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"Leave your message."
un: $aircommander
"Leave your message."
un: $aircommander
Commander! It would appear that we'll be working together for the foreseeable future!
Is there anything in particular you want of me before we go on our first mission?
Is there anything in particular you want of me before we go on our first mission?
[ As Slipstream's message comes after this exchange, Starscream is practically radiating malcontent across the line. ]
How about you find a third member for this flight crew who is not a sanctimonious malingerer, because I fear the current one may soon find themselves out of the position.
[ And possibly with some missile holes in her. ]
How about you find a third member for this flight crew who is not a sanctimonious malingerer, because I fear the current one may soon find themselves out of the position.
[ And possibly with some missile holes in her. ]
Did Slipstream tell you about her Starscream? What he DID?
You know what, it doesn't matter. For the benefit of our truce, I'm giving you a heads up: he's a slag-sucking fragger, and he's HERE.
And I'm going to put him down.
You know what, it doesn't matter. For the benefit of our truce, I'm giving you a heads up: he's a slag-sucking fragger, and he's HERE.
And I'm going to put him down.
Hello you are...
[He squints at the name.]
Soundwave?
No wait.
You're Starscream, right?
I'm Tailgate and I'm here to ask your opinion on big blue and purple boats.
[He squints at the name.]
Soundwave?
No wait.
You're Starscream, right?
I'm Tailgate and I'm here to ask your opinion on big blue and purple boats.
I may have made a slight miscalculation.
Do not say 'I told you so'.
Do not say 'I told you so'.
I will say what I want, you over-impulsive, shortsighted, more octane-boosted than working circuits idiot.
[ Maybe he should have let him go with "I told you so"... ]
THINK, next time! If there is any Starscream from a world where Megatron remains alive, they must have had to defend themselves. How often has a frontal assault worked to take YOU out?
[ Maybe he should have let him go with "I told you so"... ]
THINK, next time! If there is any Starscream from a world where Megatron remains alive, they must have had to defend themselves. How often has a frontal assault worked to take YOU out?
Er, Commander Starscream?
I'm calling to let you know that Megatron (my Megatron) says that I am not to associate with any Starscream from now on.
[Awkward pause.]
So... yeah.
I'm calling to let you know that Megatron (my Megatron) says that I am not to associate with any Starscream from now on.
[Awkward pause.]
So... yeah.
Commander, are you going to come down here and fly?
You should, it feels very nice!
You should, it feels very nice!
[ Starscream almost goes with, "Oh, we're speaking again?" but decides at the last minute that he can be magnanimous. ]
I intended to, yes. And the oil baths after if they're suitable.
[ Lies. They could be filled with a cheap low-grade at the moment and he's probably still partake, it's been that long since he's had one. But he doesn't want to come across as desperate. ]
I take it this means you're enjoying yourself?
I intended to, yes. And the oil baths after if they're suitable.
[ Lies. They could be filled with a cheap low-grade at the moment and he's probably still partake, it's been that long since he's had one. But he doesn't want to come across as desperate. ]
I take it this means you're enjoying yourself?
Action - CW: Talk of Vos's AU and the Compliance coding.
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cynicismsweapon
2021-12-01 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
(From here!)
[By the time the Seeker shows up, Vos has secured a private spot in the bar.
He's tense and drawn like any true Vosian would be, EM Field close but still very readable. He's clearly not sure what is going to happen in this meeting and is expecting nothing.]
Winglord. [There's a sitting bow, one that is as proper and deferential as the glyphs, both spoken and 'field wise. There's no lie to him, either. Everything is honest.]
Permiss-shon to speak Primal?
[He's very, very clearly expecting a No.]
[By the time the Seeker shows up, Vos has secured a private spot in the bar.
He's tense and drawn like any true Vosian would be, EM Field close but still very readable. He's clearly not sure what is going to happen in this meeting and is expecting nothing.]
Winglord. [There's a sitting bow, one that is as proper and deferential as the glyphs, both spoken and 'field wise. There's no lie to him, either. Everything is honest.]
