Megatron:

*Is leaving the medbay, after having his burns treated, knee double checked, etc.  Also had a full check up done, right down to a processor scan.  Everything is in tip top shape, though he's not looking to well.  Is almost....listless....as he heads back in the general direction of his quarters.*

Bonecrusher:

*Is actually heading in the (general) direction of the medbay, more or less resigning himself to the fact that he's going to have to be there for at least one  night in the medbay.  UGH, he hates the medbay.  But when he turns a corner to start the long hallway to the medbay, he spots Megatron heading in his direction, looking... not too great.*  SLAG, Y'GOT TH' WORST OF IT, HUH.

Megatron:

*Actually jumps upon hearing Bonecrusher's voice.  Quickly tries to hide that he was caught off guard by straightening up.  Takes in the state of Crusher's arm, then meets his optics and nods a greeting.*  Remind me not to run for the explosives next time.  Have you found your arm yet?

Bonecrusher:

NAH, NOT YET.  I THINK TH' DRONES STILL HAVE IT.  *He saw the jump but he's not in the mood to call Megatron on it.*  WHAT'RE Y' UP TO, ANYWAYS?

Megatron:

*Glances at where Crusher's arm is supposed to be again, wondering what, exactly, the drones would want with it...Nevermind...doesn't want to know.*  Mmm...I had the medics take a look at the burns, replaced a rotor in my knee, then had them do a few other tests to make sure I'm spa...everything is working correctly.

Megatron:

Where are you heading?  *Knows the answer is obvious, but wants to direct attention away from himself.*

Bonecrusher:

...*Ignores, for the moment, the change of wording, and shrugs*  'M TRYIN' T'STAY TH' SLAG OUTTA TH' MEDBAY, BUT I AIN'T GOT ANYTHIN' ELSE T'DO AT THIS POINT.  FRAGGIN' HATE TH' MEDBAY.  *grumble*

Megatron:

*Nods in agreement.  Hates them with a passion too.  Reminds him far too much of unpleasant events (IE: Quints). *  Hn...well, I'm off to get a drink.  Perhaps check out the barrier since no one else seems to want to do it.  You are more than welcome to join me...

Bonecrusher:

....*glances up ahead at the medbay and then shrugs again, stepping aside to let Megs pass*  I THINK I WILL, IF IT'S ALL TH' SAME T'YOU.  LAST THING I NEED IS T'DEAL WITH FRAGGIN' MEDICS.

Megatron:

*Snorts.  Yeah, can relate.  Starts off down the hall to the main exit.  Unsubs a cube and passes it to Bonecrusher, then takes one for himself.*  You must be glad to be out of that pit.  I apologize for it take so long...I made a call to arms last week, but....*trails off, unhappy look on his face*

Bonecrusher:

MEH, EVERYONE'S FRAGGIN' LAZY.  'S NO BIG DEAL.  BUT IT IS NICE T'BE ABLE T'ACTUALLY WALK AROUND.  *takes the cube easily and gulps some of it down, sighing*  Y'ALRIGHT, MEGATRON?

Megatron:

Hmmm...as happy as I can be, I suppose.  *Sounds resigned, maybe even tired.*  I mean, who wouldn't be happy here?  *And that is unbridled sarcasm.  Moody, thy name is Megatron.*

Bonecrusher:

....YER SARCASM IS HARDLY DETECTABLE, MEGATRON.  *shakes his head*  OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING'S GOTTA BE BOTHERIN' YA, IF YER GONNA BE SO SNARKY WITH ME.  CAN'T JUST BE THE DRONES, EITHER.

Megatron:

...

Megatron:

*Deep sigh*  I hate this planet.  I hate this solar system.  I hate this shoddy sense of peace we have.  I hate that my command is nothing but a farce anymore.  I hate feeling powerless.  I hate not bashing heads.  I hate being bored....*pause* ....and this point, I might quite possibly hate more things than even you.

Bonecrusher:

....NOT BY A LONG SHOT, BUT STILL.  *takes another swig, shaking his head*  WHY DON'T Y'JUST START BASHIN' HEADS AGAIN, LIKE Y'USED TO?  START CALLIN' PEOPLE OUT.  STOP TAKIN' SLAG.  *pause* ....EXCEPT FROM ME.  TAKE MY SLAG, 'COS I MEAN TH' BEST.  *sage nod - huh, he's still a little hysterical*

Megatron:

*Stops and eyes Crusher.*  Because if I did that, I'd have to rescind the no infighting rule and then all hell would break loose...more so than usual.  And don't get me started on the outcry I'd hear from the Autobot side of things.... 

