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Starscream (TFP) ([personal profile] starscheme) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-02-24 11:40 am

[Open] BONJOUR, AUTOBUMS!

Who: Prime!Scream and you, and privately: Sharkatron, Dadtron and Ratchet.
What: Starscream needs some help reaching the FUCKING BOMB that's on his back bc his stick arms can't reach between his wings. Then he goes to the Autobots to scope things out and get his stab wound patched up.
When: Immediately after the fight with Dreadwing AND BEYOND
Where: Out in the wastes, and then later around the Autobot base camp and clinic.
Warnings: Language. Medical and mild descriptions of robo gore. Starscream.



1. FOR SHARKATRON

It's not as though he has been deliberately avoiding Megatron specifically or anything, but the seeker certainly hasn't been anywhere as clingy towards his leader lately as one might expect... Particularly if you take into account the ferocious loyalty he'd been demonstrating after rejoining the Decepticons, back in their own world.

There are numerous reasons for his cagey behavior, but in the end what it really comes down to is that Starscream hasn't really felt the urgent need to return to his master. Megatron seems to have little interest in keeping him on a short leash currently, there's no active war effort happening on this Cybertron (and from Starscream's timeline the war has been over for a few months anyway)... and what Starscream has felt the urgent need for is to mope about on his own and distance himself from anyone or anything that might have a chance of putting him in contact with Dreadwing.

Well, he's failed that last goal pretty spectacularly. Currently the jet is in the middle of tearing as far away from the bot in question as quickly as he can, praying that Megatronus can hold the muderous ex-con off long enough that by the time the dust settles he won't have any idea where his quarry has gone. As luck would have it, his current trajectory has put him in the right direction towards the one person who might possibly help him. Maybe. If he's feeling generous.

As Starscream approaches, his flight pattern is noticeably wobbly and off kilter, and he practically crashes at Megatron's feet, kicking up debris as he skids to a halt. He scrambles up onto his hands and knees so that the FUCKING BOMB that's latched to his back with armor piercing teeth is clearly visible between his wings when he starts begging. The words come tumbling out of his mouth: "Lord Megatron! Master, please, you must help me!" he bleats pathetically.


2. FOR DAD-TRON

So, one Megatron may have taken care of the bomb, but that doens't solve all of Starscream's problems. There's still the matter of the stab wound in his right wing that Dreadwing so generously provided him with in their last scuffle. It still drips bright blue energon here and there, but the more important issue is that Starscream can't fly properly like this. He can still get airborne, but having a gaping hole in one wing isn't exactly conducive to achieving the speed and agility that the seeker is accustomed to.

It's with great reluctance that he heads back out into the wastes on his own. The Megatron he knows is, after all, not even anything remotely resembling a medic, and would be of little use in this matter even if he was inclined to lend a hand. And Starscream very much doubts that he is.

His caution is at an all time high when he arrives in the general vicinity of the Autobot clinic. Not far from here is where he'd last run into Dreadwing, so the stakes are high and Starscream isn't about to take any chances. As long as he avoids running into Dreadwing again this should be easy, right? He just needs to locate an autobot and look and act pathetic enough for someone to finally have mercy on him and lead him to the right person to patch his wing. Yeah. Easy.

3. FOR RATCHET

Someway, somehow (witchcraft? bribery perhaps?), there's a Starscream in the clinic, and he's waiting to be attended to. Someone has apparently forgotten to put his falconing hood on too because he's fidgeting incessantly in the corner while he eyes up his surroundings with an unpleasant scowl. Rationally he knows that he shouldn't have to feel too nervous, because it's hardly as though anyone has officially and actively set up a faction divide on this Cybertron, but at the same time if anything that makes the whole situation all that more unpredictable.

Ratchet's name had been dropped on his way in here. Starscream can only hope that fate has led him to a different Ratchet than the grumpy, horrible one that he's familiar with, because he hasn't exactly got any juicy information to offer the old geezer in exchange for a medical kit this time.

4. OPEN TO ANYONE

Once all repairs have been made, Starscream will be hanging around the general vicinity of the base camp for a while. Watching. Waiting? But not in an ominous way, because he has no schemes cooking for now. He really should be getting back to Megatron, but frankly he's in an odd place lately, and unusually willing to entertain his curiosity about what kind of set up the Autobots have going here. If he likes what he sees, he may stick around for a while, for safety's sake. Wouldn't that be unfortunate for everyone else?

