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Tag: noireneutral
And how might you be, my dear? It’s been a while.
::I am not your dear, Noire. Do you have some business with me?::
::No~ Just checking up on you. I missed our talks. Don’t you?::
::Not particularly. And a neutral has need to check up on the leader of the Decepticons?::
And how might you be, my dear? It’s been a while.
::I am not your dear, Noire. Do you have some business with me?::
Many planets were seeded with energon early on, and Earth- before it came to be called as such, became one of our largest stockpiles. Predacon clones were sent to guard it, but much is lost in war, and when the last one’s signal faded, the planet and its location were largely forgotten.
That is, until the Autobots rediscovered it, and sent out a message relaying their coordinates. So really, you have Optimus Prime to thank for leading my forces back to this heavily populated world.
“Welcome back~”
Apparently so.
“Your underlings suck at their jobs.”
So I am constantly made aware.
No. You may not take any of our fuel unless you learn some manners and a Decepticon sigil is branded to your frame. How did you even get this frequency?
So is there a chance that you might let me have some energon? I’m running low and you ‘cons have quite the surplus~ *fat chance but noire thought she’d ask*
You’re that insolent neutral, aren’t you? I had you executed!
((Or at least that’s what he was told. He doesn’t remember your encounter with his Shattered self.))
Megatron’s optic ridges came together in serious thought. She was right, of course. The Megatron of this universe would return, and he couldn’t stop it… Her chances of surviving the encounter were slim to none. Getting the femme off the ship was indeed the wisest choice. “I will escort you, then. Let the others believe that your execution will be private.” Not far from the energon storage, Megatron subspaces a few cubes, enough for the ship to get far enough to locate more fuel.
“Where is your ship?”
Noire’s optics widened in surprise. “its not far.” she rattled off the coordinates to her ship. She was still baffled by the kindness she was being shown. She studied the warlord, still finding it hard to believe such kindness was possible from an incarnation of megatron.
Taking note of the coordinates, the Shattered leader calls Soundwave, requesting a ground bridge. <<I wish to view the wreckage myself.>> was his reasoning, which the spy took without question. Once a green portal opens before then, he turns back to offer a servo to Noire. “Quickly.”
Noire frowned. His offer was tempting. “What happens when you go though? I’m absolutely certain when your alternate returns he wont be pleased to know his resources and manpower have gone to help a mouthy neutral.” She smirked. “I don’t want to put you in that situation, if they figure out you’re not their Megatron…” She frowned. “I need to leave the ship. Should something happen and you leave, if I’m still on the Nemesis the next time you come back I may have joined the Allspark.”
Megatron’s optic ridges came together in serious thought. She was right, of course. The Megatron of this universe would return, and he couldn’t stop it… Her chances of surviving the encounter were slim to none. Getting the femme off the ship was indeed the wisest choice. “I will escort you, then. Let the others believe that your execution will be private.” Not far from the energon storage, Megatron subspaces a few cubes, enough for the ship to get far enough to locate more fuel.
“Where is your ship?”
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