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megatron | decepticonshark

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Who: Starscream and you!
Where: In the City
When: Now I suppose
What: Obviously Starscream has died and gone to hell
Warnings: Starscream

Just when he thought his life couldn't get any worse, it did. And this time it really wasn't his fault. Well, that he was aware of at least. As far as he could remember he hadn't messed with anything to warrant him waking up in a ruined looking city. Cybertron? Last he saw the place wasn't completely abandoned; and there was no way Shockwave would devise some strange scheme to teleport him there just to enact revenge on him for ruining his plans was there?

Of course the possibility did cross his mind as he stood and shifted around suspiciously almost like a small prey animal that heard a strange noise. Or a cat who saw it's own shadow on the floor.

But no, it couldn't be Shockwave. Because Megatron had shown back up and had him cowering in a back corner all armless and stuff.

In an exasperated sigh, he looks upwards.

"For once can't things be a little normal. Primus, I'm not saying you exist, because I know you don't and are just a figment of the mindless masses imagination because really who is that stupid to believe in some sort of 'higher power' ... but eh, I have to ask ... why do you hate me this much?"

He gestures with his hand to the sky as he speaks to the open air.

"All I was doing was minding my own business and trying to take over a planet of insignificant flesh creatures, is that really so wrong?"

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Megatron happened to have been hanging out nearby. What was he doing? Well, nothing, actually. There wasn't much to do in this strange and unusual Cybertron. It got rather dull after a while and Megatron contemplated going out and starting some trouble. Maybe then the other Megatron will fight him. Goodness knows he could use one. Imagine his surprise when a voice piped up suddenly in the area around him. Megatron was not unfamiliar to one-sided conversations, but such things were always odder when other people did them.

"To live in a world where to do such a thing deserves punishment is punishment enough."

It was a rule in Megatron's mind that his entrances must always be grand and dramatic. It brought on a good first impression, see? He emerged from the shadows, a light smile playing across his scarred face. The newcomer was interesting. Familiar, but not so familiar that he could immediately come up with a name for him.

"I'm afraid you will find that there is no Primus here."

At the sound of the voice, Starscream suddenly turned -- not out of being startled, but surprised really. That voice ...

It was eerily familiar and the design too. His eyes narrow in caution, but he otherwise just straightens in his stance.

"Good. I'd hate to end up having been blasphemous to the god who doesn't exist and all."

This mech had an interesting look to him. Hard. Warn. Obviously someone who had seen a lot of battles. The Decepticon emblem on his chest was indication enough.

Which was also further reason to keep his guard up, though he does fold his arms cross his chest in a sort of relaxed fashion. Appearances are everything.

"I'm going to guess you're not the designated tour guide who's going to tell me just where in the pit I am."

In other words, who are you.

"'Doesn't exist?' I beg to differ. He most certainly did exist, but he does not exist here."

He laughed and sauntered closer, his red optics scanning this newcomer up and down. Again he was hit with a sense of familiarity, a name just beyond his reach. Megatron put his hands behind his back and stopped at a good distance from the other Decepticon. He liked to think that he looked the picture of authority.

"I am merely an unwilling tourist, just as you are." His grin widened. "But I am fortunate enough to come across such a fine Decepticon such as yourself. Might I have your name, soldier?"

Aside from the overbearing sense of familiarity, Starscream also picked up on a creepy sort of vibe. Which was probably from the fact that he apparently actually believes in Primus and Starscream knows first first hand that you can't trust religious zealots.

The way this mech held himself, the confidence and just stature. He just had this feeling. But it was one that Starscream didn't particularly care for.

Either way, he didn't move from his spot and just eyed the larger Decepticon.

"Starscream. I assume that if you're of any importance, you might have heard of me."

Megatron couldn't help but burst out laughing. Oh that's rich! He loved it so much! He absolutely believed that this was another Starscream. And why not? There were already multiple hims around here, so why not have a Starscream or two? At the very least he knew that things around here wouldn't get dull. Maybe he should introduce the two Starscreams, how about that?

