[Open] BONJOUR, AUTOBUMS!

[starscheme]

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.)

Comments

[deceptionshark]

"Now what have you been up to Starscream?" Megatron asked mildly when his Second-in-Command skittered out from under some mysterious rock. He had almost considered going out to look for him too! Where Starscream's body language was panicked, Megatron's was as relaxed as nonchalant as he could possibly get. Yes, he's aware that there was a bomb right there, but he knew it would take more than a bomb to seriously injure him.

Now Starscream on the other hand.

"Problems, Starscream?"

lets get this trainwreck a rollin

[staygoldponybot]

Sentinel had thought of Starscream maybe once after their first... explosive meeting. During his time in traction, fantasizing about ripping those stupid seeker wings off and eating robot popcorn while watching him bleed out.

He's the best, most non-grudge holding Prime, clearly.

Fortunately, he's also still not hard to spot. While his golden paint has been either gouged/rubbed off or caked in mud, he's still the giant, chunky fucker he was when he first arrived. Keeping the whole grand Prime image is a bit hard while he's sitting on his ass in a random street scowling while pulling a gnarled piece of metal out of his remaining wrist guns, though.

[aerospacecommander]

This Starscream had been doing his own bit of exploring when he spotted a silver-ish bot from his place in the sky. He preferred to stay in the air when traveling about, if only because it gave him a certain advantage.

That doesn't mean he was too cowardly to come down, no far from it. He dived down, transforming to robot mode only a short distance from the ground. He landed hard, but it was really a show-off type mode since this other mech looked like he had wings. And well, if he were a bird he'd be puffing up his feathers to look bigger.

"Why hello. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

[chickscream]

Slipstream has spent most of the days she's been stuck here exploring, but Autobot central-- surprisingly-- is one of the more pleasant places to hang out. She's not exactly striking up friendships, but the company is mostly not-terrible and there's no one shooting at her, so she's kind of gravitated back time and time again.

She's flying in towards her kind-of-maybe-temporary home, skimming low, when she sees an unfamiliar jet-- unfamiliar but strikingly familiar, too-- and transforms in midair, shoving her legs in front of her to bring herself to a hovering midair stop, red optics narrowed.

All that silver and red-- and that chin-- he looked exactly like her creator, except that he looked nothing like him, spindly and sharp-edged as if he were built from knives.

Unsettled, she squints down at him, because what the heck. What the heck. This is weird, and she doesn't like it at all.

i want two anna threads fight me

[planate]

Seeing Sixshot and not dying horribly had given Pipes a bit of an odd mix of a confidence booster but also a drop in confidence for exploring alone. On one hand, there's fucking Phase Sixers wandering around. On the other... he didn't get killed by one. Regardless, the minibot decided to stay closer to the settlements, rather than wandering off to the city limits like he had before. It had been a bad decision regardless and he'd sated his curiosity for now.

Starscream might find him near the medibay, walking out of a ruined building and holding a few random tidbits. Nothing really of interest, just stuff you'd find in an average Cybertronian household.

[towardspeace]

Megatron isn't really expecting that Tarn's about to drag himself back over here to try to pull apart any more Autobots any time in the near future, but all the same, he's out here prowling through the wreckage like he expects worse Decepticons to pop out of the rubble any second.

Starscream does not really count as worse Decepticons. Not this Starscream, anyway.

Still, Megatron doesn't exactly look welcoming as he makes his way over to confront him.

"What are you doing here?"

[asafepairofhands]

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?"