That would be the medic’s decision, not mine.
Tag: asksmokescreen
Do you think throwing two bots into a box will help them finally get along
No. Not unless they are given… limitations.
You should work with Astrotrain to destroy the phase sixer menace that is plaguing the both of you.
He is not plaguing me!
This conversation, as well as smacking sense into the heads of any of the three of them if they require it, will be the extent of my involvement.
The phase sixer.
Black Shadow assisted me in recapturing Cybertron. I have not forgotten that. However, this feud between he and Astrotrain over Smokescreen gets unnecessarily out of hand. This, coming from me, should say something.
I will not take credit for such a thing, and neither will you. You are alive, and Airachnid will not harm you again. That is the last I will hear of this until your wounds have healed, understood?
What- but it is my fault- it was my magic that started it.
… You really mean that, though?
Of course. Now, no more.
ask-smokescreen replied to your post:Megatron- Megs, hey- thank you again, by the way.
… Don’t? Why not?
Are you thanking me for letting you get near-fatally wounded a second time by the same creature?
I’m thanking you for making sure I didn’t end up actually getting fatally wounded- it’s my own fault for this happening, anyway.
I will not take credit for such a thing, and neither will you. You are alive, and Airachnid will not harm you again. That is the last I will hear of this until your wounds have healed, understood?
Megatron- Megs, hey- thank you again, by the way.
…Don’t.
Even with his optics shut, Megatron’s glare intensified, face frozen in a snarl.
“There is a way,” he growled, the anger a coiling serpent around his spark. “Do not engage with her again, for any reason. She will know justice soon enough.”
“I mean, there are ways to get her to stop, but she’d never willingly change for the better, you know?” A sigh. He was hoping to be able to come to an understanding with her, but it didn’t go anywhere.
Smokescreen’s giving a concerned look at that last part, though. “What exactly are you planning?”
In lieu of an answer, Megatron’s glare focused on Smokescreen. He flinched, not at the sight of the cadet’s injuries, but at the pain pulsing in his chamber at the thought of slaying Airachnid. He fought to calm himself, resenting the idea of letting hatred of his enemies consume him once again. Vengeance against Optimus Prime had nearly cost him everything; this assassin was not worth anything. Still, she could not be allowed to walk away from her actions unscathed.
“Rest. As Lord High Protector I will not allow this to continue. Either she will not pursue my subjects anymore, or she will no longer be able to pursue anyone.”
The anonymous magic that put Airachnid in your frame had nothing to do with your decisions.
*Smokescreen’s former medical berth was still open, and he was deposited there while the medics fretted over him and began to remove his outer plating to get at whatever wounds the assassin had inflicted.
The warlord felt a familiar curl of venom bloom in his chest as he watched.*
I should have killed her after the first time.
It does, though- I let it happen- I let us switch bodies! I could’ve switched bodies with anyone, and I did it with her-
/Smokescreen’s offlining his optics once the different medics crowd around him- this is humiliating enough… He had been hoping to avoid the medbay for at least a little while, but here he is now./
/The wounds are largely blaster wounds, aimed all around, though largely at the spots Airachnid must have found to be the most sensitive…/
She’s not- it’s not like she-
/He almost started trying to defend Airachnid, but he couldn’t find himself completely any of these sentences./
… There’s not any way she’d ever stop, is there?
Even with his optics shut, Megatron’s glare intensified, face frozen in a snarl.
“There is a way,” he growled, the anger a coiling serpent around his spark. “Do not engage with her again, for any reason. She will know justice soon enough.”
*A bridge whirls to life in the enclosed space, and Megatron barely glances down at him before lifting Smokescreen through it.*
Do not be sorry for what a vile creature did to you.
/Smokescreen’s not completely out of it, and once pulled through, tries keeping himself sitting up, at least. Maybe he can be more dignified this time? But with the amount of energon he’s lost, and the different injuries, it’s difficult to even sit up without wobbling./
But- this has happened so many times now, and it’s my fault you have to do this for me in the first place, right? I should’ve known better.
The anonymous magic that put Airachnid in your frame had nothing to do with your decisions.
*Smokescreen’s former medical berth was still open, and he was deposited there while the medics fretted over him and began to remove his outer plating to get at whatever wounds the assassin had inflicted.
The warlord felt a familiar curl of venom bloom in his chest as he watched.*
I should have killed her after the first time.
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