"I have heard of you, yes. But not the you you are familiar with." His voice is light and lazy, and his entire body language relaxes. He knew what he's dealing with now.

"I am Megatron, pleasure to be acquainted with you Starscream."

Edited 2015-02-20 09:31 (UTC)

An overbearing sense of dread just washed over him. If he hadn't been such an expert liar, his expression would have just dropped all together. Sometimes he hated when his feelings were right.

His last run in with his own Megatron was far from pleasent, so he had to use all his will power to keep from dramatically sighing at this whole thing. Another Megatron? Just what is this place?

"I thought your general ... features seemed similar."

Such as the same bullet-shaped head but he won't vocalize that.

"Well, in that case, you wouldn't mind filling me in on what's going on? I seemed to have missed the memo."

"What's going on? I am not entirely sure. Many of us were brought here by some unseen force and we have not been allowed to leave. On this Cybertron you'll find many Autobots, a few Decepticons, and a scattering of organics. From what I have seen, in any case. None of us belong here."

It would seem that Megatron was in a very giving mood. Starscream should consider himself lucky.

"I believe that some Decepticons have holed themselves up somewhere. I would suggest seeking them out if you don't mind that some of them might kill you on sight."

"I'd say I'm surprised, but after my last month I don't think that's possible anymore," and there finally comes the overly dramatic sigh.

Between Shockwave, Sunstorm, and Megatron showing back up, Starscream really needed a vacation. Just not this kind of one.

"So the gist I'm getting is -- our general population is people who want to kill each other and some who might get squished in the process? Great. At least its not so different than how it is on Earth ... a little empty though."

"That is indeed the gist of it."

With that he took a few steps closer, allowing his bulk to tower over the seeker. Why shouldn't the power balance between them be any different? Deep down though, Megatron is a little bit tired of dealing with alternates. But perhaps this one will prove interesting.

"Now, Starscream, I have to wonder what you will be doing. I would invite you to stay with me, but I don't imagine you'll be pleased with dealing with an alternate version of yourself?"

But it'd be the most entertainment Megatron's had in weeks, so he's hopeful.

Starscream is rather used to others attempting to use their side to push him around, as long as he doesn't have a fusion cannon placed right up against his head, he's fine. Which is why he gives Megatron a look, but there is no cowering or any other movement.

"That depends on how much you'd care if the other me happens to disappear in some sort of sudden and tragic 'accident.'"

Starscream himself didn't like the idea of another 'him,' he had enough with that stupid clone. Then again, isn't the Earth saying 'two heads are better than one' ? Maybe. He'll have to see.

"Well, I might take issue to losing my second in command. Losing a perfectly good Starscream would be such a waste, wouldn't you agree?"

But there's a knowing look in his eye as he gazes down at this other Starscream. Oh he has a good idea of what is going on in that treacherous mind. It's comforting, almost, to know that some things never change across universes. Rather like Optimus. He takes no issue to scheming and backstabbing. It's expected.

"I have no inclination to kill you right now, so I believe we'll get along for the time being." That's practically a marriage proposal coming from the Decepticon leader. "Do leave my Starscream alone, will you? Right now, at least."

"Oh all right, if you insist."

His expression shifts to a smirk if not a full grin. Megatrons don't change across universes either it seems. The bossy attitude and almost threats are familiar and Starscream can deal with that.

"Does this mean I get invited to your base camp or will I have to make an appointment before visiting?"

He'd really like to get some exploring done, but having a place to go back to might be a good idea. At least for now. He'll have to see what the Autobots are up to as well.

"Going into a monologue just to hear yourself talk?" Bumblebee chimed in. "Must be some form of Starscream."

How many of them where here compared to Megatrons? Bee wondered if there would be some kind of Starscream dominance battle before the winner took off to defeat the top Megatron. The mental image made him snicker. Watching Starscream throw a fit also made him snicker.

