maverickofmayhem inquired: ::Okay, gonna discuss with Prowl what spots th' Omega Lock should hit next. I know we wanted a medical facility in Kaon. What else?::

«… What do you mean “next”? The Autobots can’t have used the lock. They don’t have all the keys.» RIGHT?

slenderwave:

monumentalmistakes:

"I’m hoping you could help me on that question. All I know is that Soundwave commed me to hand you over to me, unconscious, stating that you were no longer in his service and implying that he would be severing your bond. You’ve been in stasis since then. The rest is, thus far, a mystery to me."

He paused, glancing over Ratbat to see if he seemed to be functioning right, then looked away. “Is there anything you’d like? Soundwave said you shouldn’t be doing anything strenuous in the near future, so it would be best if you stay in berth. I’ll see to it that your needs are attended to.”

^Mmh.  We had a… disagreement.^

He thought about what he’d been told and shown and shivered, plates rattling.  ’Disagreement’ was putting it lightly.

At least Soundwave wasn’t there with them.  He didn’t want to see his former master again.  Not until they all dragged him back to Dancitron for work.

Given freedom to be honest at last, Ratbat let his wings flop open and hit the berth with a tinny thwack.  He heaved a great sighing vent and whined as only a once-pampered mech of some importance could.

^My helm is murdering me, I have been living on green swill for orns, and by Primus I demand to be held.^

And then, in a much smaller, slightly nervous voice, afraid Soundwave had somehow corrupted this for him as well:

^…Please?^

Starscream obediently scooped Ratbat up into his arms. “Better?” There was something painfully familiar about the fear in Ratbat’s voice. When the master who once kept you safe withdraws his protection, suddenly nowhere is safe. Starscream was determined to make sure that Ratbat never had to suffer the full brunt of that terror.

"I take it you won’t be wanting synth en, then." Swill indeed. It was more efficient than natural energon. But he wasn’t going to push. "Would you object too strenuously if I had a soldier bring by some med grade? It would probably be the best for you right now." Even if it was bland as heck.

He was dying to know what kind of “disagreement” would be enough to make Soundwave evict one of his own Minicons. But now was not the time to ask. He’d just bury his curiosity until Ratbat felt better.

«Skywarp?»

atleastimnotugly:

monumentalmistakes:

"It hurts when you lie to me." Starscream knew all about design issues that caused body parts to randomly fall off. He took Skywarp’s servo to examine it. “Tsk. Sky. How did this happen?”

Wings lower, Skywarp frowned and found the wall very interesting. “I’m sorry. I… it was an accident. I poked around in somethin’ I shouldn’t. I’m okay though. It’s okay. N-no has to get in trouble.”

Starscream sighed. “And have you learned a lesson about poking around in things you shouldn’t?”

atleastimnotugly:

maverickofmayhem:

monumentalmistakes:

"Of course it’s going to be fun." All Decepticon parties were fun. It was a rule. ”… It… depends on your friends. I’m sure you can… probably invite them.” No promises.

"I’m sorry, have a what?" Because it sounded to Starscream that Skywarp was asking if they could find a house possessed by the restless spirits of sparks that refused to shuffle off the mortal coil. And that sounded terrifying. (He’s not acquainted with the idea of fake haunted houses.)

""Hey, yeah! We can all invite friends!" Did Starscream have friends? He had friends, right? The suggestion of a haunted house had TC letting out an excited chirp.

"Sky, that’s a great idea! There’s plenty of rusted out buildings left! An’ we can make scraplets an’ sparkeaters, an’ maybe get Soundwave’s brats t’ assist.." Hopefully Starscream can figure it out from context clues.

"Everyone should be invited," he said, far too excited that his plan seemed to be in action. Parties, haunted houses, Halloween! Everything was running through his processor, overpowering any logical thought.

"Yeah, we could turn any building we want into a house! We could get minicons to be scraplets, and - and Rainbow and I could dress up as sparkeaters!" His hands were moving faster than his mouth, which should have been impossible. 

"And maybe we can get Soundwave to come! He should be spooky and scare people! Oh, he could also do spooky noises and noise scares! And Star, Star! You could be a ghost!"

The look on Starscream’s face gets more and more panicked. No, he hasn’t figured it out from context clues. “I don’t know what in the universe you two think you’re planning, but whatever it is, it is NOT going to involve Soundwave coming anywhere NEAR this little event! Is that clear?”

«Skywarp?»

atleastimnotugly:

monumentalmistakes:

Why teleporting tho. Oh, why bother. He wrapped his arms around Skywarp. “Paint can be replaced,” he said softly, pulling Skywarp into his lap. “Show me your injury?”

