Ok but I love the idea of Megatron and Optimus with Megatron (originally, in Optimus’ mind, this terrifying, ancient, but ultimately brilliant and responsible as hell, I mean he runs an army warlord) basically being a terrible influence and talking Optimus into doing all the dumb shit he was too uptight to do in the Academy (and then, too miserable to do).
And Optimus is just having the time of his life.
And meanwhile, Megs is in a similar position, because he’s never taken the time to do all that dumb shit, either – never had the opportunity, never had anyone with whom he could unwind like that – and he’s likewise having a blast …
And Strika just shakes her head and cleans up after them, because finally the big dope is happy.
It just occurred to me a lot of people look at TFA Optimus and go What A Cinnamon Roll lol. I do enjoy those posts but that’s someone who was ambitious to meet “the enemy,” was a trained soldier, handled danger stoically, and pretty much was ready to kill
Watch the first episode and you will see.
And last episode when he told Megatron he didn’t deserve death. (Death on the battlefield would at least be an honor wouldn’t it. He’s just as ferocious as Megatron.)
my favourite example for “hardcore straight to business things” op does is during transwarped. sari is at their base, recovering from her deadly upgrades as megatron-controlled omega supreme is attacking detroit.
well, megatron’s going to freaking kill them, so optimus tells ratchet to get ready to use this child—this small human child that they have been protecting and caring for for a whole season—and to turn her back into a weapon.
they don’t end up doing this of course, because ratchet is all about his morals, but optimus went right for that. the fact that she was a friend or he would be putting a child into danger had no apparent bearing on his decision at that time. you have no choice but to fight dirty when you’re faced with impossible odds.
and there was that one time bulkhead brought in the constructicons. optimus remarked that he didn’t think that the constructicons were capable of learning anything but pounding more motor oil. there’s that initial distrust and discrimination. he later remarks that they still have a chance to become autobots, but what a contradiction, when he didn’t believe in them in the first place?
you are so right with the way megatron contrasts with optimus in tfa. that’s a thing i didn’t even think about. like… when optimus reaches out to people, it’s genuine, but ultimately stilted and awkward. he means to help with all his spark, but he doesn’t know how to express it. megatron, meanwhile, reaches out perfectly. he tells people exactly what they want to hear as smoothly as silk. but, ultimately, it’s artificial. he doesn’t mean a word.
s4 tfa AU where megatron accidentally reverts optimus into a protoform, and no matter how much of an evil warlord he is he cant bring himself to kill a defenseless sparkling
omg I’m just imagining Optimus being COMPLETELY unconscious of the danger he’s in, not giving one single rat’s ass about it, and being curious and adventurous and so not only does Megatron wind up with a defenseless sparkling he cannot kill, but scooping the sparkling out of all sorts of rediculous danger no one should be capable of getting into OH MY PRIMUS AUTOBOT DO NOT TRY TO CRAWL INTO SOMEONE’S THRUSTER WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT HOW DID YOU SURVIVE TO ADULTHOOD THE FIRST TIME.
“Silence, Blitzwing.” Which of course did nothing, but he did not expect it to in the triplechanger’s current state. The question was, which was more aggravating? The Decepticon babbling nonsense when he was supposed to be at his post… or the round Autobot protoform chirping at him from his cupped hands and doing its best to roll right out of them and onto the hard, unforgiving floor?
Right now they were both distractions Megatron couldn’t afford. His escape from the Stockades had been a near enough thing and his sensors still stung from the impact of the Magnus Hammer. It had only been luck that flung Optimus Prime in its path (well, luck and also Lugnut’s careless enthusiasm) and perhaps something more than luck that the little Prime had been wearing the Allspark Key around one wrist when he brought it up defensively to block the blow –
Well. Luck, or fate, or whatever superstition one wanted to believe in, Optimus Prime had disappeared between the Hammer weilded by his unlucky Autobot compatriot, and the tiny Allspark Key. The only bits of him left had been the axe he weilded, the Key itself – and a round metal sphere that quivered where it lay.
Naturally, Megatron had made a grab for the Key – blasted Autobot interference prevented THAT from coming into his possession – and failing that, the freed Decepticons beat a hasty retreat from Cybertron aboard a stolen ship.
It did not take long to discover the protoform magnetized to his wrist joint after that.
But now what to do with it? Megatron frowned down at the little thing as it rolled in circles in his palms. The identity was obvious from the circumstances, made even more obvious by the twin audial antenna and the bright blue optics that stared up at him.
“As always,” Megatron told it, “you have no instinct for survival, little Autobot.”
It had the audacity to beep cheerfully at him, and Megatron tried not to feel a little endeared toward it for that.
“We also found this.” Megatron opened his servos to show Strika the protoform, which immediately tried to roll off his servos. He caught it with the ease of practice. There had been a lot of practice on the trip over. He was mildly surprised the Autobot was still alive.
Strika offered a finger–bigger than the protoform–for it to inspect. “An Autobot protoform,” she said.
“Yes. The very Autobot that defeated me on Earth. There was some sort of interaction with the Allspark.”
“Mmm,” said Strika, as the protoform somehow managed to magnetize itself to her instead of Megatron, and began determinedly inching its way up her arm. Beeping happily the whole time. “And what do you plan to do?”
Megatron sighed. He honestly didn’t have a good plan. Something in him rebelled at the idea of using the little thing as a hostage. Of disposing of it in any way.
Strika was giving him one of her Knowing Looks.
“Raise it, perhaps?” she said, and Megatron, though he wanted to scoff at the absurdity of raising an Autobot, knew that was absolutely what was going to happen.
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