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ante_luce*prods bunny* Spur of the moment thing. 'Pologies if it doesn't make too much sense...
Title: ((Not yet))
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“Starscream, Starscream! You have to look at this!”
The seeker looked up from his report to glare at his trinemate, rushing into his lab with no care for any delicate experiments or equipment that might be in his wingtips’ path (hence the decided lack of said experiments or equipment along the central passage in the room).
“What do you want, Skywarp? And stay still, you’ll destroy something.”
“We got a message from the Autobots!”
The Air Commander paused, blinking at the purple and black jet, looking irritated. “Why would that be cause to run hollering and screaming for me?”
“Because it was addressed to you.” Skywarp’s tone implied that he thought it should be obvious. Starscream blinked again as the datachip was thrust into his hands.
“Oh.”
“Aren’t you going to read it?”
“Why? You’ve undoubtedly already hacked past whatever security the Autofreaks put on this thing. You can tell me what it says.”
“I haven’t. I can’t.”
“… What?”
“Whatever’s locking up that thing is fragging impossible. Looks like you’re going to get to lay optics on the message first.”
“Frag. Megatron is not going to like this. … Of course. That’s their plan. Frag off Megatron, get him pissed at his Second in Command, make him think I’m going to betray him again and cause instability while we get this sorted out. Underhanded glitches. That’s our type of scheme.”
The dark faced seeker snarled, barely restraining himself from throwing his report and the chip across the room. The teleporter hummed, wings shifting sheepishly.
“Uh… He doesn’t know yet. I found the chip in our quarters. You’re the first I told.”
Starscream stared at him, then at the chip. Sighing, he slid it into the datapad he carried and gazed blankly at the question that popped up.
/What would you have named me?/
“S’an odd question to use, ‘specially since we have no idea who left it or why.” The jet heard his trinemate’s comment, but ignored the other seeker in favour of removing the chip to look at it, really look at it this time.
He blinked yet again.
The chip, upon closer inspection, was white, unlike the standard dull grey of bare plasteel. The narrow edge of it however, was black. Realisation dawned, and Starscream’s grip on the chip tightened. There were only two Autobots who might ask this question of him. And only one who could phrase it in that manner. But there was no way he’d…
Turning away from Skywarp, Starscream replaced the chip, and when the question came up again, input his answer, concealing it from curious optics. The question faded, and a vid file blinked onscreen.
“Well?”
“Skywarp. I need to look at this alone.”
His trinemate went still, then nodded.
“I’ll wait outside.”
As the teleporter exited, the Decepticon Second started the vid. What he saw left him immobilised, until Skywarp, growing concerned, re-entered his lab to check on him.
“Star’?”
Unable to make any reply, he only turned the datapad over to his trinemate and activated the recording once more. When it ended, Skywarp too was quiet.
“Wow.”
Starscream didn’t respond.
“Who’d have thought?”
He remained silent.
“Starscream?”
“Bonded. He’s getting bonded. In the middle of a slagging war!”
“… At least he’s inviting you to the ceremony? Star’, why would-”
“I have to go shake some sense into that fool sparkling. ‘Warp. Get me there, now.”
“But-”
“NOW!”
“Alright, alright! Don’t have to yell…”
= = =
Skyfire sighed into his energon cube. Starscream had appeared in the sky outside the Ark, gripping an intimidated looking Skywarp, then had proceeded to storm towards the vessel, glaring like the ship and now Autobot base had personally and grievously offended him.
Autobots had scrambled to repel him, only to be held back by an unperturbed order from their SIC. The seeker had thus made his way unmolested to the front gates, trailed by a very bewildered teleporter, where he was met by the black and white tactician.
Skyfire had intervened then, stepping between the pair and smiling at the tactician. “Prowl, perhaps I should talk to Starscream. You still have quite a few preparations to oversee.”
“Thank you, Skyfire. I’ll see you later.”
Prowl left them then, and the shuttle spent the next hour or so calming the seeker so that he didn’t fly after the Datsun.
“Starscream, they love each other. I gave them my blessing.”
“Really. How do you know?” The jet sneered, and Skyfire sighed.
“I have optics, I can see how they interact. It’s like looking at you and m-”
Starscream hissed and turned away.
“Star’…”
“You had no right to counsel him on this. You were never there for him!”
“Neither were you. He grew up in a youth centre.”
“I did my duty by him! His frame, his upgrades, everything was the best I could get him!”
“And what of a home, a creator, a parent? I at least had the excuse of being trapped here, offline and insensate. After you obtained his just sparked chassis, you left him at the door of the centre. You didn't even give him a designation. Even if caring for a sparkling was beyond your means, would it have been so hard to have kept in some form of contact?”
Sullenly, the jet snapped back. “Clearly, he found out about us. And yet he never said anything either.”
“Would you, if you thought you’d been cast off by your creator?”
