choochoomotherslagger:

monumentalmistakes:

((man I can’t even Transformers I’m too Zimmed up right now.))

((sup guys))

((starscream is now tallest purple))

#ooc #monumentalmistakes #i’m still hella jelly #tht’s gonna be the last one isn’t it #and the first one was years ago #crey

((thE ONLY WAY HIS VOICE COULD BE MADE MORE HILARIOUS))

((they’re calling it “the final doom” but like, they kinda thought the second one was going to be the last one too unless more canon Zim stuff happened again, and it didn’t happen again but they still made a third con))

((plus I haven’t heard anybody IN THE CON ITSELF say “oh yeah this is definitely totally the last one” so I’m thinking it’s just prooooobably the last one but might not be))

((………. yeah those could be Starscream expressions))

((man I can’t even Transformers I’m too Zimmed up right now.))

((sup guys))

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a-muted-scream:

monumentalmistakes:

Starscream shuddered. “That’s… eugh.” He didn’t think he needed all the gory details. “I have no idea what you did, but you’re fortunate to be alive.”

And there was the other end of the space bridge. Starscream held his alternate tighter as they passed through to the Nemesis’s medbay.

The half functioning seeker hummed while he moved with his alternate to wherever they were going, he was reminiscing some on the event of his mutilation of the throat.

"All right, here we are. You said you’re operating on infrared?" He pointed. "Can you get on the medical berth yourself?" He was still trying to get hold of a doctor, but he could at least handle the basics himself.

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a-muted-scream:

monumentalmistakes:

Starscream grimaced. Megatron. Of course it was Megatron. He had a tendency to destroy vocalizers. “What in the universe did you do to set him off that badly?” Clearly it was some kind of special occasion.

::Alas, I’m just at a lost as you are. He was fine one minute when I was talking, shaking his helm and disregarding the usual tips I give, because a traitor knows not a thing of combat you see, and the next I was in the air, screeching in pain before I became silent from the ripped out vocalizer. He crushed it and ripped it to pieces you see, making sure my DAMNED voice wouldn’t be able to function or be recreated. Then he came over when I was coughing up energon and making static from glitching backup components. Megatron didn’t mind them, didn’t see them important, then slowly took the rim of my optic, broke the glass and pulled it out of socket, breaking the wire connections. So I do not know what I did. Not a single thing was given to me to tell me what I did wrong to have this be inflicted upon my person::

Starscream shuddered. “That’s… eugh.” He didn’t think he needed all the gory details. “I have no idea what you did, but you’re fortunate to be alive.”

And there was the other end of the space bridge. Starscream held his alternate tighter as they passed through to the Nemesis’s medbay.

maverickofmayhem:

monumentalmistakes:

SPLUTTERING. He manages to resist the urge to draw a weapon, and instead does an awkward dance until he managed to pluck Megahand off his back. “What did I say about attacking me?!

Although he supposed he deserved it. He’d thought he’d only have to leave the lot of them alone for a day, maybe two, as they quickly annihilated the remains of the sparkeaters. It had ended up quite a bit longer than that. He held the hand in one arm, scooped up the leg in the other (was this Righty or Lefty? They needed different paint jobs), and turned to the rest of them. “How’s your language acquisition proceeding? Can you understand me?” The second sentence was said in English—after watching the entirety of that human television series, they should have a decent working vocabulary. It should have been a crime for Megatron’s legacy to be taught an alien language before their own native tongue, but Starscream had been desperate for a method to keep them tame.

A chitter and an attempt to look innocent. It forgot. Honest. Mostly honest. A little honest.

Lefty (for it is Lefty) will happily allow himself to be picked up carried. His twin makes a derisive noise, earning an irate chirp in reply. You just jelly.

"Yes." Megahead is the one to speak up, and the others all voice their own affirmation. Except the Hand, who happily screeps out a reply in binary. Looks like someone either doesn’t want to learn or isn’t suited for speaking. "Can we leave now?"

He looked at Megahand in disappointment. There’s always that one guy.

"… Yyyyes. It’s about time for you to join the rest of the ship…" He held up a servo to stop them before they all stampeded into the hall. "But, you’ll have to be introduced to the rest of the ship properly. Combine first.”

