#nemesis playdate

[monumentalmistakes]

here-have-some-feels:

I keep meaning to send everyone who participated in the Nemesis playdate some music but I either forget to do it or can't chose a song.

That said, here's yours, Lord Starscream. I feel as though I should offer some sort of congratulations. It's not every day a Megatron dies.

My apologies for getting it to you so late.

«I have no idea how long ago you sent this.»

In the morning light let my roots take flight Watch me fall above like a vicious dove They don't see me come, who can blame them? They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why

I won't fall asleep I won't fall asleep

Hey yeah, don't let 'em know we're coming Hey yeah, tiptoe higher Take some time to simmer down, keep your head down low Hey yeah, tiptoe higher

From your slanted view see the morning dew Sink into the soil, watch the water boil They won't see me run, who can blame them? They never look to see me fly, so I never have to lie

I won't fall asleep I won't fall asleep

Hey yeah, don't let 'em know we're coming Hey yeah, tiptoe higher Take some time to simmer down, keep your head down low Hey yeah, tiptoe higher

Nobody else, nobody else Nobody else can take me higher Nobody else can take me higher Nobody else can take me higher Nobody else

Hey yeah, don't let 'em know we're coming Hey yeah, tiptoe higher Take some time to simmer down, keep your head down low Hey yeah, tiptoe higher

Hey yeah, don't let 'em know we're coming Hey yeah, tiptoe higher Take some time to simmer down, keep your head down low Hey yeah, tiptoe higher

[primes-dont-party]

NE: Was there any particular reason you invited me to move in with you guys? I'm not complaining about the offer but it seemed more than a little surprising.

-Long exhale followed by a beat of silence-

You are a liability as much as you are an ally.

To offer a place among us was another measure to ensure your safety when I am able. I do not condone your insistence on involving yourself in our matters, but that places you among the potential targets for our enemies to extort.

After taking part in the siege of the Nemesis, you have effectively become a soldier, despite my personal objections.

[purplelightningbug]

{A Message from Shrapmun about the Nemesis Playdate}

{Hey guys! I wanted to thank everyone for being so kind and allowing me (a total tumblr noob) to play with you! It was a real honor, and I had a lot of fun! So thank you very very much, and I hope to play with you all again soon! Much love from me and the bug!}

[ask-smokescreen]

After seeing Megatron finally taken down, Smokescreen's first instinct was to grab his right arm, and in particular, pick the phase shifter off and put it into his subspace.

All in all, this didn't exactly go as well as he expected. Still, it was worth it for the experience, he reasoned. It was actually- he couldn't pin down what wasn't quite right about it to him. He wasn't actually feeling as pumped as he thought he would afterwards. Maybe it was since he came in so late, or because his arm got cut off, or maybe even because it wasn't the Megatron in his universe, but it was disappointing for him.

He'd soon go back with Arcee, after seeing what he could do to get his right arm back in working and attached shape.

[blue-and-black-hero]

Riou stares a good while at the piece of metal he took from Megatron's blade.  Perhaps the use of his wish was a rather silly one.  After all, there was nothing saying that, even if Megatron's spark did somehow find it's way back to the Allspark that anything would come of it.  After all, the concept of reincarnation?  With robots?  How did that work?  But...he'd like to think so.  After all, Megatron went back free of his torment and suffering.

He was sent back to the well not as the Warlord, but as the Gladiator.  And maybe that would count for something.  Even a little.  The metal would become part of a reminder of the man it belonged to.  Riou slowly lifted one of his hands, cupping it.  There it was.  The barest flicker of red against the sea of blue that was his own field.  He'd keep it safe with him for now.  Until such time as he was ready to use it.  He placed his hands together, squeezing them.

For now he'd merely rest.  He'd earned that much at least.

[blue-and-black-hero]

"Not counting Steve because he was nice enough to surrender, my total count was 35 Eradicons defeated, all non-fatally.  And one Insecticon drone killed."

"I do believe that record is mine now."

[blue-and-black-hero]

"I really need to tally up my Eradicon count...let's see.  First patrol was five...then there was those four.  ....Carry the two.  Oh wait, that didn't count because that was Steve.  Still a cutie even in an alternate universe..."

"...Does the Insecticon get counted separately, or do I count it as multiple of drones?"

[purplelightningbug]

Endless Wait

Shrapnel was pretty sure he was wearing a small track in the floor of Starscream's room, thanks to all the pacing. He had brought Energon to the combatants, and retreated back here as ordered. It was frustrating though. True, he wasn't much of a fighter, and he didn't want to get in the way, but on the other hand, he just wanted to help everyone. And instead, he was stuck here waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And waiti- was that a roar? That sounded like Megatron. Shrapnel decides to follow it (because screw safety). He creeps through the hallways towards the sounds of the battle that rages. Peeking around a corner, he notes Soundwave and the Prime pretend to fight, then attack Megatron. But what he's really watching is Starscream. He was finally taking on Megatron. Confronting him. A slow smile spread onto his faceplates. The Seeker was finally going to have a good moment. He watched on, until Optimus offlined Megatron for good. Incredible. He looked at Starscream, expecting to see happiness, but saw only more fear. The Seeker was afraid of those around him; terrified that they could turn on him at any second. And so he transformed and flew off, leaving the site of the battle. Shrapnel sighed, staring after him until he could no longer see the flare of his engines, then crept onto the battlefield. There was a subdued murmur; judged from the general looks on faces, he figured it would be best to stay out of the way. He moved to one side of the room and began to set up cubes of regular mid-grade; just for refueling, not for getting drunk. He wished Starscream were here though...