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It was a bright sol, Iacon busy and bustling. The light shined brightly through the dark office. Dust particles danced against the rays of light that pierced through the lone window. A single mech rested on a desk nearby the table. His features large and sharp, plating a clean shade of white, almost pearlescent against the sunlight. The sound of a door opening would steer the mech into awakening. His systems shutting on as he felt himself being dragged out of stasis. As the door closed, his optics opened. Tiredly shifting upwards and looking at the new arrival. "Good morning, Megatronus." the voice spoke, quiet. Megatronus grumbled lightly, his vents hissing. He reached his arms over his head, stretching his joints before flopping them back down. "Morning, Magnus." he gave a nod to the other.
Ultra Magnus gave a disgruntled hum, "Slept in the office again? I guess I can't complain. Rodimus did the same, except on the floor this time." he sat down, a desk across from Megatronus. The larger mech gave him a optic roll. "Please, be grateful I slept at all." Megatronus waved his hand around lazily as he scoffed. The blue mech squinted at his co worker, he worried for him, but also found him very annoying with trying to take care of. He was surprised how much Hot rod wanted to make it a routine to check up on him. "Well excuse me if your well being is not only important but very influential to other designers to keep up their spirits." he explained, finizalizing the data pads on his desk. Megatronus stayed quiet, but only to examine the other across the room. Ultra Magnus was a thoughtful bot, always caring for others even when you can tell it disgusts him down to his very own spark.
The silver mech mused, he finally broke his judgemental gaze and threw it at his own data pads. staring at the scattered drawings, listings, collaborations, interviews etc. He could only take a long vent. The night before, he was simply just making new drawings, organizing materials and dreaming about the perfect model to walk his designs. Something he could only dream about. Shaking the thought out of his head, he heard pedesteps approaching. this indicated that the day has started and he was more than likely in for a long day of work. Of course, just as Megatronus thought of this, the doors to the shared office burst open. A shouting medic and a steaming model came in. 'The usual' Megatronus thought to himself. Every morning his job opened to Ratchet shouting at Starscream about overworking himself. Starscream was known to take as many modeling gigs than any other. Ratchet stressed himself out too much, Starscream was a go getter. He seized any moment he possibly could get his grubby servos on.
"Good morning to you two too." Megatronus spoke quietly from his desk, paying the two no mind as he read a data pad. leaning back in the chair as a pede laid rest over his knee. Ratchet was first to cease his yelling and bawl his first. inventing and then exventing. "yes. Hi, Megatronus, Good morning to you too." he said through grit denta. Starscream's wings fluttered and he darted over to Megatronus. "Oh perfect! just the mech I was looking for!" He purred, leaning on the larger mech with a dramatic arm over his helm. "Get off me." He simply said, shrugging the smaller model off his shoulder. He earned a shrieked laughter. "Oh but my lord! you shouldn't treat your future model like this, it hurts my very own spark!" he whined, but Megatronus growled. He grew fairly annoyed with Starscream's pruding. He already had enough of it with his other co worker's forcing unfit model's on him. "Cease this foolery, Starscream. Don't you have sessions with shockwave? Why waste your time here." he frowned, glaring at the red seeker.
"Maybe I just enjoy your company." He cooed. It was then, Soundwave and Shockwave entered. Starscream stiffened, his optics set on glaring at Shockwave. The purple mech single threatening red optic looked starscream up and down. Then scoffed."Harrasing the Lord again, Star?" he nicknamed, knowing very much Starscream hated it. The seeker's wings made a very rude gesture, a hissing sound from his vents. "Ultra Magnus, I beg you to put me with another designer! and I never beg!!" he marched over to the unbothered blue mech's desk. Ultra Magnus raised a single eye ridge. "From my understanding, you choose to be with Shockwave. and I quote. 'His designs may even SURPASS Megatronus'. Starscream stared in shock. His faceplate flushing a bright blue energon. "B..Because it was too prove something!! You don't have to say it out loud!!" He shouted out, storming out of the office with a squeaked grumble. Ultra Magnus just went back to data, typing away. Megatronus snorted when felt relief wash over him.
