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Characters: Soundwave, Any Decepticons Location: Crew Quarters Content Warnings: n/a Plot Summary: Soundwave is taking a roll call of the Decepticons aboard the Nemesis. A duty he has taken up recently to keep track of those that are able bodied to perform duties on ground.
The reflection of a data pad could be seen upon the smooth visor on the Communication Officer's face. Check, check, check. The sound of a digit tapping the screen could be heard as Soundwave stared at the screen, only to glance up to take in account of the many drones that were under their command, his command. Then text only seen by him displayed on the inside of his visor.
Vehicon Roll Call Complete
Beginning Named Individual Roll Call
His glazed optics stared at that text. Though the text soon vanished before him, allowing him to observe the many individuals before him. Some of which were out of line, others in line. He could only guess that fear stood their pedes still so he can have a good head count. His digit tapped the screen when he found the first individuals in his list.
It had been a long time since a roll call had been conducted. Certainly none had been performed since his own arrival to Earth, and now that he pondered it, Dreadwing could only vaguely remember the last time he had attended one. Had it been before the Battle of Technahar? Or prior to the Exodus? The Fourth Battle of Iacon?
In honesty, Dreadwing felt less like a high-standing officer of the Decepticon armada and more like a lowly cadet having to report in. He could see the logic in having lower-ranked soldiers file in and line up - they had to keep a count on how many Vehicons there were, after all, given how many they regrettably seemed to go through in battle - but it was, in his mind, redundant to have the higher-ups come to have their name checked off from a list. Soundwave knew he was not dead, or missing in action, or off wandering the galaxy like so many of their kind.
His unimpressed mood was palpable and obvious, but neveretheless, the seeker reported to the prescribed gathering place. Dreadwing might not be pleased, but he would obey orders and perform his duty to the Decepticon Cause. He could at least appreciate the neat organizational approach Soundwave took to this task, systematically working through the ranks to determine who was present and who was not.
"Commander Dreadwing," he obediently said when his turn arrived.
(I use the text from my writing sample... don't hurt me! D=)
Megatron walked the corridors of the ship. His arms were crossed behind his back. He was in his thoughts. He thought back to when he was a gladiator, strong and glorious. This time was terribly changed. It was his fault, but he refused to admit. The cause of his misfortunes were the Autobots. This thoughts didn't annoy him even more. It had been so long as the war lasted! Yet he did not know why, but he always had admiration for Optimus. Jealousy, too. He was chosen as Prime in his place! Megatron wanted that his destiny becomes great. The council had refused him, so he forged her own destiny. No need to Primus to do it. No need them. No need to be a Prime. For him, anyone can do what he wants and no fate is determined by advance. Now… it's time to end all of this, and start something new. Something great. Something that will make him fit into the History… Forever.
He arrived at the command center. The door opened automatically. On entering he heard Dreadwing. He was a very loyal, and he was relatively pleased with him. He passed next to him while other soldiers deviated to let him pass. The leader went to take his usual place alongside Soundwave. He turned to the Seeker. He said nothing, staring at him few seconds and watched other soldiers after that. Even if they were not arranged in rows, they were not enough stupid for you not step aside when their leader arises. If Dreadwing want a "hello" from his Lord, he will need to say it first.
The data pad that the dark blue Seeker held was turned slightly to show the list of individuals. So far, the Vehicons were all accounted for. At least the ones that survived this long. Dreadwing was accounted for as well.. Then Megatron's name was checked off seeing as he approached Soundwave. No reason to not take his attendance when he is right there! The list showed a few unchecked names, though Soundwave had just begun his roll call. A few minutes should show who was present here.
Slowly that expressionless mask turned to Megatron, reflecting the red optics of the leader in the smooth visor. A slow shake of the head was given in response to the question posed. Nothing to report, or rather nothing out of the ordinary. Slowly that visor turned to show the reflection of Dreadwing before giving a slight nod to the other Seeker.
Unlike most of the ranks, Dreadwing did not utterly fear Megatron. His Lord and Master was strong and powerful, yes, and there was no denying that he was dangerous, but the only fear within the seeker’s spark in regards to his leader was the fear of his own failure - a perfectly healthy and normal amount of fear, in his opinion, for a Decepticon to have. If Megatron chose to turn his infamous wrath upon him, he knew it would be due to his own incompetence as an officer and thus it would be deserved. Such thinking could only be born out of blind, unquestioning loyalty, and Dreadwing was one of the most loyal Decepticons that followed him.
