Two of a kind

 

Logged by Tempest on 14 Feb 01

 

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Tempest knocks on Megatron’s door.

 

Ruse heys, "Tempest!" She hovers up and hms, "Did you know this earth cycle is a day humans express love for one another? Me and Rumble observed posters proclaiming it 'valentine' day..."

 

Tempest glances at Ruse. "Heh. Humans come up with the dumbest ideas."

 

Megatron calls from inside: "Yes?"

 

Tempest calls back, with a bit of hesitation, "Am I interrupting?"

 

Ruse nahs, "Actually I think its a great idea... what’s wrong with saying you care to someone?"

 

Rumble slips up behind Ruse and wraps his hands over her optic sensors. "Guess who!"

 

Megatron opens the door of his quarters. "Negative."

 

Ravage emerges from…What’s this ?... a New Energon Bar!!

 

Ruse laughs, her optics covered. She teases, "Umm.. Ravage!"

 

Tempest tilts her head, passes a glance over the cassettes hanging out in the hall, and glances back at Megatron. "Ah...I just got back from another spin around the sky..."

 

Rumble lets go and snorts, "Ravage doesn't have any HANDS stupid..." He looks over at the new Energon Bar. "What's this?"

 

Ravage sits down and yawns... then looks to Ruse, "Yes ?"

 

Tempest doesn't seem to know what to say, nor does she have a very good excuse to justify her coming by. She seems...strangely shy.

 

Megatron looks at the Kitty Twister, obviously a /tad/ confused.

 

Ravage sits innocently...Ravage has always been a private Business kitty... you don’t think he has worked all these years for Megatron and not saved up a few credits to spend here and there.

 

Rumble shrugs, walks up to Ruse, and sticks his hand into his subspace compartment, fishing around for something, and taking far too much time in doing so.

 

Megatron decides that the bar is an amusing idea. Then he turns his attention back to Tempest. "Well, Tempest? What can I do for you?"

 

Tempest looks at him...shakes her head, half turns away. "Never mind...I'm just being stupid, obviously you have better things to do with your time..."

 

Ruse glances to the bar... and Ravage, "Umm, how did you build that anyway so quickly?

 

Ravage looks at Ruse and murrrs, /Who said I built it./

 

Rumble looks helplessly at Ruse, and finally seems to have gotten ahold of whatever he's fishing for.

 

Megatron looks at her. "What if I was about to overwork myself again and you just saved me?" he asks with a grin.

 

Tempest turns back to him with a grin of her own. "Yeah. Well, you should know the dangers of leaving the likes of me idle to prowl around the base anyway," she jokes.

 

Ruse shrugs then hms at Rumble, "What are you fumbling about for anyway?"

 

Rumble pulls out a handheld video game, shoves it at Ruse, and blurts "Thisisforyou."

 

Megatron checks his internal chronometer. Darn, he really worked without break on the plans for his new weapon, and that for over... oh forget it. It is time to get some energy.

 

Tempest glances up at Megatron--he seems to be thinking of something.

 

Ruse blinks at the game, "Um, thanks Rumble." She smiles, and turns it on as she walks over to a wall and leans against it and begins to play the game. (Aww, I didn't get him anything today either. Well there’s still time but what could I?)

 

Rumble kind of grins, looking somewhat happy. He pulls out the one he got for himself...Space Invaders...and sits down, pressing buttons as the game makes beeping sounds.

 

Ravage watches and snorts, /games.../

 

Tempest suggests, "Hungry?"

 

Ravage thinks, ( Children... )

 

Megatron smirks. "I was so busy that I forget to fill up my energy reserves."

 

Buzzsaw, who'd been silent this entire time on his perch, and pretty much unmoving, looks down at his brothers and 'sister' loathingly. Yeesh, family. He puts his head under his wing again.

 

Tempest says, "I've got some fuel in my room and..." She thinks better of it. "Um, if you like automotive gas. Perhaps energon would be nicer."

 

Rumble makes a face. Car gas, YEEECH!

 

Megatron says, "Energon would indeed be better. But that should be no problem at all."

 

Ruse notices Buzzsaw and Ravage giving her and Rumble strange looks but brushes them off and continues to play the game...

 

Buzzsaw isn't looking anymore. he's got his head under his wing. Gosh, I wonder where the condor's been this past few weeks.

 

Rumble's game wails and shrills abruptly as the blue robot clears the first level.

