By the time Megatron made his way to the elevator, Optimus had the primary consort hall set up how he wanted it, items stashed where they would be most convenient. Despite Megatron's supposed 'good intentions', if they even existed, Optimus intended to take a full, proper revenge.
He was almost startled to find himself anticipating it more than he should, especially given the situation.
No matter.
A surprise attack would be nice, with Megatron still laboring with all that heat trapped in his frame... Tired. Underfueled. Turn about was fair play and all that.
Optimus positioned himself near the elevator doors moments before they dinged open. Items of choice hidden in hand, the Prime smirked when his Highlord appeared.
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Date: 2012-12-26 09:03 am (UTC)He was almost startled to find himself anticipating it more than he should, especially given the situation.
No matter.
A surprise attack would be nice, with Megatron still laboring with all that heat trapped in his frame... Tired. Underfueled. Turn about was fair play and all that.
Optimus positioned himself near the elevator doors moments before they dinged open. Items of choice hidden in hand, the Prime smirked when his Highlord appeared.