Lord Megatron, how have you been faring since your arrival to Polyhex? Have your new accommodations been to your liking?

starscreamthefirst:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

Starscream. Contact with him was now inevitable, although in this state, Megatron was understandably more hesitant than usual to initiate it. His resolve steels as soon as that all-too-familiar voice registers in his audials.

“As well as one would expect, Starscream. My accommodations matters little in the scope of what this reunion affords. Tell me- How did you all manage to escape and rebuild this facility?”

As rage slowly builds within the warlord, so too does fresh pain begin to blossom in his spark. For the moment, however, Megatron is hard-pressed to pay it any mind. Instead, he flashes a wicked grin, before laughing and shaking his helm.

“Ah, Starscream. In my absence, you seem to have remembered that you possess a spinal strut.” His smile becomes a snarl as the seeker is thrown to the floor by his pauldron, and pinned underneath a massive cloven pede.

“But I am the inextinguishable spark of the Decepticon cause, and you remain my officer. I will not tolerate insubordination, when we hold new hope of victory!”

There were many ways Starscream imagined how Megatron might have reacted, but laughter was not one of them. The Seeker is completely thrown off by it, and his confusion only grows by what his lord says to him.

Why that almost sounded like…a compliment. Did Starscream, for once, truly impress his master enough to receive some sort of praise for his defiance?

He’s so shocked and baffled by the prospect that he isn’t able to stop himself from falling to the ground to be so easily pinned by a massive pede. Well, this sure was more like what he had in mind. Ah, yes, this was such a very familiar position. Starscream grits his denta as the metal of his chassis is painfully pressed, but he does not allow himself to show much of his pain. He wills himself to respond with strained vocals. “You should know I would not wish to stand in the way of whatever victory you have planned, my lord.”

“Then why so confrontational? You and I share quite a history. You know by now how I respond to disrespect…” He grinds the heel of his pede into the grey metal. Not enough to dent it, but little sparks fly from the friction.

Lord Megatron, how have you been faring since your arrival to Polyhex? Have your new accommodations been to your liking?

starscreamthefirst:

mightymegatron:

Starscream. Contact with him was now inevitable, although in this state, Megatron was understandably more hesitant than usual to initiate it. His resolve steels as soon as that all-too-familiar voice registers in his audials.

“As well as one would expect, Starscream. My accommodations matters little in the scope of what this reunion affords. Tell me- How did you all manage to escape and rebuild this facility?”

Ah. He guessed correctly. That comment really struck a nerve with his lord. That must mean he was right. He couldn’t really bond with Soundwave. And clearly it bothered him greatly. A most interesting piece of knowledge to store away.

At the moment, his processor is currently screaming at him to back off, guard himself, submit, save himself from whatever horrid punishment the tyrant may be convinced to give should he choose to continue antagonizing him. Now it is finally starting to show in the way his digits flex, itching to defend himself, and the way his wings twitch and try to fold in on themselves. He is not so sure why he wants to resist these instincts to protect himself. Perhaps all of the anger he’s bitten down up to this point just has to be released tonight. So he meets the optics lighting his faceplate and lets a little more of it spill forth. “Why no, my lord, I am entirely certain as to who exactly I am speaking to.”

As rage slowly builds within the warlord, so too does fresh pain begin to blossom in his spark. For the moment, however, Megatron is hard-pressed to pay it any mind. Instead, he flashes a wicked grin, before laughing and shaking his helm.

“Ah, Starscream. In my absence, you seem to have remembered that you possess a spinal strut.” His smile becomes a snarl as the seeker is thrown to the floor by his pauldron, and pinned underneath a massive cloven pede.

“But I am the inextinguishable spark of the Decepticon cause, and you remain my officer. I will not tolerate insubordination, when we hold new hope of victory!”

A helm peeks into the room tentatively before the frame follows it and performs a salute. “My Lord, unit ST-3V3 reporting. You requested my presence?” Now what could this be about? He doesn’t THINK he’s made any major screw-ups lately, but that’s not going to diminish the fresh wave of anxiety at all.

st3v3-the-eradicon:

mightymegatron:

Megatron comes to stand before the lone vehicon, datapad in hand.