As he waited on them to combine, he sent a comm to the rest ship. «Decepticons? I promised I would explain to you what happened to Megatron, once we no longer had to deal with the sparkeater threat. But the threat is gone—and you deserve answers. Assemble in the bridge—with comms off, and all recording materials deactivated. This is a secret that cannot go beyond the Nemesis’s walls. Not yet.»

a-muted-scream started following you

a-muted-scream:

monumentalmistakes:

"Your optics are malfunctioning too?" What didn’t his alternate have going wrong with him? That explained why his alternate seemed a bit off, at least. Starscream tugged him a bit closer to guide him more securely. “Perhaps we can replace your optics as well.” But he wasn’t sure. They had a few corpses lying around they could salvage parts from, but optics were always in short supply.

::But of course…Megatron wanted to torture the mute mech more, taking my vocalizer wasn’t enough you see, he had to rip my optics out of the sockets as well. Hook did what he could to fix the damage, but as you see….it was perfect:: he told his alternate as he was held close and moved through the space bridge.

Starscream grimaced. Megatron. Of course it was Megatron. He had a tendency to destroy vocalizers. “What in the universe did you do to set him off that badly?” Clearly it was some kind of special occasion.

a-muted-scream started following you

a-muted-scream:

monumentalmistakes:

His alternate was taking longer than Starscream was comfortable with. He headed on through the bridge—only to meet his alternate right before the exit. By the All-Spark, what had happened to his throat? And he seemed, somehow… off-kilter, in a way Starscream couldn’t quite peg.

"Alternate! Are you alright?" He held out a servo, for support if needed. "Do you need assistance?

::Yes, the assistance would be appreciated until my optics glitch back to function:: he told his alternate while he gripped the servo he found with blindly waving his arm out some. ::Infrared is good for certain things, navigating a space bridge isn’t one of them::

"Your optics are malfunctioning too?" What didn’t his alternate have going wrong with him? That explained why his alternate seemed a bit off, at least. Starscream tugged him a bit closer to guide him more securely. “Perhaps we can replace your optics as well.” But he wasn’t sure. They had a few corpses lying around they could salvage parts from, but optics were always in short supply.

Anonymous inquired: Do you know what happened to Skywarp and Thundercracker?
monumentalmistakes:

((This is a question that’s better answered OOC than IC.))

((Couple million years ago or so, Megatron decided that Starscream was too cocky when he had his trine there to back him up, and sent them to opposite ends of the army where they couldn’t support Starscream. So, for the longest time, he DIDN’T know where they were.))

((HOWEVER, within the past year, he’s reunited with his Thundercracker, and with who he THINKS is probably his Skywarp. So they’re with him on the Nemesis.))

((Except—and this is why I’m answering OOC instead of IC—their muns haven’t been on in a while. And when the muns have been missing for a while, I tend to TRY to just ignore the fact that they’re missing until they come back, because I prefer to give the mun a chance to explain why their character was missing. If I have Starscream go, for example, “THUNDERCRACKER HAS BEEN MISSING FOR MONTHS AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED” and then the mun comes back and goes “I’d like to pretend that TC was there all along but he’s just been doing stuff off-scene,” then Starscream’s reaction is wrong. Conversely, if I have Starscream go “eh, Skywarp’s around somewhere, I see him from time to time,” and then the mun comes back and goes “man Skywarp’s been missing for three months I guess I’ll say that he got kidnapped by a Predacon??” then Starscream’s reaction is wrong again.))

((So, right now, I can’t IC comment on the status of Skywarp and Thundercracker, because I don’t know until the muns return—if/when they do—what they’re doing.))

maverickofmayhem:

((Although when one of your partners is gone for 8 months and the last thing they were doing was going through a space bridge, it’s safe to say there was an ‘accident’ :,) ))

((Starscream why can’t we keep trinemates?))

((Because Starscream don’t deserve happiness, and SG Cons are too woobieful to ever get any.))

((tis sad))

Anonymous inquired: Do you know what happened to Skywarp and Thundercracker?

((This is a question that’s better answered OOC than IC.))

