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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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What if he doesn't like who he is? Or, rather, Bee doesn't really like the sort of person he is in the leadership role. What it takes to become a leader is hard work. The sacrifices that must be made have made him into this bitter person that loses friends rather than gains them. Bee had tried too hard and had lost his way.

No more, though.

"Don't tell me that I'm getting a pep talk from Starscream. I think I might have to make sure I save the recording."

Starscream leans down a bit to smirk more at eye-level with Bumblebee. If the kid thought he could get a rise out of him, he's mistaken.

"Oh, you do that. I hope you listen it every night as you drift into recharge. That way you'll think of me all night long."

Ack. Bee just leans away. Just a little. A Seeker in his personal bubble is a little much. While not as oily as the other Starscream, Bee doesn't trust this one either. Not much, anyway. Starscream IS Starscream.

"Well there's a nightmare waiting to happen."

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With another smirk, he straightens up to his full height. Messing with Bumblebee is fun. Not as fun as getting his skinny alternate upset though. But nothing will beat that.

"You're the one who brought it up."

"And you're the one who keeps thinking about saying a nice word."

Two can play this game. He might not be able to completely keep up with Starscream at this point, but Bumblebee can make a valiant effort.

"I'm incapable of saying 'nice' words. It's part of the Decepticon training to have it erased from our programming. You know, so we can be evil and stuff."

And Bumblebee is certainly doing rather well. Starscream can appreciate the attempt.

Bee grins, just a little. Yes, he is going to be a smart ass. "You just said 'nice words' so apparently you can."

Look at that smug little grin.

Oh wow, Bee. Starscream gives him a very hard look and raises an arm cannon directly at him.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast you for that absolutely terrible one-liner."

Starscream gets all bent out of shape over a terrible thing like that? One second to recover is going to be needed before Bee answers. Bumblebee is laughing because of the sheer ridiculousness.

"Maybe because you don't want to piss off Optimus Prime?"

"Chances are, I'm going to do that anyway. So moot point. Try again, kid."

He still has his weapon aimed, but it isn't powered up. So there is that.

His arms fold over his chest. No, those weapons aren't primed. Good chance he can dodge before there's an actual shot fired.

"First of all, you really don't know how many Autobots are here. Firing on their favorite mini isn't a good way of making the allies you're going to need. Secondly? I don't think you want to piss off Megatron this early in the game. Finally... I've already died once. How overprotective do you think Optimus is really going to be?"

Spoilers: Bee is only out and about because he can give the Prime the slip.

Starscream snorts and gives Bumblebee a look. So he wants to play this sort of game?

"Well, first, I don't care. Second, pissing off Megatron is my past time hobby and finally, who says they'd ever know it was me? From what I've heard there are several of 'mes' around," he pauses as his expression shifts to a smirk. "And I could always make it look like a tragic accident I was in no way involved in."

"Prowl's around. He would be able to sniff you out in a sparkbeat," Bee grins. "Though, honestly, if you were really going to shoot me? You probably would have by now."

"Prowl? Oohh. I'm so scared. My circuits are simply shaking."

But then again, Starscream is thinking of his own Prowl who is like a annoying happy guy or something. Not going-to-get-punched-by-optimus Prowl.

He does not, however, comment on the second part. Mostly because it's true.

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