gay robot problems

[thanksoptimus]

Who: Orion Pax and Starscream, and later Megatron.
Where: The space boat.
When: While Megatron is out talking to Baelhaet.
What: Orion is getting restless and Starscream is getting annoyed.
Warnings: Robots.

Normally, Orion would be extremely hesitant to wander the ship without explicit permission. After all, he's been the one locking himself in his room lately, more than anybody else. But with Megatron off on other business...he feels like this may be an opportunity to speak of his issues covertly.

With Megatron out, he suspects that Commander Starscream must still be in. He isn't in any of the obvious places, and so he finds himself approaching some of the more obscure storage locations.

He considers calling, but the idea is nebulously off putting. So, instead he just moves in closer, listening for sounds of other robotic life.

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[starscheme]

If Starscream wasn't out in a more obvious location, it was because he was sulking. Currently he was in one of the (regrettably empty) cargo holds of the ship, attending to the crystal monstrosities that he'd obtained from that morose looking human boy a while back.

"Monstrosities" was really the only way to accurately describe them. They'd started out as mere gems but had hatched into biting, stinging, violent little nightmares that he'd been struggling to keep a tight leash on ever since. With the ship here now, he'd managed to fashion a makeshift kennel of sorts for the two of them, which was perched on top of a stack of crates. They were in there now, of course; one withdrawn into its turtle like shell, save for its barbed, stinging tail. The other, which looked something akin to an awful six-legged crocodile, was pacing restlessly back and at the bars and generally being as obnoxious as it could possibly make itself.

Starscream himself was leaned against the stack of crates, tapping away as a datapad in an attempt to distract himself from the aching of his bruised ego. Specifically, he was yet again perusing the local human message boards for any information on the crystalline lifeforms. They were honestly a handful, and surely someone must have figured something out about their origins that justified keeping them around like this.

However, it was getting difficult to concentrate when the leggier of the two kept occasionally attacking it's kennel-mate. Starscream finally snaps and pounds one fist into the side of the crate, flinging a stream of curses at the two of them in an attempt to break up the fight. Not that it mattered. They'd just be at it again momentarily.

POST BAELMEETING

[bigfuckinggun]

Megatron is not in a good mood.

Of course, he hasn't been in a good mood since he arrived on Earth, but he's absolutely fuming right now. He lands outside his half-wrecked battleship as if he's trying to take out his wrath on the sand beneath his feet, and if the ship were fully staffed he'd be aggressively hauling underlings out of his way as he stormed through the corridors.

He didn't send Starscream any kind of summons in advance. He was going to find him himself. And woe betide anyone else who got in his way.