You both are bound to me. I have lain claim to the two of you. Should Primus or my alternate attempt to take you, I will protect my property.
You played with black magic. and it consumed you. The dark energon is a part of you…no one can save you from the choices you made. or the consequences.
You belong to me, now.
Megatron stands, slashing through the air with his servo.
"I belong to no one! And I will not allow Soundwave to fall into your hold ever again." The dark energon burned within him to the point that his vision blurred. My strength will not fail, he thinks, even as his frame shakes with foreign charge.
"I will protect him from you, and any future heir."
That caution had been one of the many reasons he’d chosen to follow Megatron. Too many in the Pits had been too rash to achieve anything. He was quiet as he thought of a way to answer the question.
"Your caution is wise. I am aware of what I am capable of. With proper motivation, I could be a serious threat."
"Under normal circumstances, the most effective way to ensure that I do not turn on you would be to simply kill me. However, one I have come to associate with would likely seek revenge, and regardless of whether or not his attempts would be successful, at the very least they would interfere with your work."
"I bear no ill will towards you." Perhaps a slight fondness. "To act as a hostile towards you and your goals would be to waste the majority of my life’s effort. Even I do not care to have the war be for nothing. It is my intention to make this my final visit. I would return to the Earth where I have taken residence and fade."
Shockwave was right, of course. If he and Soundwave’s alternate had grown close, the traitor would stop at nothing to enact his revenge. Megatron was not afraid of such a challenge to his person, but he was fully aware of how much damage Soundwave could do to with a few lines of code uploaded to the Nemesis’ systems. Punishing a single deserter when the war was so close to finishing was hardly worth the trouble. Especially when Shockwave was being so Pit-damned reasonable. The warlord’s vents made a sound not quite like a sigh.
"It is not my wish for you to fade along with your intellect on some distant world. Cybertron will need as many engineers as possible to get even a single city restored to something like it once was. I would have liked for you to be among them."
With the invasion well underway, the Autobot leader had no doubt been alerted to the attack by now, and was perhaps even on his way to aid his allies. Excellent. Unaware that the Prime he had come to fight was somewhere else entirely, Megatron accessed his comm signal, humor in his tone.
::Optimus… You’re not so naive to think that you could be rid of me so easily, are you? You should know by now never to underestimate me and my Decepticons, dead or alive.::
« … Megatron? »
The shelving unit that he had been holding nearly slipped from his grip, causing a piece of the Archive’s roof to fall and the Eradicon that had been assisting him to shoot a visored glare.
A quick wave dismissed the purple ‘bot and his gaze turned to the floor directly in front of him. This was not a message he’d been expecting, nor did he have any context other than…
« I did not know you had returned. » Or how that was possible; He had visited the Tyrants resting place when they arrived back on Cybertron.
::Don’t sound so surprised. We have fought each other for too long, old friend. This time however, I have taken a page from your book. If their panicked comms have told you nothing, your allies are facing Decepticon super-soldiers from across the multiversal plane. The Nemesis is ours, and you made the mistake of claiming it as your new base of operation- a mistake that will soon be remedied.:: A set of schematics is sent, pinpointing his location on the hull of the ship. A silent challenge. A pity that it was sent in error.