((Couple million years ago or so, Megatron decided that Starscream was too cocky when he had his trine there to back him up, and sent them to opposite ends of the army where they couldn’t support Starscream. So, for the longest time, he DIDN’T know where they were.))

((HOWEVER, within the past year, he’s reunited with his Thundercracker, and with who he THINKS is probably his Skywarp. So they’re with him on the Nemesis.))

((Except—and this is why I’m answering OOC instead of IC—their muns haven’t been on in a while. And when the muns have been missing for a while, I tend to TRY to just ignore the fact that they’re missing until they come back, because I prefer to give the mun a chance to explain why their character was missing. If I have Starscream go, for example, “THUNDERCRACKER HAS BEEN MISSING FOR MONTHS AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED” and then the mun comes back and goes “I’d like to pretend that TC was there all along but he’s just been doing stuff off-scene,” then Starscream’s reaction is wrong. Conversely, if I have Starscream go “eh, Skywarp’s around somewhere, I see him from time to time,” and then the mun comes back and goes “man Skywarp’s been missing for three months I guess I’ll say that he got kidnapped by a Predacon??” then Starscream’s reaction is wrong again.))

((So, right now, I can’t IC comment on the status of Skywarp and Thundercracker, because I don’t know until the muns return—if/when they do—what they’re doing.))

mercenarymedic inquired: Don't chase the rabbit...

Starscream was across the room from Megatron and yet he swore he could feel the growl building in Megatron’s chest before he even said a word. He kept his optics locked on his computer, already determined to feign disinterest in whatever Megatron was about to say.

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"That arrogant little Velocitronian doctor is becoming a problem, Starscream.”

Megatron said it like it was Starscream’s fault. “Oh?” With a swipe of one claw (just recently modified into long, spindly, pointed knives, a great improvement over his previous tubelike digits), he switched pages on his computer. From recent energon consumption rates, to a list of individual requests for more energon. There was never enough to go around; and the recent influx of Velocitronian soldiers, with their exorbitant requests, weren’t helping. Fuel-guzzling fools. “Which one?” They’d picked up quite a few Velocitronian doctors—as many as they could bribe or abduct before the Autobots got to them—and as far as Starscream was concerned, they were all arrogant.

"Knock Out," Megatron said. Starscream didn’t recognize the name. "The shiny red one."

Shiny wasn’t a word that commonly came from Megatron’s mouth. But Starscream immediately knew whom he was talking about. “Ah. Him." Most of the Velocitronians shone. But only one of them could be called shiny. Skywarp had nicknamed him Lord Glittergrump. So his proper name was Knock Out, was it? “Exactly what sort of problem is he becoming, Master?”

"Unsurprisingly, he has complained ceaselessly since joining the Decepticons,” Megatron said. Starscream nodded; most of the Velocitronians had. He started scrolling through his list of fuel requests to see if any had come from a Knock Out. “But the true issue is he has proven to be a bit… biased.”

"Mhmm?"

"Frameist."

Starscream’s fingers stopped skittering over the computer. “Ah." Yes, that would be a problem. The Decepticons loosely tolerated nearly every brand of hatred and every negative prejudice imaginable—as long as it had nothing to do with frame types. Far too many of the rank-and-file Decepticons had joined because of the promise of an end to frame-based stereotyping. Hell, in a roundabout way, Starscream supposed he himself was one of them. Listening to one of their own spouting biased old cliches over what frames can do and should do still inspired many of the troops to the same sort of frothing rage that had led to the Council’s assassinations.

Of course, that didn’t stop the Decepticons from holding bias. The grounders still called the fliers arrogant and air-headed; the fliers still called the grounders ignorant and crass. Shuttles were still considered dumb; Minicons were still considered pets. But the thing was, no one said these things publicly. Such stereotypes were whispered in secret and muttered behind backs—not announced loudly for the whole ship to hear.

But the Velocitronians were nothing if not loud.

"He seems to be biased against fliers," Megatron said.

Starscream grimaced. “Mm.” Not unusual for a volante. He supposed that would be even worse on Velocitron, where there were so few aerial mechs. He undoubtedly had the same stereotypes as many other grounders; fliers are arrogant, out of touch, insular, self-centered…

"He thinks they’re stupid and expendable."