“Soldier. Am I correct in stating that you are the one that created and distributed this document?”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes even as his leader speaks. Convincing? Candidates? Intentions? Danger??? Gain???? He’s reeling by the time Lord Megatron finishes and awaits his reply. To start he tries to diffuse the most alarming perceived accusation.

“M-my Lord, please… I never meant any harm or disrespect! Sir I want nothing from you I… I didn’t write that to gain anything I would never try to usurp your leadership! I swear to you only a few mechs know I was Sigma and they’ve kept quiet about it!”

Primus he knew he never should have written that. And he should have been far more vocal about Sigma not trying to take Megatron’s place it was just a crazy rumor that had been perpetuated in a crazy situation. He didn’t want anything to do with leading in the first place.

Resisting the urge to openly cower, Steve continues, “You will always be my master, Sir, please, anything I have to do to show I’m loyal I’ll do it! Y-you can have the title if you want half of our ranks believed you were Sigma in the first place!”

Yes all the better. Steve wants nothing to do with it or whatever status it entailed. Good riddance. He just hoped that would get a target off of his back, because although he loved and respected the warlord in front of him…. he didn’t quite yet believe he wasn’t in danger

His immediate reaction is to grin. There was obvious sincerity to his words, something that Starscream nearly always lacked in his grovelling. But if the soldier was indeed sincere, then the absolute fear and panic in his optics was something that shouldn’t be there. Was he really so terrifying to those most loyal?

“Calm yourself. I do not wish to take credit for your actions. You performed admirably, and deserve to be rewarded.” Megatron circles around to Steve’s opposite side as he speaks. The predatory nature of this act is largely unintentional. “Although, you come highly recommended by my ever-loyal lieutenant. Forgive me if I find this suspicious in itself.”

Lord Megatron, how have you been faring since your arrival to Polyhex? Have your new accommodations been to your liking?

starscreamthefirst:

mightymegatron:

Starscream. Contact with him was now inevitable, although in this state, Megatron was understandably more hesitant than usual to initiate it. His resolve steels as soon as that all-too-familiar voice registers in his audials.

“As well as one would expect, Starscream. My accommodations matters little in the scope of what this reunion affords. Tell me- How did you all manage to escape and rebuild this facility?”

“Pah! I need you? How absolutely laughable to hear that coming from you. Considering how many times you have considered and even attempted to have me executed, the fact that you continue to let me live despite how little you trust me says quite a lot. After all, why would you not dispense with someone who’s every impulse has been thwart you, undermine you, overthrow you?” The Seeker advances on his lord now, recreating the exact words, and gestures in a perfect mimicry of Megatron the day they were connected through the Patch. By this point, he stands directly in front of him, tilting his helm upward to meet his leader’s optics. “You’ve said yourself that I am still of use to you, but I know what you really mean. For every bit as much as I may need you, you need me.” Starscream emphasizes these last words with a rough jab to Megatron’s chassis followed by a thumb pointed back at himself. Only then does he finally back off.

"Do not stand there and lie to me. I know how unlikely it is that you will ever promote me back. Soundwave will no doubt do something to persuade you from placing my authority over his again. Something, I imagine, that will involve the fact that you both now share a berth together…”

Megatron listens with increasingly narrow optics, a cold and dangerous sneer on his face as Starscream dares to touch him. This does not last, however, as the mention of Soundwave sets the icy lights into a fierce glare and his cannon charges of its own accord. His field roils around him, anger barely restrained.

"If you dare suggest that Soundwave is anything remotely comparable to a pleasure drone I will not let you live to regret it. You wish to know the reason for our closeness? Alright then. Soundwave is my conjunx endura. My promised. I will not tolerate anyone speaking of him in such a disrespectful manner, least of all you. And since you seem so desperate to know, my proposal came after the decision to restore his rightful position.”

Doctors.

asideofhighgloss:

“Here and there,” the medic replies.