Permiss-shon to speak Primal?
[He's very, very clearly expecting a No.]
[ Starscream's gaze sources Maccadam at the bar, even if they're technically out of audial range, before approaching the private table. The formal, honest — and more importantly correctly annotated — title draws more confusing emotions from Starscream. That at the very least is worth the request (request?) to speak Primal Vernacular, since Starscream does know a moderate amount, enough to carry a conversation provided it didn't delve into the more obscure vocabulary and glyphs. It wasn't anything near Vos' fluency, but it would do. ]
Granted.
[ He says it with just enough forced confidence to keep it from being a question before switching over to the language himself. ]
You do realize we are not from the same universe, correct? I'm not the Starscream you are familiar with. It happens more often than you'd think aboard this blasted ship.
Granted.
[ He says it with just enough forced confidence to keep it from being a question before switching over to the language himself. ]
You do realize we are not from the same universe, correct? I'm not the Starscream you are familiar with. It happens more often than you'd think aboard this blasted ship.
Text (UN: Notyourgun), Several hours to a day?? after the ball poster goes up
cynicismsweapon
2021-12-11 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He could hope Starcream hasn't seen the poster for the ball. But also life doesn't work that way.]
Winglord, sir, will I be required to put in an appearance at the gala Maccadam and Quintess are hosting? Or am I free to avoid it?
Winglord, sir, will I be required to put in an appearance at the gala Maccadam and Quintess are hosting? Or am I free to avoid it?
I know this will be no surprise at all, but your former commander is up to no good. Unfortunately, I think this has gone beyond business as usual.
On the night of the ball, he blew a hole in his Optimus with his fusion cannon. I know, I know. But after that, he attacked the smallest of the Megatrons, who has become a friend of mine. I spoke to his Soundwave, who has also become one of my friends. The small Megatron had a Matrix of Leadership. Your former commander ripped open his chest and tore it out of him.
Since then, he's disappeared. I would like to think that he's gone forever and we won't ever see him again, but you and I both know that isn't true. I feel that you and I should talk, and possibly Little Soundwave should be in on it.
I know you don't care what happens to Megatrons and I don't blame you for that. However, we both know that the last thing we need on this ship is the Megatron from your universe with a Matrix. Unlike the antlered one, who slinks around the edges of parties in the faint hope that someone will be bored enough to listen to him, I believe he actually has followers aboard this ship. There are people in the Decepticon forces from every universe who very much love that sort of person.
I don't want the war to come back to life on this ship and neither does Little Soundwave. I don't think you do, either. I'd understand if you decided this was none of your affair, but you know his tactics and you probably know his resources. If you're willing to help us come up with a contingency plan for his return and let us know who to watch out for, it would be greatly appreciated.
Your friend (I hope)--Ravage of Stanix
On the night of the ball, he blew a hole in his Optimus with his fusion cannon. I know, I know. But after that, he attacked the smallest of the Megatrons, who has become a friend of mine. I spoke to his Soundwave, who has also become one of my friends. The small Megatron had a Matrix of Leadership. Your former commander ripped open his chest and tore it out of him.
Since then, he's disappeared. I would like to think that he's gone forever and we won't ever see him again, but you and I both know that isn't true. I feel that you and I should talk, and possibly Little Soundwave should be in on it.
I know you don't care what happens to Megatrons and I don't blame you for that. However, we both know that the last thing we need on this ship is the Megatron from your universe with a Matrix. Unlike the antlered one, who slinks around the edges of parties in the faint hope that someone will be bored enough to listen to him, I believe he actually has followers aboard this ship. There are people in the Decepticon forces from every universe who very much love that sort of person.
I don't want the war to come back to life on this ship and neither does Little Soundwave. I don't think you do, either. I'd understand if you decided this was none of your affair, but you know his tactics and you probably know his resources. If you're willing to help us come up with a contingency plan for his return and let us know who to watch out for, it would be greatly appreciated.
