Megatron sees what has been done to Smokescreen. There is a knot in his tank. Can they stoop any lower? He sends a message to Astrotrain, leaning back in his chair. He closes his optics, servo covering his face.
::Let him rest for now, but get him talking when he wakes. If there is anything we can provide, let me know.::
………….
Is that a request or an order or
I swear, Megs, it’s really not as bad as it sounds, really!
You are experiencing fluctuations and blackouts.
It is an order.
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.”
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.”
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 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.
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.
Why the sudden interest? …Fine.
MEGS STAND UP ON MY SHOULDERS
Why.
Then you’ll be taller! And I could toss you up or something!
My desire to return to normal and your ability to throw me at my current size have nothing to do with each other, I assure you.
We will not be “forming Alexandrite” either. Whatever that means.
MEGS STAND UP ON MY SHOULDERS
Why.
Megatron's back up 