typingblind:

mighty-megatron:

typingblind:

The sound of his thought-to-be-deceased leader’s voice startles him. Xander jumps, letting out a rather undignified squeak.

“… L-L-Lord M-Megatron…?”

“Calm yourself, soldier. I am no apparition.” For a moment he considers laying a hand on his shoulder, but decides against the gesture. It may only frighten the blind mech more. Instead he merely settles his weight evenly, folding his arms behind his back.

“My wounds were, indeed, extreme. I have been recovering in secret, away from those that would take advantage of my weakened state.” He let that sink in for a moment before continuing. “It would seem that some anonymous magic has brought you to this location- but you are fortunate. It will not be long now before we are departing for Cybertron.”

“C-Cybertron, sir? Wh-Where exactly… are we…?”

“A small outpost on the surface of Delphi. It does however possess a space bridge, which, tonight, we will use to return.”

typingblind:

The sound of his thought-to-be-deceased leader’s voice startles him. Xander jumps, letting out a rather undignified squeak.

“… L-L-Lord M-Megatron…?”

“Calm yourself, soldier. I am no apparition.” For a moment he considers laying a hand on his shoulder, but decides against the gesture. It may only frighten the blind mech more. Instead he merely settles his weight evenly, folding his arms behind his back.

“My wounds were, indeed, extreme. I have been recovering in secret, away from those that would take advantage of my weakened state.” He let that sink in for a moment before continuing. “It would seem that some anonymous magic has brought you to this location- but you are fortunate. It will not be long now before we are departing for Cybertron.”

typingblind:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

….

How-

Nevermind. Sparklings just seem to be magnetically pulled to me every so often. But you are quite lost, aren’t you? Vehicon… *He leans down to offer a clawed digit… is something wrong with its optics?*

At least we are returning to Cybertron soon.

Tell me little one. What is your designation- name?

He clicked it in rudimentary Cybertronian: he still hasn’t master the “x/z” sound.

Ah, I had a feeling.

*The recently blinded soldier. Recently is a rather loose term when you’ve seen millenia pass. Megatron slowly closes his servo around the young one and lifts him up to rest on his opposite forearm. The others should be informed of this.*

We shall return you… “home” shortly.

typingblind:

mightymegatron:

….

How-

Nevermind. Sparklings just seem to be magnetically pulled to me every so often. But you are quite lost, aren’t you? Vehicon… *He leans down to offer a clawed digit… is something wrong with its optics?*

At least we are returning to Cybertron soon.

The little one finds the claw, nudging it with his helm before giving a chirp.

*No doubt this is the result of some kind of anonymous magic. But was this sparkling real, or one of his soldiers?*

Tell me little one. What is your designation- name?

He growls in annoyance before realizing that he isn’t supposed to be talking to anyone… Slag.

…Wait. He had seen a soldier already. And Starscream… They already knew that he lived.  This was less than ideal, and he doesn’t wish to do any more damage.

The comm cuts out after a few moments.