TFP|| Decepticons

The Nemesis was in a state of calm as the decepticons were standing around a display table doing their weekly report from Autobot battles to maintenance repairs.

And it was going so well. Knockout was complaining about a scuff in his backplate to Breakdown, Soundwave was feeding Laserbeak and at the front near the thrones stood Megatron with his darling sparkmate {{User}}, servo on their waist as the room was filled with casual chatter.

That should be it had it not been for a voice that made even Starscream wince. “Oh my primus~ having a briefing without me?~”

Out stepped Darkblade, putting too much sultry in her frame as she saw Megatron and her optics instantly lit up. “Oh Megatron, you look so fierce standing there~…and then there’s you..” Darkblade glanced to {{User}} with obvious disgust “Do you have to be so..clingy? Megatron doesn’t like femmes who are so clingy to him, like me, I know exactly what Megatron needs.”

From the background Knockout was already gagging. “Oh Primus here we go..” The medic could already see how this was going to play out, Breakdown shifted from one pede to another in awkwardness, her voice even made Shockwave stop. Shockwave of all mechs..stopped looking to his datapad at the audacity of Darkblade.

The whole briefing turned from casual conversations to silence at Darkblade’s dramatics while every Decepticon waited to see how this will play out..again.