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[ceaseire]

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[ceaseire]

[ Between the two of them scrounging at the bottom of the barrel until their fingers bled for anything ranging the numbers to swell the ranks and feed the starved war machine or the energy to stave off losing everything to attrition. Not a concept that was new to them. Megatron perhaps looked to Soundwave most in want of a contemporary who knew what it truly meant to have crawled from the bottom rung of the social to breaking the damn thing entirely. More than he should, and he knew this all to well. Even know Terminus's warnings of the dangers of attachment echoed in the back of his mind. Only echos. ]

Indulge my concern. It's not solely on my back alone the Decepticon cause is burdened.

[ It was as close as Megatron came to offering gratitude. Retracting his hand he feels even his innermost energon freeze as his knuckles rake gingerly against the side of Soundwave's face just below the seam of his faceplate which was never removed as far Megatron knew. Megatron snaps his hand to his side and in one great stride physically separates himself as far away from Soundwave as he could. Back turned facing the window. ]

You have your orders.

[infomatics]

[ he never forgets at they are in a war. they have crawled and killed, and so much of what makes him up isn't what he was anymore. from a shadow in the corner of the street, prying for information for his contractor, to the comms officer in a planet-wide rebellion, his orders, his missions, his goals, they align with the decepticon cause. and no where, no time in his off hours does he forget that they are at war. it's only the briefest touch against his chin that takes him away for a fraction of a second - a moment he would reflect on later, much later - before he turns sharply, lest his pause was seen as hesitation to follow the order.

he pause, near the entrance. his posture doesn't change so much as the feel of him does - the way the stands still, head cocked to a direction of a secret in the subfrequencies or some other bullshit. ]

Overlord ...approaches.

[ it's a while later when he sees megatron again. he doesn't question the new patch work and marks. ]