Starscream glared at him, then stalked off, growling something about getting a reckless youngling to see sense. Skyfire shook his head and wished the jet luck. His sparkling could be stubborn when he felt like being so. Some things were definitely a result of heritage.
= = =
The seeker was still glaring, and the object of his focus went about his business, efficiently ignoring the heated look. Starscream spoke at last.
“You cannot be serious about this.”
“I assure you that I am.”
“Why?!”
“Because I see no reason not to do something I should have done a long time ago.”
“Stupidity is contagious, and you’ve finally succumbed. You’re built better than that! I should know. I fragging made sure your upgrades were of the highest quality!”
“Starscream-”
“Look, I know you think I have no right to interfere, but I didn’t abandon you. I-”
“I know.”
The seeker halted, cut off mid-sentence by the other mech’s reply. Blue optics met his red ones, calm and understanding.
“It was an obvious surmise, once I was able to comprehend what the facts were telling me. The degree of care that went into each of the upgrades I received was clearly greater than that expected for an average youngling in my circumstances. Whatever your reasons, I knew I wasn’t a discard.”
“… He’s not good enough for you.”
“Your opinion is noted. He did get into your base to plant my message without anyone noticing.”
“I can’t change your mind.”
“No.”
“Frag. Then I guess there’s only one thing I can do.”
“And that would be?”
“Get Megatron to sit down with your Prime and hash out a truce. No way any sparkling of mine is going to risk his bonded aft in a war.”
= = =
“… I’m confused.” Bumblebee turned to the purple seeker with a commiserating expression.
“You’re not the only one. It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. First, I find out two Autobots are getting bonded and invited Starscream to the event. Then, I find out that the whole reason ‘Screamer got invited was ‘cos he’s the co-creator of one of them, with his research partner from all the way before the war being the other creator. And now we have talks about getting truce in place. Oof, my processors hurt.”
“Don’t worry, you get used to it after a while. Either that, or you’ll be too busy trying to handle something else they throw at you.”
“You’ve experienced this before, then?”
“Yup. Just another day with the Autobots.”
Title: ((Not yet))
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“Starscream, Starscream! You have to look at this!”
The seeker looked up from his report to glare at his trinemate, rushing into his lab with no care for any delicate experiments or equipment that might be in his wingtips’ path (hence the decided lack of said experiments or equipment along the central passage in the room).
“What do you want, Skywarp? And stay still, you’ll destroy something.”
“We got a message from the Autobots!”
The Air Commander paused, blinking at the purple and black jet, looking irritated. “Why would that be cause to run hollering and screaming for me?”
“Because it was addressed to you.” Skywarp’s tone implied that he thought it should be obvious. Starscream blinked again as the datachip was thrust into his hands.
“Oh.”
“Aren’t you going to read it?”
“Why? You’ve undoubtedly already hacked past whatever security the Autofreaks put on this thing. You can tell me what it says.”
“I haven’t. I can’t.”
“… What?”
“Whatever’s locking up that thing is fragging impossible. Looks like you’re going to get to lay optics on the message first.”
“Frag. Megatron is not going to like this. … Of course. That’s their plan. Frag off Megatron, get him pissed at his Second in Command, make him think I’m going to betray him again and cause instability while we get this sorted out. Underhanded glitches. That’s our type of scheme.”
The dark faced seeker snarled, barely restraining himself from throwing his report and the chip across the room. The teleporter hummed, wings shifting sheepishly.
“Uh… He doesn’t know yet. I found the chip in our quarters. You’re the first I told.”
Starscream stared at him, then at the chip. Sighing, he slid it into the datapad he carried and gazed blankly at the question that popped up.
/What would you have named me?/
“S’an odd question to use, ‘specially since we have no idea who left it or why.” The jet heard his trinemate’s comment, but ignored the other seeker in favour of removing the chip to look at it, really look at it this time.
He blinked yet again.
The chip, upon closer inspection, was white, unlike the standard dull grey of bare plasteel. The narrow edge of it however, was black. Realisation dawned, and Starscream’s grip on the chip tightened. There were only two Autobots who might ask this question of him. And only one who could phrase it in that manner. But there was no way he’d…
Turning away from Skywarp, Starscream replaced the chip, and when the question came up again, input his answer, concealing it from curious optics. The question faded, and a vid file blinked onscreen.
“Well?”
“Skywarp. I need to look at this alone.”
His trinemate went still, then nodded.
“I’ll wait outside.”
As the teleporter exited, the Decepticon Second started the vid. What he saw left him immobilised, until Skywarp, growing concerned, re-entered his lab to check on him.
“Star’?”
Unable to make any reply, he only turned the datapad over to his trinemate and activated the recording once more. When it ended, Skywarp too was quiet.
“Wow.”
Starscream didn’t respond.
“Who’d have thought?”
He remained silent.
“Starscream?”
“Bonded. He’s getting bonded. In the middle of a slagging war!”
