Last game (TFA MegaOp)
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Standing before his cell, Optimus fought the urge to walk away from the scene as he saw the usual dirty grin from the warlord himself.
To think that he was tasked on guarding the notorious Decepticon leader cell for the night.
...Optimus was still processing that thought as he stood before the transparent container.
'I'm a repair bot, not an Elite Guard!' he said to himself. But alas, he obliged because he really didn't have any choice.
Sentinel placed him on duty after several guards had been reported injured or traumatised to the point that they had to replace the normal cell into a hardened glass one. No one dared to take on the offer of looking after the beast, so Optimus had to fill in.
(Sentinel vetoed his way on this one, as always.)
"Why, I didn't think I'd see you again so soon!" Megatron remarked, shackles clanging loudly as he moved to face the smaller mech. "One would assume that I'm the last person you'd ever wanna met, but clearly I've been mistaken."
Optimus kept quiet. He didn't know how to begin his sentence. The Prime had initially wanted to move on and let Sentinel take over this...mess, but a part of him held onto the last battle with Megatron and wasn't quite ready to part ways yet.
So yes, Megatron was partly right on his swords.
"Cat's got your glossa, Optimus?"
"So you DO remember my name!" Optimus's words came right out before he could stop himself as he snapped his helm towards the prisoners.
"And you finally spoke. Congratulations." Megatron retorted nonchalantly, all the while maintaining his aloofness.
"I-I - It's not-"
Watching the young fledgling before him making a fool out of himself, the warmonger decided to entertain the mech for the day.
"Ahem! L-Let's just get back to the topic, shall we?" Optimus cleared his voice box and spoke, narrowing his bright blue optics at Megatron. "You understand the...procedures tomorrow, yes?"
Tomorrow was the grand finale; Megatron's trial. The very day where the silver warlord shall face his charges against all of Cybertron's council members broadcasted for everyone to see.
"And if I decline being in the spotlight?"
"You don't get a choice in this, Megatron." Optimus hissed, taking a step forward. Little did he know, the chained down beast was all but toying with him in his digits.
"Then, pray tell, what must I do for tomorrow's... celebration?" Megatron rolled his optics, slouching back onto his berth.
Optimus faltered in his moves again, unable to speak. Though it was in his spark to capture the wrongdoer before him, it didn't sit right with him.
To know that Megatron would MOST LIKELY be sentenced to death penalty, he should be relieved.
...Unfortunately, his spark said otherwise.
"Done staring, young scout? Or are you in awe of my stature and perhaps wishes to admire longer, which in this case, I'd say you're doing so." The warlord's words snapped something inside Optimus and he lunged, slamming both servos on the glass screen as he glared at Megatron.
"Will you quit being so annoying!?"
"Ah, and the kitten bares its fangs at last." Megatron humoured, giving Optimus a tiny wave with his chained servos.
"Stop. Talking. " Optimus seethed.
"You're not saying anything, and the silence has been chipping my processor away like scraplets on metal. Be thankful that I'm ACTUALLY speaking, Autobot." Megatron dully left out the fact that he would choose Optimus over Starscream's screeching anyday, but that would be inappropriate for both of them.
Sighing, Optimus rubbed his tired optics and dragged a chair from behind before sitting down, facing at his nemesis.
"What? You're on a night shift?"
"Can you just shut up already!?" Optimus growled, trying his very best to not strangle the mech.
Megatron's smirk got wider as he saw how easily it was for Optimus to break. Comparing with the rest of his guards, this little one was, by far, the most entertaining one.
"As you wish then." Megatron shrugged, closing his optics as and laid back on the wall, crossing both arms in front of him with his legs over one another.
Several minutes passed by and Optimus caved in to the sheer amount of awkwardness, regretting his decisions earlier.
"Y-You...bored?" Optimus murmured, playing with his digits.
Megatron scoffed and turned to his left, ignoring the blue and red mech on purpose.
Flustered, Optimus pursed his dermas and chewed the insides of his cheeks.
"Well then. Stay quiet, I guess."
