No. You were attacked and I arrived too late to prevent it, whether it was “consensual” or not. Your recovery and protection is my duty.
Tag: asksmokescreen
Megatron watches him mark the locations in silence. Most of them were intuitive based on the building’s design, but it was helpful to know where Alpha Trion spent most of his time. If Optimus had ever recorded the coordinates of the Allspark, it would be within his mentor’s library.
“Nothing specific, but we cannot rebuild a society without a foundation. Recovering all possible data will help preserve the history and culture of Cybertron, and give us the knowledge to train new mechs for the professions they wish to pursue.” It wasn’t technically a lie, but unless their search revealed no evidence of the Allspark’s location, Smokescreen didn’t need to know quite how fragged they were.
Once he marks the different locations, he might try to read on in the document, curious about what else is in here. ::That’s true! You know- I might have some stuff in my subspace? I haven’t cleaned it in a long time, and there probably isn’t much, but every bit helps, right? Maybe I should try to write down everything I know while I’m getting better…::
Smokescreen didn’t pick up on the lie at all, but also figured Megatron was looking for something else anyway, ::I also don’t think there were any relics that Alphs didn’t send, but it couldn’t hurt to look- make sure a spark extractor doesn’t end up in some sparkling’s servos.::
There isn’t much sensitive information on this one, it seems to be a large collection of aerial maps of the planet, presumably taken by Laserbeak. There are markings and areas where you can zoom in to see larger maps of current settlements and mines, as well as a few red dots in Kaon that are otherwise unlabeled.
“You’re telling me that you stole from the Hall and may have sensitive information buried in your subspace?” He should really be more surprised. He waves away the comment about the spark extractor. “There was only ever one of those created. It was confiscated from us before we could use it, and lost until your team uncovered its canister. If there are anymore dangerous relics to be found, they were not recorded in the codes we deciphered.” Although, it was entirely possible that the old mech didn’t send everything to Earth.
Megatron blinked, staring at the stolen datapad. “I believed that you were attempting to escape boredom. I doubt that you would enjoy reading mining reports and shift reforms. However…” He takes one of the pads from the bottom of the pile, flipping through to the page he was looking for. It’s an aerial map of the Iacon Hall of Records.
“We are about to begin excavation and recovery of all possible files of the Hall. It has been too long since I visited, and we could use some input on where to begin.”
Smokescreen gives a curious look, before giving the stolen datapad back. ::Yeah, no, I was trying to escape boredom.:: The mention of the Hall of Records does make him perk up some, reaching for the datapad.
::That’s all? That’s pretty easy! Just give me a moment-:: Once he gets himself oriented to the map, he’s starting to circle different locations.
::I’m guessing what you’ll want to find first is around this center area- Alpha Trion usually was around there, and when he pulled out some of the more interesting things, it was from around there. Over here has different historical datapads- you’re in a couple of them from back when you were Megatronus! Uh, I remember some pretty interesting stuff around here, and- it sort of followed that pattern for most of the areas.:: He’s finishing off circling different areas, which basically covers where everything to be found should be.
The locations are still pretty fresh in his mind, since it hasn’t even been a stellar cycle since it happened for Smokescreen. ::Wait, what’re you looking for in particular, anyway?::
Megatron watches him mark the locations in silence. Most of them were intuitive based on the building’s design, but it was helpful to know where Alpha Trion spent most of his time. If Optimus had ever recorded the coordinates of the Allspark, it would be within his mentor’s library.
“Nothing specific, but we cannot rebuild a society without a foundation. Recovering all possible data will help preserve the history and culture of Cybertron, and give us the knowledge to train new mechs for the professions they wish to pursue.” It wasn’t technically a lie, but unless their search revealed no evidence of the Allspark’s location, Smokescreen didn’t need to know quite how fragged they were.
“I am. I’ve brought things to work on, do not think that this is purely a leisurely visit.” He nevertheless sits at an unoccupied chair and sets down the stack, picking up the top one to begin looking over. A sideways glance marks all of the weldmarks edging over from his back, silver and healing before new paint can be applied. “What are you watching?”
::Nothing yet- not that much fun to watch stuff alone, you know? So I’m just reading stuff here.:: He’s taking a look at the stack Megatron set down- he probably should ask before picking one up, but he’s too curious, and is taking a look at the datapad on top. ::You need any help with those? Extra help can’t hurt, right?::
Megatron blinked, staring at the stolen datapad. “I believed that you were attempting to escape boredom. I doubt that you would enjoy reading mining reports and shift reforms. However…” He takes one of the pads from the bottom of the pile, flipping through to the page he was looking for. It’s an aerial map of the Iacon Hall of Records.
“We are about to begin excavation and recovery of all possible files of the Hall. It has been too long since I visited, and we could use some input on where to begin.”
“… Fine,” he said to no one in particular, gathering up a few datapads and heading down to the medbay. He tells himself that it’s just to keep Smokescreen from drinking high-grade in his condition.
Luckily, he hasn’t gotten his hands on high grade or tried to move around (yet), and he’s just looking through the datanet right now- he won’t be able to hide his smile when he sees Megatron, though, waving at the other. Smokescreen figures he’s just that lonely.
“I thought you were too busy, Megs!”
“I am. I’ve brought things to work on, do not think that this is purely a leisurely visit.” He nevertheless sits at an unoccupied chair and sets down the stack, picking up the top one to begin looking over. A sideways glance marks all of the weldmarks edging over from his back, silver and healing before new paint can be applied. “What are you watching?”
