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The quarters Megatron had been given weren't very big but he decided would suffice. Turning on the light, the room lit up enough to reveal the simple insides. It was a two rooms -this one is the equivalent of an office- with the entrance of the sleeping quarters toward the back of the room on the left.
On the opposite side of the wall -adjacent of the main door- was a desk with a simple computer setting on top. The maps Majors had delivered moments before sat neatly stacked on top toward the side. Two chairs sat in front of it, a records(1 case that had very few records sat on the right wall, a couch sat on the left wall close to the door, and a large view screen sat attached to the wall opposite it.
In the second room was the sleeping quarters. Just as similar fashioned. A one Transformer sized recharge berth, another view screen, and a small desk.
Megatron retrieved the maps and went into the next room. Locking the door behind him, sat down on the recharge bed, and turned on two of the maps. The much larger map was shaped like a scroll that opened up from left to right. The next map was of a holo-projector fashioned. A medium sized cube that with one touch of the domed top it would project a decent sized Touch Map.
Megatron leaned over toward the small desk beside the recharge berth and dimmed the lights so he could get a better look at the maps.
Before he realized it several breems had past. Lying back Megatron admittedly felt his optics start to get heavy. Leaning his head back and sat their staring up at the ceiling for some time before finally drifting off into recharge.
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The halls, just as before, were dimly lit but for some reason they seemed more eerie and quiet. He could even here the machinery behind the dark walls working and occasionally cricking like a monster of some sort was trying to get out.
'I know I saw it around here some were', saying just under his breath.
What he was referring to was the shooting range he had seen when he was first escorted to the control room. With the word shooting range and armory engraved onto the door frame in Cybertronian.
"There!" he said a little louder than attended to.
Luckily the door was unlocked. For as long as he could remember he had always gotten the urge to go to the some place to practice shooting. Either because he was staying in a new place, was in a foul mood earlier that day, or just couldn't sleep.
Megatron still remembered the first couple of weeks when they made the Nemesis there temporary base of operations on Earth. He often found himself that the shooting range late at night practicing. It was a habit he never seemed to quick.
"Couldn't sleep I guess. I known the berths are bad, but still . . ." came that voice Megatron was still getting use to.
Snapping around to his right toward the sound of the voice. Focusing his optics he could see the eerie glow of a pair of blood red optics looking in his direction.
Leaning against the wall, one leg crossed over the other, her arms crossed over her curved chest, that rememberable half grin planted on her face.
"No, not really, but I always seem to take me a while to get settled in a new place." softly
Raising an optics ridge, "And you came to the shooting range because?"
Shrugging on shoulder, "Old habit", letting a small grin escape across his face.
Looking around this shooting range it wasn't as nearly as big as the ones in Darkmount or the Nemesis, but no less impressive. In the small room just behind him the walls were lined with all kinds of weapons. Five other booths sat vacant just ready to be used.
Megatron turned his gaze toward the armory, "Those part of your collection?"
Gazing in that direction, a triumphant grin evident her face. "Most of them, yes."
He turned back toward Silver, a smile on his own face, "Bet I known how you got them to."
"Speaking from experience our we?"
"Possibly."
"Heh, that's my little secret," waving a finger "besides no one was using them afterwards."
They both started to laugh at that.
Megatron turned back to the target on the other side of the room and started to fire rounds at it. The pore black, white, and red target was already scattered with holes and scorch marks.
"How are the planes coming?" saying after stop firing at the defenseless target
"As planed."
"That's not an answer." Not looking at her.
"You asked so I answered. I don't have to get into detail when it's not needed."
"I have an army to control and there's no telling what that lunatic air-commander of mine is planning back at the Nemesis."
"I sounds to me you don't have very good control of your army as you let on. Besides they most likely think you dead."
Before Silver realized what was happening Megatron was standing over her looking down on her with fiercely narrowed blood red optics.
"Watch you tongue", he barked
Silver stood straight, tall, and just narrowed her optics in a similar fashion as the Decepticon commander. Silver made a sound like a snort and made her way toward the armory. Megatron watched her every move.
"So what's your defect?" he questioned a slight edge in his tone "One minute you act all soft and listening the next you act like got a sword up your exhaust pipe."
The dark silver femme stopped middle way of the rack of weapons. Midway between rifles and pistols.
"That's just me. Deal with it." She said bitterly
"You have a mouth on you, you known that?"
"That's nothing unusual."
Megatron clenched his fist and starred daggers at the back of her head. He watched as she turned around and walked back to the booth next to the one he had been using. A blank look on her face.
"Are you talking about me or you, girl?" an evil grin crossing his face and saying girl with a little more emphasis
Silver toke one large step in his direction; "You know damn well who I'm talking about and it's not me!" she bellowed
Megatron toke hold of her wrist with a firm grip. Again the two found themselves staring each other down with narrowed optics. Silver jerked her arm away and stalked over to the booth she had chosen next to Megatron. He went to his.
"Let's see how good you really are." she said with a bitter grin.
"Let's."
Taking up positions at a booth they took up their chosen weapons, both toke aim and fired. They both kept firing until their weapons over heated. Each hitting dead center on their own targets on the other side of the room. Megatron looked at Silver from the corner of his optic.
"So have you ever thought about getting out of here?" calmly
"A few times yes but I have no motive to do so."
Silver waited for her pistol of choice to cool down and fired again. He looked at his own
"Major and Torch said that the planes want take much longer and they will call on you some time tomorrow for briefing. If everything goes as planed you'll be at Darkmount today after tomorrow morning."
Megatron didn't say anything he just nodded. Putting his pistol down he started to walk toward the exit.
"Leaving so soon Megatron?" asked Silver
"Yea, I'm in need of good recharge" suppressing a yawn
The dark Silver commander put her free hand on her hip and grinned.
"You don't like me do you?"
Megatron looked over his shoulder and couldn't help but grin back at her, his head remembering something she had said earlier.
"That's nothing unusual." coolly
"That's cold" grinning showing her 'white teeth'.
Megatron started to walk and moved toward the door and left, Silver just shuck her head and followed him out.
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Records: books
Transformers and all related char(s) belong to Has/Tak and co.
The femmes (Femme Con Team aka FCF) and the plot, belong to me
Names and characters are entirely coincidental