#fallenfromglory

Had Raf checked his surroundings more closely, he might have caught himself before he nearly walked into the line of sight of who he assumed was the Decepticon leader.  With a sharp gasp, Raf stumbled back and dashed the other way, finding a tree to hide in.  What was Megatron doing out here?!

"Lord Megatron!" he exclaimed out of impulse. But then he remembered what Dreadwing said about him moving under a different management. He quickly cleared his vocoder and corrected himself. "My apologies. I mistake you for someone else."

You are Always Forgiven, Megatronus.

SS: ...Lord Megatron..? *Starscream gives the alternate Megatron a weird look, unsure how to react.* Um.. welcome to my blog, .. my liege..

Noire had been staying on the autobot base for a short while until she heard back about her status on Warshell's ship. She was excited to finally be doing something with herself. She had set herself off to fixing some of the doors in the base. Mainly one of the main ones that was always getting stuck. She'd gotten her doorwing stuck in it so many times it was beginning to drive the femme crazy! She took a soldering iron and was hanging from one of the pipes on the ceiling, upside down, soldering one of the gears of the door so it would glide more smoothly and connect to it's appropriate wires. She was grumbling, there was a dent in her doorwing because she'd gotten it caught not an hour ago. Which is why she was doing this project. Her doorwings twitched in pain and aggitation as she worked. She kept a good grip on the pipe she was hanging from, she was bending at a strange angle but it didn't seem to bother her as she worked.