The only thing that could possibly be worse than being shoved in front of Megatron himself, was facing Soundwave and his mental probing.
...Or Vortex, but. Well.
Mirage could work with this. The longer the Warlord had reason to keep him alive, the better.
Blinking golden optics and straightening his struts, gathering as much dignity as a prone and chained mech could, Mirage did what most Autobots would find unthinkable: be inclined his helm in a faint bow.
"While you may have so succinctly pointed out our opposing allegiances, my duty to all Cybertronians remains intact."
He laced the words with accents, formal titles and glyphs of Old Cybertronian, the harmonics of his voice slipping from 'snobbish' Towers to the unconscious regalia of the priesthood. For all appearances, he sounded sincere.
Mirage spread his bound hands as far as he was able, stubbornly determined to wear the energon chains with as much grace as he had once worn the finest of silk mesh.
"What spiritual needs can this humble Priest of Primus assuage for your mechs, Warlord of Kaon?"
If Megatron wanted a Priest, he would get one. And eventually regret it, if Mirage had anything to do with it.
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Date: 2014-09-07 09:00 pm (UTC)...Or Vortex, but. Well.
Mirage could work with this. The longer the Warlord had reason to keep him alive, the better.
Blinking golden optics and straightening his struts, gathering as much dignity as a prone and chained mech could, Mirage did what most Autobots would find unthinkable: be inclined his helm in a faint bow.
"While you may have so succinctly pointed out our opposing allegiances, my duty to all Cybertronians remains intact."
He laced the words with accents, formal titles and glyphs of Old Cybertronian, the harmonics of his voice slipping from 'snobbish' Towers to the unconscious regalia of the priesthood. For all appearances, he sounded sincere.
Mirage spread his bound hands as far as he was able, stubbornly determined to wear the energon chains with as much grace as he had once worn the finest of silk mesh.
"What spiritual needs can this humble Priest of Primus assuage for your mechs, Warlord of Kaon?"
If Megatron wanted a Priest, he would get one. And eventually regret it, if Mirage had anything to do with it.