Ep 2 - It's Another World (Open to any and all)
Jan 1, 2016 12:59:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2016 12:59:16 GMT -5
Following his medically-required confinement to the Nemesis, Megatron had been taking opportunities to leave the ship with uncharacteristic frequency. When not leading an active battlefront, the warlord tended to stay on the flagship with his armies at his fingertips. Though his generals out in space were perfectly competent and left him little to do much of the time, and the day-to-day running of the Nemesis had never been smoother. There was nothing on Earth to interest him, with the exception of Prime and his rag-tag band of Autobots.
Peace like this was a chance to plot, take stock of resources and goals, and to tend to more 'soft skill' matters such as morale. It was dull when one wanted nothing more than to get away from the walls and do something. With the truce in place, however, he couldn't even look forward to a decent fight to get the energon pumping.
Which wasn't to say that he couldn't go and bother Prime after his presence was reported in the DMZ.
Megatron had bridged in to the mine set into the mountain half a dozen times already, always under the guise of overseeing that the specifics of the ceasefire were being abided by. It was the force of his hand which was underscoring the orders countermanding centuries of conditioned violence in his troops, after all.
He kept his presence as disruptive as his size and stature allowed, focused more on listening in and looking into rooms rather than entering them. His visits were seldom more than twenty minutes long, but it was enough to reinforce to his troops that Soundwave was not the only one watching them.
A Vehicon carrying three stacked crates had pinged him the last known location of the Prime, and Megatron had approached the tunnel at a leisurely pace. Sound travelled in these caverns...
He had lingered for a minute a little way from the doorway, listening and gathering intelligence. It looked an awful lot like lurking.
The matter of cooling the mine was simplified by the vast reduction of dust particles, which inevitably clogged (and ultimately destroyed) ventilation and cooling systems. As tunnels caverns were spent and moved on from, the Vehicons washed and sprayed a lacquer over the rock to fix the surface. There would still be chips and scratches upon impact, but little to no dust. As the Neutrals had done little by way of further excavation, the lacquer was in 90% of the spaces. It was a straightforward job, but still a practical one.
And Optimus had never dirtied his hands in a mine, let alone had to rely on the logistics keeping the hot noisy Pit from cooking or suffocating him.
Scoffing to himself, Megatron stepped into the doorway and strode straight towards the blue and red mech.
"What are you doing, Prime?" he asked, achieving a tone pitched between irritation and condescension. The question could be taken as regarding Optimus's participation in this operation, or the absolute specifics of what he was doing with that vent.
He did not give Roulette or Ghost Wind so much as a cursory glance. Unresolved tension and illicit secret drinking in the core of the Nemesis gave no exemptions to Megatron's tunnel-vision when it came to the former-archivist and current Autobot Commander.
Peace like this was a chance to plot, take stock of resources and goals, and to tend to more 'soft skill' matters such as morale. It was dull when one wanted nothing more than to get away from the walls and do something. With the truce in place, however, he couldn't even look forward to a decent fight to get the energon pumping.
Which wasn't to say that he couldn't go and bother Prime after his presence was reported in the DMZ.
Megatron had bridged in to the mine set into the mountain half a dozen times already, always under the guise of overseeing that the specifics of the ceasefire were being abided by. It was the force of his hand which was underscoring the orders countermanding centuries of conditioned violence in his troops, after all.
He kept his presence as disruptive as his size and stature allowed, focused more on listening in and looking into rooms rather than entering them. His visits were seldom more than twenty minutes long, but it was enough to reinforce to his troops that Soundwave was not the only one watching them.
A Vehicon carrying three stacked crates had pinged him the last known location of the Prime, and Megatron had approached the tunnel at a leisurely pace. Sound travelled in these caverns...
He had lingered for a minute a little way from the doorway, listening and gathering intelligence. It looked an awful lot like lurking.
The matter of cooling the mine was simplified by the vast reduction of dust particles, which inevitably clogged (and ultimately destroyed) ventilation and cooling systems. As tunnels caverns were spent and moved on from, the Vehicons washed and sprayed a lacquer over the rock to fix the surface. There would still be chips and scratches upon impact, but little to no dust. As the Neutrals had done little by way of further excavation, the lacquer was in 90% of the spaces. It was a straightforward job, but still a practical one.
And Optimus had never dirtied his hands in a mine, let alone had to rely on the logistics keeping the hot noisy Pit from cooking or suffocating him.
Scoffing to himself, Megatron stepped into the doorway and strode straight towards the blue and red mech.
"What are you doing, Prime?" he asked, achieving a tone pitched between irritation and condescension. The question could be taken as regarding Optimus's participation in this operation, or the absolute specifics of what he was doing with that vent.
He did not give Roulette or Ghost Wind so much as a cursory glance. Unresolved tension and illicit secret drinking in the core of the Nemesis gave no exemptions to Megatron's tunnel-vision when it came to the former-archivist and current Autobot Commander.