[Animated] Intentions
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dracoqueen22Title: Intentions
Universe: TFA, The Art of Self-Destruction
Characters: Megatron, Slipstream, Shockwave
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
Description: Megatron has plans. Slipstream has questions. Shockwave is obedient.
For ladydragon76's NaNo prompt for more in this verse.
“You're training him!?”
Megatron doesn't think, he reacts. That voice, that tone. He backhands the owner of the hissed accusation before he registers the identity. Even then, he doesn't feel guilty, not when a Starscream-esque face glares back at him, wiping a smear of energon from her lip.
“Excuse me,” Slipstream says, keeping her pedes beneath her. “But I ask again, Lord Megatron, why on Cybertron are you training that Autobot?”
Megatron curls his fingers into a fist and tucks his hands behind his back. Patience, he reminds himself. And restraint.
“Because if that Autobot is to be of any use to me, I can't have him be a liability.” He lowers his helm, pinning Slipstream with his optics. Not that it ever worked on Starscream. “You would do well to remember what happens to those who question my judgment.”
“I remember.” Slipstream straightens, the taut cant to her wings all to reminiscent of the coding which spawned her. “But I am not the only one curious as to what purpose you hold for Optimus Prime.”
Megatron sneers and turns away from her, looking out the portscreen and into the vastness of space. “I find myself in a position where he could be useful to our cause. Not just in removing the Autobots from power, but in securing my position as a viable candidate to remove whatever Autobot-allied bots remain.”
He doesn't suspect Slipstream will understand. She cannot see the larger picture.
However, her field does choose that moment to speak with dread. And Megatron is again reminded that she is far more cunning than her creator could ever hope to be.
“You would make an Autobot your second in command?” she demands, hands fisting at her sides, the creak of metal all too audible in the conference room.
Clearly, he has underestimated her. He must take care not to make that mistake again.
“No.” Megatron half-turns, reading her expression over his shoulder. “I would make Optimus my second in command. By the time he accepts my offer, he'll be an Autobot no longer.”
Slipstream's plating twitches, her field flaring again before she reigns it in. “He will never join us.”
“I would not be so sure.” Megatron turns back toward the window. “I can be quite persuasive when I so choose. Or don't you recall?”
He hears her audibly cycle a ventilation. “There is little difference between Optimus and I.”
“I am aware of that.” His console flashes, reminding him of a scheduled call. “Dismissed, Slipstream.”
“Yes, sir.”
She snaps to attention and stalks out of the room, her posture less defeat than it is challenge. Taming her has proven to be nearly the same challenge as convincing Optimus, though not quite so entertaining. Still, she is a useful resource, one Megatron intends to continue utilizing.
He returns to his console, allowing the comm to come through. “Shockwave,” Megatron says, without waiting for preamble. “Do you have the information I seek?”
“Of course, Lord Megatron. You were correct. The Autobots recalled the Prime's team to Cybertron.”
Megatron allows himself a fanged smirk. “And his crew?”
“Disbanded.” Shockwave inclines his helm. “I have taken the liberty of acquiring Bulkhead for Astroscope's division per your instructions. The medibot has been assigned a position on the outskirts of Iacon under his former student.”
“Pharma,” Megatron assumes.
“Correct.” A hum of something that is almost amusement cycles in Shockwave's vocalizer. “And I have pulled a few strings to ensure that Bumblebee now serves in my division as a courier bot.”
“Excellent.” Megatron's engine rumbles with satisfaction. Everything is indeed going to plan. Pity the Autobots are so predictable.
… Wait.
His optics narrow. “And the ninja?”
Only now does Shockwave express some discomfort. “I do not know, milord. He was not aboard their vessel when it arrived though my sources assure me he did leave Earth.”
Mildly troublesome.
Megatron raps his talons on the desk top. “What is his current status?”
“Prowl was not initially assigned to Optimus Prime's crew. He holds no official title in the Autobot cadre.” Shockwave's optic briefly flares. “I would not be alarmed. He is but one mech and I've been assured that his loyalty to Optimus Prime has always been in question.”
Megatron can not be sure of this. If there is one thing he knows for certain about the little Prime, is that he has the tendency to inspire his followers in a similar matter to Megatron. Though by his soft spark rather than his strength.
“Find him,” Megatron orders, his cannon cycling into a ready-state as though a subtle warning. “I will not make the mistake of underestimating any of my foes.”
“As you command.” Shockwave dips his helm, antennae bobbing.
“Initiate contact in another ten megacycles. I expect results, Shockwave.”
Shockwave's optic glows brighter. “Yes, Lord Megatron.” The screen fills with static and then goes blank.
Megatron stares at it for a moment longer. Debating. He has an option.
Plans are in motion. He will not delay this time. He will see Cybertron under Decepticon rule. And he will see Ultra Magnus and the Autobot echelon where they belong. At least he is assured that Prime's team is not even a glimmer of an issue. He can handle the ninja, whether he ends up offline or in chains.
Perhaps it is time to give Lockdown a call.
