Confront Starscream and continue speaking to Soundwave, interrogate the soldier, accompany Knockout to Pharma, continue writing announcement speech. Ensure that is is appropriately worded. Make a call. Get some rest. Replace optic filters. Lay out details of plan.
Tag: highglossfinish
mighty-megatron said: ::It would seem that my medic is in need of one himself. Surely you can appreciate the notion that we should not be left without a doctor for long.::
Very true. Just what exactly is the matter with him?
A run in with an insane mech and his grenade.
Why do you presume it to be one or the other? Am I not capable of appreciating both? Then too, your light threatening of the Faceless One…this too is its own small brilliance.
I suppose so. *A hearty laugh.*
Ah, you saw that? Well… I long for the day when I can tear into that incorporeal body of his, if only for the thrill of anticipation. I have no quarrel with him, but how can I resist such an un-acquirable target? I would not kill him, but surely you can understand that desire.
Hail, Bellator. A most welcome presence, to be sure.
I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here, Lychnus. These mortals do so appreciate their beauty…
Tell me, does my battlefield please your aesthetic eye or am I the only beholder of such brilliance?
((Sorry if this is out of the blue. This is from back when Megs was turned into Fluttershy for a day. I hit my audio post limit that day and this was the last one I recorded for that and I never got around to it. Here you are, to break up the seriousness.))
mighty-megatron said: Bumblebee alone. Respond.
WE ARE HIM
We Are All Bumblebee
LOVE US
let us-
hgagh-
too
much
(Bee slumps in Megatron’s grip.)
*After a few moments, Megatron releases his grip, letting the minibot lay in his palm. He would need a few repairs, but at least that thing seemed to have gone. Calmly, he contacts a medic that is not his own.*
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Knockout scrambled to stabilize him but not even the warlord could survive such damage to the spark chamber. He was fading, optics flickering as he struggled to keep himself online, despite the shrinking of his spark.
“Heh… If you… fix this I’ll make you first lieutenant… if you don’t…”
He’s too spent to finish the rest of the threat.
No Repercussions: You remind me of what our universe’s Megatron once was. As the possibility of dying for our cause seems ever more likely, I often wish we *were* serving under you. At least then it wouldn’t be in vain.
*He often wishes the same of you and your “family”.*
Megatron's back up 