Tag: status

A wakeful state is brought about in stages. Nerve clusters re-learn to fire in the correct order and a gentle breeze is felt. As his optics recalibrate and flicker online, Megatron finds his red filters have been replaced. With a growl of irritation, he blearily finds the command to slide them away. His chronometer says he’s been in stasis for two weeks, earning another irritated groan.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to put me under, Singer…” The vehicon’s voice replies from behind him as he starts to sit up. Everything is at its proper height again, at last.

“My Lord, I would never do so without your permission! But the sedative code took to your neural net very fast, I’m not surprised you don’t remember what happened right away- b-but you should recover from that soon too! Nothing to be concerned about…” At this point, the medic shrank into himself. “Do you… remember what we discussed about Soundwave, sir?” Megatron’s helm whipped over to where Soundwave had been laying, only to find an empty medical berth. Singer ran to stand in his Lord’s view, hands raised in defense.

“He’s still alive still alive, only moved! He’s in your room, still being monitored, but… sir, please take some time before you go. Let yourself remember and then… then consider your choice.” Megatron glared at him, frustrated both at the medic’s maddening indirectness and at his own spotty memory. 

Sensing the static fury building in the air, Singer bowed his helm and stepped out of sight again, returning to his station to give his Lord some time to cool off. 

((Sorry for the absence, summer season at work and planning for my wedding all caught up to me really fast- I’m going to be moving out! Huzzah! We have a place signed for and an official date next month and everything and that means I have to actually pack/sell/give away my lots-of-stuff. 

I will be more active on here again, consarnit! Hopefully with the season winding down at my store I’ll have more energy again. I’m not leaving or even hiatusing, I’m just tryin’ my best; I miss the shenanigans and I love you all!

Megatron resuming in 3- 2- ))

The Sea of Rust shudders, red dust erupting into the air. Far below, an abscess has formed in Cybertron’s crust. A cavernous geode glows from within, lined entirely with dark energon and at it’s center. Megatron, or the twisted form of what once was Megatron, holds his clenched fist out in front of him, facing the room as he concentrates. As his servo opens, it shakes with force, receding the crystals into the walls of the cavern, leaving the entire space jagged and tainted with violet.

“Fester with my rot before you meet your end.”

“How can a moment last forever? How can a story never die…”

Censere hums the rest quietly to himself as he works, tinkering with a few petals. He’s gotten behind in his work, but he still has time. He looks up from the fragile creation, out the window to where Bee rests amid the flowers, where Smokescreen watches the stars. They look so comfortable, nestled in among the warm echos of memory. The planet has been quiet for millenia, he’s grown used to being the only one filling the silence… but he’s going to miss these two when they find their way home.