A little grovelling usually improves Megatron's mood a little, but this is a farce. Fear and dismay is a more than reasonable reaction to his arrival, but he prefers to see sort of thing from his enemies than his underlings. Breakdown, at least, gets a few points for the salute. The rest of you? Detention.
He takes a step into the cave, consciously looming.
"Rescue you? Oh, no. You see, my vessel was rendered almost inoperable by a fleet of Alternian ships; I was forced to crash land here only hours ago. But imagine my surprise, my relief, when I discovered evidence of a prolonged Decepticon presence on this remote, vermin-infested rock!"
Imagining Megatron's relief may be a bit of a tall order, largely because that is complete bullshit. Imagine, instead, his eyebrows lifting, optics narrowing in suspicious surprise, at the familiar energy signatures; fangs bared in disgust as he realises which Decepticons he has found and how long they have been here, and draws the obvious conclusions. Imagine that the sole element of relief present here is that he will have someone on whom to take out the sheer inchoate fury he has been feeling since the Alternian forces overpowered him by sheer strength of numbers and he lost Orion Pax and was forced to make an emergency landing in the middle of the fucking desert. Imagining that would be a lot more accurate.
Still, despite the fact that he is spitting out the words at this point, emphasising each point with an aggressive step towards the cowering Decepticons, he continues, "How fortunate, that I should have been preceded! Surely after having been here so long my loyal followers should have something to show for their time, something that might compensate somehow for this infuriating predicament!"
Megatron takes another fierce look around the cavern – Starscream's meagre collection of stolen human electronics, Breakdown's missing arm and eye – and he straightens up, optics burning with undisguised rage.
"But it seems my optimism was unfounded." He looks over all of them, like a disappointed schoolteacher. His lip curls. "What have you accomplished in my absence." It's barely a question – more a challenge. His voice is more measured, level, for now, but the fury bubbling under the surface, and ready to erupt at the slightest provocation, is clear.
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He takes a step into the cave, consciously looming.
"Rescue you? Oh, no. You see, my vessel was rendered almost inoperable by a fleet of Alternian ships; I was forced to crash land here only hours ago. But imagine my surprise, my relief, when I discovered evidence of a prolonged Decepticon presence on this remote, vermin-infested rock!"
Imagining Megatron's relief may be a bit of a tall order, largely because that is complete bullshit. Imagine, instead, his eyebrows lifting, optics narrowing in suspicious surprise, at the familiar energy signatures; fangs bared in disgust as he realises which Decepticons he has found and how long they have been here, and draws the obvious conclusions. Imagine that the sole element of relief present here is that he will have someone on whom to take out the sheer inchoate fury he has been feeling since the Alternian forces overpowered him by sheer strength of numbers and he lost Orion Pax and was forced to make an emergency landing in the middle of the fucking desert. Imagining that would be a lot more accurate.
Still, despite the fact that he is spitting out the words at this point, emphasising each point with an aggressive step towards the cowering Decepticons, he continues, "How fortunate, that I should have been preceded! Surely after having been here so long my loyal followers should have something to show for their time, something that might compensate somehow for this infuriating predicament!"
Megatron takes another fierce look around the cavern – Starscream's meagre collection of stolen human electronics, Breakdown's missing arm and eye – and he straightens up, optics burning with undisguised rage.
"But it seems my optimism was unfounded." He looks over all of them, like a disappointed schoolteacher. His lip curls. "What have you accomplished in my absence." It's barely a question – more a challenge. His voice is more measured, level, for now, but the fury bubbling under the surface, and ready to erupt at the slightest provocation, is clear.