Your friend (I hope)--Ravage of Stanix
[ Starscream debates for a while after receiving the message. While it's true he has no lost love for Megatron (quite the opposite), the warlord has left him alone for the most part. As, aside from Dreadwing's assassination attempt, most of the other mechs from his world. If he gets involved with this, that peace will assuredly be gone.
But Megatron? With a Matrix? As if the dark energon wasn't bad enough. No matter what he would do or not do, Starscream would not know peace if that came to fruition. ]
I will meet with you and the small Soundwave. Make certain it is somewhere that the Soundwave I know cannot eavesdrop.
But Megatron? With a Matrix? As if the dark energon wasn't bad enough. No matter what he would do or not do, Starscream would not know peace if that came to fruition. ]
I will meet with you and the small Soundwave. Make certain it is somewhere that the Soundwave I know cannot eavesdrop.
Starscream,
In light of Skyquake's miraculous appearance on the ship, and the fact he has been spared the dishonor and desecration to which you previously confessed, I have chosen this one time to pardon your transgression and will spare your miserable spark.
Do not cross us again in the future, or you will find that my mercy has its limits.
– Dreadwing
In light of Skyquake's miraculous appearance on the ship, and the fact he has been spared the dishonor and desecration to which you previously confessed, I have chosen this one time to pardon your transgression and will spare your miserable spark.
Do not cross us again in the future, or you will find that my mercy has its limits.
– Dreadwing
[ On one hand, he should be grateful for the reprieve.
On the other, there was no fragging way he was going to let that stand. ]
Come near me again, Dreadwing, and your newly-reinstated twin will get to experience your spark go out this time.
On the other, there was no fragging way he was going to let that stand. ]
Come near me again, Dreadwing, and your newly-reinstated twin will get to experience your spark go out this time.
Edited 2022-01-02 08:32 (UTC)
You stand on a burnt and darkened world. The sky above is devoid of stars, having been devoured in ages past. The ruined world smells of the very last day of your youngborn innocence, the final moment in which you did not know of evil.
A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.
The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.
At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.
You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.
A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.
“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”
Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.
The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.
Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.
Unicron.
The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.
“This is my promise to you. Servant of Primus.”
And you awaken, safe and sound.
For now.
A pillar of deep purple light flares into a sickly existences somewhere over the horizon, and by its foul illumination the land you stand on comes into view. The dead lay around in piles so high that the only way through is in a straight line forward. It is silent in the world of the dead. Not even the weight of their lingering souls can be felt. You understand that none of these poor sparks ever made it to the well of Allspark, to be reborn anew. There would be no absolution for them.
The dark light is seeping into your spark, sharp and deadly as venom. All these terrible, ugly thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for years, centuries, millennia, are brought to the surface on tendrils of a universe-deep hatred greater than your mortal imagination can comprehend. A hatred of all living things, created things, that fills your mind and spark, threatening to crush both in the grip of its existential horror.
At least, despite yourself, you arrive at a large clearing, the pillar at its centre. You move closer, and see, with a jolt of recognition, that a Matrix hovers on top of a dark stone plinth. The Matrix has been twisted and warped, its once holy centre filled with a dark purple crystal, glowing with a terrible power.
You want what it can give you. You want it so bad that the greed mixes easily with this agonizing dead world without love or kindness. However, you are not yet fully caught by its power. It only has so much control over you.
A laugh sounds behind you, and you turn around slowly, already knowing who it is. He stands there shrouded by a dark mist that shows only his jagged outline, bigger than you remember, and a set of bright purple eyes that watches with predatory glee.
“It is too late.” Says the voice, clear and full of triumph. “He is coming.”
Above you, in the empty void, two eyes open, each the size of a moon.
The eyes of the Unmaker see you. He knows you. He will not be stopped by you.
Behind you, Matrix of Darkness flares with overwhelming dark power, sending a wave of energy over the bleak, mountainous landscape. Hundreds of pinpricks of light blink into being, before spreading until a million of eyes are on you, each set of eyes filled with the power of the World Eater, the Chaos Bringer.