He falls into step with Megatron, off to the side and just behind, and follows obediently. Something about the name Pharma tugs faintly, but noticeably, on his memory core, and he spends a moment or two struggling to place it. Finally, he chalks it up as nothing of overt importance. One of many unfamiliar names he’s encountered during his time in the multiverse.

At any rate, he’ll find out soon enough.

“Is there anything in particular I should be aware of before going in? Allergies, underlying conditions, words to avoid saying?”

Barely turning his helm, the warlord growls. “If anything, Ratchet is a name best avoided, considering that mad alternate of his is to blame. It seems that the multiverse has been the cause of more injury as of late than even our enemies.”

Overlord’s vessel is small, meant for transporting one, perhaps two large mechs comfortably for any extended duration. The prone medic lays on the only available berth, a veritable patchwork of hasty repairs and temporary welds. The bomb had damaged most of his left side and while his leg had been saved, the arm is almost entirely missing.

“I shall send for whatever supplies you may require, although, understandably, this facility is not as well-stocked as our ship was.”

thelibrarianpax:

The same goes towards you.

*The librarian’s armor bristled not with anger but with a certain amount of frustration over the current conversation. To Orion it appeared that they were playing that game where both were too hesitant to initiate. If allowed to continue, everything would go in circles.*

*Steeling himself then Orion clasped his servos behind his back and looked up assertively into the larger mech’s optics.* Why did you wish to log those comments?

*The larger mech blinks as he processes the question.*

Because I would never ask you such things and therefore these are reactions of yours that I would not see under normal circumstances. It is a glimpse at side of you that I am not allowed to view. It is interesting to see.

Lord Megatron, how have you been faring since your arrival to Polyhex? Have your new accommodations been to your liking?

starscreamthefirst:

mightymegatron:

Starscream. Contact with him was now inevitable, although in this state, Megatron was understandably more hesitant than usual to initiate it. His resolve steels as soon as that all-too-familiar voice registers in his audials.

“As well as one would expect, Starscream. My accommodations matters little in the scope of what this reunion affords. Tell me- How did you all manage to escape and rebuild this facility?”

Ah, y-yes, of course, ST-3V3. Well, it is as I said, my liege, I had to escape immediately to spare myself from an even greater defeat. Ste-ST-3V3 was one of the first prisoners of the Autobots to be allowed communication through his datapad, and so he was the only method I had of knowing their situation. According to a datafile he later released, he was one of the first to initiate a resistance within the Eradicons.

So you had no hand in their escape? How strange for you to admit to such a thing, Starscream. If this soldier is worthy of even your praise, then there must be something more…

What datafile?

xxxsoundwavexxx:

mighty-megatron:

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Still taking in the gravity of just what Soundwave had sacrificed, Megatron began to realize that this was familiar now. He remembered the quiet servant at Ratbat’s side… All of this had already occurred by the time he’d met Soundwave. Even when he first saw the azure mech his spark was already all but consumed by the darkness that was Unicron. And he’d had no idea. Never.

He really didn’t know Soundwave at all, did he?

“Is this what you meant to tell me? Or is there more? …Why have you kept this from me?”

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primesdontparty:

Optimus was struck silent, optics cycling wide in realization before his brow furrowed darkly above his face shield. He couldn’t argue with that rational. It was all in the wording of the deed.

“I have not broken truths nor twisted accounts as I would assume you had done. I spoke truth to your former self, and as you were then you knew my voice to be that of the truth,” he replied firmly, though a twinge of sadness couldn’t be kept from his tone. He had lost his closest friend… again.

He wasn’t wrong. Megatron had told him plenty of lies and half-truths to make the Nemesis more palatable for the woefully naive archivist. He let out a cruel laugh. “As I was then? I would have believed anything you had to tell me! Anything as long as it wasn’t thinking about the reality.” He charged his cannon again.

“And you. So desperate for reconciliation that you would have me broken down again to that state. Pathetic!"

With a quick turn of his torso, the ex-gladiator has the gun aimed at Optimus once more and fires a few shots out of pure spite.