ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Reaching over, Megatron hits the button for holographic display. Normally, this would display the 15 coordinates in three dimension, above the datapad. Instead, there were a series of 15 icons, each one unique in shape.

“When running the data through a projector, they turn into these.” He glaces sideways at Smokescreen. “Do you recognize any of them? At least one of them should be familiar to you.”

Smokescreen’s pausing- he can easily recognize one, and he steps up to grab the covenant, pulls it out turning it to a page on the Primes, and turning it so it faces Megatron. “See what I mean? Maybe they mean relics that belonged to those Primes? I don’t know what those other symbols are, though. You think they might be in here?”

Megatron stared at the open tome on the table, offered freely to him. The Covenant. Alpha Trion’s record of the entire history of their race and potentially the future… but it was not his future that he was interested in. Regardless of what lay at the end of that book, he refused to accept that the future was written, that his destiny was something that had been decided long ago. It was the past that couldn’t be changed, and some insight into all that had transpired may benefit him…

Not now. If Smokescreen was offering it to him now, he would do so again.

“…That is likely the case. The ones that appear to be on Cybertron include those of Prima, Alpha Trion, Alchemist, Liege Maximo, and Amalgamous. The two that are unaligned are both off-world, further confirming that the last…” He points to the final symbol, the entry submitted much later than the rest. The symbol is simply a cube. “Must be the Allspark. As for the rest, the Thirteen were each known to possess some ancient and powerful relic, which makes it easier to guess what lies at each… Although as we have already found the Forge and Covenant, that may not be the case.”

“The Allspark is our priority, but while we prepare, I need you to consult that book. Find out what the Primes would have wanted hidden from us.” From me, he thought.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Megatron sits on the couch while Smokescreen busies himself, activating his datapad and placing it on the table.

“The coordinates we found. I’ve uncovered something about them that you need to see.”

“Wait- wait, you did? What’d you find?” Smokescreen’s taking a seat, putting down his drink to take a glanceat the datapad.

Reaching over, Megatron hits the button for holographic display. Normally, this would display the 15 coordinates in three dimension, above the datapad. Instead, there were a series of 15 icons, each one unique in shape.

“When running the data through a projector, they turn into these.” He glaces sideways at Smokescreen. “Do you recognize any of them? At least one of them should be familiar to you.”

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

It’s exactly as he expected. The space feels like Smokescreen, eclectic and disorderly, but somehow inviting. It feels lived in, unlike most of his cold warship.

“If you like. Nothing too sweet for me. We have something to discuss.”

Smokescreen’s pausing, not having expected a discussion topic. He’s picking up the pace a bit, just grabbing the mid-grade and a couple of sweets- for himself, if Megatron really doesn’t want any.

“We do? What’s up, Megs?”

Megatron sits on the couch while Smokescreen busies himself, activating his datapad and placing it on the table.

“The coordinates we found. I’ve uncovered something about them that you need to see.”

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

@ask-smokescreen

He brings nothing but a datapad with a single file on it, waiting a few minutes out of courtesy. He can only imagine Smokescreen’s dread at having him over on such short notice. It brings a smile to his face as the bridge opens.

/Even with all his efforts, his place is still a mess, though there is a clean couch and table! As long as Megatron doesn’t go into his quarters or washracks, it’ll be fine. As Megatron arrives, Smokescreen’s waving him over./

Megs! It’s good to see you- I can go grab us some energon. You want an energon goodie, too?

It’s exactly as he expected. The space feels like Smokescreen, eclectic and disorderly, but somehow inviting. It feels lived in, unlike most of his cold warship.

“If you like. Nothing too sweet for me. We have something to discuss.”

@ask-smokescreen

He brings nothing but a datapad with a single file on it, waiting a few minutes out of courtesy. He can only imagine Smokescreen’s dread at having him over on such short notice. It brings a smile to his face as the bridge opens.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Perhaps. Though I would prefer nowhere public.

Nowhere public? I wasn’t planning on it, but nothing happened, right?

… Do you wanna have some at my place? Or yours?

…Yours. I have been confined too long.

Nothing new. I’ll meet you at your coordinates.