He probably should have, at that. But he'd never considered having anything to do with the idiosyncracies of the Prime station at all. Depending on how other things were changed, that could too as a chain-effect, but otherwise, in general? The Primacy Harem wasn't usually a place of keeping those who didn't want to be there, so why bother? Not all traditions or institutions were wrong and why destroy what wasn't broken?
He stared back silently and had he had enough room to move, he'd have straightened up and squared his shoulders, making him appear... that much more larger than the Prime. He did notice as they walked, however, that besides being of a height, he was a fair bit more massive. Only to be expected, really, considering their disparate origins.
The closer they got to the medbay that was their destination, the more... Well, he couldn't say he regretted it; dead he could do nothing, but how long would it take to rewrite or disable the coding? He didn't know.
"... What will this affect? Besides being unable to harm you, of course." Megatron frowned, aiming his stare at the back of the Prime's helm, his voice pitching deeper with his displeasure. He wanted to know, before anything was done. Not that it, technically, mattered since it would happen either way.
But if things were to be altered, he'd know before the medic put so much as a hand on him.
Further, how he'd even ended up here, he wasn't sure. It shouldn't even have happened. The attack had been meticulously planned, and had been going as it should. Everything had happened as planned, except for this.
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Date: 2012-03-21 12:35 am (UTC)He stared back silently and had he had enough room to move, he'd have straightened up and squared his shoulders, making him appear... that much more larger than the Prime. He did notice as they walked, however, that besides being of a height, he was a fair bit more massive. Only to be expected, really, considering their disparate origins.
The closer they got to the medbay that was their destination, the more... Well, he couldn't say he regretted it; dead he could do nothing, but how long would it take to rewrite or disable the coding? He didn't know.
"... What will this affect? Besides being unable to harm you, of course." Megatron frowned, aiming his stare at the back of the Prime's helm, his voice pitching deeper with his displeasure. He wanted to know, before anything was done. Not that it, technically, mattered since it would happen either way.
But if things were to be altered, he'd know before the medic put so much as a hand on him.
Further, how he'd even ended up here, he wasn't sure. It shouldn't even have happened. The attack had been meticulously planned, and had been going as it should. Everything had happened as planned, except for this.
What was he missing?