“That is up to Lord Megatron.”
“Conversion then.”
“I think more like death. But it isn’t my duty to punish you. I only have to bring you to him.”
Gigatread watched this moment with wide-eyed facination.
Amazing.
He thought.
Perhaps the oracle really does exist.
“Eh, it depends on how practical Megatron is. If he’s feeling rational, conversion, if he’s not, death. He needs all the help he can get and there are only so many spars to go around.”
After a few back and forth, the group then leaves.
“Old bucket-head is anything but practical… Gasp! Why did I say that?!”
His memories seem intact. But he’s clearly non functional. So the problem must be elsewhere. He began to dig through other functions in his mind.
“What’s the problem? It’s not like he can hear you can he?” Scaleraker asked, genuinely concerned about how violently she reacted.
His lack of functionality might be caused by all the damaged, sliced and broken parts, together with the mess that is his brain at the moment.
Such a brain damage might be ameliorated in the manner than Gigatread was using at the moment, but to fully fix him you’d have to open his brain entirely and undone everything that Scalpel did.
“I… I should not talk like this about my leader.”
“I’ve found that a leader that can’t take criticism is a bad leader. Halfshell for example. Sorry Terrormander.”
Gigatread stopped the process. Fearing that given his novice ability, he may do more harm than good.
He removed the thin apendages and retracted them back into his finger.
“I am sorry… I fear I am unable to help.”
“Eh. I got used to it.”
“I am not allowed to talk about Megatron like that! He salvaged my Spark! He gave me life!”
“YES!” Manta Rey yelled as she heard that Razorclaw lost after all.
She then slowly lowered his arms as she realised that everybody probably was looking at heard weirdly.
“I mean… Slag it!”
“Correction! If that file is true, that means it was the council that was responsible for the Vehicons, not Megatron. He merely took command of you. Regardless, no one is above criticism, me, you, megatron, Halfshell, no one.”
“Shut up, or I’ll drop you off and you’ll smash into a building!”
“Eh, I probably could take it, but I’m enjoying your company too much.” He said this with a crap-eating grin on his face. One of his favorite things to do was to mess with Skyblazer back in the day.
“Come on! Why not!”
Razorclaw shouted. More upset at the fact that she lost, rather than how Backstop was still as good as a comatose mellon.
“I’m inexperienced. I lack the skill to do what is necessary.”
Gigatread explained.
“Shut up! Just shut the slag up!”
“This leaves us with only one option…” Manta said, a huge grin on her face, knowing what Razorclaw will have to say.
Scaleraker chuckled. “Good to see some things carried over. Alright, I’ll stop. I just had to see.”
“Say it and I will claw your eyes out and put them on my necklace.”
She growled. Though the threat wasn’t a serious one… Probably.
She growled.
“You just can’t stand loosing, do you?” she said, folding her arms, still grinning.