ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

Spark eaters have no allegiance. And I have no desire to chat with cowards. If you wish to fight me, or send Optimus in your stead, then come do so. Otherwise, I leave you to your new friends.

I didn’t say they were sparkeaters! They could be anything.

A fight. Sure. That’s it. I wanna risk my life and fight you. Right now.

What do you say? Too much of a coward to fight me? I guess we know who the real coward is here.

You know where I am, Smokescreen.

ask-smokescreen:

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You missed that chance when you fled from our universe with your proverbial tail between your legs.

I’ve taken things from you under your metaphorical nose before, and I can do it again.

But maybe just a nice meet-up? We can catch up on things. Lots of things. And I’ve got some- some new Autobots that’d really like to meet you! Like, they really want to get to know you. I think.

Spark eaters have no allegiance. And I have no desire to chat with cowards. If you wish to fight me, or send Optimus in your stead, then come do so. Otherwise, I leave you to your new friends.

ask-rung sent: P-pardon me, Lord Megatron... I-I know you don't know me that well, a-and you certainly don't owe me any favors, but... Is there any way you can provide me with the cure for the Cybonic Plague? M-my daughter's caught it, and... I just can't stand to lose her...

ask-rung:

mighty-megatron:

Rung. You have something that interests me as well.

My war is over. There is no reason to withhold such knowledge now.

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Do you have to tools necessary for synthesis, doctor?

R-really? Th-that’s all? I-I mean, certainly, I’d be more than happy to have a little chat with you. I’m quite honored that you find me interesting enough to want a conversation.

Is there any particular subject you are interested in?

We can speak once the cure has been administered. Time is, of course, a factor.

But it is your chosen field that holds my curiosity. I would like to learn more about your methods.

ask-rung sent: P-pardon me, Lord Megatron... I-I know you don't know me that well, a-and you certainly don't owe me any favors, but... Is there any way you can provide me with the cure for the Cybonic Plague? M-my daughter's caught it, and... I just can't stand to lose her...

ask-rung:

mighty-megatron:

Rung. You have something that interests me as well.

My war is over. There is no reason to withhold such knowledge now.

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Do you have to tools necessary for synthesis, doctor?

Y-yes! We have a fully-stocked medlab where I could synthesize it, and medics who can ensure it’s made properly. What is it you want in return?

Your mind is something of a fascination to me. I would enjoy the chance to finally have some intelligent conversation; apart from Soundwave, *the irony is not lost on him* it is a difficult thing to come by, as of late.

vehicon-kenny:

starscreamthefirst:

There’s no way Starscream could let himself miss something like this, even if it means being seen by the small crowd that has gathered. This is a chance to see Kenny get his arm broken. He’d let the troops see him as a naked human to watch it. Besides, there was one more advantage to this frame: a smack from one of those thick arms made a much stronger statement against those that looked at him longer than he liked. 

Primus, the Vehicon was in a good mood. This was actually a great thing. It would make defeat sting all the more for him. He was so excited for this to get started, he let the rude command that was barked at him slide. Referee? Why he’d be thrilled to. In all the hype, Kenny wasn’t thinking clearly. He couldn’t be if he was choosing someone like Starscream to serve as the one to decide what was fair.

The Seeker moves past one of the fliers whimpering near Kenny, still begging him to reconsider. He watches as the two exchange a few words as he gets into place. When they appear to be ready (or when Megatron says he’s ready anyway), he signals the two to start.

-THUD-

"WOO HOOOO!  K.O.!" Kenny whoops as his fist is smashed instantly into the table.  "THAT WAS AWESOME!  Gotta be a new record!  Couldn’t have done it without you, Sir!"

He tries to shake the warlord’s servo that’s still clamped over his own only to succeed in a jerky arm motion before a jerkier attempted exit.  He has admiring fans to greet with after all.  You have to please the crowd.  

"SPEECH!" Someone yells.  Huh their vocals sound exactly like his.

"I would just like to thank the faction…  aaand myself.  And my leader!  We’re such a great team guys.  GOOD EFFORT!  We BEAT those slaggin’ scraplets and cyberleeches and one day we’ll party!  And THEN we’ll get the Prime and we’ll get the Prime and we’ll WIN!  WOO!" 

He’d hardly had to exert any pressure to pin the eradicon’s arm, but the show was well worth it. Just as Megatron’s about to release his servo and remind him that they have, in fact, won, he finds himself on the other end of a collapsed soldier. Well, it’s not circuit speeders, but he should see a medic regardless. It was entertaining while it lasted.

The Decepticon leader hefts Kenny over his shoulder, turning back to his crowd with a bemused grin. “Apparently I still don’t know my own strength. Nothing a quick trip to the medbay won’t fix.” He walks down the hall leaving a trail of snickers behind him, with a worrying flier in tow.

vehicon-kenny:

Practically bouncing Kenny skips around the table, rubbing his servos together in a cartoonish fashion.  A small crowd of spectators seems to have shown up.  Perfect.  An audience to entertain.  

He winks and points to all of them in turn with a clap and a holler before settling down on the bench across from his leader.  Their table is a heavyset industrial piece.  Kenny leans across it to whisper to his opponent.  

"Okay so I know we’re both getting paid for this anyway but lets really work this okay?”  Another wink.  ”Give ‘em a show.

After another volley of winking and servo rubbing he locks his comically smaller one with Megatron’s.  Their difference in arm length is such that to touch his elbow to the table the warlord has to lower his at a significant angle.  

Another wink and point.  

"ARE YOU READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEE!?!?"

No cheer?  Whatever.  He can be a one man show.

"STARSCREAM YOU BLOCKY FRAGGER GET YOUR AFT OVER HERE AND REFEREE."

Megatron takes his place at the other end of the table, watching the hyperactive soldier in equal parts amusement and suspicion. What has gotten into him? The conspiratorial whispering earns a comically surprised expression from the warlord before he recovers with a smirk. Let them have their show. His thick digits completely cover the engineer’s servo. 

"Ready when you are."

Anonymous sent: your soldiers are the same color as the ship, if you decorated it no one would tell the difference

A fair point.

Primus Akiba, I’m not going to kill him. I am capable of harmless fun.

Anonymous sent: if you pop his arm off are you going to keep it

If I kept the limbs I’ve torn from opponents over the years, I could decorate the entire Nemesis with them.