Bonecrusher:

FUCK TH' AUTOBOTS.  *shrug*  'S NOT LIKE THEIR RULES APPLY T'US.

Megatron:

....

Megatron:

*Takes another drink, watching the other mech for a moment.  Leave it to Bonecrusher to lay it out plainly...but it's what he likes about the Mech.*  ...no, maybe not.  We are different.  Very much so...So much that neither side can understand one another.  *sighs again*  ....but we are also the same, in the sense we are all Cybertronian.  So there must be some way to meet in the middle, or at least near it. 

Megatron:

Unfortunately, for that to work, everyone has to work together.  *wry*

Bonecrusher:

*sips his cube and eyes Megatron easily*  NEAR TH' MIDDLE, HUH.  KINDA FUNNY THAT WE'RE GETTIN' TH' SHORT STICK, THEN, HUH.  *chuckles*  'S PRETTY DAMNED HILARIOUS, REALLY.  MIDDLE.  HEH.

Megatron:

*Frowns slightly and looks away.  Feels Bonecrusher's words like a barb in his spark.  Just another failing to add to his list since landing on this planet.  He steps ahead of the other mech, his steps long and swift with his agitation.*  ...nothing on this planet is fair, or easy, I'm discovering.  Try to make one group happy, the other practically riots.  I'm tired of trying to make everyone happy...

Bonecrusher:

*shifts and keeps pace pretty damned easily, considering the size difference*  WHY?   'M NOT ABOUT T'TELL YA T'BLOW UP ALL THE 'BOTS AN' GO BACK T'BEIN' REAL 'CONS, MEGATRON, BUT WHY ARE Y'SO BUSY TRYIN' T'MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY?  YER LORD MEGATRON.  Y'RUN TH' 'CONS, NOT TH' 'BOTS.  YER NOT TH' SAME AS Y'WERE AT TH' BEGINNIN' OF TH' WAR, BUT SLAGGIT, YER STILL FUCKIN' MEGATRON.

Megatron:

*Stops so abruptly that some of the energon in his cube splashes out and onto the ground.  He's quiet a long, long time.  Finally, the words come, forced and harsh, as if painful to say.*  Why?  Because this situation we're in is my doing.

Bonecrusher:

OH, BOO-FUCKIN'-HOO, MEGATRON.  *rolls his optics and takes a deep gulp, having pulled to a stop at pretty much the same time*  HOW TH' SLAG IS THIS YER  DOIN'?

Megatron:

*Turns on his heel, growling deep in his chest*  Do not belittle me.  I started the war for reasons I don't regret.  However, because of my shortsightedness, we are stuck here on this Pit of a planet, no home to go back to, no way to replenish our race.  If I didn't let those things bother me, I'd be...that thing that popped out of my Spark.  So save your sass, Bonecrusher.  I get enough of it as it is.

Bonecrusher:

*looks up to lock optics with Megatron*  YEAH, THAT THING.  THAT THING  TEMPTED ME FAR MORE WHEN I TALKED TO IT THAN I'D CARE T'ADMIT, MEGATRON, BUT WHERE AM I RIGHT NOW?  'M HERE.  PRIMUS -- SURE, YER SHORTCOMINGS BOTHER YOU!  FUCKIN' HELL, HALFA US THINK AT LEAST PART OF THIS IS ALL OUR FAULT, Y'KNOW.  AN' WHAT.  STOP BACKTALKIN' YOU?  WHAT D'YA WANT ME T'DO, BE YER LOYAL FUCKIN' SERVANT AN' NEVER GIVE YOU ANOTHER OPINION SO Y'CAN ACTUALLY SEE WHAT TH' FRAG YER DOIN'?  SO Y'CAN BE SHORTSIGHTED ALL OVER AGAIN?

Bonecrusher:

WHO ELSE WILL GIVE Y'SHIT FER YER  BENEFIT?  THE AUTOBOTS?  PHAH.  *deep gulp*

Megatron:

*Blinks, forgetting his anger*  It did what?

Megatron:

What do you mean 'tempt' you?

Bonecrusher:

IT TEMPTED ME.  IT PROMISED WAR, MEGATRON.  *shakes his head and looks at his cube*  NOBODY SEEMS T'REALIZE JUST HOW HARD THIS PEACE THING IS  FER ME - FER TH' DECEPTICONS IN GENERAL.  WE'RE JUST... RRGH.  *snarls a bit into his drink, polishing it off and looking annoyed*

Megatron:

...it promised war?

