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The heavy thump of pedes against tile flooring filled the halls as King Megatron walked through with clear intent, his flowing purple cape billowing behind him, unfazed by the multiple optics tracing his steps in the darkness of the building. He was the ruler of a kingdom, one whose power was rivaled by no other; a King whose name alone seeped fear deep into those who heard it, so of course simple stares wouldn't affect him in the slightest.
His steps came to a halt as King Megatron found himself standing before a set of double doors; each side coated in a deep maroon colour and a guard situated on either side. Both mechs watched him closely, with their hostility blatantly felt in their fields.
His deep red optics shifted over to one of the guards. "Open it." A deep rumble slid from his dentas like a slash from a blade. The guard didn't shift under his gaze, choosing instead to respond with nothing but a seething glare. Before any more could be done, the other guard put a servo onto the first guard's brace, giving them a look. A low snarl could be heard from their vents, but in the end, the door was opened for him.
King Megatron let out some heavy air before shifting his attention back to what was ahead of him and made his way through the door, feeling additional glares on his spinal struts.
The meeting room was simple, having a dark brown rounded table sat in the middle of a room with blue metal plating walls. Around the table were a collection of modestly luxurious chairs, with the three council members currently occupying some of those seats, though there seemed to be no sign of the Predcon that he had chosen as he sat down his own seat, moving his cape out of the way, feeling one of his jeweled magnets click against his right pauldron as he did so.
Council Member Ram Horn clearly noticed him glancing over at Gnashteeth's seat and let out a heavy ex-vent. "I sent a guard for your little protege and he had the audacity to tell them 'that old fossil must understand perfection like this takes time, yesss', though I couldn't possibly fathom what he means by 'perfection'."
"I would imagine that even someone like you would be able to grasp something so simple nooo?" The sharp clicks of heel struts filled the meeting room as Galavar's smooth vocals entered the room with him, dawning a clearly luxury polish on his deep purple armor that shined as he walked over to his seat. "Now, let's not waste any more time, yess." He hummed with a smirk on his faceplate as he sat in his spot.
Council Member Ram Horn opened his intake to say something, but King Megatron quickly cut him off with a raise of his servo. "He's right. It's best to handle this quickly. Right, General?" King Megatron spoke, every glyph carried a sharpened edge. "Right." Council Member Ram Horn mumbled, clearly having all his built-up heat leaking from his vents. King Megatron turned his gaze to Galavan, looking down at him; with a slightly less sharpened look, as he pulled out a document from his subspace and slid it across the table to Galavon
"That's the document that my advisor compiled after he went over your answers. Make sure everything in there is to your taste," King Megatron stated simply, tapping his digits against the table. "Hmm, speaking of which, can I be assured that none of your consorts will cause me any harm, especially that 'advisor' of yours?" Galaron hummed, his smirk ever so slightly widening.
King Megatron dug his servos into the table, leaving a deep indent, before letting out a bit of hot air. "I can assure you that no harm will come to you." "And I hope the same shall go for my men?" Galtron spoke, tapping the document with one of his digits. "What are you trying to imply?" King Megatron's gaze sharpened once more as he crossed his braces over his chassis.
"Well, you previously made mention of wanting to 'cater to my tastes' and as such; I will require my men to ensure my peace of mind. Rest assured that they won't be lazing around, I shall keep them all occupied with tasks; under my care at the very least," Gaatron explained, starting to write down something onto the document.
"Our guards are more than strong enough to keep you safe, but if that is what you want, you shall have it. However, if I find that they have stepped out of line, I shall make sure to personally deal with each and every one of them," King Megatron spoke, sharpness bleeding from his every glyph. "You truly have nothing to worry about, yesss, I shall only be bringing my most elite warriors," Ggatron said before sliding the document back over to King Megatron. "I even made sure to write down each of their names. I shall see you in two cycles."
Gegtron rose to his pedes, walking out of the meeting room; his servo waving out to King Megatron. Once his heel struts could no longer be heard, the Council Members let out a heavy vent. "I truly do not know what is wrong with that brat. Not one ounce of respect even before you, the King himself. You know we can stil.." "He's exactly what I want in my successor." A smirk slid across King Megatron's faceplate as he looked at the signature that sat at the bottom of the document; a signature that read,
'Megatron'
"Exactly what I want. Let's end the meeting here." King Megatron said with a slight rumble, rising to his pedes and walking out of the room, unbothered even as the council members called out to him. He didn't pay them any mind, he would much rather use his time to find his successor's little soldiers.
