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robothell2015-02-24 11:40 am
starscheme) wrote in robothell2015-02-24 11:40 am
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[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.)
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.)
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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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He looks surprised at her second statement. "You've been around the Autobots? They actually permitted you to be within their presence?" His tone exudes... not quite jealousy, but perhaps something close to it, mixed with incredulity. "I can't even get close to one of them without having a gun pulled on me, and that's entirely from Autobots who don't even know me. They see the badge and that's more than enough."
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"Really?" She's surprised right back at him, then considers this. "Perhaps you've been approaching the wrong Autobots? I was assaulted by one of them, right when I arrived-- a little pink one, who had completely ridiculous amounts of weaponry, and a jetpack--" She sounds disgusted at this, as one should be, since Autobots are not meant to fly or use guns, "-- but otherwise they've all been peaceful enough."
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...Fortunately a clunky Optimus Prime with meager flight equipment was no match for an actual jet in his experience, but Starscream still shudders at the memory.
"Hmmm." He lifts one hand and rubs his ridiculously oversized chin thoughtfully. "Curious... Perhaps you may have a point, though I somehow doubt that any Autobot would be quite so hospitable in my case. Perhaps we can... help one another, in that regard. Your good word might go a long way to help me into their good graces."
He catches himself plotting out-loud and makes a big show of stammering, dipping his wings back with well-practiced meekness. "O-of course, that is only if you would agree or feel... comfortable with such an arrangement. We have only just met and all... Even if I did serve as commanding officer to your alternate self."
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Incredible.
She can't hold back a snicker, red eyes bright and a clawed hand curled over her chest, trying to hold it back and failing. "You're not fooling me," she tells him, and sits casually on a bit of protruding wreckage, crossing her legs at the knees. "But I don't mind, as long as you don't ruin the worth of my good word, whatever little that might be."