Can you do 7 for the Transformers prompts?
Boy this one was popular. Hope you both enjoy it!
Despite popular belief, Lugnut and Megatron’s friendship is a two-way street. Megatron does listen to Lugnut. And when Lugnut disagrees with him, it’s a serious red flag. It takes a few solar cycles to realize the random transwarping was caused by a plasma dynamic thruster. Eager to escape Starscream, Lugnut discovered a small room within the ship that just barely comfortably fit him. Not big enough for a berth, but Lugnut had long figured out how to recharge without such luxuries. He ripped a panel off the wall and hotwired himself into the circuitry below and slept sitting up.
The dreams were immediate and they were clearly Omega Supreme’s thoughts. Lugnut had suspected this might happen; he’d dealt with Titans before. But the contents were surprising.
Omega was scared. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, much less his friends. He didn’t want to fight and he felt bad about having to. He just wanted to protect people.
“Ratchet,” he would cry, “I’m scared. I miss you, Ratchet. I don’t know what do.”
It hurt Lugnut’s spark to hear. This wasn’t a hardened Autobot. Omega was like any other cold-constructed mech; young and forced into a role they neither understood nor desired. A mech the Decepticons had sworn to free.
Manually controlling him now felt a lot like Shadow Play. A lot like what had happened to Lugnut when the Council stole his face. Something he had sworn to put a stop two.
On the fourth solar cycle, Lugnut approached Megatron.
The Decepticon leader was in a rare moment away from Starscream and the bridge of Omega Supreme.
“My Lord,” Lugnut said tentatively.
Megatron instantly straightened. While he was certainly one to pit Lugnut and his other followers against each other in a bootlicking contest, he did actually did value the brute. And that tone meant it was time to pay attention.
Lugnut was tapping his pincers together nervously and avoiding optic contact. “I’ve been thinking…about…Omega Supreme. I, erm, hotwired him for some recharge away from Starscream’s nagging.”
Megatron smiled dryly. “A wise course of action.”
“While recharging, I have been privy to some of his thoughts. What I found was…well, Ithinkwhatwearedoingiswrong.”
Megatron blinked, his CPU whirling to decipher what Lugnut had just said. “What?”
“What we are planning to do to him, using him to fire on his friends like a puppet, it’s Shadow Play, my Lord. He’s just another cold-constructed mech just like…you. The kind of mech we swore to save.”
Megatron was quiet for a moment. “But we are saving him. Once the Autobots are destroyed…”
Lugnut’s optic darkened. “You’d have to rewrite his personality for him to ever see that as a good thing.”
Oh. That would definitely be Shadow Play, Megatron thought. He shut his mouth and listened.
“Using him to hurt Ratchet would be like you being forced to kill Terminus. I have seen his memories of the medic. He is a mech like Terminus and has been a good mentor and friend to Omega. We can’t do this; it’s wrong!”
“Then what are we supposed to do?” Megatron asked sincerely.
“Let him cart us off to Trypticon Prison and let the rest of our people starve and dwindle to extinction? Give him back to the Autobots so he can kill us another day? What should I do?”
Lugnut’s voice was soft. “You once believed we could find peace between the two Cybertronian races. If it is to be done, Optimus Prime is the leader the Autobots need. Together, you two could change things. But first, we have to change. Tell me, would Terminus approve of the things you’ve done? Of how you’ve driven Starscream to hate you, he who once saw you as a sire?”
Megatron fell silent for a long time. So long Lugnut almost left.
“No.” Megatron turned away. “Set a course for Earth and raise the truce signal. We will try peace one last time.”
