Megatron: *Has done quite a bit of thinking in regards to the Stunticon mess and has finally come to a decision. Rummages around in the closet he shares with Prime, digging through the crates he's stacked there in a neat and organized manner. Finally finds what he's looking for and smiles to himself* ::Motormaster. I require an audience with you. I'll be at your quarters shortly.:: Motormaster: :: I stand ready to host you, Megatron. :: *The tone is crisp, and oh-so-formally acknowledging*... read more