***
a/n: The plot thickens. Bit by bit, I'm figuring what Megatron has planned. What Optimus is going to do is another package all together. And where's Prowl? Frag if I know. We'll all figure this out together. ;0
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Universe: TFA, The Art of Self-Destruction
Characters: Megatron, Slipstream, Shockwave
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
Description: Megatron has plans. Slipstream has questions. Shockwave is obedient.
For ladydragon76's NaNo prompt for more in this verse.
“You're training him!?”
Megatron doesn't think, he reacts. That voice, that tone. He backhands the owner of the hissed accusation before he registers the identity. Even then, he doesn't feel guilty, not when a Starscream-esque face glares back at him, wiping a smear of energon from her lip.
“Excuse me,” Slipstream says, keeping her pedes beneath her. “But I ask again, Lord Megatron, why on Cybertron are you training that Autobot?”
Megatron curls his fingers into a fist and tucks his hands behind his back. Patience, he reminds himself. And restraint.
“Because if that Autobot is to be of any use to me, I can't have him be a liability.” He lowers his helm, pinning Slipstream with his optics. Not that it ever worked on Starscream. “You would do well to remember what happens to those who question my judgment.”
“I remember.” Slipstream straightens, the taut cant to her wings all to reminiscent of the coding which spawned her. “But I am not the only one curious as to what purpose you hold for Optimus Prime.”
Megatron sneers and turns away from her, looking out the portscreen and into the vastness of space. “I find myself in a position where he could be useful to our cause. Not just in removing the Autobots from power, but in securing my position as a viable candidate to remove whatever Autobot-allied bots remain.”
He doesn't suspect Slipstream will understand. She cannot see the larger picture.
However, her field does choose that moment to speak with dread. And Megatron is again reminded that she is far more cunning than her creator could ever hope to be.
“You would make an Autobot your second in command?” she demands, hands fisting at her sides, the creak of metal all too audible in the conference room.
Clearly, he has underestimated her. He must take care not to make that mistake again.
“No.” Megatron half-turns, reading her expression over his shoulder. “I would make Optimus my second in command. By the time he accepts my offer, he'll be an Autobot no longer.”
Slipstream's plating twitches, her field flaring again before she reigns it in. “He will never join us.”
“I would not be so sure.” Megatron turns back toward the window. “I can be quite persuasive when I so choose. Or don't you recall?”
He hears her audibly cycle a ventilation. “There is little difference between Optimus and I.”
“I am aware of that.” His console flashes, reminding him of a scheduled call. “Dismissed, Slipstream.”
“Yes, sir.”
She snaps to attention and stalks out of the room, her posture less defeat than it is challenge. Taming her has proven to be nearly the same challenge as convincing Optimus, though not quite so entertaining. Still, she is a useful resource, one Megatron intends to continue utilizing.
He returns to his console, allowing the comm to come through. “Shockwave,” Megatron says, without waiting for preamble. “Do you have the information I seek?”
“Of course, Lord Megatron. You were correct. The Autobots recalled the Prime's team to Cybertron.”
Megatron allows himself a fanged smirk. “And his crew?”
“Disbanded.” Shockwave inclines his helm. “I have taken the liberty of acquiring Bulkhead for Astroscope's division per your instructions. The medibot has been assigned a position on the outskirts of Iacon under his former student.”
“Pharma,” Megatron assumes.
“Correct.” A hum of something that is almost amusement cycles in Shockwave's vocalizer. “And I have pulled a few strings to ensure that Bumblebee now serves in my division as a courier bot.”
“Excellent.” Megatron's engine rumbles with satisfaction. Everything is indeed going to plan. Pity the Autobots are so predictable.
… Wait.
His optics narrow. “And the ninja?”
Only now does Shockwave express some discomfort. “I do not know, milord. He was not aboard their vessel when it arrived though my sources assure me he did leave Earth.”
Mildly troublesome.
Megatron raps his talons on the desk top. “What is his current status?”
“Prowl was not initially assigned to Optimus Prime's crew. He holds no official title in the Autobot cadre.” Shockwave's optic briefly flares. “I would not be alarmed. He is but one mech and I've been assured that his loyalty to Optimus Prime has always been in question.”
Megatron can not be sure of this. If there is one thing he knows for certain about the little Prime, is that he has the tendency to inspire his followers in a similar matter to Megatron. Though by his soft spark rather than his strength.
“Find him,” Megatron orders, his cannon cycling into a ready-state as though a subtle warning. “I will not make the mistake of underestimating any of my foes.”
“As you command.” Shockwave dips his helm, antennae bobbing.
“Initiate contact in another ten megacycles. I expect results, Shockwave.”
Shockwave's optic glows brighter. “Yes, Lord Megatron.” The screen fills with static and then goes blank.
Megatron stares at it for a moment longer. Debating. He has an option.
Plans are in motion. He will not delay this time. He will see Cybertron under Decepticon rule. And he will see Ultra Magnus and the Autobot echelon where they belong. At least he is assured that Prime's team is not even a glimmer of an issue. He can handle the ninja, whether he ends up offline or in chains.
Perhaps it is time to give Lockdown a call.
a/n: The plot thickens. Bit by bit, I'm figuring what Megatron has planned. What Optimus is going to do is another package all together. And where's Prowl? Frag if I know. We'll all figure this out together. ;0
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated!