Unicron.
The creatures begin screaming what must have been their final, dying scream, and they begin to writhe against each other. With a surge of desperate rage, the dead flow as one in a wave of necromantic evil, avoiding the shrouded figure himself as he continues to watch. Thousands of dead hands and claws reach for you with the mindless need to get to you first and feed.
“This is my promise to you. Servant of Primus.”
And you awaken, safe and sound.
For now.
Fine. You win.
[ No explanation, no preamble- No sign of what's happened. Just the mark of a Seeker who runs far too much on his own emotion these days, torn into raw little shreds he can't seem to scoop up fast enough. ]
[ No explanation, no preamble- No sign of what's happened. Just the mark of a Seeker who runs far too much on his own emotion these days, torn into raw little shreds he can't seem to scoop up fast enough. ]
Starscream! We're near a planet with atmo right now, do you want to go on a fly together?
[ RAISED EYE RIDGES. Since when had Slipstream become so casual with him? She's always called him Commander until now. He doesn't mind, but it is surprising. ]
I would like that, although I suppose I'll have to break all your bad habits though, from flying with your usual Starscream.
[ He's teasing lightly, he doesn't actually think there's anything wrong with Starski's flight skills.personality is a different story ]
I would like that, although I suppose I'll have to break all your bad habits though, from flying with your usual Starscream.
[ He's teasing lightly, he doesn't actually think there's anything wrong with Starski's flight skills.
[Hours after the brawl comes this cheerful message. As in. Very cheerful, and very 'the baby seeker is high as a kite'.
Welp. At least... Acid Storm is with him??? Uh...
He holds up a purple cookie with a dumb goofy grin.]
Astrolift! You should try these!
Welp. At least... Acid Storm is with him??? Uh...
He holds up a purple cookie with a dumb goofy grin.]
Astrolift! You should try these!
Edited 2022-01-25 13:39 (UTC)
[ Starscream has been hoping not to get a call, if only because he dreaded it would be some kind of message about trouble, but this... this is unexpected. ]
Try what... where did you get those?
[ But the demeanor shift from earlier... ]
Tell me those are not Tailgate's cookies...
Try what... where did you get those?
[ But the demeanor shift from earlier... ]
Tell me those are not Tailgate's cookies...
Hey. Hey. Hey Starscream.
I'm kinda all?? Weird right now on these great cookies??
But I remembered you wanted those pictures! So here they are.
[ It's a couple of still photos as well as videos; despite being high as a kite, Acid Storm's put some thought into which ones she's picked.
Of the photos, there's a couple group shots (one of which has multiple takes because her own Starscream's in the process of falling on his face in the background) that take center stage. But there's also more individual stuff: a party in which Radon's clearly in some sort of drinking contest against a grey Seeker and definitely losing (Slipstream in the background of that one, a yellow and purple Seeker nearly hanging off of her), a shot of Thrust asleep at a desk, a cozy pile of cuddled Seekers.
The videos are somehow even more goofy. There's one of a Seeker in very similar colours to Skywarp landing on Thundercracker's back with only her legs transformed, and then nearly instantly slipping off- Much to Radon and Acid Storm's laughter. Another is that aforementioned video of Crossfade being dragged through the air by his pede, sopping wet, looking absolutely resigned as a crab of all things comes out of a gap between plating and instantly gets blown off his body ("Hey Cross, you hanging in there buddy?" "I don't think I have a choice?").
The last one even comes with a comment from Acid Storm. ]
This one's my favourite.
[ It's a couple of Seekers - nigh-identical in their gold and green paint and blue optics, with only the colour of their other biolights and the exact paint placement to differentiate them - snickering; you can hear Acid Storm giggle a little alongside them. Acid Storm, clearing her throat as she calls out the room, "Hey, Radon, can you come look at this?"