Other Decepticons scrambled to clear a path and trembled in Megatron’s mighty wake, but Dreadwing merely inclined his head in greeting. “My Lord,” he intoned faithfully.
And then he inclined his head to Soundwave in acknowledgement. “Vehicon numbers are well within acceptable parameters, I presume? The Armada has only suffered a few losses of Eradicons lately, which bodes well in our struggle with the Autobots.” As a captain of the Armada, he’d kept a close watch on the number of troops, and of the troops under his own command in particular. Not a single Eradicon under his command had been lost since they’d been assigned to him, something that pleased Dreadwing greatly for it spoke of his competence as a leader in battle.
Poor Moonwing, who had completely lost track of time and had nearly landed herself in a heap of trouble! She had gotten so absorbed in her studies that she’d forgotten that she had a place she had been ordered to be at a very specific time. When she’d realized her error, the young seeker had immediately bolted from her preferred studying space - an unused observation lounge on the deck five - and practically ran through the corridors in hopes that she’d make it in time.
She skittered into the assigned room and hurried to join the line. Roll call had just begun, but, luckily for her, she was only a few minute late. Her tardiness, she hoped, would either go unnoticed (for she was merely a young soldier in training; surely no one would pay much attention to her!) or forgiven.
To her surprise and great alarm, Lord Megatron was present. Moonwing suppressed a shiver of fear, and her wings immediately tensed in barely-hidden terror. Ever since arriving on Earth, the young seeker had been utterly petrified of the Decepticon warlord, borderline irrationally so. Moonwing had little reason to be afraid of Lord Megatron. She had not done anything wrong nor had she purposefully aroused his ire. She was a model student, obedient and malleable, completely susceptible to the indoctrination and propaganda of the Decepticon Cause. And yet… she was greatly intimidated by his size and his stare.
The young seeker kept her head down, and hoped that no one would take notice of her.
Soundwave was for Megatron probably his best element. He almost never fails. That's was the principal quality that Megatron research in his soldiers. They need to be strong, usefull, but not too much intelligent. It was funny to thing that Starscream was the opposite of that, but he's totally without luck. Poor guy. Dreadwing, for exemple, was strong, intelligent, but totally loyal to the cause. No matter how, the leader of the Decepticon always have control on his “followers”. Even when they are really young, like Moonwing.
The purple one seemed to say that there is nothing to report. Perfect. Yes, few 'cons wasn't here, but it's normal. It's the war. Always. He just take an eye to those who present. He didn't respond to Dreadwing. He was talking too much to say anything, but he did n't tell him to shut up. Losing his loyalty would be very... problematic.
After that, Moonwing arrived. He had seen her. He slightly narrowed his eyes at her. That meant she had to be more careful next time. He would not, however, scold. She is young, and she does only little errors. She may be doomed to a great future with him. In addition, he was put aware that she and Predaking seem to be friends. Touch her would make the dragon angry. Very angry. This was untoward, now she was almost untouchable. Even Megatron hesitate to compete against the beast.
He finally look at Dreadwing, again. He walked up to him.
- I see that you did not lost any member of yours. So now I put at your orders an additional team. Do not disappoint me.
He was cold, but he was Megatron, the powerfull and great leader of the Decepticon.
- And her, too.
He nodded toward Moonwing. Yes he spoke of her.
- I know that you train her with your brother. But now you will taker her with you in mission. We can not always keep her here forever, even if she can die during her first mission… And teach her to be on time.
He added, before walking toward her, staring into her optics. He wanted her afraid. That was the goal. If she was afraid, she did not ask his "friend" to protect against him.
- Am I making myself clear?
He went back to Soundwave, without waiting for the answer.
- Soundwave, make sure that Skyquake take the second unit to his command. This one lost to much soldier.
Poor guy in charge of the second unit. He was here to listen it. Hehe.
He did not react outwardly when his Lord and Master complimented him (or, rather, gave him the closest thing to a compliment anyone would ever get from Megatron), but internally he was incredibly pleased.