(PM me if you would like a more specific starter or if you'd like to plot anything. Otherwise go for whatever you want.)
aerospacecommander: (starscream 121)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2015-03-04 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
He stops to just stare for a moment before simply busting out laughing. He almost couldn't believe it. This guy? Really?

"I have to say, I was expecting something ... different when it came to my alternate. I'm a little disappointed."

Actually he's mostly disappointed.
aerospacecommander: (starscream 102)

[personal profile] aerospacecommander 2015-03-04 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Starscream takes a few steps closer to get a better look at his alternate. He wonders what similarities they do share. If anything.

"Oh really? He told me not to kill you quite yet," he spoke with an extremely devious smirk.

Okay so that was only slightly the truth. Megatron just said to leave him alone for now. But he wants to see just how riled up he can get this guy.
planate: (it's half full)

[personal profile] planate 2015-03-04 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Pipes watches Starscream do it. He doesn't want to try and intervene and dig himself deeper.

When he realises what Starscream is actually doing, though... he snorts then bursts into genuine laughter. The tidbits he'd been carrying back weren't anything really important.

"That was pretty good, I have to admit!"

He's not even consciously trying to appeal to Starscream's ego, he genuinely found it funny.
Edited 2015-03-04 12:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] chickscream 2015-03-05 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Honor. Honor! Does he know who we are?" Slipstream may not wish to associate herself with her creator, but surely the well of personality she was made from contained not one drop of the stuff. Honor! She'd cry with laughter if only she had tears. "Or is he too stupid to change his tune depending on who he's singing to? Honor." Good grief, she's snickering so hard she's wobbling. "Even if he didn't want to kill you, he'd surely still be ridiculous."
planate: (Default)

[personal profile] planate 2015-03-06 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"You'd think people would do that to annoying minibots more often, wouldn't you?"

This is only like the tenth time it's happened to Pipes, personally.
planate: (it's half full)

[personal profile] planate 2015-03-06 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
TBH he's just glad Starscream chose a non-violent means and he's more than happy to run with it. Optimus wanted him to spread his optimism so he will, motherfucker (ignoring the fact Starscream would probably murder him without a second thought had the circumstances allowed s-sweats)

"Aw, but that would mean I'd have to be a bad sport and tell on you!"
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[personal profile] towardspeace 2015-03-07 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
"It's that way," says Megatron with a curt gesture. "And in case you weren't aware, Starscream, your word is worth extremely little."
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-03-07 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet limps in from a storeroom off to the side of the main medibay, his optics narrowing when he sees Starscream, optics flicking from his badge to his face to his injury.

"And how long have you been leaking weird blue fluid everywhere before you finally dragged yourself in here?" he says, swinging himself closer, his crutches clicking on ever second step. "And what's your name?"
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-03-08 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah." Ratchet's optics drag slowly over Starscream, his lip curling just slightly. "Of course. I should have guessed. I won't even bother asking which Megatron you're talking about--there are two here from the same place I am.

"Anyway, I've seen weirder things than blue energon since this morning, so sure, why not." He limps closer and stops once he's in arm's reach, switching both crutches to settle under one arm so he can reach out, his hand transforming into a welding tool. "Just stay still a minute."
planate: (heeee)

[personal profile] planate 2015-03-08 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Occasionally."

He shrugs. "The trick is knowing when to stop pushing, though."

Which, given that this is Starscream about ten minutes ago probably would've been a good idea.
planate: (just like yo girlfriend last night)

[personal profile] planate 2015-03-10 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
That is actually good advice Pipes would like to not make a shitty comment then get murdered thanks

"Good and noted." He steps aside, out of Starscream's way.
chickscream: (where is everybody?)

[personal profile] chickscream 2015-03-10 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Most Decepticons—of any persuasion—have died out where I'm from, too, but there's always a couple of the overly-devoted types..." Not that she herself has ever sat down to a chat with Lugnut or his like, but the memory of them (and the distain her Starscream held for them) was clear enough to her. She shrugs a shoulder, and thinks aloud, "They're probably of value to Megatron for not being backstabbers who want to take his place, and who can be relied on to keep the likes of you and I from getting close enough to do any stabbing. Not a bad idea, I suppose, but then you have to put up with having them near you all the time."

She snorts, waving a hand. "I assure you, I have no interest in keeping company with him. Even the Autobots around here are more interesting! And mostly less likely to shoot me, apparently."

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