 

Ruse turns her game off and pockets into subspace. She then hovers up to Buzzsaw and tries to pull him into a tight hug, "Where have you been; hmm? You missed going to Cybertron with us!"

 

Buzzsaw chirps a little under his wing, then squawwwks loudly and resist the hug. Where he's been is no business of the others. His diamond beak latches onto Ruse’s wrist and pushes it away from him.

 

Rumble glances up. "I think Buzzy's in a crabby mood today."

 

Ruse frowns, pushed away, "Fine then... be that way. I will show you no mercy next time I go looking for a sparring partner." She turns and floats over to Rumble and sits beside him, "He’s ALWAYS in a crabby mood, just more so then normal today."

 

Rumble grins at Ruse, putting his own game away. "Um, you like it?"

 

Tempest shrugs. "I don't have any energon with me."

 

Megatron says, "Don't forget we have a supply system for the base."  Megatron chuckles, looking at the bar. "However, maybe we should try the KT."

 

Ruse hms, "Its... unique." She moves to hug Rumble, "Thank you."  She pays no heed to talks of energon or such, and seems content to just goof around and relax for the moment.

 

Buzzsaw smoothes his feathers as Ruse leaves him be, glaring at her balefully with glittering red optics. Then he looks down at the KT and shakes his head in disgust, turning away and replacing his head under the wing.

 

Tempest shrugs.

 

The Kitty Twister

      Ener-Bar and Grill

 

                                  

     When you first enter the Kitty Twister it reminds you of the old war front recharge depots that were set up by the rough and combat hardened Mechs. This perception is not very far off from the truth as the room is decorated with Battle trophies mostly comprising of Autobot armor, heads... limbs and even a Terran vehicle here and there. The tables are nothing fancy, just a bunch of old steel packing crates where the off duty con sits enjoying his recharge or a light energon snack.

 

     Small repair droids buzz around in this area busy handing out ordered drinks, each with a green KT Logo painted on its side. The owner seems to have confiscated some of the droids for personal use.

 

     The Energon bar itself has anything a mech could want, including the harder to find contraband energons not permitted on Cybertron. The owner of this establishment must have some very good contacts.

                                   

 

Tempest looks around curiously. "Where the heck did all this COME from?"

 

Megatron murmurs: "I think it is better if /I/ don't know.”

 

Tempest glances about. "Heh, looks like the Spaceways." She sits herself down on a packing crate.

 

Rumble says, "Geez Ravage, did you partner up with Chasm or what?"

 

Megatron also sits down, gesturing a drone to come closer. "What would you like, Tempest?"

 

Tempest says, "Nothing intoxicating." She seems very firm on this point. "Just a bite to eat."

 

Ruse looks around, "Exactly what I was thinking. I bet if Ravage didn't he will have a fit when he finds out about this."

 

Rumble smirks at the word "intoxicating" and decides to see if he can swipe some energon lager....booze.

 

Ravage walks over to the dance floor.

 

Megatron nods and orders some standard energon for Tempest and something "a bit stronger" for him, but only a unit.

 

A drone appears with the orders.

 

Tempest seems rather edgy, even though they’re in the Con base. She eyes the drones suspiciously, takes a wary sniff of her energon before sipping from it.

 

Megatron watches her sniffing. "Shall I take a swig first?".

 

Tempest smiles at Megatron, shakes her head. "Force of habit. I don't think Ravage is trying to poison us...and if so, better my risk than yours," she says, mostly joking, as she takes a drink.

 

Rumble slips into the shadows, moving against the wall...heading for the area behind the bar.

 

Ravage walks off the dance floor after removing his paw from the inside of an idle Worker drone... the Drone sparks to life and quickly starts to wax and prep the dance area for use.

 

Ruse hms and eyes the place and just kinda has a seat on a smaller steel crate at a table. (Oh well, the base did need a recroom.)

 

Megatron takes a long swig from his own drink, feeling the energon flowing down his throat. Oh, yes, he had needed that.

 

Ravage hops up onto a bar stool and rests his paws on the clear counter top as he looks at Rumble.

 

Tempest looks around. "It's hard to realize we're still in the base...you know, I keep expecting to see some aliens walking in."

 

Rumble grabs a glass, sneaks up to the energon lager tap...

 

Ravage thinks, ( I need a Holo projector. )

 

Ruse hms then wanders over to Ravage and whispers something...

 

Rumble grins stupidly as the glass fills...