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"This is stupid. Just kill me already. Skip the trial and exucute me, you fools!" Megatron raised his voice, glaring at the Prime.
"That's the easy way out; you don't deserve it." Optimus coolly replied, further irking the silver Decepticon.
"The council is just wasting everyone's time! That....blue and yellow bastard wants to use me as an attraction. I'm a Decepticon, not a lion for a parade!" Megatron huffed.
"You mean Sentinel? I mean, he is egoistic, but I'm sure it's not like that." Optimus said, but his voice proved otherwise. Knowing his narcissistic friend, the mech would do ANYTHING for attention and a spot on the high council.
Groaning, Megatron shuffled out of his flat berth and stood before Optimus. He placed a servo on the glass pane, watching Optimus with his taunting gaze.
"What are you doing?" Optimus asked, raising an optic ridge. "You should know that the Elite Guards have just installed an electrified on these, right? Not afraid of getting a jolt?" he challenged.
"I've fought monsters and over throw governments for Eons. You think that a measly shock would-OW!" Megatron retracted his servos and flicked them a few times, trying to cool the stinging sensation from the seemingly innocent glass cell.
"WHAT THE FRAG WAS THAT!?"
"I told you; electrifier." Optimus smiled.
Growling, Megatron stood tall as he tried to intimate the guard, but Optimus wasn't a tad bit bothered.
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"Can you at least show some fear on your faceplate? This is humiliating."
"No. But I can offer you one thing." The Prime said, catching Megatron's attention.
"What?"
"A game." Optimus remarked. "To past time, if you want. Or you can go into recharge, get some rest. I don't know." he fiddled with his digits again, not meeting the warlord's optics.
Thinking for a brief moment, Megatron narrowed his ruby optics before letting out an audible sigh, relenting to the tiny bot's wish.
"What do you have in mind?"
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TIMESKIP.
"OKAY, NOW THAT'S CHEATING!"
"IT'S NOT! THAT'S HOW IT WORKS!"
"YOU CAN'T KEEP WINNING THIS, YOU AUTOBOT SLAG!"
"HEY, WHAT DID WE TALK ABOUT LANGUAGE!?"
Optimus and Megatron were bantering back and forth, staring at the holographic chess as they bicker loudly.
"What in the PITS?!" Megatron roared as he saw his Bishop was taken away by Optimus's Knight. "Okay, that's just slag!"
"Come on, let's end this." Optimus sighed, making a move with his Rook.
Megatron perked up as he saw his chance of overthrowing his enemy. Gesturing his servos, he made his final move.
"Checkmate." Megatron declared, displaying his signature smirk yet again.
Optimus blinked twice as he saw his King was cornered by Megatron's Queen and Rook.
"Scrap! I didn't notice that!" he clicked his glossa, frustrated.
"Pfft, this is merely child's play to me. After all, I am the master of tactical practice."
"Seconds ago, you were whining about me killing off your Bishop, but go off I guess." Optimus teased, resetting the game for them.
"Oh shut it, you had your fair share of glitching too. Remember when I stole your Queen away?"
"Yeah, but I won that round."
"Tsk. You won only twice. It's 5 over 2, young one."
"Maybe I could turn the tables around then. Another round?" Optimus smirked, lifting his white pawn forward. Megatron was about to move his when a group of Elite Guards walked in.
"Sir, we're here to take him away. It is time."
That made Optimus's spark stop. Checking his internal chronometer, he realised it was already the 0800 hour, and they had two hours to prepare Megatron for his trial.
"I win, Optimus." Megatron said softly as he got up, letting the guards secure him in more shackles and chains. Facing the smaller Prime one last time, Megatron fought the urge of pleading for another moment with him despite knowing that this is his last game.
"You won..." Optimus breathed out as he watched the large mech being brought away. Leading him to his gallows were the guards of unknown names, and a part of Optimus wanted to be there for Megatron.
With one last glance, Optimus raised the King's chess piece towards Megatron's direction.
"Checkmate?" he asked.
"Checkmate." Megatron smirked.
Megatron may won the game, but the Autobots won the war.