Tag: asksmokescreen

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

… Fine. I’m on the bridge.

/He’s running to the bridge practically, and is making an attempt to hug Megatron, of all things. He’s not crying now, but that’s more because he can’t currently do it./

I feel like I should absolutely hate you, and- maybe I should- but you’ve really done a lot for Cybertron, and- even a lot for me personally, and I’m grateful to have you as a- a friend, I think?

And if it weren’t for the dork energon, you’d probably make a better Prime than most of the past Primes. And

Instinct saves him from an immediate hug, holding Smokescreen away by the shoulder with battle protocols flashing in his mind. He shuts each of them down, staring in confusion at the babbling Autobot. Why would he be saying such things at all, let alone in front of others?!

He looks around at the bridge full of wide-eyed soldiers and glares, pushing Smokescreen away. “What has gotten into you? Control yourself Smokescreen! Or are you incapable?”

ask-smokescreen:

“All respect to Soundwave and all, but he’s not a medic. If you go to a medic regularly, couldn’t they get you in a better state? They have patient confidentiality and everything, you know. The fact that you survived all that in the first place says a lot more, anyway.” Being able to be alive after getting stabbed in the spark? Being able to handle dark energon? If anything, he thinks it would spread rumors of Megatron being unstoppable.

“The Allspark? What about it?” Truthfully, Smokescreen assumed that it had already been taken care of, that it wasn’t an issue at all. But- frag, he meant to cheer the other bot up! Why wasn’t it working? “It’ll all work out, one way or another. For now, we’ve just gotta do our best- are you okay, Megatron?”

The smack hurts, but does bring him out of that hole. “That was one of his good points, though- being able to see everyone as valuable and important- and being able to watch out for all of them? I think it’s pretty amazing.” That last part, though… “Come to think about it, how did it take so long for anyone to notice? I had no idea- and you didn’t know either?”

Megatron growls into his cube, unable to come up with an adequate rebuttal. His stubborn refusal to die was not only how he had gone on for so long, but it had given him a near-legendary status among Cybertronians. Showing weakness was not an option, but perhaps revealing the severity of his damage would reaffirm his tenacity in the minds of those who learned of it. The dark energon infection however, would still be down-played as much as possible.

Even through the encroaching haze of the high-grade, he tenses at the mention of the Allspark, not realizing that he’d been the one to bring it up. “It functions.” It was not a secret, but it wasn’t common knowledge either. The less citizens realized that their source of life was, at the moment, lost, the better. “However, at a critical point in the war, Optimus saw fit to keep it from me, lest I would damage or use it for my own purposes. He sealed it away and shot the container to coordinates only he knew. …That is why we must recover all notes from the Hall of Records. That is why, despite the planet’s revitalization, no new mechs or creatures have appeared.”

The empty cube breaks in his grip. Was he really holding it that tightly? “…Some sort of magic, no doubt. His upgrade disguised the fact that he was not Ori- Optimus. Not ours. I only found out only moments before our final battle! Comming him to call him out to fight only to have him beg me to stop, that he was not there and an impostor stood in his place.” This time, there is no fresh stab of pain. Instead, the same emptiness he’d felt that day threatened to flood his frame. He shook his helm to ward it off, preferring the agony of anger that didn’t come. “And now they are both gone, and tonight I’m going to dull my systems with this high-grade until submitting myself to medical treatment sounds like a good idea.”

ask-smokescreen:

Smokescreen’s perking up some- he actually did completely forget, but that’s still surprising, “You aren’t all repaired from that? But your medics are great! You’re going to them regularly, right?” He’s gonna try to keep his attention on how warm Megatron is, and keep his fans going until Megatron doesn’t seem to be burning up.

“It’s pretty unbelievable…” Smokescreen’s quiet for a while, just drinking his own fair share, “We do still have the planet, though. We gotta make the best of what we’ve got. Cybertron’ll be able to create life eventually, right? And it’ll slowly restore itself, too, once we sort stuff out.”

Smokescreen’s shaking his helm some at that- he can’t judge Optimus for that, when he’s had the same opportunities and helped Megatron instead.

“It’s weird- I got to know that different Optimus more than I ever got to know the “real” one, y’know? Real one probably wouldn’t have thought I was worth- worth-” He’s pointing to his chest awkwardly. It’s not like the matrix is in there, but that’s where it would’ve gone. “I don’t know if he ever would’ve felt that way- I didn’t even really get to see him before he must’ve left. Do you know why he even left?”

Megatron waves the concern away. “Soundwave has been monitoring my recovery, but it’s a unique injury. I am not about to start rumors that put my status into question.” Even if maybe it should be. He had to be the strong, unyielding leader they could look to, not fragile, not infected. 

Smokescreen’s hopeful words have the opposite effect on the warlord. He leans heavily on the table again, resting his helm in one hand. This time it isn’t out of necessity. “…with the Allspark…” he mumbles, mostly to himself.