 

Ravage tilts his head and then teardrops... /Knew I missed something../

 

Megatron nods. "It is much like some bars I knew back home." He enjoys the warm, relaxing feeling as the energon rushes through his supply lines.

 

Ruse snaps her fingers in disappointment then shrugs, "You can add it later." She then notices Rumble sneaking lager... and grins.

 

Ravage looks over at two worker drones and his optics flicker as he sends them some instructions... The little two armed droids zoom out of the Twister at high speed then return a short while later with arms full of timber... Seems someone has been using this planet’s resources for materials... The drones then begin construction of a small stage near the back of the Kitty Twister near the dance floor.

 

Tempest still seems somewhat uneasy. "I don't care for bars really...my presence was usually a sign of business rather than pleasure." She tosses her energon back.

 

Rumble grins and takes a big drink of lager...then tries not to cough as he realizes how strong it is!

 

Megatron says, "You want to go?"

 

Tempest says, "I can take it or leave it...this place is all right, I know I'm not going to get stabbed in the back by some rogue Sirian or something."

 

Ravage merrows to Rumble, /Careful.. Some is Radion spiked./

 

Rumble says...somewhat shakily..."What's...radion?" as he finishes another big gulp.

 

Megatron smirks. "But you feel uneasy, though you should relax.”

 

From out of the shadows there’s a glimmer of light *hologram start* then Soundwave walks out of the darkness. His voice echoes as he walks to the bar and says simply spotting his creation, "Rumble, your systems cannot handle that." He adds in a lower tone, "You know better."

 

Rumble drops his glass with a crash! "Sound...*hic* …!”

 

Ravage thinks, ( You break it…you bought it. )

 

Rumble tries again , "Soundwave!" He tries to step back...trips...and falls on his aft...

 

Ruse merely is innocently watching this and the construction of the stage, snickering to herself.

 

Ravage blinks and stands up peering up over and behind the bar down at his brother.

 

Tempest says somewhat persistently, "I can't help it." She slouches down on the table, breathing deeply into her intakes, and glances up at Megatron.

 

Megatron says, "Maybe we should leave the crowd having fun here, looking for a quieter place."

 

Ravage shakes his head, "You're not supposed to drink the inventory.."

 

HoloSoundwave peers over as well, his optic band brightening, "You must be punished." He points to a drone that is about to clean up the glass mess, while speaking to Rumble, "Begin operation, clean up."

 

Tempest looks sadly at Megatron. "If you're having fun, don't feel the urge to leave on my account."

 

Megatron says, "I can come back another time."

 

Rumble moans. He grabs for a mop...but due to his "altered perception" is groping a few inches away from where the mop handle really is.

 

Tempest smiles a little, and waits. "After you then."

 

Ruse chuckles then murmurs to Ravage, "Watch this..."

 

Megatron chuckles. "It's getting dangerous in here anyway. Rumble tries to do cleaning duties in his actual condition..."  Megatron leaves the Twister.

 

Living Quarters

 

        When needing to rest, recharge, or relax, Decepticons go here to their private rooms. A long hallway has doors on either side leading to each Decepticon's assigned space. The rooms are equipped with a small computer console and work station, a recharge bed, and whatever personal belongings the individual has. The rooms are fairly small and packed close together, but they are reasonably sound-proof for privacy.

 

Tempest seems disturbed by something, slinking away into her quarters.

 

Tempest's Lair

 

At first glance, Tempest's Lair seems more like a storage room. Crates are piled against the walls and miscellaneous clutter lies in heaps around the room, most of it items the other Decepticons either didn't want or else haven't noticed missing. There's a plain recharge bed in one corner; in the opposite corner, almost hidden behind the crates, the occupant has created a rough nest out of canvas and blankets. It's anyone's guess which one she sleeps in more often. Tempest has fashioned a crude table, chair and bench out of broken girders and dented sheet metal; the furniture is ugly but serviceable. There's no computer, but a battered radio on the table is wired into the communications network by a tangle of spliced wiring. The room is almost devoid of personal touches. It is the room of a transient--one more room of many, nothing more. The only unique item is a holograph frame lying face down on one of the crates, hiding the image within.

 

Megatron knocks at Tempest's door.

 

Tempest opens the door just a crack...you can see she's not wearing her helmet. "What? Oh...sorry..." She stands there in the doorway looking awkward.

 

Megatron looks a bit concerned. "You disappeared so fast. Are you feeling all right?"

