[ Within a week after the anti-D.R.A. riots culminated with Nyon being razed to the ground and Zeta Prime lighter from the shoulders up - Megatron had not suffered from any untoward optimism that putting a bullet in the head of one despot thoroughly dislodged that thorn in their sides entirely. Zeta's attempts to rebrand Cybertron; sterilize history and the darkest facets of the Senate put into motion consequences felt on boths side of the war outliving its progenitor long enough that whispers of the New Institute were still heard when the big push for total war in off-world theaters of combat were in the finals stage.
It had been no secret, given that entire chapters of his compulsory autobiographical works, that Megatron openly denounced all facets of the Senate with Shadowplay or any fundamental removal of agency inflicted on his fellow Cybertronians. That he called it a perversion in the worst sense, but never went deeper even in his flagship work than moral outrage. Megatron put up a good front about indulging such rumors with only superficial regard of their legitimacy as a concern of morale. All the while the Decepticon Secret Service was combing through Cybertron for even the slightest hint of the New Institute. Tracking disappearances, sudden changes in behavior or upswings of suicides.
No one questioned nor even had the slightest inkling the depth of Megatron's understanding of mnemosurgery and all unanimously agreed it was one part of a larger plan to dismantle the archaic Senate. This was not untrue, but it all came to a head when Soundwave went MIA under mysterious circumstances. When that happened the DSS and by extension the entire Decepticon power structure was rendered deaf dumb and blind. Megatron answered with one word.
Overlord.
You send a strike team for extraction - there is almost a tried and true ratio for the number of bodies required for the almost surgical precision needed for a rescue operation. The Infiltration protocol was in its infancy but there was not being oblique with mobilizing Overlord. You send Overlord when you want the earth salted and everything left standing a smear on the ground.
No one questioned nor even had the slightest inkling the depth of Megatron's understanding of mnemosurgery. No one looked twice when Megatron barked loud enough to send tremors through the floor at everyone present in the room to vacate the room immediately when Soundwave was reported alive and en route. Megatron stood stock still alone in that room, body tense as trip wire until he heard the small sigh of automated doors sliding apart. ]
As was expected.
[ Megatron rarely gave praise even in his best of moods - even to Soundwave. When he turned slow on his heel, facing Soundwave - it was apparent now that he held something small and blockish in his hands - an ultraviolet light stick. Megatron took one step forward with the slow, loping strides of a large predatory until he was a hairs breadth from Soundwave. A large grey shadow hanging over him.
His next words were noticeably thick, laced with fraying agitation masked as being terse despite present company knowing better. ]
no subject
It had been no secret, given that entire chapters of his compulsory autobiographical works, that Megatron openly denounced all facets of the Senate with Shadowplay or any fundamental removal of agency inflicted on his fellow Cybertronians. That he called it a perversion in the worst sense, but never went deeper even in his flagship work than moral outrage. Megatron put up a good front about indulging such rumors with only superficial regard of their legitimacy as a concern of morale. All the while the Decepticon Secret Service was combing through Cybertron for even the slightest hint of the New Institute. Tracking disappearances, sudden changes in behavior or upswings of suicides.
No one questioned nor even had the slightest inkling the depth of Megatron's understanding of mnemosurgery and all unanimously agreed it was one part of a larger plan to dismantle the archaic Senate. This was not untrue, but it all came to a head when Soundwave went MIA under mysterious circumstances. When that happened the DSS and by extension the entire Decepticon power structure was rendered deaf dumb and blind. Megatron answered with one word.
Overlord.
You send a strike team for extraction - there is almost a tried and true ratio for the number of bodies required for the almost surgical precision needed for a rescue operation. The Infiltration protocol was in its infancy but there was not being oblique with mobilizing Overlord. You send Overlord when you want the earth salted and everything left standing a smear on the ground.
No one questioned nor even had the slightest inkling the depth of Megatron's understanding of mnemosurgery. No one looked twice when Megatron barked loud enough to send tremors through the floor at everyone present in the room to vacate the room immediately when Soundwave was reported alive and en route. Megatron stood stock still alone in that room, body tense as trip wire until he heard the small sigh of automated doors sliding apart. ]
As was expected.
[ Megatron rarely gave praise even in his best of moods - even to Soundwave. When he turned slow on his heel, facing Soundwave - it was apparent now that he held something small and blockish in his hands - an ultraviolet light stick. Megatron took one step forward with the slow, loping strides of a large predatory until he was a hairs breadth from Soundwave. A large grey shadow hanging over him.
His next words were noticeably thick, laced with fraying agitation masked as being terse despite present company knowing better. ]
Show me your neck.