[Animated] Forward Motion
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dracoqueen22a/n: Written just before I opened the floor to ongoing universe prompts, here's another installment featuring a new addition to the cast. Enjoy!
Title: Forward Motion
Universe: TFA, The Art of Self-Destruction
Characters: Megatron, Strika
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Description: Strika offers some information.
Everything is going exactly to plan. Which is a miracle considering his luck as of late.
Megatron's time spent on Earth had been fraught with disappointment and disaster. And now the mech most to blame for his failures is a guest aboard his battle-station.
Primus certainly has a way of arranging things. Megatron can't quite yet call it luck. And he has never ascribed to destiny.
Megatron sits back in his chair, one taloned finger tapping the datapad beneath it. His optics are locked on the monitors in front of him, one blank, others displaying various important pieces of communication. Another, smaller screen shows Optimus. His pet Autobot is in the training arena, going through a series of martial kata, perhaps taught to him by the ninja.
Inch by inch, shadow by shadow, his Decepticons are converging on Cybertron. They are placing themselves per Shockwave's discretion, prepared to rise at Megatron's call.
If there is one thing Earth has managed to teach Megatron, it is the value of patience. He has learned to call upon it now.
His communication console flashes with urgency. Ah. The call he's been waiting for.
“Strika.”
“Lord Megatron.” His general appears on screen, the edges distorted with static. “All is in place. We wait your instruction.”
“Good. You have served me well, Strika.” He pauses, helm tilting as he considers all of the pieces that have come into play. Optimus still proves a valuable resource. “And what of the other matter?”
“The Prime's team is no longer on Earth.”
Interesting. Not unexpected, but interesting.
“Why?”
“I'm sure Shockwave can better answer that.” A hint of distaste. Shockwave and Strika have never seen optic to optic.
Megatron's talon taps on the datapad again. “I'll be sure to ask him. What of the Allspark?”
“We detected traces of its energy signature all over the planet. Nothing large enough to be of use.”
As he feared. Megatron laments the destruction of the Allspark. It is one of many crimes for which Optimus will have to face judgement. But not yet.
“We found another of Starscream's clones.” Here Strika's distaste deepens into loathing. “What do you want me to do with him?”
“Is he useful?”
Strika's optics flash, her humor showing through. “He will be when I'm through with him.”
“Then I leave his fate to your discretion.”
Her helm dips, a bow of respect. “Very well. Is there anything else I can do for you, Lord Megatron?”
“No. I'll contact you when the time comes. Shockwave has your orders for entry. Be prepared.”
“Yes, sir.”
The screen goes blank.
Megatron's optics shift back to the camera monitoring Optimus' position. The little Prime is still in the midst of maneuvers. He hasn't made an attempt to reach out to the Autobots or Neutrals since their last chat.
Has he given up?
Megatron is not so foolish to think so. Optimus is merely biding his time. Which suits Megatron just fine. It gives him more opportunities to prove his point.
The Autobots, the Magnus – all have abandoned Optimus. Though now is too soon to offer Optimus that truth. He is not yet tamed.
Megatron's lipplates curl. He taps a button, wiping all of his screens of their displays, save one. He pushes himself to his pedes, attaching his datapad to his forearm, where his cannon usually stands prominent.
Optimus looks in need of a challenge.
How generous of Megatron to offer one.
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a/n: I still have no idea where this is going. It's kind of fun to make it up as I go along. Kind of like life. Constrained by the choices I've made in previous chapters, I can only move forward. :D
Feedback is welcome and appreciated. More ficlets to come (like tomorrow!) as I add to my word count. Leave more prompts on my previous post, I dare ya. ;)
Title: Forward Motion
Universe: TFA, The Art of Self-Destruction
Characters: Megatron, Strika
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Description: Strika offers some information.
Everything is going exactly to plan. Which is a miracle considering his luck as of late.
Megatron's time spent on Earth had been fraught with disappointment and disaster. And now the mech most to blame for his failures is a guest aboard his battle-station.
Primus certainly has a way of arranging things. Megatron can't quite yet call it luck. And he has never ascribed to destiny.
Megatron sits back in his chair, one taloned finger tapping the datapad beneath it. His optics are locked on the monitors in front of him, one blank, others displaying various important pieces of communication. Another, smaller screen shows Optimus. His pet Autobot is in the training arena, going through a series of martial kata, perhaps taught to him by the ninja.
Inch by inch, shadow by shadow, his Decepticons are converging on Cybertron. They are placing themselves per Shockwave's discretion, prepared to rise at Megatron's call.
If there is one thing Earth has managed to teach Megatron, it is the value of patience. He has learned to call upon it now.
His communication console flashes with urgency. Ah. The call he's been waiting for.
“Strika.”
“Lord Megatron.” His general appears on screen, the edges distorted with static. “All is in place. We wait your instruction.”
“Good. You have served me well, Strika.” He pauses, helm tilting as he considers all of the pieces that have come into play. Optimus still proves a valuable resource. “And what of the other matter?”
“The Prime's team is no longer on Earth.”
Interesting. Not unexpected, but interesting.
“Why?”
“I'm sure Shockwave can better answer that.” A hint of distaste. Shockwave and Strika have never seen optic to optic.
Megatron's talon taps on the datapad again. “I'll be sure to ask him. What of the Allspark?”
“We detected traces of its energy signature all over the planet. Nothing large enough to be of use.”
As he feared. Megatron laments the destruction of the Allspark. It is one of many crimes for which Optimus will have to face judgement. But not yet.
“We found another of Starscream's clones.” Here Strika's distaste deepens into loathing. “What do you want me to do with him?”
“Is he useful?”
Strika's optics flash, her humor showing through. “He will be when I'm through with him.”
“Then I leave his fate to your discretion.”
Her helm dips, a bow of respect. “Very well. Is there anything else I can do for you, Lord Megatron?”
“No. I'll contact you when the time comes. Shockwave has your orders for entry. Be prepared.”
“Yes, sir.”
The screen goes blank.
Megatron's optics shift back to the camera monitoring Optimus' position. The little Prime is still in the midst of maneuvers. He hasn't made an attempt to reach out to the Autobots or Neutrals since their last chat.
Has he given up?
Megatron is not so foolish to think so. Optimus is merely biding his time. Which suits Megatron just fine. It gives him more opportunities to prove his point.
The Autobots, the Magnus – all have abandoned Optimus. Though now is too soon to offer Optimus that truth. He is not yet tamed.
Megatron's lipplates curl. He taps a button, wiping all of his screens of their displays, save one. He pushes himself to his pedes, attaching his datapad to his forearm, where his cannon usually stands prominent.
Optimus looks in need of a challenge.
How generous of Megatron to offer one.
a/n: I still have no idea where this is going. It's kind of fun to make it up as I go along. Kind of like life. Constrained by the choices I've made in previous chapters, I can only move forward. :D
Feedback is welcome and appreciated. More ficlets to come (like tomorrow!) as I add to my word count. Leave more prompts on my previous post, I dare ya. ;)
