Tag: asksmokescreen

*Approaches Unicron, sword drawn.* I will not allow you to corrupt this world or its people ever again! *Megatron is charging at you. What do you do?*

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

ask-smokescreen:

WAITWAIT

MEGS I’M NOT

UH

/Trying to sidestep- frag, he’s too big for this. Think fast- uh-!/

LEGATRON. BOOTYTRON. MEGABUTT. MEGABROWS

LISTEN.

He roars as he transforms and charges to hit the titan’s face- 

“What-!” Pulling up at the last minute, he turns midair into a dive, landing hard before the imposter. His cannon is charging.

“Explain yourself. Quickly.”

“Unicron” is taking another step back, crouching some so he can be closer to Megatron’s level,

“You know, Megs- I know you told me you’d give me sword lessons, but I wasn’t expecting this close!”

He’s really hoping Megatron is good at telling that he’s an impostor.

Megatron squints up at “Unicron”.

Then he leaps up, punching him hard  in the face.

*Approaches Unicron, sword drawn.* I will not allow you to corrupt this world or its people ever again! *Megatron is charging at you. What do you do?*

ask-smokescreen:

WAITWAIT

MEGS I’M NOT

UH

/Trying to sidestep- frag, he’s too big for this. Think fast- uh-!/

LEGATRON. BOOTYTRON. MEGABUTT. MEGABROWS

LISTEN.

He roars as he transforms and charges to hit the titan’s face- 

“What-!” Pulling up at the last minute, he turns midair into a dive, landing hard before the imposter. His cannon is charging.

“Explain yourself. Quickly.”

Megs- construction on the crystal gardens is pretty much done, and all that’s left to it is to wait for the crystals to grow, so can I maybe start other projects, too?

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

It will be a fine garden, and will provide a neutral area of rest for all.

As for another project, I feel that your talents may be better suited to the social rather than construction. A new ship arrives every week, with increasing frequency: refugees from the war, of all alliances. The Autobots, and even some neutral vessels have been less than receptive to my extended welcome- perhaps you would like to oversee first contact? Reassure them of their citizenship and rights on Cybertron and find them accommodations. We have temporary housing to spare until more buildings are completed, all throughout Iacon.

…

I think I could do that. It’d probably make a better atmosphere overall. No offense, Megs, but. You’re not exactly the best first sight on Cybertron!

Anything important I gotta know first, though?

Can I host social events for newcomers, too? I figure that’d probably help to kinda get bots mingling with other bots outside of whomever they’ve been with since the war. Plus, parties are pretty fun in general.

Heh. I am thoroughly aware. 

As for information, they must assent to a search to their vessel for dangerous items- any weapons above a B-class, and all bioweapons are to be immediately confiscated and destroyed. Nothing else will be touched. I would also ask that, in public areas, any integrated weapons are disabled. 

As for events, I would expect nothing less from you. Forming more positive relations across factions is the only way that we can prevent Cybertron from being torn apart again. Do you believe you can facilitate this?

Megs- construction on the crystal gardens is pretty much done, and all that’s left to it is to wait for the crystals to grow, so can I maybe start other projects, too?

It will be a fine garden, and will provide a neutral area of rest for all.

As for another project, I feel that your talents may be better suited to the social rather than construction. A new ship arrives every week, with increasing frequency: refugees from the war, of all alliances. The Autobots, and even some neutral vessels have been less than receptive to my extended welcome- perhaps you would like to oversee first contact? Reassure them of their citizenship and rights on Cybertron and find them accommodations. We have temporary housing to spare until more buildings are completed, all throughout Iacon.

You still seeing Optimus, Megs?

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

…Faintly. He appears to be leaving soon.

Is ‘dad’ meant to be a nickname for any mech larger than you? *The feeling at the back of his mind flickers in interest.*

He can hear you, but I doubt he has the energy to speak again.

Wait- Wait what frag no- forget I said that, Megs. I swear I meant Megs.

Aww- I wanted to ask- it’s all good.

/Going to wave in the direction he assumes Optimus is in, anyway./

You can’t take it back.

…You may still ask. I might be able to sense a response.

… Are you okay, Megs?

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

He has to look up at the wounded apparition now to see it glaring down at him.

“…Fine. Nothing is there.”

This time the apparition doesn’t stop. It walks through him, into him, and Megatron’s optics go white with the flux of freezing-cold energy. “What are you…!” The warlord grabs his helm, feeling a foreign mind alongside his own. He begins to panic and resist, remembering Unicron- but this mind is nothing like that. There is no pain, no wresting of control. Just a quiet request.

“…Indeed Smokescreen, but, with the hope that that day is not for a long while yet.”

Smokescreen’s watching Megatron- somewhat concerned. Was he really that mad over this? Is this some kinda weird dark energon thing??

There’s some relief when he talks again, even if he sounds completely wrong.

“Haha, yeah, I hope that’s not for a long time, that- Megs??”

That. That was not Megatron. But. Huh- so Optimus was there.

“… Optimus? Is that you?”

Megatron hesitated. He wasn’t anyone’s puppet. His will was ironclad, tested against the gods… but this wasn’t a battle. There was nothing to rail against, no torture or anger. Just a simple request, and a feeling.

“Smokescreen. Do not lament your choices. They are what have brought you here, to stand on a planet that for the first time in so long has potential. I am sorry that I have not been able to share that with all of you, but I am content now in the knowledge that Cybertron has been left in such capable hands- both yours, and Megatron’s.”

The glow faded from the warlord’s optics, and he shook his helm, plating clamped down tight against the chill. Optimus stood beside him once more. Megatron looked in confusion from him to Smokescreen. 

“…What did he say?”

… Are you okay, Megs?

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

He has to look up at the wounded apparition now to see it glaring down at him.

“…Fine. Nothing is there.”

Smokescreen gets what he wishes: an extremely annoyed Megatron. Though, it is more due to the gentle smile Optimus offers his cadet. 

“He isn’t real. He doesn’t understand you.” This earns another glare from the Prime and he begins to walk towards Megatron. He glares right back and waits for the incorporeal thing to do what it will.

“But it still feels good to talk to him- Optimus, I hope we can talk again someday. Maybe I’ll see you when I end up in the allspark, yeah?”

He’s completely eating up Megatron’s reaction, though, and he can’t see himself stopping.

This time the apparition doesn’t stop. It walks through him, into him, and Megatron’s optics go white with the flux of freezing-cold energy. “What are you…!” The warlord grabs his helm, feeling a foreign mind alongside his own. He begins to panic and resist, remembering Unicron- but this mind is nothing like that. There is no pain, no wresting of control. Just a quiet request.

“…Indeed Smokescreen, but, with the hope that that day is not for a long while yet.”