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raisedbymoogles) wrote2012-05-12 12:56 pm
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So, remember the aborted Nano attempt?
Occasionally I revisit it in bits and pieces, and I just re-discovered this bit-and-piece in one of the pocket notebooks I carry around at work. (Yes, I have more than one. Because I am constantly losing them.)
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"Ratchet." The voice rough with power and malice somehow managed a smug purr. "I will make this offer one last time. Join me."
"That's 'Chief Medical Officer' to you," Ratchet snapped, "and I hope it's the last time. I'm getting sick of hearing it."
The black mech beside him shifted, balancing and bracing, and Megatron turned his attention to him. "I am not an unreasonable master, as Ironhide can attest." Metal lips pulled back from sharp teeth. "Once, you were my best general."
"I'm still the best, oathbreaker." Ironhide threw the word at him. Megatron smiled thinly.
"Haven't we all broken oaths, over the course of this accursed war?" he asked philisophically. "Yours, Ironhide, to serve me. Yours, Ratchet, to allow none to come to harm by your hands." Ratchet's facial structures tightened in suppressed rage. "Jazz has sworn himself to me twice, and both times proven false." Jazz gave him a mocking grin, flicking his aural appendages in a jaunty salute. "And you..." Megatron turned to Bumblebee, who was all but vibrating with tension. "I'll wager you promised to keep the insects that infest this world from harm." Scarred lips curled in a smirk. "Didn't you."
"It's you who harmed them, not me!" Bumblebee snarled.
"Ah." Megatron's smile broadened at the confirmation. Ironhide waved a quelling hand in Bumblebee's direction, though the hum-spin of his cannons betrayed his own agitation.
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Working out character development? XD And as for where Optimus Prime is... well, that's the question, isn't it? ;)
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"Ratchet." The voice rough with power and malice somehow managed a smug purr. "I will make this offer one last time. Join me."
"That's 'Chief Medical Officer' to you," Ratchet snapped, "and I hope it's the last time. I'm getting sick of hearing it."
The black mech beside him shifted, balancing and bracing, and Megatron turned his attention to him. "I am not an unreasonable master, as Ironhide can attest." Metal lips pulled back from sharp teeth. "Once, you were my best general."
"I'm still the best, oathbreaker." Ironhide threw the word at him. Megatron smiled thinly.
"Haven't we all broken oaths, over the course of this accursed war?" he asked philisophically. "Yours, Ironhide, to serve me. Yours, Ratchet, to allow none to come to harm by your hands." Ratchet's facial structures tightened in suppressed rage. "Jazz has sworn himself to me twice, and both times proven false." Jazz gave him a mocking grin, flicking his aural appendages in a jaunty salute. "And you..." Megatron turned to Bumblebee, who was all but vibrating with tension. "I'll wager you promised to keep the insects that infest this world from harm." Scarred lips curled in a smirk. "Didn't you."
"It's you who harmed them, not me!" Bumblebee snarled.
"Ah." Megatron's smile broadened at the confirmation. Ironhide waved a quelling hand in Bumblebee's direction, though the hum-spin of his cannons betrayed his own agitation.
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Working out character development? XD And as for where Optimus Prime is... well, that's the question, isn't it? ;)
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+grins+
I love it.
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are you planning on poking at this more? because this is an awesome setup.
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