He never gave much thought to the false Prime, apart from the fact that he had died in Optimus’ stead. Instead of ruminating on the stranger’s life, Megatron looks back up at Smokscreen and smacks him on the side of his helm. Not hard enough to do damage, but enough to jostle the soldier. “Stop that! That fool believes in everyone, it’s infuriating!” Past tense still hadn’t completely set in. “He left because he had the opportunity, and because he was able to be replaced. It was the only selfish decision he ever made, but he would never have done so if the other Prime had not been willing.”

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

Megatron stayed braced against the table, vents doing their work. How pathetic, to let himself fall into such a state in Smokescreen’s presence, to reveal such weakness! He could hold out a bit longer… Smokescreen will find that the only obvious issue seems to be his core burning hotter than his vents can handle. No unnecessary moving seems to be helping, though he refuses to lie down.

“I won’t collapse…” Probably. “…I mean that I fought Optimus for so long-! My only goal.. became ending him. I made… decisions based on that. Dreamed of final victory… But it didn’t matter anymore.” His arm unlocked, and Megatron sat more comfortably in his seat once he was confident he could hold himself upright easily.

“He had fled, I had won… I had Cybertron, he had a planet of his own and presented no threat. I didn’t need… or want to find him anymore. It was over.” Megatron’s fans clicked down a few cycles, beginning to even out. It still burned, but the high-grade was doing a good job of dulling everything.

“… But he was a worthy opponent. With determination and stubbornness to match my own. He was never a warrior at spark… but he deserved a death befitting one.”

His core’s just overheating? That’s. That’s pretty dramatic- “How’d this happen to you, anyway? You gotta take better care of yourself, Megs.” Maybe if he turns on his own fans, that’ll cool down Megatron slightly.

Smokescreen’s staying quiet, listening to Megatron, actually nodding some. Even if Megatron hadn’t really been thinking about him- something like that happening so suddenly’s a shock to him, too.

“I agree with you there- someone like him, going down with an Earthquake? It’s not right. Even if I never really got to know him- He should’ve been strong enough! After how much fighting, going toe to toe with you, a natural disaster gets him?”

“When did you realize he left? Was he that different than my Optimu- the Optimus that took his place?”

It wouldn’t seem as dramatic if Smokescreen could see the extent of his injury, but Megatron was not about to open his chest. “Have you really forgotten Bumblebee’s fatal strike?” he wondered aloud, thumb pointed at the center of his chest. Smokescreen’s fans turning on surprises him, but he doesn’t admonish the young mech this time. It does seem to be helping.

“An earthquake!” he spat, squeezing his optics shut. It hurt in a different way. “Millions of years of battle and look at the result…” High-grade was good at loosening lip plates. “A broken, defenseless planet with no spark, and not even the satisfaction of…”

Megatron trailed off, staring at the drained cube before him. “He could never have finished me… not with one hand still extended. He could have, but wasted every opportunity by hesitating.. lacked conviction..” It takes a moment for him to hear Smokescreen’s question, and it brings his attention back to the table. 

“I didn’t know until the attack. I commed Optimus, calling him to do battle with me in what was meant to be our last stand… but instead he begged me to stop! Telling me that the one I was facing was not him… and suddenly it made sense. His upgraded appearance was someone else entirely!”

ask-smokescreen:

A helm tilt- “So there’s more to it than that, right?” He’s inching closer to check for any obvious issues once Megatron’s against the table. If he doesn’t want any medics, then Smokescreen’s going to have to try to help on his own, sending a second ping, this time with false coordinates.

“Cannot know? They’re here to help, though. But if you won’t go, can you at least lie down so you don’t pass out and have to go?” To be honest, he’d feel a little bad for any medic that has to help Megs right now, anyway.

“… It isn’t, is it? None of it’s right- I feel like I never really got to know him, and now he’s gone, and- how could someone like him even go like that?”

Megatron stayed braced against the table, vents doing their work. How pathetic, to let himself fall into such a state in Smokescreen’s presence, to reveal such weakness! He could hold out a bit longer… Smokescreen will find that the only obvious issue seems to be his core burning hotter than his vents can handle. No unnecessary moving seems to be helping, though he refuses to lie down.

“I won’t collapse…” Probably. “…I mean that I fought Optimus for so long-! My only goal.. became ending him. I made… decisions based on that. Dreamed of final victory… But it didn’t matter anymore.” His arm unlocked, and Megatron sat more comfortably in his seat once he was confident he could hold himself upright easily.

“He had fled, I had won… I had Cybertron, he had a planet of his own and presented no threat. I didn’t need… or want to find him anymore. It was over.” Megatron’s fans clicked down a few cycles, beginning to even out. It still burned, but the high-grade was doing a good job of dulling everything.

“… But he was a worthy opponent. With determination and stubbornness to match my own. He was never a warrior at spark… but he deserved a death befitting one.”