[The screen shows a matte black jet, with (he thinks) rather dashing purple highlights, sitting behind a desk, scarcely able to restrain a chortle. He clears his vocalizer, looks down. The grin fades.]
(
In which Skywarp turns the tables, flips the script, and...goes a little power mad. )
ELABORATE. PURPOSE OF THIS TRANSMISSION: LACKING.
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It's called...a job?
What? My High Command had--apparently--no use for me.
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By all indications.
[Finally worth your notice NOW, Lord Megatron?]
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FILES INDICATE: STILL A POTENTIAL USE UNLESS LORD MEGATRON DICTATES OTHERWISE.
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And sorry, but 'potential' doesn't pay the slaggin' rent.
[I rotted out there for megacycles. No one noticed. No 'potential' there. What's changed? You so slaggin' desperate here you'd consider using *me*?]
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LORD MEGATRON: DICTATES "USEFULNESS". DECEPTICONS: WILL COMPLY WITH HIS WISHES.
AND WILL NOT ASSUME OTHERWISE. UNLESS STATED.
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I'd comply with his orders...if he'd condescend to give me any.
[Said rather tightly.]
In lieu of his august will, I've had to make my own way. I'd imagine he should be impressed I can survive on my own.
[Had plenty of practice, after all.]
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STANDING ORDERS: OBSERVE. MONITOR.
MOST BASIC PROTOFORM: CAPABLE OF SURVIVAL IN A LARGE CITY SETTING.
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But go ahead. Join the club: Under-rate what I can do. Makes me wonder why you're even talking to me. Probably a waste of your so valuable time. Megatron's probably got some gunk in his treads you can pick out for him.
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DESIGNATION: SKYWARP IS PLACING HIS OWN IMPLICATIONS ON THINGS. SOUNDWAVE: HAS ONLY STATED FACTS.
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If you think 'anyone: can survive' then the whole point of natural selection's kind of lost on you, right? Culling? Training? Weeding out mechs through attrition/examination? Only the strong survive and all that other jingoistic slag?
Try that as a 'fact'.
[Wow, he is going to regret this, isn't he?]
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