Dreadwing raised a brow at the comment upon his student, turning his attention to the seeker in question. Any poor behaviour on her part reflected upon himself as her mentor. He watched as the poor young bot practically quaked under Megatron’s unimpressed gaze, but did nothing: she had brought this upon herself with her tardiness. She ought to be grateful that their Lord and Master was so merciful.
“I will not disappoint you, my Lord,” The seeker said obediently, dipping his head, before shooting Moonwing a very stern look. Oh yes, they would be having a discussion about this later on! “Her training is coming along well enough indeed: I shall start having her accompany us on missions, and sending her out on her own on reconnaissance. I am certain by the time I am finished with her, you will be most pleased with her progress and her skill as a warrior.”
Skyquake arrived just on time to witness his master giving the young seeker a dressing-down, as well as his sudden and unexpected promotion. When he came out of the pod, he hadn’t expected to be much except for a grunt, just like in the old days. However, it seemed that Decepticon numbers were indeed much diminished, so every Decepticon soldier who had proved their worth at some point or another tended to get a high-ranking position.
It was an honour, of course, though not one Skyquake was sure it suited him. Even if he didn’t count his long stasis, it had still been a couple of centuries since he had been in charge of a squad or unit. And he had never worked with Vehicons. Eradicons. Whatever they were called now. In any case, while Skyquake doubted himself, he trusted his master, so he didn’t give voice to his doubts.
He slipped into place next to his brother and bowed to his lord. “You honour me, Master. I shall do my best not to disappoint you.”
Then he glanced at Soundwave not really sure of how to present himself now. Was he a Squad Leader? A Unit Captain? A Commander like his brother? He settled for the best answer he could give without making a mistake:
“Decepticon Skyquake, reporting for”—for what was he reporting, exactly?—“roll call.”
The walking, silent computer ran through the list of individuals at present. Decepticon Vehicons and Eradicons seem accounted for. That is, those that survived! Yet there are always the lucky few that can make it through. He triple checked the list while others spoke so freely.
Scans Still Ongoing
Continue Scans
His smooth visor lifted to reflect what was before him. Moonwing was first in his field of view, where he focused on such a small one among so many that were taller. It was... Interesting to him to say the least. Her name was checked and accounted for without so much a glance to the data pad Soundwave held.
Megatron was already checked off in the list before he even entered the room. Why was it? Only Soundwave could tell you. Now came Skyquake as he entered and was promptly assigned his role given by Megatron. Accounted for and holding more power. This brought a hidden smile under that mask as the owner of such a smile began to calculate how long he would be able to lead. Then again, with all his intelligence, he was proven wrong at times. He corrected that.
There was really no reason for her to, especially not now that she had melded once more into the uniform faces of her brothers. Although she knew that she was different, especially when it came to her pronouns, she really didn't care to STAND OUT. It just wasn't her style. Besides, standing out got one killed, and that didn't fall into her plan.
She stood behind Starscream as Megatron moved along the line, her visor dim, but definitely tracking the warlord. At the very least, she would notice when he finally came before him. She would notice when he addressed Starscream. Otherwise, though, V's attention was no longer on her leader. She had other things to worry about. She had to make sure her fellow Seekers were still all right. She had to ensure they were fueled, that they still had a multiple of three.
Three was important in Seeker society; at least, that's what Starscream had told her. If they were going to be his Seekers, then they needed to adhere to that. Either way, she had a job to do; a job that Starscream had assigned to her, and V was not about to let him down.
Moonwing was afraid, and this pleased the Lord. This child needs to feel his power. He's her leader after all. He needs respect and perfect obedience. Now that was done, he take a quick look to Skyquake. His return was in perfect time.
- I hope so, Skyquake.
The two brothers was great, but even more powerful together and this could be a problem, like Moonwing with her beast friend. The Decepticon -in general- are not so different from the Autobot. They have relationships too, and every strong relation aboard was a problem. The ones who like each other prefer to help and save their “friend”, even if they don't call themselves like this. But who don't have feeling? … Soundwave? Ha! No. Megatron don't trust that. He is pretty sure that under this mask, his “partner” smile sometime. Or maybe he don't have mouth? No matter. He don't wants to see what is under this mask. He's great like he is actually.
He look at Skyquake again. He come front of him, stop, stare at him without say nothing, and started to wall in the room. He was going at the end, and returned. He did this continuously, hands in his back.
