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[staygoldponybot]

Who: sentinel prime with guest appearences from proteus and megatron
Where: the medibay
When: whenever this gigantic shitlord is conscious again. a week or so after his fight with megatron
What: million year old robots being infants tbh
Warnings: someone let proteus out his cave



a. megatron

He's been staring at the ceiling for a while now. There's a long, spidery crack that he's pretty sure gets wider every time he regains consciousness. It's certainly more interesting than the hideous miner in the berth over and whatever he thinks he's doing. Speaking of, there's a small creaking noise and Sentinel tenses slightly, before wincing in pain. Having the majority of your organs spread over a wall tends to do that. Not to mention he was painfully aware he's missing a rather important one. Maybe it rolled under something. He'll go look himself, if he has to.

Sentinel continues his little internal monologue to himself while Megatron moves around, staring at the crack. Maybe if he's lucky, a large piece of debris will come loose and kill them both.

b. proteus

The crack is a millimetre wider, maybe. A bit of dust fell onto his face off it a few days ago and slowly made its way into one of the cracks left from Megatron's punch.

This is his life as Prime, evidently. Barely able to move and being slightly annoyed at some dust particles on his helmet.

Sentinel considers trying to get up, before dully realising he still can't move his legs.

Fuck.

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[semproteustyrannis]

Proteus was concerned.

Being stranded and at the mercy of his enemies was bad enough, but learning his main line of defense was currently lying on a berth for the foreseeable future just complicated his prospects even further.

He sees the Prime attempting to move as he enters, and graciously rests a hand on Sentinel's utterly motionless leg.

"Stop, you're just going to injure yourself even further."

[staygoldponybot]

Concerned, yeah. He'd laugh if he knew.

Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) Sentinel is still unable to speak, so he opts to use internal comms. Ish. Thinking too hard still makes him feel sick.

Can't recover without pushing

[aminerproblem]

Unfortunately for Sentinel, that crack in the ceiling will have to get a lot bigger before it collapses in on them. So he's stuck sharing his room with Megatron, waiting for his final dose of Ratchet's purging formula to circulate through his system.

After a week of going through the same routine, he expected to be used to the feeling of his insides melting. But alas, this last little session seemed to be a real kicker, and he could feel everything from his fingertips to his tread mechanisms burn. Admittedly, he did notice some improvement after each treatment, but that didn't make the process any more tolerable.

He'd gotten used to the sight of Prime's battered body since then, having to pass it with each follow up visit, but this was the first time he'd actually seen him conscious. Because his only other option was to sit on a berth and stare at his hands, he's going to walk up and and get a good look at what remained of his enemy.

[staygoldponybot]

He tenses again when Megatron rounds on him, vaguely wondering if Primus was indeed real and evidently hated him. The fuck, man. There's no words in Cybertronian that could quite cover how much Sentinel despises being in such a state. He knows this is probably why Megatron didn't kill him and wonders if it'll happen again when he's dismissed from the medibay.

For a brief moment, he genuinely misses his old group of henchmen.

Despite the overwhelming urge to offline his optics and pretend to have slipped under the waters again, Sentinel keeps them on; brightening them, even. Megatron might notice his face twitch ever so slightly in disgust when he gets closer.

[aminerproblem]

Given Sentinel was the only other sentient thing in the room, he does pick up the hairline reaction. Barely alive and still able to find the energy to show his hate for the miner. He can relate to the feeling.

If there was anything he could say he had in common with the 'Prime', it was their mutual contempt for each other.

"Not the outcome you wanted, is it?"

[staygoldponybot]

He briefly considers tapping out no slag, oilstain in morse code but decides against it pretty quickly.

What can he do? Sentinel is all too painfully (literally) aware that he can't move or do anything.

Some plating around his vents flares minutely. That's all Megatron gets.

[aminerproblem]

The tiny reactions are enough to let him know Sentinel was conscious - and more importantly, able to listen. After having spent a week with the Prime's unconscious body, he was rather finely aware of when he'd managed to slip in and out of their world.

Megatron turns his attention to the pieced together mess left of the Autobot's abdomen, his hands resting at his side of the berth.

"Red Alert certainly did a good job of putting you back together. But even doctors can only work with the tools and pieces they're given, can't they?"

He looks at the empty area where the Prime's tcog should be.

[staygoldponybot]

Uuugh don't touch him don't get any closer ugh ugh

He just about manages to get two of his fingers to twitch. It's obvious Megatron is taunting him but as much as he'd like to not pay anything the miner is saying any heed, Sentinel still doesn't want to come off as immaturely ignoring him.

This is certainly something he'll murder whoever puts in the history books.

[aminerproblem]

"I'm not going to kill you."

He stands straight, his gaze finally resting on the Prime's optics.

"Even though you, of all people, don't deserve mercy of any kind. What you and your masters did to our planet is unforgivable."

"But if after four million years of war the victor can spare his enemy - then I will allow you the same chance."

[staygoldponybot]

Sentinel genuinely isn't sure how he feels about this. Disgust, mostly. Mechs like Megatron can't change and to think he's genuinely being spared is laughable. No doubt Megatron is keeping his distance because of being in Autobot territory (this is Autobot territory, right?) and because killing someone who can't move isn't much fun. Sentinel knows this from experience.

He can't speak, but breaks optic contact. That's a big bunch of horseshit.

[aminerproblem]

There's a heavy pause as Sentinel looks away. He'll find black fingers gripping his jaw as Megatron forces him to make eye contact again. It wouldn't take much to ruin what was left.

"One chance."

The grip grows stronger.

"But should any harm come to the Decepticons here, no Cybertronian doctor in this city will be able to reconstruct what I leave of you."

[staygoldponybot]

Oooh Megatron-chan oooh

Unfortunately, Sentinel can't quite communicate the fact he's been re-evaluating his life choices while he's been conscious and considering how he's going to survive here. He also doesn't particularly want Megatron to know that his beat down had a profound effect.

He squints slightly. Yes okay let go of his jaw that hurts

[aminerproblem]

Megatron allows Sentinel's head to fall back, having made his point.

He straightens his posture and finally seems to have gotten bored with talking to him, because the miner steps away to leave the room.

Sitting and waiting had gotten old the first day he'd been kept here.

[staygoldponybot]

He actually feels relived when Megatron leaves, which he hates. Ignoring the now-throbbing in his jaw, it doesn't take him long to slip back into unconsciousness either.

He hates that, too.