choochoomotherslagger:

monumentalmistakes:

((tomorrow I am driving to INVADERCON!!!))

((!!!!!))

((So I’m going to bed early, gnight~))

((bring me back a live irken))

((didn’t you go when it was in georgia))

((why don’t you have a live irken from THEN huh))

((what did you do))

((did you try to give it a bath))

((tomorrow I am driving to INVADERCON!!!))

((!!!!!))

((So I’m going to bed early, gnight~))

brilliantbombtech started following you

He regards the new comm frequency with suspicion.

«… This is Lord Starscream, Decepticon leader. Who are you?»

maverickofmayhem:

monumentalmistakes:

Starscream is alerted to this when the Eradicons comm him, talking about sounds of a brouhaha in a supposedly empty room. They offer to deal with it.

«Absolutely not,» Starscream says. «Why not? We can’t just let this carry on,» one of the Eradicons says. «I’ll deal with it personally. And alone,» Starscream says. «No backup? Why?» the Eradicon asks. «Because it’s Megatron,» Starscream says.

The Eradicons make a beeline to the flight deck. Just in case. They’re soon joined by another hundred.

And Starscream heads down to see what the problem is. It’s about time the newbuilds meet the rest of the army, anyway.

Knock knock knock. “What are you lot doing?

Weenies, all of them. Can’t take a little banging around from a supposedly dead guy.

Squeaks and screeps will meet the banging. We’re bored! We want out of here! Megahead is even helpful enough to bang back on the other side of the door.

When/if Starscream enters, he might get a Megahand launching itself at his face.

That’s not the way to handle it!" he shouted back. He does indeed open the door and enter.

Terrified shriek.

guileless-second started following you

guileless-second:

monumentalmistakes:

guileless-second:

monumentalmistakes:

guileless-second:

monumentalmistakes:

«Hmph. You need not worry about my reaction. I don’t understand how some mechs can harp on their alternates and attempt to undermine each other. If we cannot rely on our own selves, then whom can we rely on?»

«Whatever happened in your universe to so offend him?»

"I-I agree. You’d think these other versions of me…well, us, would be more welcoming of others."

"I think he was just upset suggesting that I come from a universe where Megatron is not the tyrant most know him as…and that that distinction belongs to Optimus Prime."

«Why in the universe would he be upset by such a suggestion? Lord Megatron was a liberator. The proponent of freedom that the Prime pretends to be. And the line of Primes has always been tyrannical.»

«… Unless, of course, he was upset that you were suggesting his Megatron was a tyrant.»

"Oh-Oh no! He just couldn’t grasp the idea that a MEGATRON, of all bots, could truly be…well, nice. My Megatron has always been kind to me, never said a bad word against me."

"I mean…He did take me in after what happened to my home."

«… Never?» To Starscream’s mind, that said less about Megatron’s kindness than it did about his alternate’s competence. Who was this magical Starscream who had completely avoided invoking Megatron’s wrath even once? «Your home… Vos, I presume? He rescued me from exile in space. Before Vos’s fall.»

"Oh. Actually I uh. I lived elsewhere in my universe. I was born and raised in Crystal City. One of the most brilliant scientists, or so everyone claims. I was so smart I…I attracted unwanted attention in the form of the Autobots. They were all pitbent on universal control and demanded that I assist them with it…"

«… Ah.»

Had Starscream been in his previous frame, his wings would have dropped. A scientist. A brilliant scientist. A scientist so successful that the Autobots had forcefully attempted to draft him. No wonder his alternate’s Megatron had approved so much more of him then Starscream’s own had. This Starscream was no over-promoted middle-manager, no mere Energon Seeker. He was a scientist, a discoverer, an inventor. Like Shockwave. Like Skyfire. Like Starscream himself had yearned to be since his earliest days of Seeker training.

He dropped his gaze, even though his alternate couldn’t see it, as if he were speaking to a superior.

«You’re… you’re fortunate to have been saved.» Perhaps this alternate was older than Starscream. The Primes and their Autobot Councils had given up on their agenda of galactic expansion and conquest early in the Golden Age, long before Starscream himself had been sparked. Perhaps his alternate had lived before the solidification of the caste system. When a Seeker actually had a chance of switching to the scientist caste.

a-muted-scream started following you

a-muted-scream:

monumentalmistakes:

«Oh? Good. Then send me your coordinates. I’ll open a bridge for you from our medbay.»

The small seeker sent the coordinates to his alternate, counterpart or whatever the other mech was in correspondence to his being. He vented lightly and flicked his optics on and cursed when they glitched off and he sent a small code into the offlined optics to let him see in infrared. 