Skywarp didn’t hesitate in snuggling up against his trine leader, but he did when it came to showing off his battle wounds. The finger was gone down to the servo, which was rough and dented from the fire and the following freak out. 

A few other dents and scratches here and there, again from the moment that his panicked escape. “It’s not so bad,” he said and avoided looking at Starscream. “I’m sorry. I know you have a lot going on, and you don’t need me breaking promises and missing body parts. It was an accident, a design issue. You know, bits falling off.” 

"It hurts when you lie to me." Starscream knew all about design issues that caused body parts to randomly fall off. He took Skywarp’s servo to examine it. “Tsk. Sky. How did this happen?”

atleastimnotugly:

maverickofmayhem:

monumentalmistakes:

Earth? Eugh. “Why don’t we do that here? We had a Halloween party last year, remember? We could have another. And that way you can get treats.” He gives Thundercracker a back me up look.

"I am not a distraction!" Said as he flutters his wings in the most distracting way possible. The look from Starscream did not go unnoticed, and he’ll let out a thoughtful hum.

"I think Screamy has a point, you know. On Earth we can’t really interact with nobody. Here we could trick th’ Autobots." A grin and a nuzzle on Sky. "We can still visit Earth for supplies, though, yeah?"

A huff and a pout, and he knew he wasn’t going to win so he nuzzled Thundercracker back. He nodded still. “Is the party gonna be fun? Can I invite my friends too?” 

He was genuinely curious about that one. 

"And if you don’t wanna come along, Rainbow and I will go to Earth and get spooky stuff." a pause, "can we have a haunted house too?"

"Of course it’s going to be fun." All Decepticon parties were fun. It was a rule. ”… It… depends on your friends. I’m sure you can… probably invite them.” No promises.

"I’m sorry, have a what?" Because it sounded to Starscream that Skywarp was asking if they could find a house possessed by the restless spirits of sparks that refused to shuffle off the mortal coil. And that sounded terrifying. (He’s not acquainted with the idea of fake haunted houses.)

«Skywarp?»

atleastimnotugly:

monumentalmistakes:

«I already know you’re missing a finger. I’m not going to freak out. Why would I?»

If he was missing anything else, Starscream might.

»I know but…«

Oh, screw it, he’ll teleport in even if he’s not supposed to. His arms loop around Starscream, nuzzling and hiding his servo.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, because Starscream said he had to be quiet. "I spilled the paint you gave me too.”

Why teleporting tho. Oh, why bother. He wrapped his arms around Skywarp. “Paint can be replaced,” he said softly, pulling Skywarp into his lap. “Show me your injury?”

slenderwave:

monumentalmistakes:

Awake. And sounding much less posh than usual, poor thing. “On the Nemesis. Safe. How do you feel?”

So much less.  He missed ‘posh’ four off-ramps back.

He’s about to be truthful when he remembers that the last place he was had been Dancitron, not the Nemesis.  How did he get here?  Is Soundwave here?

Maybe he’d better fudge it.  Just in case.

^Fine.^

He tries to flap to get himself upright and winces, chest plates tightening.

Not about to attempt it again, he gives up, pulls his wings in, and folds them around himself to try and hide his reaction to the dull ache.  Maybe cover his faceplates a bit, if he can.

Yes.  This is better.  Like being in the old pile with the others.

^Why here?^

"I’m hoping you could help me on that question. All I know is that Soundwave commed me to hand you over to me, unconscious, stating that you were no longer in his service and implying that he would be severing your bond. You’ve been in stasis since then. The rest is, thus far, a mystery to me."

He paused, glancing over Ratbat to see if he seemed to be functioning right, then looked away. “Is there anything you’d like? Soundwave said you shouldn’t be doing anything strenuous in the near future, so it would be best if you stay in berth. I’ll see to it that your needs are attended to.”

nurse-darby started following you

nurse-darby:

monumentalmistakes:

«Lord. You must be one of the Autobots’ little friends, to know my name but not my title. At least you’re polite about it.»

Grumbling about ‘little friends’ she’ll show you little.

:: I wasn’t aware it was a title that could be held, you’re Lordship. ::

«Which simply supports my hypothesis.»

«And now you know.»

She may be sarcastic about it, but she’s actually using his title. She wins points for that. He’ll be 2% less hostile toward her.

slenderwave:

monumentalmistakes:

For the record, Starscream’s basically been on nonstop vigil in the room where Ratbat’s sleeping since he arrived. He wants to be there the moment he wakes up.

Good, because he’s about to be.  Those giant audio receptors of Ratbat’s are beginning to flick and his claws are twitching, indicating the impending full online.

His voice is thick and groggy, rebooting systems still running a mite sluggish.

^…Wherrum I.^

Awake. And sounding much less posh than usual, poor thing. “On the Nemesis. Safe. How do you feel?”