"Oh Primus, I hardly mean all that!" He almost laughed, shaking his head.
"They would only be infantry, or backup bombers, to protect Cybertronian lives. I certainly didn't mean to imply they would be...sent off to spark a full-on war. Especially before we were ready. That is foolishness."
Optimus could craft rebuttals against that sort of idiocy all day, but Megatron's sudden, serious question drove the fun out of the conversation faster than a prudish senator walking in on a 'consort party'.
"I don't know."
He could only shrug, staring straight at the other mech, fingers tapping on armor.
"It could be any number of reasons, but their reasons are unknown. Word of our old bluff might still be out there, but the most probable of reasons is that they are likely too busy subjugating their recently-gained territories to come after our world. At least until those areas become profitable for them, with resource-flow only increasing their empire's power. Then they will probably come for us."
Omega Lock? What Omega Lock. That wasn't something Optimus was going to bring up at all, not with Megatron or anyone outside his inner-most circle. He had no idea the mech even knew about it - which he shouldn't have. Even Optimus himself had only recently learned of it, and only after delving deep into the Matrix at his mentor's behest.
With the Lord Protector position empty for so long, most didn't even remember what had won the fight the last time the Quintessons had managed open invasion.
But the Prime did, now. And without a High Lord Protector, he could not count on any powers one could bring to the table. They'd have to fight on without him, if it came to that.
Of course, of course~
"They would only be infantry, or backup bombers, to protect Cybertronian lives. I certainly didn't mean to imply they would be...sent off to spark a full-on war. Especially before we were ready. That is foolishness."
Optimus could craft rebuttals against that sort of idiocy all day, but Megatron's sudden, serious question drove the fun out of the conversation faster than a prudish senator walking in on a 'consort party'.
"I don't know."
He could only shrug, staring straight at the other mech, fingers tapping on armor.
"It could be any number of reasons, but their reasons are unknown. Word of our old bluff might still be out there, but the most probable of reasons is that they are likely too busy subjugating their recently-gained territories to come after our world. At least until those areas become profitable for them, with resource-flow only increasing their empire's power. Then they will probably come for us."
Omega Lock? What Omega Lock. That wasn't something Optimus was going to bring up at all, not with Megatron or anyone outside his inner-most circle. He had no idea the mech even knew about it - which he shouldn't have. Even Optimus himself had only recently learned of it, and only after delving deep into the Matrix at his mentor's behest.
With the Lord Protector position empty for so long, most didn't even remember what had won the fight the last time the Quintessons had managed open invasion.
But the Prime did, now. And without a High Lord Protector, he could not count on any powers one could bring to the table. They'd have to fight on without him, if it came to that.