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[Oh good. In front of Megatron with no back up.

...

Too bad Ratchet has a functional mouth and a hatred of untruths.]

You'll forgive me if I disagree.

[Well naturally.

Soundwave is pretty used to these moments by now, he just dips his head in mute acknowledgement, still working over the console diligently as he awaits the usual speech]

[ Megatron may or may not waste his energy on beating the piss out of Ratchet. Taking the Autobot medic would give them a tactical edge, so Ratchet smashing is high on his list of things to do.

He turns himself around after he let his feelings be known, and he looks to Ratchet with look of pure hatred on his face. ]

Of course, you would. [ Megatron grates, as he strides towards Ratchet with his right hand clenching into a fist. ] And those miserable pests would have been left alone, if they didn't decide to meddle in the affairs that don't concern them. [ He doesn't give a shit about the humans, or he didn't up until they involved themselves with the Autobots. For a time being t hey were simply treated no differently than the humans treat an ant or cockroach. Their and if they get underfoot, they risk being turned into a grease stain with little care. ]

But I don't find fault in having more ammunition to use against that soft piece of scrap you call a leader.

[Can't teach an old dog new tricks, and Ratchet will never learn how to shut up. Consider it a character flaw.

And probably a fatal one.

He's fucked, he's so fucked. He's not Optimus, he's no Prime. He barely makes it past Megatron's waist. He punched him in the face once and look where that got him.

But he's to proud to tremble and grovel. He sets his jaw and prepares to dodge a blow, curling his hands into fists]

If you didn't see fit to infect their planet with your presence, this wouldn't be a problem to begin with.

[ Megatron is pissed off with the constant human involvement as of late, and he is anything but happy. He paces along the Nemesis' bridge with his hands behind his back, and with an angry scowl on his face.

He could care less about Starscream being beaten into scrap, and he found some enjoyment keeping the seeker in a part's bin until he felt Starscream worthy of Knock-Out's time. He stops, and he lifts his head up to look out over the horizon of the planet they're now calling 'home' until such a time they can either rule it or return to Cybertron. ]

They did not think I would have forgotten what had happened to Breakdown. [ He grates. ] Nor will I have forgotten what they've done to the rest of my soldiers. The time of ignoring them like an infestation of Cybertronian fleas, is over.

[ He thinks, taking out a large city while tempting might prove to be a bad idea. As pesky as the humans are, they do pack one hell of a sting and Megatron isn't stupid. ] If the humans seek to involve themselves in our war then I will show them no mercy. For tonight, I seek to let them know that The Decepticons will no longer ignore them.

[Of course, Soundwave is, as he usually is, completely ambivalent about the human presence. If it bothers Megatron, it bothers him, more or less, but they've never been too worrisome to the ever frighteningly competent Communications Chief.

Breakdown wasn't brilliant.

The Eradicons aren't exactly stellar examples of Cybertronian wit either. And he's not Knock Out's biggest fan or Starscream's favorite either. ... Actually he doesn't really care for anyone outside of Megatron. So long as the warlord lives, everything is fine in Soundwaves universe. He holds no particular grudge against the obnoxious sentient sacks of water this planet boasted as their most intelligent life form.

He dips his head again, carefully memorizing lines of data and committing them to careful sections of his units and drives. Megatron will most assuredly leave an impression on them. Whether it's by vaporizing a city or just systematically killing all earths leaders one by one.]

[ Megatron brings his fist up into the air, and he goes to send it flying square into Ratchet's jaw. He knows he has the medic outclassed, but gaining a tactical advantage is high on his list of things to do.

He laughs aloud at the idea of the Decepticons being the ones responsible for infesting planet Earth. ]

Oooh, and you would like to think that the Autobots haven't played a role in this infestation! And if you would dare to even think I'd doom the Cybertronian race to extinction, you have another thing coming for you, Autobot! [ He really does believe his shit doesn't stink. But that's a good tyrant for you! ]

[Well it's a good thing he telegraphed that attack. Ratchet manages to duck under it, merely by merit of being absolutely itty bitty, trying to scramble back. But that's probably as fast as an old bot like him can get. Mowing through a hoard of Eradicons is one thing, but Megatron is no mook.]

At what cost?! The lives of seven billion people, Megatron! That's not a simple casualty, that's genocide!

Ngh! [ Megatron is not about to give up despite not hitting Ratchet. And of course, he's playing with intended victim. He sneers and continues to walk towards Ratchet, with his optics narrowing. ]

There's other lives in this universe that are far more valuable than a planet populated by ant-droids!

[ He charges at Ratchet again, and he attempts to bowl him over with his shoulder. ] And the energon reserves on this planet alone make the annihilation of the humans worth it!

