Author's Note: Went to the beach today. Got a massive sun burn in the process. (My legs! They burn!) I be in pain currently... But I was not gonna let that stop me from updating! *strikes a heroic pose*
Warnings: Megatron thinking. Le gasp!
Disclaimer: I do not own the amazingness that is Transformers.
The Supreme Leader of the Decepticons sat on his throne. Pondering.
Now, Megatron pondering is not like normal people pondering. No, when normal people, or bots, ponder they are probably thinking about mundane things. Like when I ponder, I'm normally thinking about science things, or Transformers. Or my plots. These are things that no one should fear (accept maybe the characters in those plots). However, when the Mighty Megatron ponders, all living things in the area should run for their lives. For when he ponders, the things that his mind explores tend to lead to a lot of death. Preferably with explosions and fire. Lots of fire.
So when the other Decepticons saw their great leader pondering upon his throne, they quickly decided that that spontaneous patrols (despite their still injured state) was a good idea.
Megatron took no notice of his subordinates' actions. He was still very deep in thought.
Now what might this great evil overlord be thinking about, you ask?
A great many things. Most important of all those things was the last battle he had had with those insufferable Autobots.
Something was different. Something had changed with them. Especially with their leader.
The semi had attacked him without fear. There was a new sense of determination in his optics. And the way he moved! It spoke of millions of years of experience that bot he had fought once or twice did not have. That bot could have not been more than a few thousand years old. The one he had fought... He was a battle hardened warrior, who had fought viciously for vorns.
And the other bots on the repair crew? They seemed to have changed too. The medic, he didn't even pull out his magnets. The yellow annoying one, he hadn't pulled out his stingers. The ninja did pull out his throwing stars, but he cut himself in the process. The only one that had pulled out his specialty weapon and known how to use it (besides the Prime) was the green awkward one. In fact the green awkward one was the only one acting normally...
The large grey bot angrily ground his fist into the arm of his throne. Why did this happen? What happened to his enemies?
Why could the Prime beat him so easily?
Megatron continued to ponder these things, long after his subordinates returned from their inopportune patrols. Finally, he came to an undeniable truth:
He missed the Prime he fought just a few days before.
Not that he would ever admit to it out loud to anyone.
*grins* Fun chap. Hope you enjoyed getting into Megs' head with me! Don't stray too far though, 'tis a dangerous place in there...
(it's a shortie, I know, but my brain died)
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