 

Tempest shrugs. "You can come in if you want."

 

Megatron has arrived.

 

Tempest steps back, seats herself on the bed. She's staring at her helmet, which sits on a crate near the head of the bed. "Nothing really...nothing you can help..."

 

Megatron stands by the door, watching her, waiting if she wants to talk.

 

Tempest tears her optics away, looks up at him sadly. "You're still here?"

 

Megatron says, "Shall I leave?"

 

Tempest says softly, "no..." She glances back towards her rough chairs. "Come on in."

 

Megatron takes place on one of the chairs. He has the feeling he should ask her something, but he doesn't know what. He really has forgotten how to deal with other people’s emotions, and... with his own...

 

Tempest reaches over, takes the helmet in her hands. You can see that the inside is painted black, and sports the odd loose wire and plug-in, as if it was once part of something else.

 

Megatron softly says: "You want to talk about it?"

 

Tempest slips the helmet on, looking a little more confident as she does so. She forces a smile. "Spaceways. There's a lot of bad-end bars on the Spaceways. I usually..." She slams her fist down on a crate. "I came in as a conqueror. Watched the place clear out when my pack and I moved in. A lot of shady dealing, a lot of backstabbing, a lot of fights out back." But there's a sensation that her aggression is masking something else.

 

Megatron looks frankly at Tempest. No, He is not the Decepticon leader at the moment - he's the private person. "Is THAT really the problem..?"

 

Tempest sighs deeply. "No. It's more than missing my old life. It was...the life I led before that." She flicks a hand self-consciously at the helmet.  Tempest says, "You've probably seen it all before...the kids, the young Scavengers...you know that hard as it is for an adult on his own, it's worse for a child..." She snorts. "But how can I complain? The universe couldn't care less."

 

Tempest pauses, then laughs a little. "I can’t believe you're here listening to me still. Why....why do you care?"

 

Megatron quietly answers: "I think I told you that you are a friend..."

 

Tempest takes a deep breath. "You hardly know me."

 

Megatron smirks slightly. "I take this risk."

 

Tempest shakes her head. "I had some bad experiences in bars...flashbacks, you know how it is." Again, she tugs at that helmet...  Tempest settles back on her bed, looking around. "Sometimes I can't believe I'm really here...how far I've come."

 

Megatron watches and listens. It seems to be the only thing he could do.

 

Tempest looks at Megatron...a cold glitter passes over her optics. She glances at Megatron. "Sometimes it doesn't let go...do you know how that is? How something so long ago is still able to reach out and cut you?"

 

Megatron's optics dim for a moment as if she touched a sore point. He swallows.  Oh, yes, he knows that feeling just too well.

 

Tempest tilts her head, picking up on his actions. "Heh, it's like looking in a mirror...I see you do know."

 

Megatron slowly nods.

 

Tempest takes a deep breath, gives him a twisted smile. "Aren’t we just two of a kind...if I may be so presumptuous. You are of course on a larger scale than I am..." She leans back. Tempest looks at him, tilts her head. "Do you ever talk about it?"

 

Megatron says, "No..."

 

Megatron says, "There are things not even Soundwave knows."

 

Megatron says, "And it is better they stay buried in the past."

 

Tempest nods. "Probably." She takes off the helmet, tosses it at him. "There you go...my little souvenir."

 

Megatron catches the helmet. He looks at it from all sides. "You want to tell me its story?"

 

Tempest smirks. "What did you just say about things best left buried?" On closer examination, it's pretty obvious that the helmet wasn't just designed for decoration or ornamentation...it looks more like it was /sliced off/ of someone else. Tempest looks a hell of a lot younger without that helmet on...her optics look wider, her face missing the sinister shadows cast by the helm. Her face is still too sharply angled and harshly cut to be pretty, but she at least looks her age.

 

Megatron nods. "You caught me with my own words." He tosses the helmet back. "I don't think its former owner is alive enough to miss it." He watches Tempest for a while - her change in look without the helmet. Somehow he feels honored that she allows him to see her like this.

 

Tempest catches it, flips over on her back, staring up at it as if the former owner's face was still visible under it. "That he certainly isn't." She glances up at Megatron. "It's a common thing in the Spaceways...many members of the same crew wear similar headpieces, or else the headpiece is a marker of position or sign of a victory."

 

Megatron says, "I used to keep the weapons..."

 

Tempest glances back at him. "Weapons...trophies of war?" She offers a tentative smile. "I notice your quarters are oddly empty now. I have more stuff than you." She laughs.

