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Who: Starscream and YOU

Where: Literally anywhere in the game setting you want, if you can think it I'll come up with a reason for him to be there

When: Any time post robo-fight club, pre musical

What: Starscream hits the town for various EVIL BOT shenanigans in both bot and holo form.

Warnings: IDK Starscream is kind of a warning on his own. HUGE DOUCHEBAG warning how's that.

If there's one good thing that's come from the whole forge catastrophe, it's that Starscream isn't quite so skittish about showing his real self to humans.

That's not to say that he isn't still a bit paranoid; he hasn't forgotten what happened to Breakdown with TRIDENT, and then the crazy AI that kidnapped half the Decepticon forces on earth at the time. He figures they should all be exercising caution, and Starscream always takes his own personal safety very seriously. What it does mean is that he's not above briefly showing himself when it's absolutely necessary.

For example, right now he's on a bit of a shopping trip, picking up necessary materials for synthesizing Energon back on the conquest. A few months ago it might have taken him ages to case out a proper joint to rob and get everything set up, but now that the Decepticons needn't be concerned about keeping the fact that there's a large, mechanical alien race active on their planet safe from the humans, it's one less thing he has to worry about when heading city side.

Mainly he's been focusing on obtaining two things: lab equipment (from beakers to machinery and monitors), and various forms of crude energy. The former he tends to go into the city in avatar form for broadcasting into labs here and there before booking it. As for the latter... well, it's far easier to zip in, transform and gather up as many propane tanks as he can manage, and zip back out before the CONDOR agents show up. That's the benefit of their cover being blown. Near as he can tell, most humans are still terrified of his kind and will run without a proper confrontation... and damn does that sort of reaction just bring him a special kind of joy.

[OOC Just trying to see if anyone wants to lay the groundwork for some CR before the musical event. Starscream is prickly and unpleasant but there's a plethora of different ways you can try and engage him. Please specify in your comment if you want the real deal or the holomatter. Drop me a private message if you want to discuss or plot anything or if you have any concerns at all \o/]

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Most humans are terrified. Some of them think that having giant metal guys skulking along the perimeters of society is kind of fucking awesome. Word on the street travels fast, and Ramir's interest went from piqued to incessant. She's got to meet one of those things.

Okay, so, she knows that the one that's been showing up lately goes for propane tanks, so... gas stations, right? And probably not gas stations in crowded areas, it probably didn't want that kind of attention. That narrows it down, but less than she'd like. She's just one person, it's gonna be difficult to cover all that ground. So, she picks. She picks one gas station to stake out, waiting and hopeful, gathering more suspicious looks from attendants the longer she loiters. No luck on the first three days of attempts, but on the fourth day — on the fourth day, she's lucky.

There's a flurry of motion and excitement at the station down the street from Ramir's chosen post, then a distinctly metal sound that she's never heard before. Her grin is immediate, and she takes off running down the street toward the commotion and the — oh, shit, and the giant fucking robot.

Score.

"Hey, hang on! Wait!" She stands out a little as the only human running toward Starscream, arms waving and looking thrilled.

Wow could there possibly be a better ambassador to the Cybertronian race than Starscream? I don't think so.

Starscream already has a good amount of loot and is fully prepared to transform and take off when he hears the shouting. Usually he wouldn't be inclined to even give her a second glance, but the fact that she's actually approaching instead of running does pique his interest somewhat.

He turns around, eyebrows raised and arms full of propane tanks (which, at his size, and with his skinny arms, means he only has about four or so), and when he speaks he takes on a disdainful tone. "You have a lot of nerve, slinging requests around at someone you just met."

She practically skids to a stop in front of him, and takes promptly to looking over him admiringly. Look at those wings! That makes a lot of sense, considering they say he turns into a plane, but she hadn't imagined they'd actually look like wings.

"You'd get way more of those things if you used a pickup truck," she says, apparently completely ignoring his comment. Come on, who cares about nerve and too much of it in a situation like this? "Just load 'em all in the back and peel off like a robo-bandito, you'd be set."

Starscream just gives her a blank look, silent for a moment while he tries to parse out what this excitable earth creature is trying to say.

"...Are you suggesting I change my alt mode?" That's the only thing she could mean, right? He can't fit inside the cab of a pickup truck, so she must mean that he needs to become one. He sounds utterly disgusted by the mere idea of it.

"What? No." She looks bewildered for a second, until — "Holy shit, you can do that? I thought you were permanently a plane! Which, I mean, that's not bad, but if you can just up and change it — "

No wait, okay, stay focused here. They probably don't have long before someone unpleasant shows up. She stops herself and jerks a thumb over her shoulder, at the pickup truck parked down the street she'd ran past to get here.

"I meant that. I can drive! I could totally drive it for you."

Come on, please let her help out, that would be awesome.

Edited 2014-07-16 01:54 (UTC)

"Of course we can do that--" He starts up waspishly. He can't even believe he's sticking around to have this conversation, with a human, when he should be booking it to safety before the Earth authorities show up to make life more difficult for him.