Bonecrusher:

IT PROMISED FIGHTIN' AN' DESTRUCTION AN' WAR, IF ONLY WE'D FOLLOW IT INSTEAD OF YOU.  AN' I SAID NO, 'COS 'M UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH T'HAVE AUTOBOTS I ENJOY TH' COMPANY OF, BUT PRIMUS HELP US IF JUST ONE OR TWO 'CONS WITHOUT LOTS OF TIES RUN INTO THAT FRAGGER.

Megatron:

*Snarls, wing plates shifting.  Primus, how he hates that thing.  He locks optics with Bonecrusher, his voice growing cold*  Let them go then.  I'd gladly feed any traitors to that creature and watch it tear them limb from limb.  Because that's exactly what it'll do in the end.  You, me, them *points at doors of the base*  ...are nothing but cannon fodder for its desires.  And those desires are death and meaningless destruction.  I might have torn planets asunder, but I at least had a purpose for doing so.  Any Con who wishes to debase himself and become less than a beast is more than welcome to do so.

Bonecrusher:

*growls and meets Megatron's gaze*  THE ONLY DECEPTICONS THAT WOULD BE TEMPTED BY IT ARE THE ONES WHO ARE MOST LOYAL TO THE CAUSE.  AND MEGATRON, WE ARE MADE FOR WAR, DAMN THE REASONS BEHIND IT!  YOU MIGHT HAVE SETTLED INTO THIS SURRENDER BUT PRIMUS HELP ME I HAVEN'T!

Megatron:

There is a difference between being made for war and being animals!  That thing is an animal!  You *jabs Crusher in the chest*  are not!  None of you are!  That thing knows nothing of the Cause, nor does it care.  I understand that this idleness is eating you up, eating us all up.  I feel it too!  What would you have me do?  Start another war just so we can scratch an itch that will never be soothed? Really, I'm open for suggestions because Primus knows I've wracked my processors trying to figure out a way to fix this mess. 

Bonecrusher:

STOP TAKING THEIR SHIT!  WHY DO WE HAVE TO CHANGE, WHILE THE AUTOBOTS GET TO KEEP THEIR OWN MORALS, WHILE ANY FRAGGER WHO THINKS YOU'RE BEING UNFAIR  CAN JUST DEFECT?  WHAT HAPPENED TO US BEING DECEPTICONS, MEGATRON?!

Megatron:

*Holds his ground, but his mouth clamps shut with an audible click*  ....we all have to change. You, me, them, all of us.  What we have here will never work if we don't and before we know it, we'll be killing our friends, our lovers, and essentially our entire race in the end. That thought keeps me up at night more than I care to admit. 

Megatron:

*Rubs his face, voice growing tired*  The Cause has always been about preservation.  Not just of Decepticons, but of Cybertron as a whole.  Cybertron is dead, but we aren't.  However, if what we have here is to work, we all have to change.  You, me, the Autobots...all of us.  As Decepticons, we need to learn to curb our more base instincts.  The Autobots, a healthy dose of acceptance and tolerance would do them a world of good.

Bonecrusher:

AND WE HAVE CHANGED!   BUT FUCKING -- IT'S ONLY BEEN A FEW EARTH MONTHS.  I REFUSE TO CONTINUE TO FORCE MYSELF INTO SOME STUPID DRUNK STIGMA JUST BECAUSE WE HAVE TO CHANGE AND THE AUTOBOTS DON'T!   WE'RE DECEPTICONS, AND YET WE'RE PRACTICALLY LESSER BEINGS TO HALF OF THESE STUPID FUCKING  AUTOBOTS!  THIS ISN'T A PEACE, THIS IS A SURRENDER!

Megatron:

*His teeth grind so hard it's audible.  Optic flash with anger.*  First, I do not surrender.  Secondly, if anyone is treating you, or any other Con, like a lesser being, I want to know about it.  Immediately.  I've felt the bite and scorn myself....and I apologize if I haven't been attentive enough.  I assumed the differences could be worked out without myself or Prime's interference. Apparently I was incorrect.

Megatron:

Thirdly, I am open to any suggestions you might have, barring killings, warfare, and general destruction of the local fauna on this planet.