They quickly switch the lights off as the sound of pedes approaches... And Radon steps in, looking for all intents and purposes like an absolute cryptid as he stands there, bright green stripes and all his biolights glowing in the dark like uranium glass. The three Seekers promptly HOWL with laughter at him, while Radon somehow still manages to look unimpressed in the low lighting.
In some of these, the rare few that actually show Acid Storm at all, a couple have her wearing a different face. ]
I'm kinda all?? Weird right now on these great cookies??
But I remembered you wanted those pictures! So here they are.
[ It's a couple of still photos as well as videos; despite being high as a kite, Acid Storm's put some thought into which ones she's picked.
Of the photos, there's a couple group shots (one of which has multiple takes because her own Starscream's in the process of falling on his face in the background) that take center stage. But there's also more individual stuff: a party in which Radon's clearly in some sort of drinking contest against a grey Seeker and definitely losing (Slipstream in the background of that one, a yellow and purple Seeker nearly hanging off of her), a shot of Thrust asleep at a desk, a cozy pile of cuddled Seekers.
The videos are somehow even more goofy. There's one of a Seeker in very similar colours to Skywarp landing on Thundercracker's back with only her legs transformed, and then nearly instantly slipping off- Much to Radon and Acid Storm's laughter. Another is that aforementioned video of Crossfade being dragged through the air by his pede, sopping wet, looking absolutely resigned as a crab of all things comes out of a gap between plating and instantly gets blown off his body ("Hey Cross, you hanging in there buddy?" "I don't think I have a choice?").
The last one even comes with a comment from Acid Storm. ]
This one's my favourite.
[ It's a couple of Seekers - nigh-identical in their gold and green paint and blue optics, with only the colour of their other biolights and the exact paint placement to differentiate them - snickering; you can hear Acid Storm giggle a little alongside them. Acid Storm, clearing her throat as she calls out the room, "Hey, Radon, can you come look at this?"
They quickly switch the lights off as the sound of pedes approaches... And Radon steps in, looking for all intents and purposes like an absolute cryptid as he stands there, bright green stripes and all his biolights glowing in the dark like uranium glass. The three Seekers promptly HOWL with laughter at him, while Radon somehow still manages to look unimpressed in the low lighting.
In some of these, the rare few that actually show Acid Storm at all, a couple have her wearing a different face. ]
[ Starscream doesn't respond right away, but he sits pages through the still images before sitting and watching all the videos she's sent. Absorbs them like they're the most valuable wartime intel, hands cradling the datapad like they're ephemeral and will evaporate into nothing if he leaves them for a break. Every unfamiliar name recorded, committed to memory... and familiar name scrutinized for the semblances that sometimes are there, sometimes not. It's some time before he actually sends Acid Storm a reply. ]
Thank you for sharing them.
[ The files, or the Seekers? He wants to add more but he's also acutely aware that she, too, has lost them. ]
I am glad that you all had such strong bonds with each other, and that you allowed me a glimpse of it.
Thank you for sharing them.
[ The files, or the Seekers? He wants to add more but he's also acutely aware that she, too, has lost them. ]
I am glad that you all had such strong bonds with each other, and that you allowed me a glimpse of it.
[This might not be a text he's expecting, but Sarah, now free of the coding that keeps curiosity to a minimum, is extremely curious.]
Earlier, you said it was 'disappointing' I was following the coding that locks me into mission-based parameters. Why? Is that so wrong? to follow the directives installed into systems?
Earlier, you said it was 'disappointing' I was following the coding that locks me into mission-based parameters. Why? Is that so wrong? to follow the directives installed into systems?
[ It probably took more hesitation than this needed, this text. But Starscream's gone over it a few times, making sure it's not accidentally hostile and as neutral as he can make it.
Believe it or not, he doesn't actually want him and his silver counterpart to be enemies, and this feels... Neutral enough of a topic. ]
I know you don't like me, and I don't like you. But I'm drawing something up and wanted to compare; who was the previous Winglord where you're from? And how long they held the position, if you please.