- We are Decepticon. I can not allow weakness in my ranks. If someone is learning, we need to learn him what is strength. What is power.
He continued walking ominously.
- This youngling… “Moonwing”, needs to learn this lesson: We can not focus on feelings. Feelings are for the weak. If you weak, you are dead.
Then, he stop to Dreadwing again, and did a dissatisfied face. Something was clearly wrong with the words of the seeker… Or maybe something else. Something big and who is a real problem. He know about Predaking and her, and he can't allow this relationship.
- And when you can't save yourself with help too. What you did is great, Dreadwing… But there is slackening in your learning. Predaking will not be always here to save her life. The needs to learn how to be a soldier. This is why your brother will officially join you in your task. Don't allow her to see him again before she can hold a weapon properly, defend herself, and kill. I hope that is clear?
His face darkens. It was a good strategy. Use the brother was clever. Skyquake had no mercy and Dreadwing prevent him from going too far in learning. She would learn faster and harder. But what interested him the most is that green robot was perfectly follow orders about the beast. It "seems" they do not like each other. Yes, everything is known on board. Thanks to Soundwave. This would enable him away from the animal, and therefore can break the link between them. This could also make them even closer, but it could easily turn this to his advantage by using it against him.
- You are lucky today, Skyquake. You are double graduated. It is not a first, but it is honorable.
This sentence is perfectly say front of Dreadwing. After all of this, he take a look at the other. This three are not the only ones here after all. They are many vehicons and seekers too. He take a look at all of them. One take his attention. V3389. He don't know his “name”, but something was… Interesting. He don't know what yet, but there is something. He come front of this one.
His armor was something of a shade that allowed him to become blanketed in the darkness all too easily, as he stood distant from the rest of the Decepticons, listening intently. His visor was offline, as he remained beside other vehicon ground forces—strangely enough, the ground forces were arranged on the opposite end of the seeker vehicons, the two lines forming perfectly parallel to one another. It was strange, though. The vehicons who were supposed to be the ground force units seemed to distance themselves from one of the areas of darkness, where Sv-19 stood wordlessly.
Sv-19 noticed a seekeress vehicon standing at attention with her own brothers. Like him, she was prepared to be looked over—so it seemed. Sv-19 straightened himself, permitting his deep crimson red visor blare to life, as his dimly colored armor was lit ever so slightly by its’ light. Sv-19 inhaled, Lord Megatron himself was in the room, checking over everyone, even the vehicons it seemed.
Sv-19 eyed the vehicons standing around him as he remained at attention. He couldn’t help but notice none of them were his fellow espionage model vehicons. None were familiar or slightly personalized masks. Not even slightly different scars marked these vehicons as entirely unique. He was amongst brand new vehicons. SV-19’s servo’s itched for a blad to sharpen upon his fore-arm, however, he resisted such a temptation. However, a small blade slipped into his servo digits from his gauntlet, which began to energetically spin and flip inbetween his fingers, his servo expertly catching the miniature blade expertly. Other than these movements, Sv-19 managed to remain still, as well as enshrouded.
As soon as she noticed the Decepticon leader heading her way, V straightened her spinal strut. Silver wings lifted to attention, and her visor brightened. The Eradicon knew that she could not mess this up, especially not if she wanted to stay on Starscream's good side. He had been kind enough to her already by allowing her to join his formation. She COULD NOT ruin that.
"V3389, sir," she answered when the warlord asked his question.
For once, she was glad she had a visor and not optics, as she took a moment to glance him over. He was taller than she remembered, with wider shoulders. It was obvious now why her commander feared him. Not respected, though, as she did with Starscream. No, none of the Decepticons (except, perhaps, Soundwave) respected Megatron. They simply FEARED, a trait unbefitting to a true leader.
Not that V could say such a thing aloud, although she desperately wanted to. She wanted to confirm to her Commander that he had been correct. But she could don't do that; not in the Nemesis, at least. Who knew what-- or even who-- might be listening in on their conversation?
As much as she wanted to say anything, ask Megatron what he wanted even, she knew it was best to keep her vocalizer silent. If he wanted to ask her a question, he would. If he wanted to move on, then he would. Either way, it was not up to her.
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