From the Black

"I'm quite unimpressed with your home world. " she smirked. "Only have folks come visit out of necessity. That's pretty lonely. " her posture relaxed some.

The message caught noire off guard but she quickly followed Reqs request. She found herself shifting her weight back and forth as she waited for the smaller mech. She was nervous. She knew Megatron, she knew he would be gentle, but she still worried none the less. Her spark fluttered in her chassis as she counted the cycles. Where was Req? Was she sure she wanted this?

The minibot boarded the ship, flicking slush from her collar and shoulders as she approached the bridge. She flashed a tired smile at her conjunx, and reached for her servo before sending another message. [[Vocalizer’s out, but at least we’ve got this and chiro, right? Thank you for doing this with me, by the way. I’m kind of nervous, but ready to bridge when you are.]]

Noire nodded and offered her servo to Req.it was a habit she had when she was nervous. She held on to her conjunx. "We're ready" she spoke aloud. A bridge soon followed. She looked to the smaller bot and gave her servo a squeeze. "I love you."

The message caught noire off guard but she quickly followed Reqs request. She found herself shifting her weight back and forth as she waited for the smaller mech. She was nervous. She knew Megatron, she knew he would be gentle, but she still worried none the less. Her spark fluttered in her chassis as she counted the cycles. Where was Req? Was she sure she wanted this?

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“Ok. What news have you got?”

Requiem set the datapad aside, and stood to wrap her arms around her partner’s waist. “Well…I f-found my bearings, and…ah…I a-asked Megatron for the b-brand.” Her digits traced a seam along Noire’s back as she beamed and continued. “We t-talked a little, and he s-said yes. Just wants a few cycles to prepare.”

Noire seemed surprised. “And you’re sure this is what you want?”

She nodded, and rested her chin against the split in Noire’s chest armor. “Mhm. I’ve been doing a l-lot of thinking. Some reading. This is s-something I’ve thought about for a while now, but only r-recently found the resolve to a-actually do.”

Noire smiled softly. "Ok. Then I won't stop you. I'm proud of you. " she traced along Req's back, her systems humming pleasantly.

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megatron started the decepticons as a working class revolution to save the lives of mistreated and ‘disposable class’ tfs from the senate that kept up a functionist regime that discriminated against tfs based on what kind of vehicle or tool they turned into. the symbol of that senate was what eventually became the symbol of the autobots (who opposed the decepticons for being Too Violent and not Working Within the System to fight for their freedom, never mind the fact that the decepticons were an initially peaceful movement that tried to go through senate-approved channels and were rewarded by being murdered and tortured into submission) and now megatron wears that symbol on his fucking chest. i hate this comic

Noire smirked and waved. "Thought I'd see what you were up to. " she mused

NOT TAKING ANY RISKS

Bless up this crimun

AGAIN, NOT RISKING

DO YOUR STUFF, RINGO!

I’m finally getting my will to live back!!

::I know. I’ve been helping where I can. I offered to help with the energon refineries since that’s what I do. ::

::I know. I've been helping where I can. I offered to help with the energon refineries since that's what I do. ::

“Ok. What news have you got?”

Requiem set the datapad aside, and stood to wrap her arms around her partner’s waist. “Well…I f-found my bearings, and…ah…I a-asked Megatron for the b-brand.” Her digits traced a seam along Noire’s back as she beamed and continued. “We t-talked a little, and he s-said yes. Just wants a few cycles to prepare.”

Noire seemed surprised. "And you're sure this is what you want?"

"Ok. What news have you got?"

He shrugs at this, humming in irritation at the generalizations of his frame. Just how many times would this occur? Perhaps it would be easier to give into said accusations and be a monster. Dirge shook off his thoughts at Requiem trying to cutesy explain his mods. A valiant effort. The clone sinks to all fours before flopping on his front, now more interested in hearing their conversation than partaking in it. “Hmph..” @nolongerneutral

"Fascinating. I've converted some organic materials to energon before. Namely human fuel materials but not various other objects. You'd think with the energon crisis your cluster faces they would adopt that mod. Then again those Autobots are crazy. So I suppose that's the trade off. " she commented, taking note of Dirges behavior. He was huge so having to look down at him seemed strange. "It's a smart mod. "