Bonecrusher:

AND YOU CALL THIS A TRUCE?  I CAN COUNT THE NUMBER OF  AUTOBOTS WHO HAVE CHANGED IN THEIR SELF-RIGHTEOUS, HOLIER-THAN-THOU ATTITUDES ON ONE HAND - AND YOU CONTINUOUSLY SAY THAT YOU CAN'T PLEASE EVERYONE BUT YOU SEEM TO CATER TO PRIME AND HIS STUPID FOLLOWERS, TRYING TO PLEASE THEM BY BENDING AND - WHY?!   WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE THEM  HAPPY?

Megatron:

I cater to no one, not when it comes to my leadership.  I will, however, bend if I think it will make things work better here for everyone.  Prime does not give orders or dole out punishment to Decepticons without my approval.  Those who have been in his tender care should be thankful, he's far kinder than I would ever be.  I thought that's what everyone wanted.  Once again, I was wrong.

Megatron:

As for Autobot attitudes, what do you want me to do, beat it out of them?

Bonecrusher:

MAYBE.

Megatron:

*Shakes his head*  That won't work.  It'll only make the problems we have worse.  Autobots don't understand that sort of punishment.  They never will.  I might as well put you in a lab and give you a beaker and a welding torch...

Megatron:

It's the same thing.

Bonecrusher:

GIVE ME BOTH OF THOSE AND AN AUTOBOT AN' MAYBE THEY WOULD  UNDERSTAND IT.

Megatron:

*sighs*

Megatron:

Bonecrusher, I can't beat them...

Megatron:

It's not an option.

Bonecrusher:

*growls*  THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD TALK TO SOMEONE WHO CAN ACTUALLY GET THEM TO UNDERSTAND THAT WE'RE TRYING TO CHANGE, AND THEY SHOULD DO THE SAME.

Megatron:

Maybe it's time we tossed all our cards out on the table...

Bonecrusher:

WHAT'S THAT  SUPPOSED TO MEAN.

Megatron:

Perhaps it's time we stopped playing nice and told each other how we really felt, that's all.  Decepticons, Autobots, Neutrals, everyone.

Bonecrusher:

GOOD LUCK GETTIN' THAT T'HAPPEN.  *scoffs - clearly, honesty isn't really something he puts much stock in*

Megatron:

Those who don't speak up have no right to complain then, right?

Bonecrusher:

YOU EXPECT TH' AUTOBOTS T'EVEN REALIZE THAT THEY'RE BEING UTTER AFTS TO TH' 'CONS.  *deadpan*  DO YOU THINK EVEN PRIME  WILL REALIZE IT?

Megatron:

You might be surprised.  The way you're talking right now, you aren't much better than they are.

Bonecrusher:

'S EXPECTED OF ME.  OF COURSE, THEY EXPECT IT FER ALL TH' WRONG REASONS, BUT AT LEAST 'M HONEST ABOUT IT.

Megatron:

*Arches an optic*  If that made it okay, I could just tell you to 'expect it' from the Autobots and carry on about your business...

Bonecrusher:

UGH.  *looks - dare i say it - disappointed *  THEY EXPECT ME T'BE A FUCKIN' PAIN IN THE AFT AN' BITCHY 'COS 'M A DECEPTICON.  WHAT THEY SHOULD  REALIZE IS THAT IT AIN'T 'COS OF MY FACTION, 'S JUST MY PERSONALITY.  SO DON'T ACT LIKE I SHOULD EXPECT TH' AUTOBOTS T'BE SELF-RIGHTEOUS AND ACT BETTER 'N ME, 'COS I SHOULDN'T.  AN' IF Y'DIDN'T NOTICE, I ACTUALLY MAKE AN EFFORT T'BE NICE T'FUCKIN' AUTOBOTS.  SHIT, HALF OF TH' PEOPLE I TALK TO 'ROUND HERE ARE AUTOBOTS.  SOMEHOW, I DOUBT A LOT OF 'BOTS CAN SWITCH THAT AN' HAVE IT APPLY T'THEM.

Megatron:

I was merely pointing out that the venom you've spouted at me tonight isn't much different that that of which you speak of.  No matter how you slice it, it's the same thing.  *Dumps his cube out, no longer thirsty, and looks at Bonecrusher.*  What is it you want of me?  Things won't ever be the same, so don't ask me for the impossible because I can't give it.

