robothell | Open -- Arrivel

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megatron | decepticonshark

Open -- Arrivel

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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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.

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"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."

The kid had to be messing with him. There was no way Megatron would be an Autobot. Maybe he could see Skywarp shooting Thundercracker because he is rather stupid and might make a dumb mistake like that.

But Megatron being an Autobot? There is no way ... None.

"Okay. Now I just know you're making things up. You just lost a few more points for that ridiculous notion."

"Do you see me wearing one, Starscream?"

Just... Throwing that out there.

"You'll get used to the ridiculousness. Until then... Try not to blow something up, all right?"

"I just figured that maybe you got smart and jumped ship on team happy good guy. It has to be incredibly boring there."

Though Bumblebee is still rather bold to try and even 'suggest' how he should act. If he wants to blow something up, he's not going to let some little yellow Autobot tell him otherwise.

He snorts.

"Yeah... Because I'd do that," Bee responds, half bitter. "The world could fall apart and I'll always be too duty bound."

It's only a little resentful. That's kind of the reason that he had failed on Cybertron. Too busy being an Autobot to remember how to be a Cybertronian.

"The last thing I am is smart. Don't get cute."

"Nonsense. The world could fall apart and you'd still be yellow and small. And still be annoyingly Autobot and do what you thought is right."

He takes a few steps closer with a smirk.

"And I can't help but be cute, after all my looks are part of my charm."

Wait. Hold up. Is Starscream actually giving Bee something akin to a pep talk? What a time to be alive. At least, he is pretty sure that's what Starscream is doing. In his own way. It's pretty sad that this Decepticon has more faith in him that he does.

Whatever the case, this is pretty odd within itself. The insults are more teasing than actually condescending. What's worse? It's with Starscream. Bee is still trying to wrap his processor around that one.

"Mmm. Sorry, Starscream. You're not my type."

Bee, of course, gives as good as he gets."

It wouldn't be the first he's come across a Bumblebee and told him not to give up. And if Bumblebee mentions this whole thing as a pep talk, Starscream will certainly deny it.

But he does give the kid credit for still holding onto a sense of humor. He always did like that part.

"I don't go for you overly small bots anyway."

Because size does matter.

Bee snorts. He still can't believe he's semi getting along with this Starscream.

"So tell me about this strange world you've gotta come from. You're not as much of an underhanded aft so far."

"I'm not? Hmm. I guess I'll have to work on that. But it could be that you just don't know me very well."

And he has no reason to take Bumblebee's head off. As far as he knows, the Autobots outnumber the Decepticons on the planet and he still might need them.

"Then I guess I have one question to ask... Are you a politician?"

It's a very important personality related question, all right?

"Does trying to assassinate Megatron and take his place count as politics?"

Really though, he wasn't into politics. If people wanted to worship his every move that was another story.

"No, not really," Bee snickers. "I mean literally the oily type of person that runs for office."

Bumblebee is pretty sure that his own Starscream is that sort and this one here isn't. Still, no matter what, the jet is Starscream. If there is one thing about Starscreams... It's that they are unpredictable at best.

"And constantly have to worry about keeping others happy so that I can stay in office? By the pit, no."

So not his style.

"I'd rather take over a planet and become the common life form's new god."

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