Yet here he is, still dawdling. He glances over his shoulder briefly at the sound of wailing sirens off in the distance. Why in Primus's name would a tiny little human want to offer him assistance? Not that the idea of making off with even more tanks isn't tempting, but he's naturally suspicious of her motivations, and his optics narrow suspiciously as he starts to size her up in a new light.

"And why, pray tell, would you want to do that?" She has to have some sort of angle. Everyone always does.

Okay -- she's got to think fast. What would convince an alien robot that she's here to help him out for the sheer awesome of it, and not because she wants to fuck him over? It's not like she has much to offer. So... how about this: she doesn't try.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She rolls her eyes. "Come on, some asshole in a tank or something is going to show up any second, and you wanna stand around and talk?" She starts forward, going for the pile of propane tanks he'd already raided, and heaves one up in her arms easily. "Start stacking them! I'll start hotwiring."

She she really, really hopes that works, because she's going to look stupid as she takes off running down the street toward the truck if he's not onboard here.

Well. She doesn't seem to be bearing any sort of ill will, but he's not about to let his guard down just yet. Still, he's nothing if not an opportunist, and there's always the equal chance that she could prove a valuable ally even beyond this instance.

Either way he goes scurrying after her with his arms full, looking like a fucking idiot running on his stupid dainty little feet. Swift movement in his base mode isn't exactly something he's well known for, because why the hell would anyone walk quickly anywhere, ever, when you have a jet mode at your disposal.

He catches up and deposits the load of tanks into the back of the truck, before turning around to go back for more, shouting back at her, tone hinting that she's working with him right now on a trial basis only: "I certainly hope for your sake that you know what you're doing there, girl."

Score! Man, she can't believe that worked. If only just temporarily. Ramir hides her grin and chucks her own tank into the back of the truck, then slides around to the driver's side. It's locked, but that's not a problem. She just punches the window in.

"Trust me, Priscilla, I got this!" she calls back to him, then ducks into the cab to begin the finicky process of stealing a car. It could take her a little while, so he's got time to load the back of it. But hopefully not quite enough time that anyone else can show up and start anything... that could be awkward.

Okay he has no idea who or what the hell a 'Priscilla' is, but he gets the sense he's being made fun of.

He decides not to pursue the matter any further though, instead focusing on busing as many tanks to the back of the truck as he can, all the while questioning the bizarreness of the whole situation.

When he's crammed as many as he can fit into the truck bed he goes back for another armful, skidding to a halt next to the truck once he has them. He glances into the cab, and then back over his shoulder to check for any approaching authorities. "Tick tock, human."

She's almost got it... she's got the wire isolated, it's just a matter of holding it to the plug and hoping for the engine to crank... annnddd there. The engine flares to life, and she grins as she sits upright in the driver's seat.

"Taranto," she corrects happily, leaning out past the broken glass. "Not 'human'. Now, where the hell am I taking all this crap?"

He might remember that name. Maybe.

One eyebrow goes up, not that he's exactly impressed, but.

"Make for the desert. I'll keep an eye on you from the air. If you make it far enough... well, I'll be sure to let you know when to stop."

He steps back and, following some fancy juggling combined with transformation, snaps up the armful of tanks into his cockpit and jets off. She either makes it to the desert or she doesn't, he's not about to play escort for her.

It's a bit of a nebulous direction, but she can do that. She waits just long enough to watch his transformation (awesome), then applies the pedal directly to metal. The truck screeches forward and careens around a corner — not quite the right direction, but the most important thing here is getting out of direct line of sight from the scene of the crime.

She doesn't slow down until she's sure she made it away without anyone after her — and even then she's not going that much slower. This is still, after all, a stolen vehicle, and it'll be reported sooner or later. She glances out the window now and then, eyes skyward and looking for the robot up there, but mostly she concentrates on looking casual and normal. Just any old pickup, carting a load of propane around, nothing to see here!

Her looks upward get more frequent as she starts to draw away from LA proper, out further into the desert. If she doesn't get to see this guy again, man, she's gonna be pissed. She'd way rather have a second meeting with an alien than a shitty new truck.

Once she hits a particularly deserted stretch of road, Starscream drops into a dive, cutting across the road at an altitude low enough that he's probably pretty hard to miss. He sticks a landing in the sand a hundred feet or so off-road, setting his armful of pilfered propane tanks down carefully. So she did make it out, after all... alright, so that's pretty impressive, considering her various handicaps as a tiny little human.

Oh man, that will never get old. Do all these guys look so smooth and cool when they transform? She slows to admire it, then jerks the wheel of the truck to pull it offroad, heading out over the sand toward him. She sticks her head out the window when she's near enough, one arm already draped lazily down the side of the door.

"There, see, check this haul out. Not bad, huh? Better than what you had alone!"

Go on, tell her she's useful, admit it.

Edited 2014-07-30 21:16 (UTC)

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