[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Backstage [Megatron]
Feb 13, 2022 11:46:42 GMT -5
Post by Megatron on Feb 13, 2022 11:46:42 GMT -5
Settling the matter of Starscream and his deeds aside for the moment, Megatron asked Soundwave candidly, "Is there anything else weighing down your spark?" His words were coarse yet even-tempered, just as he'd spoken when the Spymaster first arrived.
The Warlord almost sounded concerned or even empathetic towards his friend.
Whatever brief semblance of negative emotion their short conversation elicited was past now that they worked through it. This was the side of Megatron few people got to see. Not even Starscream. There had been another once in the past in whom he confided and trusted so, a long time ago.
No more. Never again.
Soundwave was his sole confidant now.
The only one who understood his vision. The only one who did not ask questions. The only one who would never betray his trust. And so, in his presence and his presence alone, did the old warrior feel safe enough to ask. He knew full well that in his absence, it was often Soundwave who held the Decepticons together. For a better bot to stand in his shadow, he couldn't ask.
And yet, such tasks could take their toll.
Many could not see past Soundwave's silent exterior, assumed he was as alien to them as they were to the humans. But Megatron knew better. In spite of his unique biology and powers, in spite of the vow of silence, Soundwave was still a Cybertronian. And as any of them, he too could be troubled by circumstances or haunted by the past.
Megatron himself knew the burden of responsibility.
Perhaps his Spymaster felt it eat away as well of late? He did not assume, but nonetheless offered room for Soundwave to speak in whatever manner he saw fit. Rare were the moments they could simply discuss matters on their terms. Very soon, Megatron's plans would force them into action again, and it might be years or even centuries before the next opportunity arose.
If Soundwave had aught personal to say, now was the time.
The Warlord almost sounded concerned or even empathetic towards his friend.
Whatever brief semblance of negative emotion their short conversation elicited was past now that they worked through it. This was the side of Megatron few people got to see. Not even Starscream. There had been another once in the past in whom he confided and trusted so, a long time ago.
No more. Never again.
Soundwave was his sole confidant now.
The only one who understood his vision. The only one who did not ask questions. The only one who would never betray his trust. And so, in his presence and his presence alone, did the old warrior feel safe enough to ask. He knew full well that in his absence, it was often Soundwave who held the Decepticons together. For a better bot to stand in his shadow, he couldn't ask.
And yet, such tasks could take their toll.
Many could not see past Soundwave's silent exterior, assumed he was as alien to them as they were to the humans. But Megatron knew better. In spite of his unique biology and powers, in spite of the vow of silence, Soundwave was still a Cybertronian. And as any of them, he too could be troubled by circumstances or haunted by the past.
Megatron himself knew the burden of responsibility.
Perhaps his Spymaster felt it eat away as well of late? He did not assume, but nonetheless offered room for Soundwave to speak in whatever manner he saw fit. Rare were the moments they could simply discuss matters on their terms. Very soon, Megatron's plans would force them into action again, and it might be years or even centuries before the next opportunity arose.
If Soundwave had aught personal to say, now was the time.