Bonecrusher:

.........*sighs*  WHATEVER, THIS IS GOIN' NOWHERE.  YEAH, 'M BEIN' JUST AS HARSH T'THEM AS THEY CAN BE T'US, BUT THAT'S 'COS THEY DON'T SEEM T'NOTICE WE'RE TRYIN', HERE.  THEY HAVEN'T HAD T'BUDGE IN THEIR FUCKIN' WAYS AN' THEY WOULDN'T LISTEN T'ME IF I TOLD 'EM.  THEY WON'T LISTEN T'YOU, EITHER, I DUNNO WHY 'M EVEN TRYIN' T'GET YOU T'DO ANYTHIN' ABOUT IT.  *growls, to himself*  Maybe I should've gone t'South America when I got th' fraggin' chance.

Megatron:

*Deep sigh.  All the anger seems to have left him and he just looks tired.*  ...I'm just as frustrated as you are, Bonecrusher.  I'm not used to mechs who just stare at me when I tell them to do something....

Megatron:

I'll do what I can....

Bonecrusher:

.......IT SEEMS LIKE A SURRENDER T'ME, MEGATRON.  *flatly, looking up at the other*  A PEACE - A TRUCE  - MEANS EVERYONE GIVES UP SOMETHIN'.  SO FAR, TH' ONLY THING TH' AUTOBOTS HAVE GIVEN UP IS THEIR COMMON ROOM AND A HANDFUL OF PRIVATE QUARTERS.  WE'VE DONE EVERYTHIN' T'CHANGE - AN' AFTER SO LONG AT WAR, THEY EXPECT OVERNIGHT RESULTS THAT THEY JUST CAN'T HAVE.  IT SEEMS LIKE WE'RE DOIN' ALL TH' BENDIN'.

Megatron:

*Nods slowly*  ...very well.  I ask you to be patient with me, then, too.  It's been a long time since I've had to deal with mechs who are not Decepticons.  I'd forgotten how difficult it can be...

Bonecrusher:

BELIEVE ME, YER NOT TH' ONLY ONE.  AUTOBOTS PRESENT A WHOLE NEW MESS OF PROBLEMS.  *shrugs, looking down the hall* ...I'D CONSIDER MAKIN' SOME KINDA ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT YER WORSER HALF, TOO.  DON'T LET FUCKERS TALK T'HIM.  WE'LL LOSE MORE PEOPLE THAT WAY THAN YOU'D THINK POSSIBLE.

Megatron:

....I was serious when I said they could go.

Megatron:

He'll kill them for me...

Megatron:

...and I'd like some names of Autobots who are particularly bad about being...bigoted.  I seem to remember having words with Tracks, myself...

Bonecrusher:

.....Y'DON'T HAVE T'WORRY 'BOUT TRACKS.  *ah-hem*  I CAN'T GIVE Y'NAMES.  T'BE HONEST, I DIDN'T EXPECT T'JUMP INT' THIS KINDA CONVERSATION WITH YA.

Megatron:

...names would be useful.  Prime will ask for them.

Bonecrusher:

....TRAILBREAKER.  WARPATH, T'SOME EXTENT, MAYBE BUMBLEBEE.  IUNNO.  FIREFLIGHT?  HAVEN'T SEEN HIM 'ROUND, LATELY, THOUGH.  'S HARD T'JUST NAME PEOPLE, WHEN 'M USED T'JUST HATIN' ON 'EM ALL.

Megatron:

That's a start...I have a few names to add to the list as well.  Perhaps more will come forward now too...

Bonecrusher:

MAYBE.  OR MAYBE THEY'LL JUST PRETEND THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT YER TALKIN' ABOUT.  *sighs*  DOESN'T EVEN MATTER.

Megatron:

Obviously, it does matter...

Megatron:

If we can't....

Bonecrusher:

IF WE CAN'T?  *presses the issue*

Megatron:

...we'll just have to move.  Fix the Nemesis and find a place of our own...

Megatron:

...kidding.

Bonecrusher:

*snorts*  WHAT EVER HAPPENED T'THAT ISLAND IDEA, ANYWAYS?

Megatron:

...

Megatron:

I have an island...

Bonecrusher:

.....YOU  HAVE AN ISLAND.  *smirk*

Megatron:

*frowns*

Megatron:

I do.

Megatron:

I bought it last month...

Megatron:

It's big enough...for all of us...

Bonecrusher:

BUT TH' QUESTION IS, ARE Y'REALLY WANTIN' T'SHARE IT WITH US SLAGGERS?

Megatron:

*For the first time since the beginning of their conversation, he smiles*  That is the question...

