Entourage

From Megatron's POV, pre-movie and pre-war. By the way, if anyone wants to leave a prompt for these drabbles for me in the reviews, go ahead and I might just use it if I can think up a story to go along with it :)


My entourage is considerable, for such a short state visit.

The council think I am paranoid. Perhaps this is a fair judgement, but then they do not come from the hostile, energon-for-energon, mech eat mech society of the guardians. I wouldn't be the Lord Protector if I wasn't constantly watching my back.

But my elite are not standing around me because I am paranoid, or worried that the council will try and dispose of me during my visit (not that they could; these twenty guardians are my elite for a reason).

I like to think of it as a display. My elite stand around me, silent as death, calm and guarded. The terror is barely concealed in the dull blue optics of the council members - perhaps now, I allow myself to think somewhat smugly, they will stop asking me to appear in their slagging towers. They stutter, focusing on my face so they will not have to look into the hollow eyes of my elite, but it doesn't do much to calm the council - I am by no means beautiful. I am a beast in their eyes, barely tamed, baring my fangs, sharpened to perfection.

But then there is Starscream.

My second is just as disconcerting for his beautiful symmetry, handsome face, smooth wings. They flicker their optics between him and I - too scared to look into my ferocious face, too disturbed by the deathly quiet of my darling.

For all his flaws, it's moments like this that I am proudest of him, when he isn't making snide remarks or sarcastic comments, when he is silent and terrifying. This is my second in command. This is a beauty, even harder to tame than I. This is a traitor that would dispose of me sooner than all of the council put together, that only I can keep in check. I draw myself to my full height, centimetres away from the ceiling of these pathetic council rooms, and my second stands to my right, poised and elegant.

My entourage is considerable; but it's Starscream and I that are the real threat.