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capitalh2014-04-02 09:22 pm
starscheme) wrote in capitalh2014-04-02 09:22 pm
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Who: Starscream, Knock Out, Breakdown, and... Megatron.
Where: Starscream's "base of operations", well outside LA.
When: Early march, not too long after Breakdown's rescue. Sundown.
What: Starscream gathers his meager forces together to talk about how screwed they all are, only to be rudely reminded that they aren't actually his forces to begin with.
Warnings: Nothing yet but if there isn't some really horrendous violence coming we'll all be very surprised.
"All things considered, Breakdown... I am impressed."
The three of them were gathered at the cave that they were, at least for the time being, calling a base of operations. It was an unimpressive location, but one that served its purpose nonetheless: several stories above the level desert below (a deliberate decision on Starscream's part to discourage any human interference), it was safe, dry, and most importantly, sported a reasonable vein of energon within. He had a steadily growing stash of pilfered electronics and other components useful for both medical purposes and patching together a communications booster, when the time came.
The seeker himself was in his typical "menacingly agitated" pose: hands clasped behind his back, jaw set firm and pacing a goddamn hole in the ground just outside the mouth of the cave. He finally stopped and studied the newly arrived warrior, one brow raised thoughtfully. He certainly looked as though he'd seen better days. Knockout had done what he could with the supplies they had, and for Starscream's part he did his best to bring back useful parts (mainly in the interest of restoring another useful warrior to his cause, but also with the added bonus of potentially mollifying an affronted Knockout), but there was only so much they could do.
"I've heard rumors of this TRIDENT before, but had always dismissed their reputation as being the blustering of easily impressed humans... but if what you say is true..." He scowled. It made the energon in his veins boil with rage, thinking of a human daring to lay a hand on even the most pitiful of Cybertronians, let alone one of his fellow Decepticons.
"Well, their fate was sealed the moment they dared even lay eyes upon you. We'll make them pay for what they've done, that much I can promise you... Possibly sooner than I'd hoped."
He turned and looked back out at the desert once more. "However That still leaves us with our main problem... which Knockout has, no doubt, filled you in on."
Where: Starscream's "base of operations", well outside LA.
When: Early march, not too long after Breakdown's rescue. Sundown.
What: Starscream gathers his meager forces together to talk about how screwed they all are, only to be rudely reminded that they aren't actually his forces to begin with.
Warnings: Nothing yet but if there isn't some really horrendous violence coming we'll all be very surprised.
"All things considered, Breakdown... I am impressed."
The three of them were gathered at the cave that they were, at least for the time being, calling a base of operations. It was an unimpressive location, but one that served its purpose nonetheless: several stories above the level desert below (a deliberate decision on Starscream's part to discourage any human interference), it was safe, dry, and most importantly, sported a reasonable vein of energon within. He had a steadily growing stash of pilfered electronics and other components useful for both medical purposes and patching together a communications booster, when the time came.
The seeker himself was in his typical "menacingly agitated" pose: hands clasped behind his back, jaw set firm and pacing a goddamn hole in the ground just outside the mouth of the cave. He finally stopped and studied the newly arrived warrior, one brow raised thoughtfully. He certainly looked as though he'd seen better days. Knockout had done what he could with the supplies they had, and for Starscream's part he did his best to bring back useful parts (mainly in the interest of restoring another useful warrior to his cause, but also with the added bonus of potentially mollifying an affronted Knockout), but there was only so much they could do.
"I've heard rumors of this TRIDENT before, but had always dismissed their reputation as being the blustering of easily impressed humans... but if what you say is true..." He scowled. It made the energon in his veins boil with rage, thinking of a human daring to lay a hand on even the most pitiful of Cybertronians, let alone one of his fellow Decepticons.
"Well, their fate was sealed the moment they dared even lay eyes upon you. We'll make them pay for what they've done, that much I can promise you... Possibly sooner than I'd hoped."
He turned and looked back out at the desert once more. "However That still leaves us with our main problem... which Knockout has, no doubt, filled you in on."
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He casts a dubious optic over Starscream before he gives Megatron a nervous smile, hurriedly making with the bowing and scraping. He cannot actually believe he and Breakdown got off relatively scot-free. "Aha -- of course, Lord Megatron -- as you command!"
But as soon as Megatron zooms away from the cave, Knock Out's disposition changes considerably. He immediately grimaces, looking over Starscream with a huff. Now, it's as if he can't believe he has to deal with this.
"Well, I think we got lucky," he mutters, turning a beckoning claw to Starscream. No sense in wasting time now.
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"Yeah, this time." He rubs absently at his chestplate, near the missing shoulder joint, before finally turning his attention to Starscream to see if Knock Out might need a hand with him. He might be down an arm, but he still makes a decent medic assistant.
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It could probably be taken as a very concerning sign that even when he does move, he doesn't say a word. Even as he slowly gathers himself up to crouch on his hands and knees, he just glowers furiously at the spot where Megatron was standing moments before.
He's going to kill that bastard one day.
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"Well, let's get you patched up, then -- Commander," Knock Out sighs agitatedly, gesturing for Starscream to stand. "Come on, now -- we don't want to keep our glorious master waiting, do we?"