Ah, so they had, indeed, done their jobs. And... surprisingly well, too, Megatron had to admit. Catching the datapad, he flicked through it while Optimus verbally recounted some of the earlier facts.
Facts - or rather, lack of them - that had him pausing, frowning down at the glowing screen, other hand drumming his fingers against a thigh.
"Three? While you're correct about not seeing more than a fraction, since that's standard procedure for the overseers unless they're of a particularly... concentious sort, there ought to be four." Thoughroughly confused, he looked up from the datapad into Optimus' optics, gesturing towards a mine-site which was now visible as the transport and its escort continued to lower itself downwards.
"There was nothing 'unknown' or even strange about the cave-in that injured me enough I got discharged," he smirked, grimly, as he spoke, confusing solidifying into suspicion. "Usually, a spark-eater attack is simply logged as 'mine failure', or 'cave-in unknown'... ah, I see they used that here..." Trailing off as he continued to read the earlier things, his engine growled faintly as he continued to drum away against his thigh.
"... I shouldn't have been repaired, though. I was injured enough no one would have cared." He looked up again, expression flat. "If the reformat was illegal, I have no idea. I know it was against my wishes - seeing as I was in stasis, or kept so, the whole time - and I assume the shell program was put in at this time."
Megatron paused, considering Optimus and... whereas he wouldn't have said it even a few days earlier, with their discussion on the balcony at the State Gardens...
"I thought it was a government experiment, really. But perhaps it's someone more... privately enterprising." He cocked his helm, lips turned into a sneer. "Seeing as there were subroutines to have me attacking the Prime." With a shrug, he tossed the datapad back to Optimus.
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Date: 2012-06-14 07:37 pm (UTC)Facts - or rather, lack of them - that had him pausing, frowning down at the glowing screen, other hand drumming his fingers against a thigh.
"Three? While you're correct about not seeing more than a fraction, since that's standard procedure for the overseers unless they're of a particularly... concentious sort, there ought to be four." Thoughroughly confused, he looked up from the datapad into Optimus' optics, gesturing towards a mine-site which was now visible as the transport and its escort continued to lower itself downwards.
"There was nothing 'unknown' or even strange about the cave-in that injured me enough I got discharged," he smirked, grimly, as he spoke, confusing solidifying into suspicion. "Usually, a spark-eater attack is simply logged as 'mine failure', or 'cave-in unknown'... ah, I see they used that here..." Trailing off as he continued to read the earlier things, his engine growled faintly as he continued to drum away against his thigh.
"... I shouldn't have been repaired, though. I was injured enough no one would have cared." He looked up again, expression flat. "If the reformat was illegal, I have no idea. I know it was against my wishes - seeing as I was in stasis, or kept so, the whole time - and I assume the shell program was put in at this time."
Megatron paused, considering Optimus and... whereas he wouldn't have said it even a few days earlier, with their discussion on the balcony at the State Gardens...
"I thought it was a government experiment, really. But perhaps it's someone more... privately enterprising." He cocked his helm, lips turned into a sneer. "Seeing as there were subroutines to have me attacking the Prime." With a shrug, he tossed the datapad back to Optimus.