Soundwave beeped. "With that settled, Shockwave, Megatronus. There is a new shipment of materials being brought in by a few wreckers and repair bots." Shockwave made a weird glance at soundwave. "What do you mean...Wreckers and repair bots?" He asked, emphasizing on the Wreckers. Soundwave started to give an answer but then ultimately shrug. He turned to Ultra Magnus who appeared to be just as confused. "Did you check what material? We never claimed to be running short of any. Nor have I sent out notices to our donors." he clarified, standing up. Soundwave opened his chest, lazerbeak emerging from her rest. "No, it was a late notices mail." he spoke, his visor flickering. Megatronus leaned back in his chair, spinning. "then it's a sham. Probably a scam into stealing money from us to pirate more garbage." he ticked, looking at the ceiling. "That could be a possibility. I'll go see for myself, did they give you coordinates for this, exchange?." Soundwave nodded, going over to Ultra Magnus.
Shockwave strodded over to his desk, Announcing his departure for a photo shoot. As everyone gave their goodbyes, it was finally around the time Prowl came in. How you'd know? well, he'd always come in and threaten a table for it's money before sitting down and miraculously calming down. Megatronus always found entertainment in watching it. He found it purely ridiculous, but never thought to ask why Prowl had such a deep sated hatred for tables and chairs. "I think i'll get some fresh air, I will return shortly." He announced. Soundwave and Ultra Magnus gave their nods, returning to their conversation. He knew once he returned, he'd actually have to do the job he spent his life doing. A gentle smirk on his faceplate, light in his step. On days like these, he'd go to his favorite little coffee shop on the outskirts of the Iacon 9 building. He watched in awe of the hall of primes in the distance, hoping one day on these festivals it will leak energon like it used too.
As he got off the train, he took in the fresh air of the cafe. looking down to see his favorite barista. "Arcee! It's been a while." he said with a stricking grin. The bot in question rised from wiping a table to turn to the one who called her designation. "Oh! well would you look at that, the Megatronus at the door of my friend's coffee shop." She'd giggle, going over to give her friend a tight hug. Megatronus returned the hug, letting go and following her inside. The inside of the cafe was a soft orange color, the doors wooden and the tables painting a dark brown to match it's flooring. the walls were stripped with yellow and sepia patterns. Being complimented by various coffee related pictures. "Elita!! Megatronus is here!" she shouted to the back, rushing behind the counter. He took his usual seat by the large windows sitting down with a quiet huff. A few minutes have past, there came two pink colored femmes. One clearly excited to see him, the other...well. "Hello megatronus, going to finally pay this time?" she asked, placing the energon coffee and rust stucks on the table. He let out a rumbled laugh, "I do pay dear Elita!" he started, picking up the mug and taking a sip. "In my presence."
She let out a groan and turned to leave. Arcee smiled, sitting down across from him. This seat had the best view of the hall of primes. "do you think that all the Primes lived there together at one point?" she asked, leaning her elbows on the table. "Of course, I hardly believe they'd mingle with regular civilians let alone Warframes." he said, taking another sip. Arcee mused, "I think, I'm going to take your offer. I recieved a recommendation from Hot rod." Even if she tried to be professional, Megatronus could tell the flutter in her voice as she spoke about hot rod. He wondered why those two didn't end up together. "So, I'm assuming you are taking up training under him?" he raised his eyeridges, using only his optics to look at her over the mug. She shook her head, "I don't think I'd be able to handle it." she let out a weak laugh. waving her servo, "I'm taking under Jazz and Blaster." he finished. Megatronus nearly spit the drink out. Having to swallow and cough. "Are you okay!? oh my primus, I'm so sorry--" She waved her servos frantically, as he stopped her, covering his mouth. "no--no! it's fine. It's fine.. I just didn't expect those two. why?" he recovered, regaining his posture and drinking again.
Seeing that he was okay now, she sighed, rubbing her forearm. "Well...I don't know, I really like their style. and It just suits me better than Magnus's perfectionism." she gave him a half smile. He nodded, thoughtfully. "Yes, street style is more you. As long as you are happy, that's all that matters." he reassured with a smile, closing his eyes as he drank. Arcee smiled widely, her optics furrowing. "You always know what to say, Meggy." He grit. "I told you to stop calling me that." and then, their usual bickering session. Megatronus found this part always fun, able to let loose with his close friend. Good amount of jorns have passed and Megatronus had waved goodbye to Arcee and Elita. Heading back to the building. The hustle bustle about the Festival's coming was on everyone's task board. He'd let out a content sigh.
This was the time designers go all out. a time where everyone is at their peak creativity. All but Megatron.