 

Megatron says, "Not here, the trophies are in my quarters on Cybertron. The weapons of those who challenged me and paid it with their lives."

 

Tempest says, "I very rarely took trophies...no room, we were on the move too much." She glances back at him. "I suppose you weren’t planning on living in this ship, when you left Cybertron. But you...didn't bring anything back with you, from Cybertron, not that I've seen....anything or anyone."

 

Megatron says, "One day I will return to Cybertron forever. This is just a temporary residence. So why should I bring anything with me?"

 

Tempest shrugs. "I used to stash a lot of stuff at my home base. But what was important, I brought with me. Always. That's why I have it here now." She reaches into storage, brings out the hilt and the ring, and gestures towards her blades.

 

Megatron says, "I have all I need."

 

Tempest eyes him, her optics sparkling. "Not that sentimental, are you?" She seems to be joking at first...then she catches his gaze and holds it, as if to say she might know that his souvenirs are all carried in his mind.

 

Souvenirs that no-one can take from him.

 

Tempest pauses a little and slips the helmet back on...the glances over at Megatron to see his reaction to that.

 

Megatron smirks. "Back to the official?"

 

Tempest looks up at him. "Would you believe I feel more comfortable like this?"  She gives him an oddly penetrating expression. "You might find it strange for me to say that I feel closer to the "real me" like this..."  Tempest glances at Megatron. "I don't like the way I look without it."

 

Megatron says, "Tempest, do you expect me to say 'but I like it better without'?"

 

Tempest smirks at him. "Too bad if you do." She looks away, looks back at him out of the corner of her optics. "But for argument's sake, do you?" She snorts. "Not that I'm much to look at in either mode."

 

Megatron says, "I like Tempest the way she is."

 

Tempest glances over at Megatron...seemingly stunned...and grants him a radiant smile.

 

Tempest says, "You'll have to forgive me...every once in a while the shadows grab me...please don't take it personally." She can't help the smile on her face. She says slowly, "You really mean that, don't you."

 

Megatron nods. "Yes, I mean that exactly as I say it. And don't worry about the shadows... We all have to fight those..."

 

Tempest grins again--then tilts her head. "Someday I may challenge you again, to see whose are darker...but not today." She smirks a little, then her expression grows open again. "I realize I look a little tough...probably not like the femmes on Cybertron. I was a tough-looking case even for the Spaceways." She snorts, looked distant. "It served me well in the end. The others took me seriously."

 

Megatron says, "I admit, most females I know have a more curvish design, but that doesn't make them being less respected."  Megatron wonders what design has to do with how feared someone is.

 

Tempest sighs a little, looking over at Megatron. "Perhaps not..." You may get the sense there's a reason she looks as she does--she was obviously a plainer looking bot to begin with, but in the meantime she seems to have chosen a design which accentuates a martial, hostile image. Hers is the beauty of a precision weapon, the shine of a cold steel blade...a weapon built to kill.

 

Megatron doesn't care much about how she looks, but for some reason he cares about Tempest. Maybe because of what she mentioned, that he sees himself mirrored in her. Maybe because she brings back the shadows of the past, forcing him not to forget - especially not to forget... himself...

 

Tempest says slowly, "You spend so much time dealing with me...isn't there anyone better for you to spend time on?"

 

Megatron says, "You are the only one, besides Soundwave and Ruse, who don't just know me as the Decepticon leader. And you are the only one, beside Soundwave, who remind this stubborn old Decepticon to take a break from time to time..."

 

Tempest says, rather penetratingly, "So there's no one for you back on Cybertron?"

 

Megatron says, "Only an empire..."

 

Tempest nods slowly. She glances out the portal. "Someday I really must take you to Kilair..."

 

Megatron narrows his optics, looking somehow looking tired. "No-one... anymore....". The "no-one" was already said quiet, but the rest isn't much more then a soundless whisper..

 

Tempest picks up on that...her hand reaches over, picks up the carved jump jet from the crate beside her bed. She doesn't say anything, just watches him...gripping the carving tightly.

 

Megatron shakes his head to get his mind clear again. Darn, Megatron, remember who you are, there is no time for grieving. There has never been time for it... Cybertron is waiting for you, the planet counts on you…

 

Tempest's mouth twists in a sad smile. "Two of a kind, again...perhaps."

 

Megatron says, "Yes, but still... two."

