Ep. 2. 'Seeking Common Ground' - Closed
May 18, 2015 17:13:59 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 17:13:59 GMT -5
<<Week 2, Day 6.>>
Megatron has tasked Fairwinds with communing with an Autobot whilst his processor was compromised - an order that any other Decepticon would have ignored as coming from a mech medically relieved of command. it was only as her carrier and master that he had convinced the little cassette to comply, and he had been certain to burn her audials out as soon as he'd regained his full faculties.
Fairwinds' misdemeanor had, it seemed, been fortuitous. Not only had they gained now-valuable insight into how Optimus Prime and his Autobots had been similarly the target of MECH's attentions; it had also laid the first slabs of (potentially precarious) groundwork towards a temporary alliance.
He had conferred with his commanders before taking the decision. Though uneasy and skeptical, both Starscream and Soundwave had agreed that MECH was a problem best addressed with a united front.
After all, he and Optimus had dedicated centuries to decimating one another's forces and territories. How great a chance would an infantile organic group such as MECH stand when they combined their deadly forces and converged?
Though, Megatron quietly despaired, Optimus was unlikely to advocate lethal force against the organic vermin. It was troubling how fond the mech was of the species on a visceral level, though he would not overlook the attachment as a very real vulnerability.
The officers of the Nemesis were aware that they were going to make contact with the Autobots with view to forming an alliance, but the majority of the crew were entirely unaware. Much as Megatron preferred communicating with the enemy from the vast, imposing space of the bridge of the Decepticon flagship, he had elected to preserve this secrecy and make this call in the privacy of his quarters.
He could have easily cleared the bridge of the necessary personnel for the duration, but more than the secrecy, Megatron suspected that this conversation with the Autobot leader was not going to be one he wanted an audience for. It was Optimus, and their soldiers had been butchered by organics on both sides. Of course is would become personal.
Soundwave had set his console to broadcast on the Autobot channel and remain shielded for internal eavesdropping. The channel's sole purpose was to facilitate formal discussions as military commanders, and had been seldom used in recent years. Long gone were the days when he held entire facilities, planets hostage and made demands for their ongoing existence.
Standing at his desk, framed by the blank grey bulkhead, Megatron keyed in his identification codes and prepared to send an audio message to the Autobot currently manning the communication terminal.
"Optimus Prime," he rumbled, smiling as if he could see the mech's surprised faceplate. "In light of the recent travesties committed against our kind, I have a proposition for you. If you wish to hear my proposal, do get in touch."
Communication sent, Megatron folded his hands behind his back and settled in to wait. He estimated ten minutes of panicked squawking before the Autobots called back.
<<OOC: Tag to someone on monitor duty to let Optimus know...>>
Megatron has tasked Fairwinds with communing with an Autobot whilst his processor was compromised - an order that any other Decepticon would have ignored as coming from a mech medically relieved of command. it was only as her carrier and master that he had convinced the little cassette to comply, and he had been certain to burn her audials out as soon as he'd regained his full faculties.
Fairwinds' misdemeanor had, it seemed, been fortuitous. Not only had they gained now-valuable insight into how Optimus Prime and his Autobots had been similarly the target of MECH's attentions; it had also laid the first slabs of (potentially precarious) groundwork towards a temporary alliance.
He had conferred with his commanders before taking the decision. Though uneasy and skeptical, both Starscream and Soundwave had agreed that MECH was a problem best addressed with a united front.
After all, he and Optimus had dedicated centuries to decimating one another's forces and territories. How great a chance would an infantile organic group such as MECH stand when they combined their deadly forces and converged?
Though, Megatron quietly despaired, Optimus was unlikely to advocate lethal force against the organic vermin. It was troubling how fond the mech was of the species on a visceral level, though he would not overlook the attachment as a very real vulnerability.
The officers of the Nemesis were aware that they were going to make contact with the Autobots with view to forming an alliance, but the majority of the crew were entirely unaware. Much as Megatron preferred communicating with the enemy from the vast, imposing space of the bridge of the Decepticon flagship, he had elected to preserve this secrecy and make this call in the privacy of his quarters.
He could have easily cleared the bridge of the necessary personnel for the duration, but more than the secrecy, Megatron suspected that this conversation with the Autobot leader was not going to be one he wanted an audience for. It was Optimus, and their soldiers had been butchered by organics on both sides. Of course is would become personal.
Soundwave had set his console to broadcast on the Autobot channel and remain shielded for internal eavesdropping. The channel's sole purpose was to facilitate formal discussions as military commanders, and had been seldom used in recent years. Long gone were the days when he held entire facilities, planets hostage and made demands for their ongoing existence.
Standing at his desk, framed by the blank grey bulkhead, Megatron keyed in his identification codes and prepared to send an audio message to the Autobot currently manning the communication terminal.
"Optimus Prime," he rumbled, smiling as if he could see the mech's surprised faceplate. "In light of the recent travesties committed against our kind, I have a proposition for you. If you wish to hear my proposal, do get in touch."
Communication sent, Megatron folded his hands behind his back and settled in to wait. He estimated ten minutes of panicked squawking before the Autobots called back.
<<OOC: Tag to someone on monitor duty to let Optimus know...>>