Obviously Ratchet had had nothing to worry about when Optimus tossed him out of the medbay a few days ago. Now, however, as they were right up in each other's faceplates, Megatron's hands tensing into fists at his sides as Optimus just refused to back down... and did have the power to hold his ground (figuratively as well as literally).
"And most of the population will see you were as surprised as they were, and take your reaction for the honesty it is! Not that there won't need to be a swift response---" He snarled, both getting cut off and cutting himself off as Optimus pointed something out he'd missed.
And he didn't like to admit it, but... But that was a pretty damning fault.
The heat and insistent weight (power) of his Prime leaning forward had Megatron shifting, unconsciously and only slightly, but still shifting slightly backwards. Mostly an angle with his frame, a slight change of his weight and position, but not any full retreat.
"Slag. But they already have lost millions, considering it takes time, effort and research to even get to a new line!" He wasn't about to completely admit he'd made a (perhaps irreparable) mistake, however, and hissed right back, heat flaring up all along his frame, engine growling.
"And there's laws that makes sure you can temporarily confiscateany and all energon mines in the name of state emergency as long as you know where they are and who owns them," Megatron snapped, not about to give up.
He still had some mitigating factors, especially as even if Optimus and his special operations couldn't find out that... Megatron (or rather Soundwave) already knew where they all were, and which senator, noble or Emirate who owned them.
He was so angry at the moment, he wasn't paying attention to where the heat and tingling charge of his battle-ready rage was settling.
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Date: 2012-10-02 12:56 am (UTC)"And most of the population will see you were as surprised as they were, and take your reaction for the honesty it is! Not that there won't need to be a swift response---" He snarled, both getting cut off and cutting himself off as Optimus pointed something out he'd missed.
And he didn't like to admit it, but... But that was a pretty damning fault.
The heat and insistent weight (power) of his Prime leaning forward had Megatron shifting, unconsciously and only slightly, but still shifting slightly backwards. Mostly an angle with his frame, a slight change of his weight and position, but not any full retreat.
"Slag. But they already have lost millions, considering it takes time, effort and research to even get to a new line!" He wasn't about to completely admit he'd made a (perhaps irreparable) mistake, however, and hissed right back, heat flaring up all along his frame, engine growling.
"And there's laws that makes sure you can temporarily confiscate any and all energon mines in the name of state emergency as long as you know where they are and who owns them," Megatron snapped, not about to give up.
He still had some mitigating factors, especially as even if Optimus and his special operations couldn't find out that... Megatron (or rather Soundwave) already knew where they all were, and which senator, noble or Emirate who owned them.
He was so angry at the moment, he wasn't paying attention to where the heat and tingling charge of his battle-ready rage was settling.