Starscream rounded on Megatron. “WHAT?!” That was not something he’d heard before.

Megatron continued. “He believes fliers are lazy. According to him, they choose flight modes rather than ground modes because they don’t have the intellectual capacity needed to navigate a system of streets in a timely manner, and so must resort from flying directly from place to place.”

Starscream’s jaw dropped, and his wings shot straight up in indignation. “How dare—"

"He also believes," Megatron continued, "that they’re good for little more than cannon fodder and distractions, as they draw so much attention in the sky."

"Of all the—!”

"You can imagine why these opinions are undesirable in a doctor."

Starscream’s complaints died, overtaken instead by confusion. Those opinion were undesirable in anyone, what did Knock Out’s status as a doctor have to do with it. “I—beg pardon?”

Megatron rolled his optics, shaking his head. “It should be obvious, Starscream.” Starscream’s wings lowered a notch. “A doctor who thinks any patient with wings is ‘expendable’ will do next to nothing to treat one. Any fliers put in his care will be in danger. Fliers like you."

"Ah—eheh, yes. Of course." That was obvious. He turned back to his computer, frowning, turning over the issue in his mind while Megatron fell silent. After all the trouble they’d gone through to get the Velocitronian doctors, Megatron probably didn’t intend to kill this one now. How would Megatron see to it that Knock Out behaved, then? Or perhaps he planned to use Knock Out as a punishment—sending fliers who misbehaved to him rather than to other doctors…?

… Actually, Megatron had been quiet a bit to long for comfort. Starscream glanced over at him. “Master?”

"So," Megatron said, almost threateningly, "what do you intend to do about him?"

Starscream’s wings jerked hard enough to almost throw him off balance. “Me? Why—”

"Who better to convince him of the merits of fliers," Megatron said drily, "than 'the paradigm of peregrine perfection'?”

Starscream winced. He’d been persuaded to share some poetry with Ratbat a few weeks ago. It had obviously made its way to Megatron via Soundwave. “Er, well, you see…”

"I expect to have this issue resolved, Starscream.” Megatron turned away from him, clearly signaling that it was time for Starscream to shut up, and headed for the door. “And it had better be soon."

Starscream scowled, but didn’t dare to even mutter to himself until Megatron was gone. “Are you punishing me for a line in a poem?" he groused. "And that sonnet was in third person. I could have been talking about any peregrine, thank you.” No but yeah it was totally an autobiographical sonnet.

He sighed, glowered at his computer, and exited his current tasks. The odds of a flier single-handedly persuading a flier-hating grounder of the merits of fliers were very, very low. Especially a smug, self-important, vain Velocitronian who was quite likely not even a Decepticon by choice. Megatron had assigned him an exercise in futility.

So Starscream would change the rules of the exercise. He pulled up the comm list of all the doctors, and searched for Knock Out’s details. Megatron had implied that Starscream should change Knock Out’s biases, but he hadn’t ordered it; he’d simply told Starscream to fix the problem. And fix it he would.

He opened another window, searched the database of all Cybertronian records for a mech named Motormaster, checked to see what ship he was on, and then started writing a comm to the Velocitronian rabblerouser.

Knock Out:

This is your notification that you will be shortly receiving transfer orders to the Vengeance VI, where you will serve as the personal field medic of the Stunticon combiner team…

The Stunticons. Motormaster, Drag Strip, Dead End, Wildrider, and Breakdown. A middle-management tyrant, a Velocitronian-loathing racer, a morale-killing suicide risk, a crash-happy psycho, and a hyper-paranoid coward. Knock Out didn’t want to deal with fliers? Fine. He wouldn’t have to. Instead, he could put up with being personally responsible for the health and safety of the most self-destructive team of grounders in the Decepticon Army.

… You will have tonight to pack your belongings. Tomorrow morning, arrive in the shuttle bay at 0700 for your transfer flight.

Starscream
Second-In-Command
Air Commander

"Well, Lord Glittergrump." Starscream sent the comm. "Let’s see how long that lovely paint job of yours keeps its luster."

With a dark grin, he reopened the energon request forms and continued his duties.