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The streets were packed with bots moving back and forth to their hab units and to the many oilhouses that littered the city streets to get a nice buzz after a long day’s work. After that, they will stagger to whatever hole or crack to rest after their overcharged stupor. As the bot continued to walk down the path, his towering form shadow the other bots that pasted by him. He moved bots out of his way by his sheer size. Making most of them look in awe as they don’t usually see a bot his size. Some of them eyed him and looked terrified by his presence.
He didn’t pay attention to the onlookers as he continued his walk to the now nearing oilhouse, Maccadam’s Old Oilhouse. His grin turned into a smile as he saw the flickering sigh of the oilhouse. His pace picked up as the oilhouse door came into his field of vision. Once he arrived at the door of said Oilhouse he opened it and was greeted with the place being packed with bots of varying shapes and sizes chatting the cycle away. He scanned the crowed bars and booths looking for someone specific. He continued to scan the place when his optics landed on one bot who was sitting alone at one of the booths. That said bot was surrounded by datapads, the bot hand one of them in his servos as his attention was focused on it.
The bigger bot’s smile grew wider as he spotted the mech he was looking for. He went up to the other bot and pulled said bot into a very strong embrace. The smaller bot was snapped out of his contraction. He was startled at first but then looked up. His concern expression melted away as he sighed and returned the gesture to the larger bot.
“Hey, Megatronus! How are ya?” The larger bot asked as he took a seat across from Megatronus he just hugged a moment ago. Megatronus rolled his optics as he looked back at his friend.
“I’m doing good Impactor. An I go by Megatron now.” Megatron said to his companion.
“Wait, why?” Impactor questioned.
“Megazarak thought it would be better if I shorten my name. Since my original name is the name of the fallen prime…” Megatron trailed off. Impactor scoffed at the explanation.
“*pfft* Who cares?!? Your name is fine! You shouldn’t have to change it because of your name after some fallen glitch.” Impactor retorted. Megatron looked at his servos as he fidgets with them.
“I actually like my new name….. It’s original in a way…. I don’t know any other bots with a name like that.” Megatron said with a soft blush on his faceplates. Impactor expression changed to a surprised look.
“Oh….” Impactor trailed off, saddening Megatron by the action. But it didn’t last long Impactor’s demeanor lighten up and he began to laugh.
“I’m glad that you like your name! But I hope I can still call you by your original name.” Impactor asked. Megatron gained a small smile that could make anyone’s spark melt.
“Of course. I wouldn’t mind it if it came from you….” Megatron’s smile grew on his faceplate again. He then focuses his attention on the datapad with one of the many speeches that he was writing for Megazarak. Impactor started to space out Megatron rambled on about what he was doing. It wasn’t until Megatron tried to regain his attention that Impactor’s mind was brought back to focus.
“Impactor!” Megatron exclaimed. Impactor snapped out of his trance and looked at Megatron sheepishly.
“yeah?” Impactor said sheepishly. Megatron sighed and blushed a bit.
“It’s… it’s getting late. I think we should head back to our hab units.” Megatron said still blushing. Impactor smirked at the notion.
“You can stay at my unit tonight…” Impactor remark slyly.
“IM-IMPACTOR!!!” Megatron yelled out. Making him laugh and getting everyone in the Oilhouse attention’s.
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Slowly his optic onlined as his vision first blurry, came into focus as he stared at the dimly lit ceiling. He blinked his single optic. Lugnut thought about the dream he had just woken up from.
“Who’s Impactor?”
Lugnut sat up on the berth as he slowly woke from his recharge in proper. He understood that he had dreams of his great and glorious leader from time to time. After all, it’s his leader after all! But…. Who was that other mech? Impactor was it? Lugnut is not a complicated bot, in fact, he’s considered more as a one-track processor type of bot. So the deep thinking was not something he would normally do. He would mostly follow the orders of his glorious leader Megatron.
Speaking of his leader. Lugnut got off of his berth and walked out of his quarters and walked down the empty halls of the nemesis. Lugnut stalked the empty halls as he walked towards the command center of the ship to see if his leader needed his presence. But he was stopped by a noise. Lugnut followed the noise to the refueling station where he finds Megatron at the table head down on the table, with sounds of what seems like weeping coming from his vocalizer.
Lugnut came closer to look at his master’s face. He then finds out that his master’s faceplates are a very dark shade of pink and a look of a delirium expression. There was no doubt about it, Megatron was drunk. As in extremely drunk, which he should not be at all. Or what that’s what Strika would say if she was here. Lugnut decided to gently pick his leader up and move him back to his quarters.
As Lugnut gently picked up his master he starts to move from the refueling station out to the hallway and down it, towards Megatron’s quarters. Along the way, he starts to notice that Megatron is muttering to himself. Lugnut couldn’t make anything from what his master was saying at first. But by the time they reached Megatron’s quarters he was able to hear something.
“Im…impactor…. I’m sorry….I’m so sorry…..” Megatron then started to sob as Lugnut put him down on the berth. He then left his master’s quarters and just went back to his. Lugnut is not a complicated bot, he doesn't think too deeply into things. He’s a loyal follower of Megatron and the Decepticon cause. But at this moment a thought past through his processor again and this time it stuck.
“Who’s Impactor?”
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Sometime later…..
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His lord and master was now no longer drunk and was back to his normal imposing self. Lugnut felt better to see his master in a better mood than he was previously. Then the thought came back into his processor. Now there was a nagging feeling in Lugnut’s processor. He wanted to say something about it to his lord and master, but he knows not to ask when the others are around. So he waited until it was him and his master. Once they were alone he went up to him. Megatron gave Lugnut a side glance and then spoke.
“What is it Lugnut?” Megatron said in his calm and imposing tone.
“Oh, magnificent leader I must ask you something. Who is Impactor?” Lugnut asked. There was a moment of silence. However, it didn’t feel like a moment but more of eternity before Megatron spoke again. At that moment Megatron’s demeanor changed completely from calm to pure wrath. It was emanating off of him. Lugnut became startled at the change in Megatron’s mood so quickly. He moved back as his master got up from his throne and stalked towards him. His expression was filled with hate as if he was looking at someone he truly despised. After stalking up to Lugnut, he looked square into his optic and then spoke.
“NEVER. An I mean NEVER, Speak that name again. ARE WE CLEAR?” Megatron's voice was uneven with the mixture of rage that was filling his voice and his calmness trying to mask it. Lugnut nodded. Megatron thought of that as a satisfactory answer since he stalked back to his throne and continued back to whatever he was doing previously. Lugnut wouldn’t get a proper answer until many years later when his Conjux, Strika. Received word about Lockdown’s failure to capture the Autobot scum that killed Megatron.