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FOR WHEN RAVISHING TAKES OUR FANCY
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lordmegatronChibi 12:42 am
Stasis cuffs. Chains to the stasis cuffs. Chains that attached to the *wall* with his arms up *above him* - somebody had taken precautions. Which was extremely lucky for *them*, Megatron thought darkly. How in the name of Cybertron *had this happened*?
He skipped the questions of what they might *want*; there were any number of things a ship full of successful pirates could request in return for handing over the High Lord Protector, after all. He was mostly just incredibly annoyed and offended they'd managed to get the drop on him.
Such things *just didn't happen*.
Optics narrowing, Megatron gathered what power he could reach and, engine roaring with the exertion, *pulled*. The chains stretched, protested... but it wasn't enough. He clattered back against the wall as the door opened, and.
... why was the mech standing there somehow... familiar?
"I *was* expecting somebody a little more... impressive, *captain*." Which was a flat-out insult, because it wasn't as if the cargo-hauler altmode mech was by any stretch of the imagination tiny, or timid. He actually had a pretty commanding aura, but Megatron wasn't going to give so much as a shade of ground.
( Pirates and their spoils... )
Stasis cuffs. Chains to the stasis cuffs. Chains that attached to the *wall* with his arms up *above him* - somebody had taken precautions. Which was extremely lucky for *them*, Megatron thought darkly. How in the name of Cybertron *had this happened*?
He skipped the questions of what they might *want*; there were any number of things a ship full of successful pirates could request in return for handing over the High Lord Protector, after all. He was mostly just incredibly annoyed and offended they'd managed to get the drop on him.
Such things *just didn't happen*.
Optics narrowing, Megatron gathered what power he could reach and, engine roaring with the exertion, *pulled*. The chains stretched, protested... but it wasn't enough. He clattered back against the wall as the door opened, and.
... why was the mech standing there somehow... familiar?
"I *was* expecting somebody a little more... impressive, *captain*." Which was a flat-out insult, because it wasn't as if the cargo-hauler altmode mech was by any stretch of the imagination tiny, or timid. He actually had a pretty commanding aura, but Megatron wasn't going to give so much as a shade of ground.
( Pirates and their spoils... )