#wingedcommander

[facelessgunformer]

"Mommy's just checking in on you," Deathsaurus said as he gently patted Vos on the helm.

Not that he isn’t glad that he isn’t in trouble yet, but that was still... unexpected. In a good way. Do keep petting, Mommy. 

[mnemoiisms]

Dragon of a Deathworld

Two days.

Two days were all he needed of Deathsaurus to get his routine in order for this ‘temp job’ under the warlord. His surgery was over, the Institute rostered for the next month and positions of power granted to his staff in his absence as tests of leadership in the face of his absence, and his habsuite organised for a cleaning drone to attend it.

With the last sweep of the berthroom for anything he would need in the next month, not that he thought the job would take so long but one could never be too sure, and Trepan was satisfied with his packing. Minimalist lifestyle meant packing was light.

All he needed now, was a comm link for a groundbridge to work. He would not be having such a thing open up in his habsuite. No sir! If Deathsaurus wanted him, he could pick him up from the parking bays. 

@wingedcommander

[therisingdarkness]

::Ping.:: Cepheus paused, then proceeded to hit the keyboard a few more times. He wanted to be sure that the communications hail went through before his carrier got back. ::Ping, ping, ping, ping.::

Megatron frowned at the incessant pinging, seizing hold of the errant signal before it could throw another notification his way. Identification tagged it as hailing from Warworld, and his immediate, chilling thought was that something had happened to Cepheus.

[[Yes?]] he answered, attempting to convey that he wasn’t the least bit bothered by this interruption.

[clinicixn-archive]

@wingedcommander ( from here )

Finials perking up a slight degree as Deathsaurus was pulled out of his thoughts, he turned to look at the medic with a somber expression. Nonetheless, he gave an acknowledging nod, wings twitching with the action.

“You’re welcome,” he said in the midst of a heavy sigh, gaze drifting to nothing in particular. His posture drooped, and he felt the bitter taste of regret burning at his spark. “I only wish that such an order could have gone out sooner.”

░✚░ There it was again. A weight on her spark. Did Deathsaurus know what Tarn had ordered his men to do? She doubted it, she couldn’t even bring herself to drag his name to the drawing board in such an uneasy time. Tarn had ordered her not to tell him, but her guilty conscious screamed at her. He had the right to know. Secrets always, it seemed, ripped everything apart.

❝ I know. But I will admit that we were all overconfident and rash in our decision making. If there was a way to change the past, I would go back in a nanosecond. I wouldn’t care about victory, or Tarn’s obsession, I would focus on getting everyone out of there. Because that...wasn’t a battle meant to be won..  ❞

[mnemoiisms]

wingedcommander started following you

Keep it quiet. Keep it civil. Keep it polite. 

“Death...saurus, right?” Don’t ask what he turns into. Don’t ask what he turns into. Don’t ask what he turns into. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”      

[facelessgunformer]

I have been told that you need a new mommy...

Vos likes to imagine you have been told that by daddy. Are you offering, then? 

[therisingdarkness]

∞

NAME: Megadeath (as if there was any other choice for them)STABILITY: Like a rock--few things can shake them out of this particular fusion, though they usually only come together for the singular purpose of protecting Cepheus; theirs is a fusion of great power, and thus requires a great deal of responsibility to properly control.SONG: Indestructible by DisturbedDANCE: Formal and respectful, acknowledging each other’s strengths in solid, heavy steps that have them twisting and turning until it becomes unclear which mech is in which position.SUMMARY: Megadeath is almost feral. Few things can bring this monstrosity under control, but make no mistake, there is a ruthless intelligence hidden between the dual-set of mouths filled with gleaming fangs. He is fiercely loyal to Cepheus and merciless when it comes to disposing of anyone who wishes the bitlet harm. PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: As close to Kaiju as these bad boys get, and, as a result, one of the largest fusions Megatron can form. Two mouths, six optics haphazardly spaced around the facial area, and razor-sharp wings in full spread at all times. Four arms (the better with which to hold Cepheus, or rip their enemies apart, you decide) tipped in long talons. Color scheme is blue and silver, with patterned gold and purple along the wingspan.

[therisingdarkness]

Warworld

Organizing his short leave took no time at all, compared to the indelicate planning his voyage to Gigantion required. The Vehicons were more than a little helpful (he suspected they tired of his presence, or recognized his exhaustion and supported any choice that got him away from the mountainous pile of work that awaited him every waking cycle), and, surprisingly, no one fussed this time around.

All for the better; marking his departure with a few brig sentences would have left a bad taste in his mouth, and he would have had to return to the problem regardless.

After leaving notice with Nightfall, Megatron gathered a few personal belongings (just in case) and hailed Deathsaurus from the edge of the Nemesis’ deck.

[[I am prepared to make the jump,]] he said. [[The coordinates I’m transmitting appear off the starboard side of my ship; I’ll be flying in, and will require space to land.]]