Shaking his helm and following behind the Prime - and having to squash the annoyance at having to do that - Megatron would only want those blank records to be cleared up for one thing; knowing who had reformatted him against his express wish.
The changes had, overall, been useful, but that didn't mean he didn't have a lingering rage over having been taken advantage of. Reminded of it due to the topic, Megatron took the chance to bring up the in-progress results log for the hacking/de-encryption program he had relucantly set to break the shell programming instead of his consort-convict restraint programs.
... 25.9%
Depressingly slow, but on the other hand it had been only little over a mega-cycle since he'd been captured and sentenced/agreed to the sentence of being bound to the Prime's Harem.
"Hopefully, we don't have to keep watch on that for much longer," he muttered, mostly to himself as he smirked at the twitching guards. They were new, but that was expected really; it was a long time ago since he'd been a miner, and at this mine in particular now. When they caught sight of him all they saw was the rebel leader who'd begun to make a name for himself...
And when the overseer came storming over the open area in front of the entrance in altmode and unfolded, cold blue gaze sweeping over the group... Well, he could have recognized Megatron, but it was doubtful he remembered the designation of a mech who'd been discharged as good as deactivated vorns upon vorns ago, and that now sported such a different altmode.
"Prime. A most... unforseen visit," the overseer murmured and bowed slightly. He seemed pretty well unruffled, but Megatron, at least, caught the little signs in his old overseer to recognize the fact that the mech was well and truly... unsettled.
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The changes had, overall, been useful, but that didn't mean he didn't have a lingering rage over having been taken advantage of. Reminded of it due to the topic, Megatron took the chance to bring up the in-progress results log for the hacking/de-encryption program he had relucantly set to break the shell programming instead of his consort-convict restraint programs.
... 25.9%
Depressingly slow, but on the other hand it had been only little over a mega-cycle since he'd been captured and sentenced/agreed to the sentence of being bound to the Prime's Harem.
"Hopefully, we don't have to keep watch on that for much longer," he muttered, mostly to himself as he smirked at the twitching guards. They were new, but that was expected really; it was a long time ago since he'd been a miner, and at this mine in particular now. When they caught sight of him all they saw was the rebel leader who'd begun to make a name for himself...
And when the overseer came storming over the open area in front of the entrance in altmode and unfolded, cold blue gaze sweeping over the group... Well, he could have recognized Megatron, but it was doubtful he remembered the designation of a mech who'd been discharged as good as deactivated vorns upon vorns ago, and that now sported such a different altmode.
"Prime. A most... unforseen visit," the overseer murmured and bowed slightly. He seemed pretty well unruffled, but Megatron, at least, caught the little signs in his old overseer to recognize the fact that the mech was well and truly... unsettled.