Ep0 - Delta Station - "Berserker" - Open
Jan 19, 2012 18:03:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2012 18:03:08 GMT -5
I die, Barricade dies.
It was a testament to how long they had put anything like closeness off that that was Megatron's sole thought as Prime poised to strike: how fraught with emotion that night when Megatron gave his Infiltrator the order to execute him privately if he couldn't block this bond with the Scout and Barricade's response was to initiate a spark bond; what it had meant, despite everything in his long and ugly life, that he had knelt to put the black and white mech taller and asked, not commanded, that they allign fully. Senselessly. Stupidly.
If Prime killed him now, then Barricade slid all the way into the Well, and it would be his fault. On top of that, Barricade's vehement argument against anything more than a casual frag was that he refused to be the weak point in the warlord's armor. Megatron had sworn that that wouldn't happen, and if Prime's blade sank into his spark now, that would be exactly what would happen.
And that torqued him off.
Prime had waited too long, hesitated over the strike, and Megatron snapped his palms about the flats of the blade before it hit his armour. His arms trembled at the effort, errors sweeping across his HDU, and he felt Optimus's hate as he leant his weight into the sword - fully prepared to impale him slowly if need be. His field was still fettered with that mix of grief and regret that the Prime carried around with him like a cowl, but anger was prominent. It leant the stand mech strength, enough to begin forcing Megatron's still-gripping hands down.
Megatron's expression tightened into a snarl, a refusal to die, and for once, it was not for the sake of himself or the Decepticon cause. Or even just to see Prime die first. He died, Barricade died. He lived, Barricade kept living and he could find him and get him home and fixed and fine and they'd win this slagging war and Optimus would-
The power station exploded. It was only the tactical thread in Megatron's battle processor that made that connection between the shattering wave of energy and debris that knocked Prime sideways and slashed the sword from his hands. Primarily the warlord had been focussed on transforming the instant the weight had lifted from his chassis, dragging his inverted alt. form two dozen feet in the ground before he could angle himself up and away.
It was a testament to how long they had put anything like closeness off that that was Megatron's sole thought as Prime poised to strike: how fraught with emotion that night when Megatron gave his Infiltrator the order to execute him privately if he couldn't block this bond with the Scout and Barricade's response was to initiate a spark bond; what it had meant, despite everything in his long and ugly life, that he had knelt to put the black and white mech taller and asked, not commanded, that they allign fully. Senselessly. Stupidly.
If Prime killed him now, then Barricade slid all the way into the Well, and it would be his fault. On top of that, Barricade's vehement argument against anything more than a casual frag was that he refused to be the weak point in the warlord's armor. Megatron had sworn that that wouldn't happen, and if Prime's blade sank into his spark now, that would be exactly what would happen.
And that torqued him off.
Prime had waited too long, hesitated over the strike, and Megatron snapped his palms about the flats of the blade before it hit his armour. His arms trembled at the effort, errors sweeping across his HDU, and he felt Optimus's hate as he leant his weight into the sword - fully prepared to impale him slowly if need be. His field was still fettered with that mix of grief and regret that the Prime carried around with him like a cowl, but anger was prominent. It leant the stand mech strength, enough to begin forcing Megatron's still-gripping hands down.
Megatron's expression tightened into a snarl, a refusal to die, and for once, it was not for the sake of himself or the Decepticon cause. Or even just to see Prime die first. He died, Barricade died. He lived, Barricade kept living and he could find him and get him home and fixed and fine and they'd win this slagging war and Optimus would-
The power station exploded. It was only the tactical thread in Megatron's battle processor that made that connection between the shattering wave of energy and debris that knocked Prime sideways and slashed the sword from his hands. Primarily the warlord had been focussed on transforming the instant the weight had lifted from his chassis, dragging his inverted alt. form two dozen feet in the ground before he could angle himself up and away.