A bridge turned on. Starscream headed halfway through it himself, to meet his alternate in the middle. If his alternate didn’t come through soon, though, he’d head the rest of the way through, to help his alternate if need be.

andmy-axe started following you

andmy-axe:

monumentalmistakes:

andmy-axe:

He contemplated that a moment until he was satisfied with the response he was given. It seemed reasonable enough, as—the way he understood it—their own Megatron had been captured. And, although he had no reason to trust Starscream’s words as valid, Soundwave chose to for now.

The Scion had no information otherwise, and he saw no reason to press the matter.

::Unfortunate. Status of Decepticon cause? Earth?::

«The Decepticons are currently at a ceasefire with the Autobots—by necessity. Earth, thankfully, has been abandoned. Good riddance. We are now all back on Cybertron.»

«What of your universe?»

::Clarify: Cybertron?:: He was little more than a few years old, and had never heard of such a place. It almost sounded familiar, and yet that familiarity eluded him. Why something he’d never heard of would be familiar to him, Soundwave could only guess, and guessing was not good enough.

::Autobot victory over Decepticons. Megatron has been.. captured.:: Taken prisoner, more-so. Also very unfortunate.

Starscream assumed Soundwave was him to clarify about Cybertron’s current status, rather than about the planet itself. «Cybertron is… steadily recovering. We’ve reignited the core, returned the All-Spark, reconstructed an Omega Lock, slaughtered an army of sparkeaters… Slowly but surely, the world is recovering.»

He was silent for a moment. Megatron, captured? Captured? The thought was inconceivable. Megatron would rather die trying to escape than permit himself to be captured. Unless it was some scheme on his part, but… «Is… Is there anything that can be done to aid him? What of the Decepticon Army, how is it holding up without his leadership?»

maverickofmayhem:

There were a lot of episodes of My Little Pony, but eventually they had to end sometime. That ‘sometime’ had been at least a day or two ago, and now the minions were bored.

The would have escaped from the room, except Starscream had impressed it upon them that they should not, under any circumstances, leave the room, and they were still feeling charitable enough to listen. That charity was swiftly diminishing.

At the moment, Megahand had claimed the tallest thing in the room as its ‘castle’, and taunted the others as they attempted to take it. There’s some definite damage and noise going on.

Starscream is alerted to this when the Eradicons comm him, talking about sounds of a brouhaha in a supposedly empty room. They offer to deal with it.

«Absolutely not,» Starscream says. «Why not? We can’t just let this carry on,» one of the Eradicons says. «I’ll deal with it personally. And alone,» Starscream says. «No backup? Why?» the Eradicon asks. «Because it’s Megatron,» Starscream says.

The Eradicons make a beeline to the flight deck. Just in case. They’re soon joined by another hundred.

And Starscream heads down to see what the problem is. It’s about time the newbuilds meet the rest of the army, anyway.

Knock knock knock. “What are you lot doing?"

a-muted-scream started following you

a-muted-scream:

monumentalmistakes:

«Well, forget “around there.” I can help you. When are you free? Give me your coordinates, and I can get you a proper doctor with sufficient materials—either bridge you over here for treatment, or bridge a doctor over to you. Whichever you prefer.»

He ain’t about to let his alternate languish with an open wound sitting halfway between his spark chamber and his processor.

::I’m free now with no lingering work needing to be made:: he told his alternate. Starscream should be fighting this detail, but he was in pain and having a hard time venting with the hole flaring up with the infection. He couldn’t contact Thundercracker since he was off doing his own mission and Skywarp was somewhere else all together. The seeker flicked his optics off and panted lightly and shallowly to try and get the heat out of his frame while his vents weren’t properly connected to his processor. 

«Oh? Good. Then send me your coordinates. I’ll open a bridge for you from our medbay.»

a-muted-scream started following you

a-muted-scream:

monumentalmistakes:

«Who said anything about going to the Autobots? My Decepticons have perfectly competent doctors.» … Sometimes. «I would be happy to get you the medical aid you clearly need.»

::Around here, they’re the only competent ones and I doubt with the time spend with this injury will have no lingering consequences. I mainly need the infection gone and hole closed up::

«Well, forget “around there.” I can help you. When are you free? Give me your coordinates, and I can get you a proper doctor with sufficient materials—either bridge you over here for treatment, or bridge a doctor over to you. Whichever you prefer.»

He ain’t about to let his alternate languish with an open wound sitting halfway between his spark chamber and his processor.