“Megatron, do you really want the high popular music—“
The leader, actually, the apprentice currently, is a little bit snappy.
“Of course!” He snaps through the comnlink. “She keeps mentioning ‘music’ that I don’t even know of. It’s just…so….Un…” He stifled a fake cough actually to having picked up a human ‘word’. It’s hard to imagine Megatron saying this. But for those who worship him it’s not that hard to do so. “Cool.”
The message board blinks
“Anything that begins with J?” The board read.
“Just one.” Megatron corrects Soundwave.
Honestly, The Satellite hadn’t done so much music transferring in stellar cycles; Ivy’s repeatedly asking to ‘broadcast’ an episode from some serials to entertain the others certainly strained his connection to Cybertron. However, it did show an increased fighting skill for some of the newer onlined Decepticons (thanks to the allspark) ,who demonstrated this improvement during training practice when Soundwave had been ordered to record it just in case this could be useful to train the next generation. When there is not the internet from the humans lying around. They were living due to the use-age of some other food source similar to Energon and Oil: Energoil.
The board blinks a hesitating light blue.
“Will transmit in a few solar cycles—“
“Do not test my patience!” He roars at nothing. “What’s with the lag?”
“Entertaining the troops is no easy task.” The Message transmits from Soundwave
He feels glad The Other Decepticons were being tutored by Starscream on the above ground floor…and Ivy somewhere safe from his hearing this unlikely conversation. Megatron rolls his optics. Great. I’m having a competition with a fleshing. This is so absurd. Yet, on the other hand to show he knows more than meets the eye…he is deadlocked on competition.
Megatron couldn’t touch what he thought about this unusual human. Nor the vibe she gave off. And… an energy signature that has been somehow coming from Ivy. It’s not like she’s turning into an Autobot or---He opens his clutch seeing a formerly cracked pair of 3-D paper glasses. A different human had come in to his world just that last year claiming to have been watching a Spy Kids movie before getting shot dead by him. It’s just a pair of strangely made spawned paper. He crushes it into pieces.
Megatron terminates the comnlink,
He lets go of the cracked 3-D glasses.
The view reclines from the outside of Cybertron showing it glow a light blue through cracks and crevices in the planet’s spikey out-terrior. The light dies down. Though the Decepticons, who were roaming under the ground are capable feeling the movement that struck shortly sending heavy tremors throughout the dead planet. A best reasonable guess is something happened down inside the dead, alien planet that has bodies stacked through the sharp-pointy areas picking away from Cybertron’s formally flat surface. The ground trembles beneath Megatron’s large feet.
“Weeee!” The girl is heard gleefully shouting, being sent flying down the hall waving her arms. “This is so much cooler than riding Gavatron!”
Megatron shook his helmet.
Fleshinglings cannot fly!
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