[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Discrepancies [Backbeat]
Sept 29, 2022 5:01:44 GMT -5
Post by Megatron on Sept 29, 2022 5:01:44 GMT -5
Episode 3.5 | Week 1 | Day 4 | Closed
The minutiae of Decepticon leadership were rather less glamorous than some would like to think. For Megatron, Soundwave, and Starscream, such monitoring as Megatron decided to conduct today was simply a fact of being the leading triad. However, as the supreme of the three, Megatron often did not have to bother with something as insignificant as a routine discussion of stock with their indignant logistics specialist. Yet recent developments have forced him to reconsider trusting others with entreating the less respectable Decepticons among them.
When the Warlord discovered certain discrepancies between Energon production, consumption, and their current stock, it was only natural that he would see to eliminating the source of the problem personally. Fatally, if need be.
Indeed, the simple fact was: Someone skimmed off the top of their reserves over (or within) the last few months. Who? Megatron could not say, but naturally, his suspicions first fell upon the only non-Vehicon currently employed in any major logistic capacity full-time. In short, Backbeat was the prime target. With these circumstances in play, Megatron made certain to amply prepare himself for the meeting ahead. It was just about midday at Blackridge Hold, and he already awaited his subordinate in one of the many storage rooms dug out to store excess Energon for the base's purposes. Although far from their only stockpile, this was one of the more significant. Being surrounded by his duties in quite the literal sense, Backbeat could already suspect ahead of time that this was going to be no ordinary discussion.
The old Warlord stood by a tall stack of Energon cubes, gazing into their ambient, cyan glow. His back was turned to the entryway, and his hands laid flat against it. He seemed to have been lost deep in thought, but to assume that he was inattentive would be folly. In fact, Megatron took note of everything that went on behind him. The soldiers and miners fading in and out, coming to-and-fro. On schedule, most of them. Just as he had instructed. Soundwave must have already informed all of their workforce of the increased production. Still, a few drones were a bit late and a little sluggish. Megatron suspected that the new workload was taking its toll. With but a single medic to soothe their aches, they did not have the luxury of tending to minor injuries.
He was not concerned about their well-being. At least not yet.
The workers would get their rest soon enough, but first, he needed a stockpile for his projects. The Nemesis, the Hymn, and more. All required fuel. All required life. Which made the fact that someone acted against the best interest of his Decepticons all the more insulting. Someone's selfish greed was the reason that these miners now had to work double shifts at half the rest.
He would find out who, whether it truly was Backbeat or not.
The minutiae of Decepticon leadership were rather less glamorous than some would like to think. For Megatron, Soundwave, and Starscream, such monitoring as Megatron decided to conduct today was simply a fact of being the leading triad. However, as the supreme of the three, Megatron often did not have to bother with something as insignificant as a routine discussion of stock with their indignant logistics specialist. Yet recent developments have forced him to reconsider trusting others with entreating the less respectable Decepticons among them.
When the Warlord discovered certain discrepancies between Energon production, consumption, and their current stock, it was only natural that he would see to eliminating the source of the problem personally. Fatally, if need be.
Indeed, the simple fact was: Someone skimmed off the top of their reserves over (or within) the last few months. Who? Megatron could not say, but naturally, his suspicions first fell upon the only non-Vehicon currently employed in any major logistic capacity full-time. In short, Backbeat was the prime target. With these circumstances in play, Megatron made certain to amply prepare himself for the meeting ahead. It was just about midday at Blackridge Hold, and he already awaited his subordinate in one of the many storage rooms dug out to store excess Energon for the base's purposes. Although far from their only stockpile, this was one of the more significant. Being surrounded by his duties in quite the literal sense, Backbeat could already suspect ahead of time that this was going to be no ordinary discussion.
The old Warlord stood by a tall stack of Energon cubes, gazing into their ambient, cyan glow. His back was turned to the entryway, and his hands laid flat against it. He seemed to have been lost deep in thought, but to assume that he was inattentive would be folly. In fact, Megatron took note of everything that went on behind him. The soldiers and miners fading in and out, coming to-and-fro. On schedule, most of them. Just as he had instructed. Soundwave must have already informed all of their workforce of the increased production. Still, a few drones were a bit late and a little sluggish. Megatron suspected that the new workload was taking its toll. With but a single medic to soothe their aches, they did not have the luxury of tending to minor injuries.
He was not concerned about their well-being. At least not yet.
The workers would get their rest soon enough, but first, he needed a stockpile for his projects. The Nemesis, the Hymn, and more. All required fuel. All required life. Which made the fact that someone acted against the best interest of his Decepticons all the more insulting. Someone's selfish greed was the reason that these miners now had to work double shifts at half the rest.
He would find out who, whether it truly was Backbeat or not.