ROBOT DANCE OFF

[thanksoptimus]

Who: Too many fucking robots.
Where: "The most dramatic dune in the desert."
When: SUNDOWN.
What: Megatron tries to get Orion Pax to use the Forge on the Matrix of Leadership but then the music starts.
Warnings: Violence, singing.

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[bigfuckinggun]

Sorry Soundwave, it's universal – the lull in the music does give Megatron the chance to step forward and grab Orion by the throat, roughly dragging him and the Forge a couple of paces closer. Around them the chanting intensifies, and Megatron bares his fangs, but whatever he was about to snarl out – unsurprisingly – comes out in verse.

"You, who I called brother – surely you have seen enough to know, this power was all I ever wanted," he growls, almost mocking.

He's uncomfortably close to Orion's face, but now he lowers him slightly, his free hand clenching into a fist. (That's the one with the gun he was pointing at Rodimus, mind you, but now he's singing there are more important concerns. It doesn't even cross his mind.) "I will rule all of Cybertron; my goals are worth whatever I must throw beneath war's bloody engines! Orion, this is all I ever wanted..."

He looks a little uneasy, as if he's trying to convince himself above all else. With a growl, he releases Orion, singing almost under his breath at first but rising to a roar of anger, "Let my spark be hardened, and never mind how high the cost has grown... Until I will it so – I will never let our people go!"

[thanksoptimus]

Orion falls back, collapsing down to his knees when Megatron lets go of his throat. His hands are shaking around the handle of the Forge, and his spark is pulsing tightly in his chest. He's scared, and more than anything, Megatron's words hurt. Even if he should have already known.

Something about the way they are said now just makes it seem so much more inevitable.

His body creaks with injury as he tries to right himself, but gradually stops as his optics fall on the sight of the Matrix laid out on its sacrificial stone in front of him. The thing that holds everything about himself that he's lost, and his only chance to take back control.

He can't do this.

[soundwavesuperior]

Megatron. NO.

[worstprime]

The moment Megatron's attention (and gun) is off of Rodimus completely he's sees his opportunity. These musical moments may be absurd beyond any degree of imagination, but they are all-encompassing to those directly involved...and at least in this case, a particuarly excellent distraction. Rodimus turns his attention to the nearby Soundwave who is uncharacteristically distracted himself...if he didn't know any better, Rodimus would say he almost looked positively horrified.

It only takes Rodimus a split second to formulate and put to action a really shitty plan - injured and slower than he'd like to be, Rodimus is amazed Soundwave doesn't see him move, and takes the opportunity to kick the phenomenally distracted Decepticon with as much force as possible in the lower legs. Mr. Miyagi would not be proud. He doesn't stop to make sure Soundwave goes down, but bolts past him, already channelling energy into super-heating the blaster chamber on his arms. He may not be able to fire while handcuffed but there are plenty of other uses for that energy. He's only got a half-formulated, and less-so-by-the-second plan in his head as he makes a move toward Orion and Megatron's hopefully-complete duet.

[bigfuckinggun]

The chanting is only just beginning to die down as Rodimus assaults Soundwave, and with his attention occupied by gazing furiously at Orion it's a few long moments before Megatron notices. But the fact that Rodimus is able to make this move at all, rather than being inexplicably prevented from interrupting, is the proof of the musical number being over, and soon there's nothing stopping Megatron from turning to roar in indignation at this disruption of his grand plan – but he's a good few seconds too late.

[thanksoptimus]

This...okay, Orion doesn't know what to do with this. Rodimus is running and he's almost certainly going to get killed. He's been trying to think of how to protect him in this, but with how angry Megatron is, him getting hurt suddenly seems like an inevitability.

If Orion doesn't do anything, anyway.

Driven primarily out of panic, Orion stumbles up to his feet. Though his limbs shake painfully with the effort, he clenches his hands around the Forge, and manages to raise it just enough to swing it at the back of Megatron's head.

[soundwavesuperior]

Soundwave is horrified. This is a train wreck and he finds himself unable to look away from the scene unfolding before him.

The next thing he knows his legs are out from underneath him and he is falling into a pile of flailing limbs. His head shoots up onto to see Rodimus' back as he sprints toward Megatron and Orion.

Aw, hell no. He is up and after Rodimus in a matter of seconds.

[worstprime]

Aw, hell, yes.

Rodimus is close enough to feel Megatron's enraged roar reverberate in his spark chamber. He doesn't miss a beat, however, and as Orion is raising the hammer behind him, Rodimus ducks past Megatron, skidding and nearly losing his footing completely as he does so. Single minded in his goal now, he ignores everything else, and grabs the Matrix, bigger than he expected, and vaults over the stone it's laid on. Even as he does so he realises this is a bad idea, his chassis protesting his activity with a surge of pain.

His spark pulses painfully in his chest as he runs. What now, he doesn't know; he's got the Matrix and he's running away from the person he knows in his spark he needs to get it to. Getting Orion the Matrix is the most important thing. Just slightly ahead of keeping it out of Megatron's clutches.

Rodimus spares only the briefest glance over his shoul - slag.

Soundwave.

[bigfuckinggun]

Orion might not have it in him to swing the Forge extremely hard, but it's a very heavy hammer, and getting attacked by his prisoner is the last thing Megatron is anticipating – it crashes into the back of his helm with a ringing clang just as Rodimus seizes the Matrix, and he staggers forward with a snarl of rage, optics flickering. He clutches his head as he tries to regain his bearings – in a moment or two he'll be rounding on Orion (or the space where Orion was, if he's had the good sense to move), full of fire and fury, but that move has bought the Autobots a valuable sliver of time.