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[cyclogical]

Who: Shockwave & whoever else is on the Deceptiship
Where: Megatron's (formerly) flying bachelor pad
When: May 20th
What: every Decepticon's favorite evil scientist pays a visit
Warnings: Don't think so!

Option A

The sun was just barely bouncing light into the sky when the familiar green-white of a space bridge portal breaks the air of Megatron's command deck. The portal illuminates the nearby area as it pulses and circulates for a good five to ten minutes before the silhouetted shape of Shockwave breaks through and enters the deck itself, bridge control remote in hand.

When he answered Megatron's summons for reinforcements, he was expecting a ship bustling with a little more activity than virtually none at all. As the bridge portal closed behind him, he quickly came to realize he was standing on the remains of only a partially functional ship. One that didn't have enough juice to call back a return portal. Ah.

That would have been nice to include in the report before he arrived. He would have brought his favorite predacon bone to keep him company.

Option B

Past introductions, it didn't take long for Shockwave to find a room and a terminal to attach himself to. This one just happened to be in the medbay (thanks Knockout.). For the time being, anyway.

He was going to run diagnostics on the different areas of the ship to properly acclimate himself and see what data has been collected in his absence. On the ship, on their recent activities, and on the planet he now found himself on. One he'd have to reluctantly call home until he could call for another Bridge back to Cybertron.

Comments

[starscheme]

Starscream, unsurprisingly, looks the opposite of pleased, glowering in such a way that almost borders on disgust, arms crossed loosely across his chest. He at least has the grace to not look directly at Shockwave while he pulls such an expression.

"Hilarious, considering he only has one hand to begin with..." half mutters to himself, bitterly. Just when things were finally looking up again, Megatron has to go and invite Shockwave of all people. Is there a bigger killjoy anywhere in the entire known universe? He's pretty sure there isn't.

[cyclogical]

Shockwave would acknowledge Starscream's existence and all, but Megatron just addressed him. So he's just going to make eye contact with the Decepticon warlord and conveniently ignore that twitchy, gray Cybertronian shaped thing in his periphery.

"A problem I will begin to address, my liege, after acquiring more detailed data of the damage to your ship," beginning there would be the most logical choice, after all. There can't be much conquering done with their butts parked in a desert somewhere.

[bigfuckinggun]

Yeah, nobody here is going to react to what you just said, Starscream. Get used 2 it. Megatron all but ignores him, instead simply nodding to Shockwave and replying, "Your diligence is commendable. However, if a wrecked battleship were all I needed taken care of, I would not have called you away from your work. No, a more... unique issue requires your attention.

"We have recently come into possession of what is supposedly a working formula for synthetic energon. However, while the incomplete formula was liberated from the Autobots, it was organic scientists native to this planet who filled in the gaps, and as I gather their only test subject has been some kind of organic-mechanical hybrid... An expert eye is required to examine the completed formula and to begin its synthesis."

[starscheme]

For once, Starscream is perfectly content to be ignored, at least until Megatron brings up the synth-en. Then he's pretty much obligated to chime in.

"Liberated thanks to my efforts," he says puffing up slightly. "I'm sure most of the work is done for you already, as it is."

[cyclogical]

Shockwave is more impressed with the Earth scientists that managed looked to at the Synthetic energon formula without their heads exploding. Moreover, they actually managed to complete it? He may just call up these organics and give them some pats on the head.

"With the formula completed, it should take little time to adjust and begin producing it it for our own use."

Just point him to a terminal and some facilities and he'll get started. (Just make sure Starscream isn't invited.).

[bigfuckinggun]

"Mm," says Megatron, turning a brief, unimpressed eye on Starscream; and then, "Excellent – our facilities here may not be ideal, but I trust you will make the best of them." He gestures to the empty command deck's main exit, and adds, "Starscream will show you to your work station."

[starscheme]

"I will?" Starscream says blankly before catching Megatron's eye. "I mean-- certainly, Lord Megatron..." He turns to Shockwave, frowning. "Right this way," he rumbles, sounding extremely put upon. "I believe there is a room in a secluded part of the ship with a console that would be perfect."

[cyclogical]

Shockwave looks from Starscream back to Megatron, a hand thoughtfully at his optic.

"You mentioned this planet's natives had equipment capable of completing the formula. How well equipped are our forces should the need to.. procure it become necessary?"

Because getting out of the ship means getting a new alt mode. And really, going out and doing menial missions is Starscream's job.

[bigfuckinggun]

Megatron grimaces a little. "This world's dominant species is more powerful and resourceful than they would seem at first glance, and our forces are... limited. Besides the three of us there are only two other Decepticons currently on this planet, and I have no immediate plans to expand our presence. However... should it become necessary to seize equipment from the humans, I believe we have the means." He's thinking of Sollux, first and foremost, but he is quite sure that with a little research he can uncover other ways to get at Baelheit should the need arise.

[starscheme]

Apparently Starscream doesn't consider such work menial at all, because he eagerly steps up to the plate. "Knock Out and I have been active on this planet the longest. After much careful study, we both have a rather intimate knowledge of the way these creatures' society works. I'm quite certain we could rise to the challenge, as soon as Megatron give the word." And again, he looks insufferably smug about that fact.

[cyclogical]

"I will inform you if this becomes necessary to manufacture synthetic energon, my liege " his gaze then wanders to Starscream after the jet makes his offer.

"I may indulge you on examining that information once my assessment is complete." He expects a neat powerpoint presentation about your numerous years on Earth after you show him his facilities.