by AFTRHR » Sat Nov 20, 2021 10:25 am
- Weapon: Railgun
Meeting Room
The tension that had suddenly gripped the room was one that no one could have anticipated, but yet there was not a shred of doubt what the game plan here was. Megatron had come prepared, and that too with all his cards out on display. The information from Omega Supreme was an ill omen for what was to come, but Magnus had not anticipated the woes to arrive when they did.
With the Warden of Garrus-9 in chains, their options for putting up a fight had become paper thin, and even with the Trion, they had little hope of doing much in the way of taking on both Scorponok and Megatron's forces simultaneously.
"This is a decision I never thought I would have to make," Magnus said, optics focused where Megatron's hologram used to be. Fist clenched, he continued, "We have but half a day to decide for the fate of not just ourselves, but of the planet. If Maximus is incapacitated, then you are right, Prime. This is a fight that we may have to put down our guns for."
There was a moment of pause where the silence felt like a kiloton of force pressing down upon everyone, and Magnus put his hands together in thought. It... wasn't going to be easy, but he had heard every bit of what Megatron had said.
"If he wants us to discuss the terms of our surrender, we must negotiate them well. We may not win, but at the very least, we must tilt the scale in our favour as far as possible. Megatron wants to revitalise Cybertron. We have an absolute need to ensure that the imprisoned are safe, and also to prevent as much damage to this planet as possible."
A dull glow shone across the commander's optics. "Mechaforming is not the same as rebuilding a dead home. At most, they could extract the energon reserves on this planet and leave. Unless they are hellbent on turning this world into a colony, I would much rather prefer to stick to his own words. If Cybertron is what he wants, then this is not the world for him to ravage under the guise of mechaforming."