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MY LORD MEGATRON HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN! (he shouts over the commlink)

the-scrappy-stinger:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

::Lord Megatron is not- _bee, don’t_ ::

A blaster shot, followed by a growl.

::Lord Megatron is not available to speak at this time, we are indisposed.::

::Heh, I will, Bumblebee. I swear it. You’ve given me something to look forward to, for sure.::

I’ll save you candy, my lord! 

(That sound is the thump of an accusing finger against the commlink microphone.) AND YOU! Datastream if Lord Megatron shows up on my door hurt or hungry or angry you will have 9 feet of angry Autobot up you aft faster than you can lock the damn DOOR, am I understood?!

There is a stunned silence for a good few seconds before she replies.

::…I… Understood. Sir.::

MY LORD MEGATRON HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN! (he shouts over the commlink)

the-scrappy-stinger:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

::Lord Megatron is not- _bee, don’t_ ::

A blaster shot, followed by a growl.

::Lord Megatron is not available to speak at this time, we are indisposed.::

::Yes, it is incredibly rude. This little meeting could have been conducted in my office but you know how things are, don’t you?:: 

::I’ll see you tomorrow, Bumblebee. Barring any natural disasters.::

Tomorrow is All Saints Day! You’ll see me later today, won’t you, my lord? Please? 

::Heh, I will, Bumblebee. I swear it. You’ve given me something to look forward to, for sure.::

Hey- hey, how’re you doing? You need that cybonic plague cure yet? Where are you?

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

::…::

There is the sound of pedes hurrying back to the console.

::Negatron- NEGATIVE. Negative, Smokescreen, that won’- _ell him the truth cowa_ Won’t be necessary!. Thank you. I can handle things. I can.::

Smokescreen probably should have given more warning, but he drops his energon, and keeps his servos up, showing he means no harm.

“Huh- I think I can tell.” He’s keeping his servos up, looking over at Megatron, and to the eradicons strapped to the wall. “They don’t look too ill- why are they in cuffs?”

Another thought.

“It’s not cybonic plague, is it?”

Data’s optics flick nervously from the warlord looming over them to Smokescreen, not lowering her weapon.

“And if it isn’t? What would you do?”

MY LORD MEGATRON HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN! (he shouts over the commlink)

the-scrappy-stinger:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

::Lord Megatron is not- _bee, don’t_ ::

A blaster shot, followed by a growl.

::Lord Megatron is not available to speak at this time, we are indisposed.::

There is silence on the line again, but soon Megatron responds, with some sort of whirring in the background.

::Bumblebee. It is good to hear from you. Is it Halloween again already? I shall be sure to visit tomorrow at some point, I should be done being HELD AGAINS-:: A very loud pop on the other end.

::…Held up. I should no longer be held up by then.::

(Bee worries at his knuckle and tries to think like Kirk.) 

Is Datastream holding you “up”? It’s rude of them to take up your time when you’re supposed to be at work. 

::Yes, it is incredibly rude. This little meeting could have been conducted in my office but you know how things are, don’t you?:: 

::I’ll see you tomorrow, Bumblebee. Barring any natural disasters.::

Hey- hey, how’re you doing? You need that cybonic plague cure yet? Where are you?

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

::…::

There is the sound of pedes hurrying back to the console.

::Negatron- NEGATIVE. Negative, Smokescreen, that won’- _ell him the truth cowa_ Won’t be necessary!. Thank you. I can handle things. I can.::

::That’s fine- I’ll be on my way if you send me your coordinates-!::

Smokescreen’s genuinely surprised the coordinates actually came- so backup is needed, right?

It doesn’t take too long for him to grab a bridge to the coordinates, bringing along some med-grade.

::No I won’t be sending any-::

There is a very startled gasp on her end of the comm line as a bridge opens up in the bay of the shuttle. Smokescreen will find a blaster leveled at him, with an annoyed-looking Megatron strapped to the wall and three eradicons lined up against another wall, in stasis cuffs.

“It’s… It’s been a weird day.”

MY LORD MEGATRON HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN! (he shouts over the commlink)

the-scrappy-stinger:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

::Lord Megatron is not- _bee, don’t_ ::

A blaster shot, followed by a growl.

::Lord Megatron is not available to speak at this time, we are indisposed.::

There is silence on the line for a few moments, broken eventually by something spoken in a low voice, presumably by Megatron.

::I know that! … This is Captain D-Datastream reporting. Who is this?::

This is Bumblebee! Where’s Lord Megatron? This is his comm frequency and it’s midnight-fuckin-twenty-two Halloween night and you are keeping me from enjoying the revelry! Put him on the damn line!

There is silence on the line again, but soon Megatron responds, with some sort of whirring in the background.

::Bumblebee. It is good to hear from you. Is it Halloween again already? I shall be sure to visit tomorrow at some point, I should be done being HELD AGAINS-:: A very loud pop on the other end.

::…Held up. I should no longer be held up by then.::

Hey- hey, how’re you doing? You need that cybonic plague cure yet? Where are you?

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

::…::

There is the sound of pedes hurrying back to the console.

::Negatron- NEGATIVE. Negative, Smokescreen, that won’- _ell him the truth cowa_ Won’t be necessary!. Thank you. I can handle things. I can.::

::No, it was not, we are not in need of aid and- STAY THERE, DON’T YOU DARE MOVE.::

::Uhhh- um. What did- okay, what’s going on there?::

He’s gonna ping for coordinates.

::Slag… Sorry I… I didn’t mean to yell. I just need to… need to figure things out.::

She doesn’t notice the ping, and so cannot override the ship’s automatic transmission of the coordinates.

MY LORD MEGATRON HAPPY HALLOWEEEEEN! (he shouts over the commlink)

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

::Lord Megatron is not- _bee, don’t_ ::

A blaster shot, followed by a growl.

::Lord Megatron is not available to speak at this time, we are indisposed.::

What was that?!

(Bee shouts into the comm link.) What the hell was that?! Who’s on this number?! 

There is silence on the line for a few moments, broken eventually by something spoken in a low voice, presumably by Megatron.

::I know that! … This is Captain D-Datastream reporting. Who is this?::