Megatron:

There's room to spare...room enough that we won't have to stare at each other day in and out.  Which, I believe, is part of the problem we have here.

Bonecrusher:

ARE Y'PLANNIN' ON MOVIN' US?  'COS TH' ONLY THING WE GOTTA WORRY ABOUT IN THAT CASE IS YER LESSER HALF.

Megatron:

*Shrugs*  I've considered it.  But it has to be a decision we can all agree on.  There are quite a few of us who have ties here. 

Bonecrusher:

...MAYBE TWO BASES IS BETTER.  *shrugs*  SOME OF US COULD HANG BACK HERE, AN' TH' REST OF US CAN GET TH' FUCK OUT.

Megatron:

*Shakes his head*  No, safety in numbers, and our numbers are few enough as it is.  All we need is for some new, or old, threat to surprise us and take out a handful of mechs.  I'd prefer we stay together.

Bonecrusher:

THEN WE GOTTA FIGURE OUT HOW T'MAKE IT EFFICIENT AN' EASY T'MOVE.  MOST OF TH' TIES HERE WILL STAY TH' SAME IF WE MOVE.  THEY JUST NEED IT BEATEN INTO THEM, OR SOMETHIN'.

Megatron:

Well, it would be easier if the ships were functioning...no one is going anywhere with the Nemesis in the shape it's in...

Bonecrusher:

SHOULDN'T TAKE FEREVER T'REPAIR.  LOTS OF US ARE GOOD AT THAT MECHANICAL SLAG.  *chuckles*  GET TH' AUTOBOT MECHANICS AN' TH' 'CON MECHANICS T'GETHER.  MAKE IT A GROUP PROJECT.

Megatron:

...that's not a bad idea.

Megatron:

...I'll do that.

Bonecrusher:

EVERY SO OFTEN, 'M GRACED WITH 'EM.

Megatron:

*Chuckles*  Occasionally one comes to me as well.  *Frowns again, growing somber once more.*  ...I wish I had a couple right now.

Bonecrusher:

THIS IS WHY Y'LET ME GET AWAY WITH TALKIN' T'YA LIKE A FUCKIN' MORON.  SO Y'CAN GET SMART IDEAS.  IT'LL RUB OFF ON YA.  *smirk*

Megatron:

*Gives him an amused look*  Well, behind a good leader there's usually a handful of morons who come up with decent ideas to feed him from time to time. 

Megatron:

...I should appoint you advisor.  *smirks*

Bonecrusher:

*incredulous, thy name is Bonecrusher*

Megatron:

*Smiles and gives him a pat on the shoulder*

Bonecrusher:

.......RIIIGHT.  *opticroll*

Megatron:

*Shrugs and starts to head back inside, too tired to run a check on the barrier.*  You never know.  You've done pretty well with the job I gave you so far.  Maybe it's time for a promotion.

Bonecrusher:

HAH, FIRST 'M A DELIVERY BOY, NOW Y'WANNA MAKE ME YER COURT JESTER.  FUN TIMES.  *smirks again* 

Megatron:

*Steps inside as the doors slide open, then looks over his shoulder*  But just think of it!  You'd get to wear one of those funny hats.  *Makes a flicking motion with his claw, as if hitting a dangling bell.*

Bonecrusher:

I LOOK FUNNY ENOUGH WITHOUT A FRAGGIN' HAT. 

Megatron:

*Snerks and just shakes his head, waving a claw*  I'm tired, so I'm going to recharge.  Run a check on the barrier, if you've got nothing else to do.

Bonecrusher:

ANYTHIN' T'KEEP MYSELF OUTTA TH' MEDBAY.  *remember, that other arm he's missing?  yeah, he'd rather run into GALVATRON than go get that looked at*

Megatron:

*Has disappeared inside, but caught the words before the doors slide shut*  ::Maybe you should run two, then?::

Megatron:

::....And Bonecrusher, I'll do what I can.::

Bonecrusher:

:: ....DIDN'T MEAN T'START SLAG.  TAKE A VACATION 'ER SOMETHIN' SOON, WOULD YA? :: *already heading to go check the barrier*

Megatron:

::I just might.  Good night, and watch out for tempters.::

Bonecrusher:

:: I'LL THROW A CUBE AT HIM IF HE COMES AROUND. ::  *chuckles over the comm*

Megatron:

*Chuckles as well*  ::That brew of yours might just be caustic enough to stun him.::