He was actually interested in hearing about other variations, since it was such a long while ago there'd actually been an active Prime-Highlord pair, and any information from elsewhere would probably either be lacking, or fingered.
Keeping his expression straight until Optimus had left, Megatron chuckled and tilted his cube around again, this time following the shift of energon and colour. If Optimus had cared that he'd cared (too much, or only) about his frame, he'd been sorely disappointed as well.
"Maybe not the world at large, my Prime, but certainly yours." Of course, there was no one around to hear, and given the time he took his own time with downing the cube. He didn't really need it either; he wasn't out arguing with rock-processored senators.
Around a cycle later, Megatron was standing out on the balcony of the Harem Suite, having gone down for two reasons; one, he was going to use the washracks, and two...
Megatron.
Tilting his helm slightly, Megatron very carefully didn't smile and instead let his optics follow a Seeker that passed well out of the Tower's airspace. Used to it or not, the brush of Soundwave's power, a sort of buzzing static tingle in his processor which made circuits sort of itch, was hard to get used to.
Soundwave. It's a pleasure to hear from you. A few things have... changed, since yesterday. And, instead of going through a tedious, wordy explanation, he picked out pieces of memory to think of, concentrating on that electrifying effect in his processor, guiding it right.
Optimus being attacked yesterday. Fighting against the assassins. The vague registration of an injury. Ratchet having him open up. The following reveal in the private medbay. The result of the Merge, though of course not the interface and Merge itself and his acceptance and slight change of plans.
Understood, Lord Megatron. There was a pause, and that surprised him; Soundwave usually never hesitated, at least not where and how it'd be noticeable. The sudden, effortless use of title was also surprising... and sort of pleasing. I... admit to harbouring suspicions, but the lack of available visual information of the Omega Key and your lack of injury to your spark chamber kept me from investigating.
Megatron decided he'd ask later why Soundwave had held suspicions about his (potential) function, and kept quiet. He didn't think...
What is your command, Lord Megatron?
Barely keeping from chuckling, delighted and pleased, Megatron disguised the tilt of his helm as part of leaning forward against the railing and looking down at the ground below.
Your abilities and continued dedication is welcome and certainly sought after, Soundwave. I have something to ask of you, but you can decline.
The silence made it obvious Soundwave was waiting for him to elaborate.
Since we aren't planning on offlining the Prime, especially as he's shown to be... decent and open enough it should be possible to work together, I want to know who sent the assassins. They have some in custody, but the ringleader has purged his memories. Would you be willing to expose yourself to exercise your talent..?
There was nearly a klik of silence, the static "touch" withdrawing from his processor, and if Megatron knew Soundwave and his horde right, it was probably his symbiotes who were loudly protesting.
At your disposal, Lord Megatron.
He couldn't quite suppress his pleased smirk, and did nothing to hide his pleasure.
We'll discuss time and place later then.
This time, Soundwave's telepathic touch disappeared for good for the solar cycle, and Megatron went inside to finish up his preparations, both in the washracks and up in Optimus' quarters. He had himself a Prime to catch and subdue.
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Date: 2012-11-08 05:31 pm (UTC)Keeping his expression straight until Optimus had left, Megatron chuckled and tilted his cube around again, this time following the shift of energon and colour. If Optimus had cared that he'd cared (too much, or only) about his frame, he'd been sorely disappointed as well.
"Maybe not the world at large, my Prime, but certainly yours." Of course, there was no one around to hear, and given the time he took his own time with downing the cube. He didn't really need it either; he wasn't out arguing with rock-processored senators.
Around a cycle later, Megatron was standing out on the balcony of the Harem Suite, having gone down for two reasons; one, he was going to use the washracks, and two...
Megatron.
Tilting his helm slightly, Megatron very carefully didn't smile and instead let his optics follow a Seeker that passed well out of the Tower's airspace. Used to it or not, the brush of Soundwave's power, a sort of buzzing static tingle in his processor which made circuits sort of itch, was hard to get used to.
Soundwave. It's a pleasure to hear from you. A few things have... changed, since yesterday. And, instead of going through a tedious, wordy explanation, he picked out pieces of memory to think of, concentrating on that electrifying effect in his processor, guiding it right.
Optimus being attacked yesterday. Fighting against the assassins. The vague registration of an injury. Ratchet having him open up. The following reveal in the private medbay. The result of the Merge, though of course not the interface and Merge itself and his acceptance and slight change of plans.
Understood, Lord Megatron. There was a pause, and that surprised him; Soundwave usually never hesitated, at least not where and how it'd be noticeable. The sudden, effortless use of title was also surprising... and sort of pleasing. I... admit to harbouring suspicions, but the lack of available visual information of the Omega Key and your lack of injury to your spark chamber kept me from investigating.
Megatron decided he'd ask later why Soundwave had held suspicions about his (potential) function, and kept quiet. He didn't think...
What is your command, Lord Megatron?
Barely keeping from chuckling, delighted and pleased, Megatron disguised the tilt of his helm as part of leaning forward against the railing and looking down at the ground below.
Your abilities and continued dedication is welcome and certainly sought after, Soundwave. I have something to ask of you, but you can decline.
The silence made it obvious Soundwave was waiting for him to elaborate.
Since we aren't planning on offlining the Prime, especially as he's shown to be... decent and open enough it should be possible to work together, I want to know who sent the assassins. They have some in custody, but the ringleader has purged his memories. Would you be willing to expose yourself to exercise your talent..?
There was nearly a klik of silence, the static "touch" withdrawing from his processor, and if Megatron knew Soundwave and his horde right, it was probably his symbiotes who were loudly protesting.
At your disposal, Lord Megatron.
He couldn't quite suppress his pleased smirk, and did nothing to hide his pleasure.
We'll discuss time and place later then.
This time, Soundwave's telepathic touch disappeared for good for the solar cycle, and Megatron went inside to finish up his preparations, both in the washracks and up in Optimus' quarters. He had himself a Prime to catch and subdue.