“… At least he’s inviting you to the ceremony? Star’, why would-”
“I have to go shake some sense into that fool sparkling. ‘Warp. Get me there, now.”
“But-”
“NOW!”
“Alright, alright! Don’t have to yell…”
= = =
Skyfire sighed into his energon cube. Starscream had appeared in the sky outside the Ark, gripping an intimidated looking Skywarp, then had proceeded to storm towards the vessel, glaring like the ship and now Autobot base had personally and grievously offended him.
Autobots had scrambled to repel him, only to be held back by an unperturbed order from their SIC. The seeker had thus made his way unmolested to the front gates, trailed by a very bewildered teleporter, where he was met by the black and white tactician.
Skyfire had intervened then, stepping between the pair and smiling at the tactician. “Prowl, perhaps I should talk to Starscream. You still have quite a few preparations to oversee.”
“Thank you, Skyfire. I’ll see you later.”
Prowl left them then, and the shuttle spent the next hour or so calming the seeker so that he didn’t fly after the Datsun.
“Starscream, they love each other. I gave them my blessing.”
“Really. How do you know?” The jet sneered, and Skyfire sighed.
“I have optics, I can see how they interact. It’s like looking at you and m-”
Starscream hissed and turned away.
“Star’…”
“You had no right to counsel him on this. You were never there for him!”
“Neither were you. He grew up in a youth centre.”
“I did my duty by him! His frame, his upgrades, everything was the best I could get him!”
“And what of a home, a creator, a parent? I at least had the excuse of being trapped here, offline and insensate. After you obtained his just sparked chassis, you left him at the door of the centre. You didn't even give him a designation. Even if caring for a sparkling was beyond your means, would it have been so hard to have kept in some form of contact?”
Sullenly, the jet snapped back. “Clearly, he found out about us. And yet he never said anything either.”
“Would you, if you thought you’d been cast off by your creator?”
Starscream glared at him, then stalked off, growling something about getting a reckless youngling to see sense. Skyfire shook his head and wished the jet luck. His sparkling could be stubborn when he felt like being so. Some things were definitely a result of heritage.
= = =
The seeker was still glaring, and the object of his focus went about his business, efficiently ignoring the heated look. Starscream spoke at last.
“You cannot be serious about this.”
“I assure you that I am.”
“Why?!”
“Because I see no reason not to do something I should have done a long time ago.”
“Stupidity is contagious, and you’ve finally succumbed. You’re built better than that! I should know. I fragging made sure your upgrades were of the highest quality!”
“Starscream-”
“Look, I know you think I have no right to interfere, but I didn’t abandon you. I-”
“I know.”
The seeker halted, cut off mid-sentence by the other mech’s reply. Blue optics met his red ones, calm and understanding.
“It was an obvious surmise, once I was able to comprehend what the facts were telling me. The degree of care that went into each of the upgrades I received was clearly greater than that expected for an average youngling in my circumstances. Whatever your reasons, I knew I wasn’t a discard.”
“… He’s not good enough for you.”
“Your opinion is noted. He did get into your base to plant my message without anyone noticing.”
“I can’t change your mind.”
“No.”
“Frag. Then I guess there’s only one thing I can do.”
“And that would be?”
“Get Megatron to sit down with your Prime and hash out a truce. No way any sparkling of mine is going to risk his bonded aft in a war.”
= = =
“… I’m confused.” Bumblebee turned to the purple seeker with a commiserating expression.
“You’re not the only one. It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. First, I find out two Autobots are getting bonded and invited Starscream to the event. Then, I find out that the whole reason ‘Screamer got invited was ‘cos he’s the co-creator of one of them, with his research partner from all the way before the war being the other creator. And now we have talks about getting truce in place. Oof, my processors hurt.”
“Don’t worry, you get used to it after a while. Either that, or you’ll be too busy trying to handle something else they throw at you.”
“You’ve experienced this before, then?”
“Yup. Just another day with the Autobots.”
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Date: 2009-06-03 03:10 am (UTC)Though I do wonder what Starscream's answer to the question was.
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Date: 2009-06-04 04:24 pm (UTC)As for Starscream's answer... Eh, he's not telling -_-#
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Date: 2009-06-03 03:00 am (UTC)I have to echo
Because this is very good indeed. ^_^
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Date: 2009-06-03 07:37 am (UTC)Starscream with kiddies is always good.
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Date: 2009-06-04 04:25 pm (UTC)EEE THE TOASTERS ARRIVED! \o/ THANKEE
Date: 2009-06-03 12:51 pm (UTC)Whee ^_^
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Date: 2009-06-03 04:41 pm (UTC)Here's some title suggestions: Father of the Bride, My Big Fat Seeker Wedding, and A Null-ray Wedding.
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Date: 2014-04-05 08:08 am (UTC)After getting to the end, and poor confuzzled Skywarp, and Bumblebee outright states that for the Autobots it's Just Another Tuesday.
Made me snrk XD
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