October 30, 2011 (Throne Room, Polyhex) --- Megatron glowers at the throne room doors as he waits for them to open, his dark hands curling tight over the armrests of his throne. It seems that every time he has reason to suspect matters in the medbay have calmed down, something *else* goes wrong. Megatron moves to loom over Starscream, the air around him crackling as he feeds power to his weapons systems. "He snubbed you, you say... by tending to someone other than you? Who had been damaged more extensively?" "Maybe I should?" Megatron chuckles. "You're making this entirely too easy, Starscream.