The idea had merit, and obviously anything getting to the drones or the factories by... ah, "accident" wouldn't take them all out, which meant that there would be drones to use for such an end.
The issue, however...
"It certainly would, but getting those who own the drones to agree to such a use, when we're not under attack?" He shook his helm, basically mirroring Optimus' earlier motion by rubbing his own chin.
This might be for "entertainment", but he was already enough of a strategist to actually consider this seriously, how it could be done, if at all.
"And with the lack of, as you said, a full production and economy, arms and normal warriors and planetary defense, requisitioning the drones for a pre-emptive strike wouldn't just be a foolish empty gesture of defiance, but could doom us, as we don't have the regular forces to back up a suicide drone attack." Frowning down at the floor, Megatron had his arms crossed over his chestplates again, fingers drumming against one arm.
He was getting invested in this, and that wasn't any good. Why was the Prime entertaining this, as if his word had weight? Beside that, he and the mech he counted as his right hand had considered the merits of hijacking the drones for just such an attack... Not immediately, Megatron was well aware they were lacking the infrastructure currently for a proper war...
Wait.
"Why haven't the Quintessons attacked yet, considering how things are?" Helm snapping up to stare narrowly at the Prime, Megatron wondered if he'd miscalculated something somewhere. "I don't think unsubstantiated rumours of a planet-wide weapon as a defense against invaders would keep something like the Quintessons away, if they knew about our current state."
And how couldn't they?
He and Soundwave had both dug around somewhat for this... Omega Lock, which had supposedly been key at other invasions, but they'd found nothing... substansive. Which frustrated Megatron greatly.
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ALL IN THE SERVICE OF CYBERTRON, OF COURSE
Date: 2012-05-29 10:24 am (UTC)The issue, however...
"It certainly would, but getting those who own the drones to agree to such a use, when we're not under attack?" He shook his helm, basically mirroring Optimus' earlier motion by rubbing his own chin.
This might be for "entertainment", but he was already enough of a strategist to actually consider this seriously, how it could be done, if at all.
"And with the lack of, as you said, a full production and economy, arms and normal warriors and planetary defense, requisitioning the drones for a pre-emptive strike wouldn't just be a foolish empty gesture of defiance, but could doom us, as we don't have the regular forces to back up a suicide drone attack." Frowning down at the floor, Megatron had his arms crossed over his chestplates again, fingers drumming against one arm.
He was getting invested in this, and that wasn't any good. Why was the Prime entertaining this, as if his word had weight? Beside that, he and the mech he counted as his right hand had considered the merits of hijacking the drones for just such an attack... Not immediately, Megatron was well aware they were lacking the infrastructure currently for a proper war...
Wait.
"Why haven't the Quintessons attacked yet, considering how things are?" Helm snapping up to stare narrowly at the Prime, Megatron wondered if he'd miscalculated something somewhere. "I don't think unsubstantiated rumours of a planet-wide weapon as a defense against invaders would keep something like the Quintessons away, if they knew about our current state."
And how couldn't they?
He and Soundwave had both dug around somewhat for this... Omega Lock, which had supposedly been key at other invasions, but they'd found nothing... substansive. Which frustrated Megatron greatly.