[ Eugh, saying please. He'll do it easy for some people, but this is not one of them. ]
Believe it or not, he doesn't actually want him and his silver counterpart to be enemies, and this feels... Neutral enough of a topic. ]
I know you don't like me, and I don't like you. But I'm drawing something up and wanted to compare; who was the previous Winglord where you're from? And how long they held the position, if you please.
[ Eugh, saying please. He'll do it easy for some people, but this is not one of them. ]
[ This Starscream thankfully has no way of knowing the dithering that went into the initial text, but there's a comparatively short response — that is, Starski has a reply within the hour — with the requested information. ]
The previous Winglord was Solarburn of Vos, and he held the position for just shy of 158 megavorns, ending 68.7 megavorns ago.
The previous Winglord was Solarburn of Vos, and he held the position for just shy of 158 megavorns, ending 68.7 megavorns ago.
[ There's a package outside of Starscream's door! The pretty green box is wrapped up in a yellow bow, tied up almost perfectly. Inside is a small, cute plushie, somewhat reminiscent of an Earth lion... Except for the fact it has six legs, three tails, and a pair of feathered wings. It's still got its tag on it; apparently it's called a 'Reiun'.
There's a note too. ]
Won you this at Mirzam, sir! Hope you like it.
[ It's signed with 'Acid Storm', and a little doodle of a rain cloud. ]
There's a note too. ]
Won you this at Mirzam, sir! Hope you like it.
[ It's signed with 'Acid Storm', and a little doodle of a rain cloud. ]
[ Starscream is initially surprised by the gift, but then warms to the sentiment accompanying it. When was the last time someone had gone out of their way to bring him something thoughtful? Better not to dwell on that. ]
Thank you, Acid Storm. Does it come with a name?
Thank you, Acid Storm. Does it come with a name?
Commander Starscream.
I have been informed by a mutual acquaintance that you are on this ship as well. We need to talk.
[ She'd had half a mind to just barge in wherever he was, but she has a hunch he's out flying and she's, alas, an organic. ]
I have been informed by a mutual acquaintance that you are on this ship as well. We need to talk.
[ She'd had half a mind to just barge in wherever he was, but she has a hunch he's out flying and she's, alas, an organic. ]
I'm— yes, obviously I'm on the ship. You're back? The space bridge is indeed fickle. Which mutual acquaintance?
[ On one hand... it had been a relief when the R2's directory no longer listed her among the crew. It meant that she'd been safely returned to their world, where she could be in contact with the newsparks again. Where her absence wouldn't cause him worry that their uniquely Force-sensitive development might be hampered.
But on the other hand, Jane was a familiar touchstone in all the chaos and her disappearance had felt like... loss. But why now such a peculiar phrasing?]
Where are you? Did they assign you back to the same quarters?
[ On one hand... it had been a relief when the R2's directory no longer listed her among the crew. It meant that she'd been safely returned to their world, where she could be in contact with the newsparks again. Where her absence wouldn't cause him worry that their uniquely Force-sensitive development might be hampered.
But on the other hand, Jane was a familiar touchstone in all the chaos and her disappearance had felt like... loss. But why now such a peculiar phrasing?]
Where are you? Did they assign you back to the same quarters?
[He's twisted his hands into knots over the last few weeks, but- he does want to learn.
And it's ok to ask them both. It really is!!]
Would you teach me some Vosian? Even if I ask the other Starscream?
And it's ok to ask them both. It really is!!]
Would you teach me some Vosian? Even if I ask the other Starscream?
Edited 2022-08-02 14:25 (UTC)
[ The request is a surprise; this Skywarp has never expressed much interest in anything specifically Vosian before, which... given his unique origins, makes sense even if it sits sour with Starscream. It is, he thinks for the nth time, a small blessing that this Skywarp is so dissimilar to his own. It is so much easier for Starscream to treat him as an entirely separate mech with simply an unfortunate naming similarity. ]
Yes, I can teach you. I presume you're speaking of the Brigade Starscream as well? There are two others now.