Perhaps Bee needed to be more wary. Optimus did tell him that he needed to be more careful. Bumblebee promised that he would be. This wasn't keep that promise... It was just Starscream, though. It wasn't like this was Tarn in front of him again.

That voice sounded familiar, but when Starscream turned to the source ... he didn't recognize the bot standing there. Well, maybe something seemed similar but annoying Cybertronians all tended to blend together in his mind. Like a giant colorful stupid ball.

"I was not. I was thinking. Out loud. And right now I'm thinking about how I should just blast that stupid little head of yours right off for that comment."

He eyed the smaller mech and took a few steps towards him just to look threatening.

Edited 2015-03-01 05:14 (UTC)

"Aww, don't be shy," Bee smirks, removing that battle mask for ease of speech. "Well all know how you like o stand in front of a mirror and preen."

Bumblebee is getting a little ahead of himself. This is still a thing that he believes most Starscreams must do. It has to be a part of their programming.

It doesn't matter. He's putting his hands up in a peaceful gesture.

"It's not like you haven't tried to do that before. Promise that this time I mean you no harm."

"I do not and furthermore ... Wait. Kid?" The attitude, the voice, the face.

The color yellow. Sure the body and other colors were throwing him off but, it finally dawned on him who exactly he was probably speaking to.

So he marches up closer to get a better look.

"Bumblebee?"

"...Kid?"

Not many people call him that. Ratchet. Maybe Ironhide. Strange hearing it from Starscream. Must mean that it's not the one he's more familiar with. Should he be nervous then? How unpredictable is this one going to be?

Maybe he's not too worried. If Starscream had meant to do harm, then it would have been done already. Needless to say, Bee is still taking a step back.

"Er. Yeah?" he replies warily. "Who else could it be?"

Unfortunately for Bumblebee, this Starscream usually calls him that. Though it doesn't really mean much more than Starscream considering him to be much younger than him.

"You got a new look. And the face mask is different. It doesn't really suit you. So what are you trying so hard to be Prime that you decided to match his look with just your head?"

And go ahead and take a step back because Starscream just takes another step forward.

Bumblebee gives a little bit of a narrow stare. Or the closest approximation of it anyway. "It's not like I asked for another reformat. Apparently when you sustain enough damage, repairing the full body becomes essential."

He might want to tone down he sass. However, Bee isn't really known to back down, now is he?

"That's strange. Are you sure someone didn't just pull a fast one on you? Too bad, I thought you were smarter than that. I might have to subtract some respect points."

Go ahead and sass him, Bee. Starscream is used to it, it seems to be a cross universe thing.

"Respect points. You have respect points..."

Bumblebee rubs at his face. What even, Starscream.

"Speaking of frames... Why go back to the old red, white, and blue? Feeling like attending a Fourth of July ceremony?"

Starscream gives Bumblebee an odd look. Maybe his processor was fried along with getting a weird body.

"What are you babbling about? I've always been these colors."

He pauses for a moment.

"And at least I don't look weird like some mini bots with stupid, unnecessary masks."

Thankfully, Bumblebee gives Starscream a little smirk. Always those colors? Not really, but it does look a little refreshing over the pure red. That might mean that Starscream is from the past, or it could be another reality.

"Lat one I met changed frames. Went all red right after ripping off his Decepticon badge. Sound like you?"

"... All red? Like Thrust?" And who would want to look like that.

He folds his arms across his chest, if he hadn't already met the freaky Megatron he would find this all really weird. But now its only slightly.

"Do I look like the type who'd do that?"

"And Skywarp shot Thundercracker in the face. Point blank. Then we have a Megatron who wears an Autobot badge."

So yeah. He doesn't know what type anyone is anymore. That's his own Autobrand on Megatron and Bee now lacks one to wear. For now. Thundercracker is a friend of his and Starscream rules Cybertron. Things are quite messed up.

"So.. I admit. I don't really know. I think if it would gain you power, you might."

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