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“Soundwave. Has there been a response from Iacon yet?”
“Negative, Lord Megatron.” Soundwave turned to from his console to give Megatron a long look. “Soundwave does not believe Iacon will reply.”
“I cannot say I disagree, Soundwave.” Megatron sighed. “But we must make a genuine attempt. All of Kaon deserves that much, before we thrust them into war.”
“Acknowledged. However–”
“Lord Megatron!” One of the youngest mechs assigned to guard the doors of their newly established Leadership Hall burst into the communications room without even knocking. “I’m sorry sir, but there’s a mech outside. He says he’s a courier from Iacon and he won’t speak to anyone but you.”
“It seems we were mistaken, Soundwave.” Megatron gave his lieutenant a half-smile. “Iacon has replied, and in person. Hopefully, it is not with a suicide bomber.”
The guardsmech stared in horror at the suggestion, and Megatron couldn’t stop a soft laugh at his expression.
“Cover my back, old friend. Youngling, you provide an escort to meet our guest. Be prepared for anything.” Megatron gestured toward the door.
The young mech’s wobbly “Yes, sir!” almost downed out Soundwave’s “Acknowledged,” as Megatron left the room.