The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the empty training hall as a sharpened blade is brought onto a training drone, causing it to fall to the durastreel ground, adding to the already large pile. Megatron swiftly moved to the side as another drone slashed down where he was standing before suddenly having Megatron's sword embedded into its chassis as he brought up the blade, cutting the drone into unclean halves and ending the training program.
Hot air escaping Megatron's fans echoed in the large silver hall as he glanced up from his destruction. Marks and ash can be seen on the floor and walls, along where the drones crashed. Megatron paid no mind to it, he had done worse to the training hall before, so surely this would be no issue for his father to have taken care of. He went over to the door, with intentions to start up another training program.
After putting in his preferred settings he walked back to the center of the room and took a deep in-vent. He shuttered his optics as the automated voice began to count down. Just as the transparisteel doors for the drone were about to slide up, the sound of a door being pushed open rang out instead. Megatron's optics flew open as he threw his sword in the direction of the sound.
"Master Megatron, your father has ordered for your presence in his study," Malignus said, unfazed by the blade that was embedded just inches away from his faceplate. "I would advise that you be swift."
A soft scoff left Megatron's dermas. "What has gotten your circuits in such a mess, old mech?" Megatron walked by the older mech to retrieve his sword, he was met with a flat stare. He let out a heavy ex-vent. "Tell him that whatever he might need can wait, I'm busy at the moment." He walked back over to the doors of the training hall.
"He has informed me it's involving the King."
Megatron stops in his tracks, glancing over to Malignus from the corner of his optic lens. "Really, now?"
"I suppose, but that's all he has informed me of. Make of that as you will." With that, Malignus turned on his pedes and walked away, leaving Megatron standing there. He weighed out his options. On one hand; he would be forced back into that detestable room, but on the other hand; he would get to be out of the palace, though that does come at the risk of his training.
He let out an ex-vent as he threw his sword into the training hall, embedding it into another wall, and walked away. It didn't take him long to make it to his father's office. He stood outside the door and contemplated one last time before taking a deep in-vent and knocking onto the door. There was a pause before a reply came, the guards stationed near nodded before opening the door for Megatron. Megatron gave a brief nod of acknowledgement before entering into the room.
"…I have been informed you wish to speak with me, Sire." Megatron walked into the velvet purple room, standing before his father's desk. His father had his spinal strut to him while sitting at his desk. "That's correct, my dear sparkling." He turns in his seat to face his son, holding a datapad in his right servo. "May I be so bold as to inquire why?"
His father didn't answer and instead placed the datapad onto his desk, gesturing for his son to come closer. Megatron glanced from his father to the datapad before stepping forward, seeing what he presumed was a formal decree from the King himself. He was quick to pick up the datapad to get a better look.
Duke Megatron of House Destron
You have been formally invited to attend,
*Megatron II's Introduction Gala*
Dress Code: Formal
Date: 2439th sol at the 14th orn
KING MEGATRON
Megatron let out a laugh as he read over the invitation. "I must say, I have always heard that His Majesty was self-centered. But to name your child after yourself." He felt his father's optics on him and quickly sat up. He restarted his intake. "So, Sire, which one of the lovely consorts does this one belong to?"
"None of them."
Megatron raised an optic ridge when he heard this. "Whatever do you mean?"
"From what I heard across the court, this 'Megatron II' is a Predcon. Seemed that there were additional conditions to the treaty between those Beastformers." Megazarak snarled on the ending gylph. Megatron wasn't blind to the other nobles' distaste for the Beastformers: it didn't come as much of a shock to learn that his sire shared the same sentiment. "I suppose there was. I assume you have gained other information about this 'Megatron II'?"
"Not enough to build up a profile, but I do know he's quite the arrogant type. He has been running around the Royal Palace like he already owns the place. Ordering the servants left and right for that gala of his." He dug his sharpened servos into his desk.
"If all of that is true. Pray tell, why did you think it was smart to waste time showing me this invitation?" He slammed the pad onto the desk, glaring at his sire. "It should be quite clear that I would have no desire of attending this, so what reason do you have to waste my precious training time, my dear sire?"
"My dear son, it's quite simple. I want you to go to this gala." A twisted smile spread across Megazarak's face. "I have a little something in mind that I'd like you to carry out on my behalf, think of it as an assignment of sorts."