"Damus," he repeats, in that grandiose voice that had stirred a massive crowd to a red-hot furor just moments before. He ignores the latter part of Damus' statement, it was clear enough the mech was unhappy with the nickname thrust upon him. So for all intents and purposes here, it did not exist.
"I have heard of you before, Damus. You and I have much to discuss - in private."
A large hand - slick with the energon and grime of a thousand battles - guides him to a darker corner of the rally stage. His encouragement was a rather assertive order that could have easily come off as far more threatening, but the energy from Megatron was magnetic. He seemed eager to learn more of this new Decepticon-to-be.
The corner would give way to the jagged jaws of a torn up industrial tunnel, foul smelling chemical fluids and steam still seeping weakly down the center of the floor. Decepticon rallies were in every dark nook and cranny of Kaon out of necessity, and so each location came with it's own set of idiosyncrasies.
The crowd was thinned to almost nothing, bar a few of what Damus might recognize as close allies of the insurgent next to him. For all intents and purposes, it would be them and them alone.
Glitch freezes, letting Megatron guide him. His legs feel like lead as he forces them to move him along. Has he really heard of him before?
"You-- You have?"
the world closes in on them. Glitch hardly notices anything expect Megatron standing before him, totally and utterly enraptured. The hand on his shoulder sends fire straight to his spark.
Damus didn't need a face to show he was hypnotized by Megatron's invitation. The Decepticon feels it in the Cybertronian's sheepish movements.
"The destruction of the Academy is known even down here," he raises his arms to gesture to the industrial pit around them,"and only a fool believes the excuses presented afterwards."
It also helped that Megatron had other means of finding information on events like these. Of course, he wouldn't mention this.
"It was a tragic and cruel punishment, but what else would one expect of a Senate opposed to your very existence."
Glitch misses Shockwave. Orion is fine, but his mentor could never be replaced. Shockwave was the first person to ever see value in him. The Academy was his home.
His optic dims as he hangs his head for a moment. a flame of anger flickers to life inside him.
"They wanted to scare us into silence, but we will make them suffer. They will regret what they've done to us."
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Date: 2017-07-15 02:42 am (UTC)Though, he has to admit, he appreciates the respect that Megatron is showing him. It only makes Glitch think more highly of him.
is three months too late
Date: 2017-10-07 07:12 am (UTC)"I have heard of you before, Damus. You and I have much to discuss - in private."
A large hand - slick with the energon and grime of a thousand battles - guides him to a darker corner of the rally stage. His encouragement was a rather assertive order that could have easily come off as far more threatening, but the energy from Megatron was magnetic. He seemed eager to learn more of this new Decepticon-to-be.
The corner would give way to the jagged jaws of a torn up industrial tunnel, foul smelling chemical fluids and steam still seeping weakly down the center of the floor. Decepticon rallies were in every dark nook and cranny of Kaon out of necessity, and so each location came with it's own set of idiosyncrasies.
The crowd was thinned to almost nothing, bar a few of what Damus might recognize as close allies of the insurgent next to him. For all intents and purposes, it would be them and them alone.
i will wait forever
Date: 2017-10-09 01:09 am (UTC)"You-- You have?"
the world closes in on them. Glitch hardly notices anything expect Megatron standing before him, totally and utterly enraptured. The hand on his shoulder sends fire straight to his spark.
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Date: 2017-10-10 06:02 am (UTC)"The destruction of the Academy is known even down here," he raises his arms to gesture to the industrial pit around them,"and only a fool believes the excuses presented afterwards."
It also helped that Megatron had other means of finding information on events like these. Of course, he wouldn't mention this.
"It was a tragic and cruel punishment, but what else would one expect of a Senate opposed to your very existence."
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Date: 2017-10-10 10:21 pm (UTC)His optic dims as he hangs his head for a moment. a flame of anger flickers to life inside him.
"They wanted to scare us into silence, but we will make them suffer. They will regret what they've done to us."