, though neither is he able to detect what Smokescreen is up to. He walks at his usual pace, reaching the deck a ew minutes after. 

“I have our fuel, and I refuse to ‘chug’ them to see whose tank is faster.”

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

ask-smokescreen replied to your post: Hey, Megs- Megs, how are you feeling tonight?…

No reason! It’s been a while since we’ve had a drink together, you know?

I suppose. I only insist on mid-grade. The Nemesis has ample supply.

That’s fine, it’s pretty late anyway! And after last time- We can grab some, and grab a quiet spot to sit down. Sound good to you?

Indeed. …The flight deck. This late, the only fliers using it will be out all night on reconnaissance.

My Lord, MY LORD MY LORD! ( Bee has his little scimitar at the ready. ) ???

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

The familiarity of his actions put Megatron even more at ease. He even chuckles at Bumblebee’s botched plan. “Indeed, it would have. But I must admit, I had little way of knowing, myself. Not many attempt to ‘tickle’ the leader of a rebel faction.”

Megatron stands in a more formal Ready position, waiting for his friend to recover his sword. His vents are steady and even, and his signature smirk awaits his challenger. “You will not score another hit on me.”

Probably not! (Bee sets his stance again.) But that’s never stopped me before! 

(He goes back on the offensive, advancing in overreaching steps. Bee would be the only mech in the world who’d try to fence with a scimitar.) 

Scimitar, truncheon or umbrella, it was a joy to fence with someone creative, even if they were comparatively green. Yellow in this case. 

“And that, my friend, is one of your greatest strengths!” 

My Lord, MY LORD MY LORD! ( Bee has his little scimitar at the ready. ) ???

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

His blade meets Bumblebee’s- and then it doesn’t. Before Megatron can process that his sparring partner has simply dropped his weapon, the sensors in the entire left side of his chassis light up with electricity, his plating bristles, his cannon whirs to life and he aims it at the source of the sudden shock…

Bumblebee, trusted. Stingers, non-lethal. Spar, friendly. All of these things fall into place and Megatron’s optics dim from their overbright and comically surprised expression. His manic grins falls, weapon arm lowering. “Ah… It would seem that you’ve won, Bumblebee.”

( Bee’s hands slowly come down from their place in the air, hanging in clear and obvious surrender. His optics are too bright, too, but mostly because Megatron’s fusion cannon looks just as big when it’s pointed at his face. ) 

… n-no, I don’t think so. I-I mean don’t get me wrong! (He forces a smile.) If we’d really been tussling that would’ve been a win! But friendly sparring? That- that was just a cheap shot! My bad. 

Try again…? This time a little less no-holds-barred? I think we might need to bar the holds now.

The cannon is completely off now, and he steps away, shaking his helm. 

“No, I have introduced undisclosed elements in our spars before. This was you evolving to meet that standard… effectively. You won. I’m the one unaccustomed to such surprises. Some ground rules may be necessary to… avoid potential harm.” He began to think of what would have happened if he had fired, and abruptly refused to think of it ever again.

“No weaponry apart from our swords. Full contact is fine, I don’t mind being tackled or thrown down. I encourage it, in fact. …I would like to continue, but if my outburst has been out of line, we will stop.”

(He takes a minute to thump his chest, bounce the tension out of his legs, and shake his shoulders out. He’s fine. He’s fine! Just a little bit of a mutual spook, nothing bad. There’s a sincere smile now.) 

I’m good! I- I gotta find my sword hang on.

(Bee scans the ground and chases after his scimitar.) I had this awesome idea coming together in my head, that I was gonna run for it after you were laughing and get my sword back and come at you all unprepared, it looked great in my head! Didn’t occur to me that you weren’t ticklish.

The familiarity of his actions put Megatron even more at ease. He even chuckles at Bumblebee’s botched plan. “Indeed, it would have. But I must admit, I had little way of knowing, myself. Not many attempt to ‘tickle’ the leader of a rebel faction.”

Megatron stands in a more formal Ready position, waiting for his friend to recover his sword. His vents are steady and even, and his signature smirk awaits his challenger. “You will not score another hit on me.”

My Lord, MY LORD MY LORD! ( Bee has his little scimitar at the ready. ) ???

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

Megatron breaks into a wide grin. Oh, this will be fun. He unsheaths his own sword, rather than reaching for a hand-held one. Time to test Bee’s abilities on his own level.

“I hope you won’t underestimate me in my shrunken state, Bumblebee. I won’t hold back.”

His blade meets Bumblebee’s- and then it doesn’t. Before Megatron can process that his sparring partner has simply dropped his weapon, the sensors in the entire left side of his chassis light up with electricity, his plating bristles, his cannon whirs to life and he aims it at the source of the sudden shock…

Bumblebee, trusted. Stingers, non-lethal. Spar, friendly. All of these things fall into place and Megatron’s optics dim from their overbright and comically surprised expression. His manic grins falls, weapon arm lowering. “Ah… It would seem that you’ve won, Bumblebee.”

( Bee’s hands slowly come down from their place in the air, hanging in clear and obvious surrender. His optics are too bright, too, but mostly because Megatron’s fusion cannon looks just as big when it’s pointed at his face. ) 

… n-no, I don’t think so. I-I mean don’t get me wrong! (He forces a smile.) If we’d really been tussling that would’ve been a win! But friendly sparring? That- that was just a cheap shot! My bad. 

Try again…? This time a little less no-holds-barred? I think we might need to bar the holds now.

The cannon is completely off now, and he steps away, shaking his helm. 

“No, I have introduced undisclosed elements in our spars before. This was you evolving to meet that standard… effectively. You won. I’m the one unaccustomed to such surprises. Some ground rules may be necessary to… avoid potential harm.” He began to think of what would have happened if he had fired, and abruptly refused to think of it ever again.

“No weaponry apart from our swords. Full contact is fine, I don’t mind being tackled or thrown down. I encourage it, in fact. …I would like to continue, but if my outburst has been out of line, we will stop.”