His Vosian and mine have not been identical, but for cursory study the differences shouldn't be too troublesome. I suppose that's to be expected, given he wasn't Vos-sparked.
What brought this about?
Yes, I can teach you. I presume you're speaking of the Brigade Starscream as well? There are two others now.
His Vosian and mine have not been identical, but for cursory study the differences shouldn't be too troublesome. I suppose that's to be expected, given he wasn't Vos-sparked.
What brought this about?
[ A few days after this conversation: ]
Starscream,
You offered before to tell me more about what... happens, at the end of the war and what comes after. I turned you down then.
What's the going extortion rate for seeing if that offer still stands?
Starscream,
You offered before to tell me more about what... happens, at the end of the war and what comes after. I turned you down then.
What's the going extortion rate for seeing if that offer still stands?
Air Commander Starscream, sir? I hope this isn't too much to bother you with, but, uhm. I
I've got a date to the ball and I don't know what to wear, and what you wore to the last one was really really pretty, and I don't know what I'm doing?
Is there any advice you could give me, sir? [ She feels like she's going to implode just asking this. ]
I've got a date to the ball and I don't know what to wear, and what you wore to the last one was really really pretty, and I don't know what I'm doing?
Is there any advice you could give me, sir? [ She feels like she's going to implode just asking this. ]
[It's been a month or so since Ekosi, give or take. Since Skywarp hid out in the Security room for a bit before he vanished to else on the ship to do who knows what. Probably more hiding, yet the time's given him far too much time to think, to consider everything that happened... and to consider the memory he got during all the fuss with memories.
None of that makes it any easier to send the text.]
Does being a Winglord requires you to be brave?
[He's going to regret this so much but this Starscream seems? more? Approachable??????]
None of that makes it any easier to send the text.]
Does being a Winglord requires you to be brave?
[He's going to regret this so much but this Starscream seems? more? Approachable??????]
[ This is an unusual message, and not one he would have typically expected from Skywarp. He isn't sure what prompted this, so he takes a moment to choose how to respond. ]
Ideally, yes.
In practice, no.
Intelligence and adaptability serve a Winglord much better than simple bravery. There have been past Winglords who were considered by others to be brave, but they were unwise about it, and they almost never fared well.
Ideally, yes.
In practice, no.
Intelligence and adaptability serve a Winglord much better than simple bravery. There have been past Winglords who were considered by others to be brave, but they were unwise about it, and they almost never fared well.
Even with the convenient little shuttles for getting around this place easier, this ship is far too damn big for a Leaguer. After more walking than Gold Arm thinks he has ever done in his life (he would have run it, but if Ratchet was like any of the mechanics back home, best not to risk any mechanic wrath), he's finally followed some advice and found Security. Only to scowl again at the two different heights for door controls.
One for humans and one for these Cybertronians, huh? The human one was usable, but a little short... Maybe it's spite, maybe he's just too frustrated by this ship, but with a leap that would have put basketball Leaguers to shame Gold Arm slams the one for mechs and lands back on his pedes slightly in the door. He's still got it.
Alright. Time to find someone to report that little 'incident' to.
One for humans and one for these Cybertronians, huh? The human one was usable, but a little short... Maybe it's spite, maybe he's just too frustrated by this ship, but with a leap that would have put basketball Leaguers to shame Gold Arm slams the one for mechs and lands back on his pedes slightly in the door. He's still got it.
Alright. Time to find someone to report that little 'incident' to.
Starscream's on duty at the moment, with he and Ultra Magnus usually rotating shifts. With the Security team as depleted as it was, they were stretched thin to make sure there was always someone present. Thankfully, things had been relatively quiet of late.
Hearing the door open, Starscream is greeted by a diminutive inorganic he isn't familiar with.
"Yes?"
Hearing the door open, Starscream is greeted by a diminutive inorganic he isn't familiar with.
"Yes?"
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