fusion-'verse. Autobot command headquarters, Cybertron. Interlude.
Ultra Magnus was still boggling at bureaucratic stupidity as he hurried into the meeting room over an hour late. He knew Galvatron would still be waiting. The young Prime was tenacious in attending his meetings with his advisors....
The red, white, and blue mech pulled up and gaped at what met him inside.
Galvatron was indeed there, but he was sprawled in his tipped back chair, his feet propped on the table and his arms wrapped around a snuggling Deathscream who listened to his spark as she recharged. From the purple and grey mech's vocalizer came a soft thread of static that sounded like a snore.
Magnus blinked at the rare sight of his dynamic leader taking down time, and then smiled and checked his chrono as he settled down to take his turn at waiting.
The red, white, and blue mech pulled up and gaped at what met him inside.
Galvatron was indeed there, but he was sprawled in his tipped back chair, his feet propped on the table and his arms wrapped around a snuggling Deathscream who listened to his spark as she recharged. From the purple and grey mech's vocalizer came a soft thread of static that sounded like a snore.
Magnus blinked at the rare sight of his dynamic leader taking down time, and then smiled and checked his chrono as he settled down to take his turn at waiting.