::I'll make sure to keep anything stupid in the "moderately stupid", or "only slightly stupid range, then.:: His brief comment came right before he entered the room and the muffled moans and metal on metal sounds suddenly cut out.
Standing with the door right behind him, Megatron's optics narrowed, and rechecked the - of course non-schematics - map again, and the depth of the frame... Soundproof. Shifting his shoulders and then neck to stretch cables and pop the softer slats of his throat, Megatron whirled around and punched the wall beside the door, giving a short, frustrated bellow.
The noise had the distinct quality of being contained and at least that was a small gift; some actual privacy, insofar as he had any.
This was... going to be more frustrating than he thought. He felt... light, almost bare without his cannons, for one. He would be able to handle it, yes, but it took all his control not to initiate the subroutines that would attempt to work on undermining the code of the restraining program. It just wasn't a good idea to launch those immediately.
The room was surprisingly large, the berth on the opposite wall from the door, a desk off to the right, a half-shielded sitting area to the left. Eyeing the softly glowing crystals making up the partition to the seating area Megatron growled and once again punched the wall before stalking up to the berth and sitting down.
Trying to settle all the parts that were pulling in directions (one whispering about how familiar the situation outside was, and surely no one would mind; this was ruthlessly kicked down. Another once again re-evaluating the various strategic points to his... very restrained position, a third skipping between 'attempt to kill the Prime' and 'wait and see, it might be worth it as per this new data'.), as well as allowing time for the group outside to be done, Megatron was unaware how long he'd been sitting there when a particular comm. frequency lit up.
::... This is not the time nor the place.:: Megatron snapped, eyeing the door; there had been no mention of personal comm. calls being monitored, but he was not stupid. The voice that came over the comm. however, dry and methodical, wasn't what, or who, he expected it to be. At all.
In fact, he hadn't heard that particular voice since it had adressed him in the mining complex medbay after the accident that had, ultimately, led him onto the gladiator path.
::Override alpha three; activate sub-routine six-c-omega.:: The comm. went dead and the former gladiator snarled, jerking upright, and then stumbled to his feet as he remembered the actual reason he'd got the hacking subroutines installed; to protect from this, not as a precautionary measure.
Too late now.
"You're merely a tool now, and a spent one at that. I'll make you a weapon. We'll both have use of that."
no subject
Standing with the door right behind him, Megatron's optics narrowed, and rechecked the - of course non-schematics - map again, and the depth of the frame... Soundproof. Shifting his shoulders and then neck to stretch cables and pop the softer slats of his throat, Megatron whirled around and punched the wall beside the door, giving a short, frustrated bellow.
The noise had the distinct quality of being contained and at least that was a small gift; some actual privacy, insofar as he had any.
This was... going to be more frustrating than he thought. He felt... light, almost bare without his cannons, for one. He would be able to handle it, yes, but it took all his control not to initiate the subroutines that would attempt to work on undermining the code of the restraining program. It just wasn't a good idea to launch those immediately.
The room was surprisingly large, the berth on the opposite wall from the door, a desk off to the right, a half-shielded sitting area to the left. Eyeing the softly glowing crystals making up the partition to the seating area Megatron growled and once again punched the wall before stalking up to the berth and sitting down.
Trying to settle all the parts that were pulling in directions (one whispering about how familiar the situation outside was, and surely no one would mind; this was ruthlessly kicked down. Another once again re-evaluating the various strategic points to his... very restrained position, a third skipping between 'attempt to kill the Prime' and 'wait and see, it might be worth it as per this new data'.), as well as allowing time for the group outside to be done, Megatron was unaware how long he'd been sitting there when a particular comm. frequency lit up.
::... This is not the time nor the place.:: Megatron snapped, eyeing the door; there had been no mention of personal comm. calls being monitored, but he was not stupid. The voice that came over the comm. however, dry and methodical, wasn't what, or who, he expected it to be. At all.
In fact, he hadn't heard that particular voice since it had adressed him in the mining complex medbay after the accident that had, ultimately, led him onto the gladiator path.
::Override alpha three; activate sub-routine six-c-omega.:: The comm. went dead and the former gladiator snarled, jerking upright, and then stumbled to his feet as he remembered the actual reason he'd got the hacking subroutines installed; to protect from this, not as a precautionary measure.
Too late now.
"You're merely a tool now, and a spent one at that. I'll make you a weapon. We'll both have use of that."