[Ratchet isn't good enough to avoid that, Megatron is unfairly big and unfairly fast. He jumps to the side, Megatron catches his shoulder, and the medic hits the floor, trying and failing to get up immediately after that and cursing his age]

There is nothing that makes any sentient life in this universe any less important than the other one, you can't pick and choose who lives or dies!

Nothing is worth this senseless murder, Megatron!

[ Megatron comes to a grinding halt, and he turns himself around to head walk back to Ratchet. With the Autobot medic on the ground, Megatron goes to slam his foot into Ratchet's (chest/back?) with a sinister grin on his face. He didn't care about the humans up until now, and his plans for them were going to come after the defeat of the Autobots. ]

Oh! But I can pick and choose anything I want to Autobot. It is the Cybertronian race that is far superior to anything out there in the cosmos. [ And yet they're almost extinct. ]

Is it now? They opted to interfere with our war, and they will face the consequences for their actions. I may have considered a far better use for them than cannon fodder for Hardshell's horde of insecticons.

[ He's still not about to let Shockwave out of his lab, he needs his Chief Scientist to do wonderful science things. Maybe he'll be kind enough to some of the humans, and allow for some of them to become lab rats. Lab humans? He chuckles again to himself.

Even with a seeming less amount of troops at least when compared to the Autobots, it seems that even they run the gambit of having war tipped into the favor of the Autobots. And that is something Megatron doesn't seek to have happen. And with some of the recent squabbles among his ranks, Megatron has very few among his own Decepticons that he trusts.

Perhaps he should have allowed for the rank of 1st Lieutenant to fall simply on Shockwave's shoulders. And if he wasn't in such a need of numbers, he would have scrapped Starscream long ago. Everything rests on a delicate balance, a balance Megatron seeks to tip in his favor, and his favor alone. ]

I will see to it that the closest human habitation is leveled into the dirt. And I will show them no mercy when we are on the field of combat. [ Like it matters when they get in the way. ]

[Ratchet doesn't even like humans, but he doesn't think they all deserve to die either. He was no barbarian, he followed the Autobot creed. He's slammed back down onto his back with a heavy grunt, trying to level Megatron's foot off his chest and off of him. No dice, it just isn't working]

NO! E-every... every race is equal-!

[He wouldn't have said as much just a few months ago, but his mind has been changed since then. Megatron is soon rewarded for his crushing attack. With a goddamn sword being jammed into his leg, the medic using the other to ram it into the foot on his chest]

[ Megatron stumbles back just a little bit, and he then goes to grind his heel into Ratchet's chest. The features on his face contort into a fierce grin, and he is sure he can beat some sense into Ratchet. ]

Are they now? Who poured that nonsense into your neural net? Was it Prime?! Prime is soft, and he shows no concern for what matters the most.

[ And just as he crushes down, and with his attention drawn to speaking, he feels the sword go into his leg and foot. His grin fades, and he does his best to hide the pain with a hostile look on his face. His reflexes have him pull his foot away from Ratchet, and a slick trail of energon begins to leak from his leg and onto the ground under him.

It hurt. It still does hurt. And it has him pissed. ] I think I've played with you long enough!

[Ratchet is one of the more stubborn Autobots. Even if he hasn't ever fully agreed with Optimus, he would follow him until the moment he died. Which, it seems, might be sooner rather than later. The moment Megatron's foot comes off him, he's up again, wheezing and shaking, but still alive.

And he isn't going to stick around for this fight. He has no backup, and he has nothing to prove against the warlord. Optimus would definitely not condemn him running. The Autobots need their medic.

So he transforms and turns tail, burning rubber out of there as fast as he goddamn can.

He doesn't know if he can drive faster than a Cybertronian jet, but he can certainly try.]

[ Megatron turns around, his fist clenched and his fusion cannon ready to go. He's had enough, and he points it at the fleeing car and he fires a few blasts.

Giving chase is something he's considering, but for now, he waits to see what damage has been done. ]

Go back to Optimus, and let him know this planet and its resources belong to the Decepticons! [ He looks down at his leg, and the pool of energon forming at his feet. He might not be a doctor, but he knows when not to give chase. And this is one of those moments. The only thing keeping him here is to see if any of his shots hit. ]

[Well, the good news is, he's pretty far away. Not far enough to be considered gone, but pretty far.

The bad news is, he can kiss his rear wheels goodbye, and that shit's attached to his legs. Great. No great perfect, he ruins Megatron's leg, and he gets a leg ruined in return. No that fine.

~~It's not fine~~

Ratchet transforms and skids hard across the ground, gritting his denta painfully.

Well... how lazy is Megatron, more or less, does he look like he's gonna walk all the way over there?]