“… Fine,” he said to no one in particular, gathering up a few datapads and heading down to the medbay. He tells himself that it’s just to keep Smokescreen from drinking high-grade in his condition.
::Hey, Megs- would you be up for watching a movie or something while I’m stuck in the med-bay?::
::I am a busy mech, Smokescreen. I cannot help it if you are bored.::
Accidental Jedi
Young cadets learn quickly. The flaw now is not that that he can see the move coming. In fact, Megatron has to quickly change his stance in order to parry the saber. However, his arm is a poor choice of target, given their current weapons and relative heights. The strike barely misses the mark and connects with his blade instead, leaving a light scorch mark on his armor as they grind and glow together.
“More like that! If you had feigned for my arm to hit my leg, you may have actually hit something. As it stands…” The larger warrior put his full weight behind their locked blades and pushed against the saber, letting Smokescreen feel his strength. “Now you find yourself stuck in a physical grapple with one who is much larger and stronger than you. If you don’t get out of this soon, you’ll be on the ground.”
“Dang, thought I could disarm you that way!” Arms make bad targets, he learned that pretty fast. Megatron’s a pretty good teacher, he’s gotta be honest. Smokescreen’s even proud of the marks he gave to Megatron, here, even if it’s not really anything.
Whoa, Smokescreen’s backing up some when Megatron’s using his full strength there. He’s not kidding about the stronger part. Larger and stronger, though? The stronger part’s really bad, but the larger part…
“What’s wrong with being on the ground?” Smokescreen’s going to duck some, taking advantage of how slow he thinks Megatron would be if the other bot had to duck down to get back into a grapple, grinning if this manages to work.
This actually does take the warlord by surprise, not because it’s a technique he hasn’t faced before, but because he hadn’t expected it of Smokescreen. Ducking down to get out of reach of a larger opponent is an excellent strategy, even (perish the thought) clever. Megatron is not as slow as one might expect for a mech of his size, but rather than lowering himself to follow Smokescreen, he takes a few quick steps back and puts his blade between the speedster and his legs.
“Fair enough.” That was the closest he would get to complementing the maneuver, but it was clear that Megatron was pleased. It had been so long since he’d sparred with anyone so new to a technique, yet he was picking it up so quickly. Megatron flicked his blade upwards, attempting to catch it against Smokescreen’s saber to destabilize his stance. If his smirk is anything to go by, the old mech might even seem to be enjoying himself.
Smokescreen failed to complete his last check in, or respond to his comms. Megatron immediately sets his technical staff (Soundwave) to the task of tracking his most recent ping and checking it against the coordinates that the former cadet gave him.
Even though Smokescreen can comm still by sheer luck, the fact that he can’t move for himself makes doing much else besides wait for Megatron a little difficult. And since he did say he’d come if he didn’t comm…
Here he’ll wait, in this version of the Nemesis’ brigs, back completely clawed open to the point of internal components becoming visible, some of them eroded with acid, different bits having been torn out. Looks like the “favor” didn’t go so well.
Smokescreen’s been listening for the larger pair of footsteps, though he’s still a little surprised that Megatron actually came to help him. Getting lifted didn’t even bother him too much. Not feeling the normally stinging sensation of exposed components against metal helped!
::Got the phase shifter, though. And that’s the important part.:: The phase shifter was indeed attached to him, though he couldn’t exactly use it right now. Mostly, he was trying to distract himself by talking.
::How bad does it look? I was getting all these error messages- and I can’t really move? … Did she break more than we agreed to?::
Megatron’s not going to mention how bad it looks, not when Smokescreen’s spinal strut is hanging by a few wires. “You agreed to this… Smokescreen. She could have killed you and taken the phase shifter. You could have asked for aid and found a way out of this!” He continued scolding the injured mech even as he walked to the edge of his ground bridge portal, but something made him stop.
Because Smokescreen had agreed to this, he could not arrest or execute Airachnid. Still, he addressed the darkness, sure that she’d hear him one way or another. “This is unacceptable, and I will not allow your treatment of my citizens to descend into such carnage again! If you must satisfy your sick urges, then seek them elsewhere, or you and I will quickly become far more acquainted than you should ever hope to be.” Optics burning, Megatron carried Smokescreen the rest of the way through, and straight to the medbay.
Smokescreen failed to complete his last check in, or respond to his comms. Megatron immediately sets his technical staff (Soundwave) to the task of tracking his most recent ping and checking it against the coordinates that the former cadet gave him.
Even though Smokescreen can comm still by sheer luck, the fact that he can’t move for himself makes doing much else besides wait for Megatron a little difficult. And since he did say he’d come if he didn’t comm…
Here he’ll wait, in this version of the Nemesis’ brigs, back completely clawed open to the point of internal components becoming visible, some of them eroded with acid, different bits having been torn out. Looks like the “favor” didn’t go so well.
The coordinates were correct. Megatron didn’t waste a moment in setting up a bridge, across dimensions and in the eerily familiar, yet viscerally not halls of another Nemesis. This was the lower level, which housed the brigs.
The warlord was not surprised by the sight that greeted him, as horrific and bloody as it was. What did surprise him, in a way that hastened his movements, was that energon was still steadily dripping from those wounds. He was alive. Whether or not he was conscious was another matter. Megatron heaved Smokescreen easily off the floor, his shredded back smearing bright blue streaks across silver armor. Hardly the first time.
The warlord picked up the largest in-tact bit of plating he could see and took it with, knowing that his medics could replace the rest. “You are a fool,” he said to the limp ex-cadet, whether he could respond or not.
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