[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Recoil [Knock Out, Megatron, Shockwave, Soundwave]
Jan 3, 2020 21:45:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2020 21:45:42 GMT -5
Megatron remained still as Starscream spoke, not moving, at least not at first.
As Starscream continued to speak, however, it became apparent that the Warlord was growing in anger.
Optics narrowed, hands clenched into fists, his field surging up into ragged jags and sharp points, hissing like static, almost shocking to encounter.
His voice, when he spoke, was livid, heavy with fury, deep, and rough.
“What!? Collapsed!? Starscream you fool! You utter idiot! Haven was my creation, given to the Neutral Cybertronians for a reason! I should do to you what you have done to it!”
With a savage, bestial snarl of fury, Megatron raised a massive arm, and lunged forward, fist thick like a sledgehammer, and slammed it into the wall no more than a few feet to the side of the slender silver mech’s head.
There was a heavy CRACK!, as dust drifted out from where his fist impacted the stone, jagged cracks shattering outward from the knuckles. A dull echo of the strike sounded down along the hallway behind them, hollow and empty.
Remaining still, Megatron stayed where he was for a few seconds, clearly attempting to strangle his fury back down, to not turn and take Starscream’s helm between his hands, and squeeze....
Slowly, the Warlord took a step back, pulling back his massive arm, to hang at his side. Debris trickled from the stone wall to clink and clack on the floor. A large spiderweb pattern of impact cracks remained in the stone.
Megatron slowly opened his eyes, turning to fix his glare upon Starscream. When he spoke again, his voice was under control...but still oh so angry.
“You are a fool, Starscream. You are sly and clever, yes, but you have no patience. You cannot see the long game, reaching only for instant gratification to arrive in the next day or week. You cannot see the larger picture, and you never will.”
Grunting in disgust, Megatron turned, letting his gaze move around the empty room, “I created Haven for the sole purpose of letting the Neutrals live there. While we gathered energon, so did they. While we created weapons, they used the same materials to create other things. Anything we needed but could not make or use precious resources on, we could barter for. They were an easy, simple, secondary source of materials that we could gain by trading a few worthless things for. Why put the extra effort into making something when we could have them do it for us?”
Megatron turned slightly to fix Starscream with another glare, “And who will live on Cybertron when we win the war, Starscream? Hmm? Who do you think will return to the planet when it is revived through our glory? Do you think there are enough Decepticons to bring Cybertron back to it’s full potential alone? Or are you too much of a fool to realize we will need the Neutrals to return to Cybertron? They will return, and come under my rule, to help us revive Cybertron.”
Turning fully, Megatron took two long strides back to stand before Starscream, towering over him, leaning forward to force himself into Starscream’s space, “What you have done, you idiot, is killed my future subjects!”
Now raising a massive hand, Megatron curled thick fingers into a heavy fist, “And let me be perfectly clear, Starscream. Optimus Prime is mine to destroy. Not yours. Not Soundwave’s. Mine. He and I have a fate. A destiny. And I will be very vexed with anyone who robs me of such.”
Megatron kept the fist raised for a few seconds, allowing his words to sink in, before slowly straightening at the waist again, lowering his hand. Another sound of disgust, and he turned again, facing Soundwave.
“I assume Haven has been explored for anything we can salvage?”
As Starscream continued to speak, however, it became apparent that the Warlord was growing in anger.
Optics narrowed, hands clenched into fists, his field surging up into ragged jags and sharp points, hissing like static, almost shocking to encounter.
His voice, when he spoke, was livid, heavy with fury, deep, and rough.
“What!? Collapsed!? Starscream you fool! You utter idiot! Haven was my creation, given to the Neutral Cybertronians for a reason! I should do to you what you have done to it!”
With a savage, bestial snarl of fury, Megatron raised a massive arm, and lunged forward, fist thick like a sledgehammer, and slammed it into the wall no more than a few feet to the side of the slender silver mech’s head.
There was a heavy CRACK!, as dust drifted out from where his fist impacted the stone, jagged cracks shattering outward from the knuckles. A dull echo of the strike sounded down along the hallway behind them, hollow and empty.
Remaining still, Megatron stayed where he was for a few seconds, clearly attempting to strangle his fury back down, to not turn and take Starscream’s helm between his hands, and squeeze....
Slowly, the Warlord took a step back, pulling back his massive arm, to hang at his side. Debris trickled from the stone wall to clink and clack on the floor. A large spiderweb pattern of impact cracks remained in the stone.
Megatron slowly opened his eyes, turning to fix his glare upon Starscream. When he spoke again, his voice was under control...but still oh so angry.
“You are a fool, Starscream. You are sly and clever, yes, but you have no patience. You cannot see the long game, reaching only for instant gratification to arrive in the next day or week. You cannot see the larger picture, and you never will.”
Grunting in disgust, Megatron turned, letting his gaze move around the empty room, “I created Haven for the sole purpose of letting the Neutrals live there. While we gathered energon, so did they. While we created weapons, they used the same materials to create other things. Anything we needed but could not make or use precious resources on, we could barter for. They were an easy, simple, secondary source of materials that we could gain by trading a few worthless things for. Why put the extra effort into making something when we could have them do it for us?”
Megatron turned slightly to fix Starscream with another glare, “And who will live on Cybertron when we win the war, Starscream? Hmm? Who do you think will return to the planet when it is revived through our glory? Do you think there are enough Decepticons to bring Cybertron back to it’s full potential alone? Or are you too much of a fool to realize we will need the Neutrals to return to Cybertron? They will return, and come under my rule, to help us revive Cybertron.”
Turning fully, Megatron took two long strides back to stand before Starscream, towering over him, leaning forward to force himself into Starscream’s space, “What you have done, you idiot, is killed my future subjects!”
Now raising a massive hand, Megatron curled thick fingers into a heavy fist, “And let me be perfectly clear, Starscream. Optimus Prime is mine to destroy. Not yours. Not Soundwave’s. Mine. He and I have a fate. A destiny. And I will be very vexed with anyone who robs me of such.”
Megatron kept the fist raised for a few seconds, allowing his words to sink in, before slowly straightening at the waist again, lowering his hand. Another sound of disgust, and he turned again, facing Soundwave.
“I assume Haven has been explored for anything we can salvage?”