Earth’s AtmosphereMegatron wrote: "If the mission is completed flawlessly, the Autobots will be none the wiser as to our presence. But I have contingencies in place that allow for our discovery and for the infiltration of this world to be moved forward, regardless."
Thrust nodded, smiling. He was beyond grateful that his question was the first one acknowledged by their mighty leader. ‘Thank you, Lord Megatron. We, your warriors, shall endeavor to bring glory to the Decepticons’ and your glory,” he said, not expecting a reply.
As grateful as he was, he couldn’t help but wonder why a warrior of his skill, not to mention those around him, would be needed on such a mission against being that weren’t a threat.
Surely one of the ‘Waves (Soundwave or Shockwave)
could come up with something for this occasion? Why are our talents wasted of such pathetic lifeforms?He was about to voice his question as
Megatron handed over the Q and A to
Flamewar, but his logic circuits clicked on just in time for him not to speak.
Doing so would only make him appear afraid of beings that were virtually unable to harm any of them. Such a display of weakness would shatter his carefully constructed mythos he’d worked too hard dispensing Autobots to create, and how would he recover from such a downfall? He doubted if even Megatron could climb out of that potential chasm. Not that he intended to voice that, either. No, he would remain his usual confident self as he’d follow orders and squash any fleshlings that got in his way.
He was heartened by a simple fact:
Surely, if Megatron is leading us, there shall be glory..
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Thundercracker listened to the questions being asked. They were the typical ones a group of soldiers were expected, if not meant, to ask, so he decided it best to wait and watch.
The mission did sound simple and straight forward enough, and just the type of mission to get a mech’s processor on straight after a layoff. It all made sense. Maybe too much sense, but that also gave Thundercracker pause.
Had he become so accustomed to questioning everything to the point he trusted no one in command? He didn’t think so. He had good intentions and the future of the Decepticon forces in his spark.
Maybe it’s time to allow things to proceed naturally. I can’t save everyone, can I? Who would expect me to? He knew the answer to that, just as he knew it was habit he couldn’t break. But at least the flesh bags wouldn’t be too busy killing each other off to stop them.
The irony that the Decepticons were going to help the humans do to themselves what the Transformers had been doing for millions of years wasn’t lost on him.
Just another thing to clog the processor, he thought, and would have sighed had he been capable of doing so.
Thundercracker was so lost in his thoughts he almost didn’t hear
Skywarp.
Skywarp wrote: “Well, it looks like we’re finally going to see some action….maybe. Or at least our avatars will. Don’t know how I feel about that.”
That caught Thundercracker by surprise and he couldn’t help but smile.
Skywarp was too blasted good at breaking through his serious side, even if it was unintentional. It was probably good for him, but he’d never admit it openly. Not that he had to; there were few secrets between the two of them. Leaning toward
Skywarp and keeping his voice low, he replied, “Interesting point. I hadn’t thought of that.” Something about it struck him as odd, but he couldn’t put a finger on what it was.
Skywarp wrote: “I guess we’ll have to change our outer appearance again to match the colors of the local jets. Good thing I remember how from our last mission. Heh. That was embarrassing having the likes of Brawl remind me how.”
At that, Thundercracker’s smile broke wide open and he had to stifle a laugh. A slight chuckle still escaped, though. “Bet it was the highlight of his vorn. Wonder if they’re green or tan this time. What do you think the odds are one of us picks a civilian vehicle by accident?”
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Seeing Megatron hand things over to Flamewar caught Dessicator’s attention. Not that she had to work hard to gain it. So far, she seemed to be the only one able to pierce his “battlefield” shell. She was also the only one he could or would stop shelling an area if she was in it.
It was a quandary he hadn’t been able to figure out, but he also wasn’t too sure he wished to at this point. The damage was done, so to speak. He briefly wondered if he’d be able to show that kind of restraint toward his new friends?
At least, it’ll be my avatar and not me doing this, right?The question bounced around in his processor. He didn’t really expect an answer, but it did lessen his anxiety about shifting into his combat mode around his friends. If this, and Flamewar’s presence, helped, he wasn’t about to ignore it.
Looks like I may be able to enjoy the company of others this time.He waited as patiently as he could, but his hands kept clenching and unclenching as he waited for
Flamewar to speak. Even a mundane phrase would be welcome to his receptors.