Starscream listens attentively to Megatron’s tirade, flinching with every emphasized word (and making a personal note to pay the Alternians back in kind when he got the chance. So much for their tentative truce). When he’s done, and Knockout so graciously places the blame on Starscream’s shoulders (with Breakdown's endorsement, no less! After all he'd done for him...), he splutters wordlessly and glances back at the two of them briefly, looking furiously betrayed. Fine. Two could play at that game.
He turns back to Megatron, simpering nervously. “My Liege, there... there have been set backs! I only just arrived on this planet myself a few months prior, and was grievously wounded as well!” He wrings his hands nervously. “I only just recently regained full functionality, and might have done so sooner, if Knockout,” he straightens up and looks severe, his tone transitioning into a snarl, “who has been here for several earth years already, had actually left his comm link on. instead of slacking and leaving two of his fellow Decepticons to the mercy of the locals... Well, we might be a bit further along.”
He seamlessly changes tact, brow furrowing in concern in a pleading look. “All things considered we have done rather well for ourselves, odds stacked against us as they were. I myself have discovered the locations of several massive energon deposits, gathered a number of useful supplies, and even located samples of a bizarre scientific anomaly,” he gestures back at the dog crate containing his two crystal animals, which are viciously clawing at the door of their enclosure (he still had no idea what in Primus he was going to do with those, but he'd gone through so much trouble to obtain them). “So you see, we are actually rather better off than appearances would suggest!”
The moments before Megatron responds feel like hours... Surely Megatron wouldn’t kill him, given the circumstances, right? He wouldn’t deprive himself of an extremely useful asset just for the sake of satisfying his blood rage? ...Starscream's eyes flick to the world outside, just past Megatron’s imposing frame. He casually wonders if he could be quick enough to make a break for it. Just in case.
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He turns back to Megatron, simpering nervously. “My Liege, there... there have been set backs! I only just arrived on this planet myself a few months prior, and was grievously wounded as well!” He wrings his hands nervously. “I only just recently regained full functionality, and might have done so sooner, if Knockout,” he straightens up and looks severe, his tone transitioning into a snarl, “who has been here for several earth years already, had actually left his comm link on. instead of slacking and leaving two of his fellow Decepticons to the mercy of the locals... Well, we might be a bit further along.”
He seamlessly changes tact, brow furrowing in concern in a pleading look. “All things considered we have done rather well for ourselves, odds stacked against us as they were. I myself have discovered the locations of several massive energon deposits, gathered a number of useful supplies, and even located samples of a bizarre scientific anomaly,” he gestures back at the dog crate containing his two crystal animals, which are viciously clawing at the door of their enclosure (he still had no idea what in Primus he was going to do with those, but he'd gone through so much trouble to obtain them). “So you see, we are actually rather better off than appearances would suggest!”
The moments before Megatron responds feel like hours... Surely Megatron wouldn’t kill him, given the circumstances, right? He wouldn’t deprive himself of an extremely useful asset just for the sake of satisfying his blood rage? ...Starscream's eyes flick to the world outside, just past Megatron’s imposing frame. He casually wonders if he could be quick enough to make a break for it. Just in case.