"Well, I guess the good Doctor doesn't have anything to add after all, the results speak for themselves. The virus was indeed artificially created, and after breaking down its components and analyzing it thoroughly, I do believe I could synthesize an cure that would not only heal all the infected's symptoms, but also act as a preventative so that we could never be susceptible to this virus again" Tarantulas explained, the various predacons in the room breathing sighs of relief and sharing pleased looks with each other, until the spider added "But there is no time."
Inferno grit his beartrap like teeth in anger and stormed up to Tarantulas, yelling "What do you mean by that spider?! For the Royalty you will MAKE time!"
"Inferno, stand down, let the arachnid speak" Megatron commanded, not wanting Inferno to damage the scientist until his work was done, or if he proved incapable of curing his condition and thus deserved to be taken down with him.
"What I meant before the insect so RUDELY interrupted, was that while I may be able to develop a cure for this plague, it will take time, time which those already infected may not have..." Tarantulas explained, irritated once again by the ant's impertinence, but this time was cut off by the iron grip of Megatron himself as he grabbed him by the throat and began squeezing.
"Is THAT supposed to satisfy me?!" Megatron growled, eyes filled with rage and a hint of madness that even Tarantulas had not seen before in the transmetal tyrant, no doubt brought on by the virus running rampant with his systems.
"GAH! You can strong arm me all you want Megatron, but you cannot rush science! You just have to be...Gah!...Patient, and hope for the best!" Tarantulas gasped out, hoping Megatron wasn't too far gone already to be without reason, some chance of survival was better than none, logic which a healthy Megatron would have understood perfectly well, but a brain addled one? Who could say?
"Yes Little Tyrant, snap the spider's neck, you've allowed him to live too long already, this den of thieves you command would be better off without him" spoke the original Megatron's phantom, urging the Predacon leader on to kill the treacherous spider, who at the same time was one of his only hopes for a cure beyond the operative he'd dispatched to the maximal base.
"Nnnnoooo....I still need him....Someday I'll slag him....But not this day, I need him to continue his work!" Megatron snarled inwardly, while growling outloud for the others to hear, the battle to keep his conversations with the viral specters becoming harder to keep private.
"Bah! You forgive and forget too easily Little Tyrant, you'll never rule Cybertron with insubordinate, undisciplined rabble such as him and this lot at your command. You need REAL soldiers, true believers who are willing to live and die for you and your cause, and not just out of fear, the promise of reward, or brain damage like the ant. You require true acolytes! And I could help give them to you...If you were more open to carrying out my last will as planned" Megatron the First said, grinning evilly as he awaited the younger tyrant's reply.
It was then that Terrorsaur emerged from the CR tanks, restored to full health and stretching like he'd awoken from a long nap, the pterosaur taking in the sights unfolding before him and saying "Uh...Did I miss something?"
With a contemptuous snort, Megatron dropped Tarantulas like a sack of potatoes and said "Return to your work spider, and be quick about it! Spineback, make yourself useful and assist him. Oh, and Inferno, if I succumb to the virus before Tarantulas finishes his work....Burn him."
"As you command Royalty!" Inferno declared with a salute, his flamethrower pointed at a scowling Tarantulas as he picked himself up and returned to his work, the ant trying not to show his distress at the idea of the Colony being without its queen...Who would rule them?!
Megatron turned his attention back to the delusion that was the first Megatron and said "What do you mean by acolytes, Elder?"
Megatron the First's optics glowed with the fires of the Pit now that he had his successor's attention once more...Even if this ghost truly just was a figment of Predacon Megatron's imagination, it was a convincing one, one who many could have easily believed was the genuine article speaking to his descendant from beyond the grave, ensuring that his last great scheme was carried out after all...Stranger things had happened on this and many other worlds in the ongoing conflict between the children of Cybertron.
