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[loyaltyandhonor]

"This is Commander Dreadwing. State your business, and I will return your message in due time."

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[loyaltyandhonor]

[ Dreadwing looked down, unable to meet Megatron’s gaze. His fists were clenched tight to the point of shaking, but that was the only indication of his frustration. He had to trust that whatever Starscream possessed was truly so valuable it could possibly be enough to buy his way back into their ranks, after his numerous attempts to betray, undermine, and even assassinate Megatron. So valuable that it was worth more to Megatron than the very loyalty that had earned Dreadwing his post in the first place. In his personal opinion there was nothing with that worth on Earth, Cybertron, or any other planet.

But Megatron was right. That future hadn’t happened. Aboard this ship or otherwise, Dreadwing vowed he would do everything in his power to see that it never did. Which meant tracking down the answers for himself. He would see for himself what it was that meant so much to Megatron.

He raised a hand to his chest with a slight bow. ]

Then I will continue to ensure you never have a reason to think otherwise, Lord Megatron. As I always have.