 

He said the "two" in a strange voice, as if his words ha a meaning no-one else beside him could understand.

 

Tempest looks at him, not certain what he means. She debates asking, thinks better of it, looks down at the jet in her hands....and with abrupt force throws it across the room.

 

Megatron wordlessly gets up, walks across the room, picks up the model, and puts it back from where Tempest took it. "Maybe I should leave now..."

 

Tempest looks at the jet, sighs, curls up with a pillow. She seems to have a liking for soft things...odd, considering her harsh demeanour in public. "If you want to, I certainly can't keep you."

 

Megatron looks at her, hesitating. Again, he has the feeling as if he had to comfort her somehow.

 

Tempest seems resigned to the fact that he's leaving...she holds the pillow close to her, staring off into space, listening for the click of the door when he leaves.

 

Megatron comes closer..

 

Tempest starts a little, jerks upright reflexively...and meets his optics questioningly.

 

Megatron looks back at her. Is it possible, but he seems to be helpless in a way, not knowing what to do.

 

Tempest regards Megatron very closely for a moment...and then smirks. "Heh, if you're going to stay you might as well make yourself comfortable."

 

Megatron stays serious. "I..." He stops again.

 

Tempest tilts her head, waiting.

 

Megatron says, "I wish I could take the shadows from you, Tempest..."

 

Tempest gives Megatron a sad smile...her expression setting. "I wouldn't give them up if I could. They made me who I am. Before....before the fall of Kilair, I would not have counted as someone worth saving." She smirks as if to say, what do you think of that.  Tempest says, "Everything I am...I earned by blood and pain...was there really any other way for me to learn it?"

 

Megatron says, "It is not that the past made you what we are, it is the shadow of it that pains you what I wished being able to take from you..."

 

Tempest smiles sadly. "That's the price of living, I think...but..." She pauses a moment and continues. "That's a hell of an offer and I...I appreciate it."

 

Megatron still looks at her with this helpless expression. "You know what I would like do right now?

 

Tempest shakes her head.

 

Megatron says, "Just take you in my arms and hold you for a while."

 

Tempest flinches back...gets up, still smiling sadly. "I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into," she says softly.

 

Megatron tries to be ironic. "Getting stabbed into the back?"

 

Tempest blinks...smirks...grows serious. "I don't want a mate," she says bluntly. "I'm not going through that again...you're asking too much of the wrong person, if that's what you're thinking."

 

Megatron shakes his head. "No, I don't want to be your mate. I want to be a friend... Nothing more..."

 

Tempest glances sadly at the little jet. "Even that might be a bit much...I don't know if I want to go through that again either...and..." But despite her words, she reaches out a shaking hand for his arm...still very uncertain...

 

Megatron offers his hand.

 

Tempest, very slowly, places her hand in his...and suddenly grips tightly, her optics locked on his all the while.

 

Megatron looks back frankly.

 

Tempest offers Megatron a shy smile...steps a little closer, leans her head on his shoulder.

 

Megatron carefully wraps his arm around her.

 

Tempest shivers a little...whatever happened to her, it's caused an automatic response...but she settles down...curls her hands over his shoulders. His care is duly noted....

 

Tempest once again seems shy, young...a contrast again to her usual face on the world, to the knowing experience in her optics when she looked at him earlier.

 

Megatron just holds her, trying to show her that he's caring. No, he doesn't want to seduce her or anything alike. He just want to show that he's here if she needs a friend. As she said, they are to some degree two of a kind; he knows what loneliness is...

 

Tempest at first was expecting something of the sort...the more time passes without him trying any untoward movement, the more relaxed she is...she sighs a little, sounding...contented.

 

Tempest whispers to Megatron, "I can hear the rumours now," and the smirk in her voice is evident.

 

Megatron whispers back: "I don't care about the rumors. We know what is really fact, no matter what others think.”

 

Tempest snickers a little and hugs him closer, smiling up at him, her optics sparkling.

 

Megatron returns her hug. "I have a bad reputation anyway."

 

Tempest draws back to look at him. "Really. Well...how much of it is deserved?"

 

Megatron shrugs. "Some... I think."

 

Tempest snickers a little, seeming none too bothered by that. But...she casts another glance back at the jet, shakes her head, and rests it back on Megatron's shoulder.

 

Megatron slowly draws back. "Take care, Tempest," he whispers softly.

 

Tempest smiles softly..."you too."

 

Megatron has left.