[ti]Ep 3[/ti]The Tower [Closed]
Nov 29, 2021 19:42:40 GMT -5
Post by Megatron on Nov 29, 2021 19:42:40 GMT -5
Megatron could hear the scrutiny, the questioning.
::Ah, but you misunderstand, Starscream. We are not here for the ship,:: he said in a long, drawn-out sigh before he dove down into one of the vessel's largest crevices, leaving purple exhaust in his wake.
A swift transformation ensued.
Then, for a while, Megatron floated in the exposed corridor. He looked around as if searching for something—perhaps this was not his first time here. Meanwhile, he also continued to explain their purpose here before Starscream reconsidered his position once again.
::I presume you are familiar with the scientific process, given your history. And therefore, you know that behind every grand achievement stands a menagerie of failed attempts.::
At last, he reoriented himself within the hull, turning upside down from Starscream's perspective. Succeeding this mind-bending turn, his pedes gravitized with the corridor's floor. They must have been looking at the ship from the wrong angle for some time, explaining Megatron's searching looks.
::The achievement, in this case, would be the Hymn, and this ship, as you might have noticed, is host to one of its predecessors.::
His explanation was sparse yet delivered clearly, leaving nothing to interpretation. After all, the Seeker didn't need to know much about the ship's history. For all the stories the Warlord could tell, most of it was barely worth mentioning. Indeed, what mattered here was far more practical. And so, he urged the Eradicons to join him with a firm gesture.
After Megatron's example, it took but a while before they stood at his side once more. If Starscream wanted to get rid of him, he just missed the window of opportunity—for shame. Now, he was left with only one path to follow: to join his master, much like the obedient drones.
Megatron stared down the silver jet from his perch on what would ordinarily be the floor yet looked like a ceiling from Starscream's perspective. He seemed set on waiting until the second-in-command followed, not explaining anything further just yet, nor walking deeper into the desolate warship.
::Ah, but you misunderstand, Starscream. We are not here for the ship,:: he said in a long, drawn-out sigh before he dove down into one of the vessel's largest crevices, leaving purple exhaust in his wake.
A swift transformation ensued.
Then, for a while, Megatron floated in the exposed corridor. He looked around as if searching for something—perhaps this was not his first time here. Meanwhile, he also continued to explain their purpose here before Starscream reconsidered his position once again.
::I presume you are familiar with the scientific process, given your history. And therefore, you know that behind every grand achievement stands a menagerie of failed attempts.::
At last, he reoriented himself within the hull, turning upside down from Starscream's perspective. Succeeding this mind-bending turn, his pedes gravitized with the corridor's floor. They must have been looking at the ship from the wrong angle for some time, explaining Megatron's searching looks.
::The achievement, in this case, would be the Hymn, and this ship, as you might have noticed, is host to one of its predecessors.::
His explanation was sparse yet delivered clearly, leaving nothing to interpretation. After all, the Seeker didn't need to know much about the ship's history. For all the stories the Warlord could tell, most of it was barely worth mentioning. Indeed, what mattered here was far more practical. And so, he urged the Eradicons to join him with a firm gesture.
After Megatron's example, it took but a while before they stood at his side once more. If Starscream wanted to get rid of him, he just missed the window of opportunity—for shame. Now, he was left with only one path to follow: to join his master, much like the obedient drones.
Megatron stared down the silver jet from his perch on what would ordinarily be the floor yet looked like a ceiling from Starscream's perspective. He seemed set on waiting until the second-in-command followed, not explaining anything further just yet, nor walking deeper into the desolate warship.