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[seiberwing]

For Dreadboots and based on RP, because this was bugging me all day.


“We’ll have to find some way of explaining him,” said Dreadmoon. “The truth would be awkward.”

“I’ve already taken care of it,” said Starscream as he studied the mech curled up on top of Dreadmoon, standing out like a moon against Dreadmoon’s midnight-blue body.

“Really? Who is he?”

“He was a scout at a remote outpost that very few people have heard of and fewer have been to. His strange make-up is due to having to repair himself with scavenged parts after an accident.”

Dreadmoon absently stroked the lighter mech’s head. “And the name? I doubt he’ll consent to a pseudonym.”

“Pure chance. Many mechs have the same name. The similarity is duly noted in his falsified profile.”

Starscream smirked, and Dreadmoon returned fire with the exact same tilt of the head. “You missed his surgery.”

“I was busy making him an official Decepticon in the public database. And I’m sure you recorded it.”

“The techs were quite surprised when they opened him up. They had to rewire him completely in a few places to make him compatible.” Dreadmoon’s fingers languidly traced their way down a grey wing as he spoke. “He’s no longer able to…what was that term?”

“Powerlink,” said a muffled voice from somewhere near Dreadmoon’s chest. “And the process is overrated anyway.”

Starscream leaned over to look the groggy flier in the optics. “I see you’ve finally stopped pretending to be unconscious, Thrust.”

Thrust turned over, lying back against Dreadmoon and looking as innocent as a Decepticon could ever be. “With such a fine berth and beautiful voices to listen to, can you blame me?”

Starscream looked up at Dreadmoon. “You couldn’t have gotten them to remove his sycophancy circuitry?”

“I think it would have killed him if they had.”

“Are you quite done?” asked Thrust as he sat up.

“Oh no,” said Dreadmoon. “We’re just beginning.”

Thrust found himself abruptly silenced and remained wordless so for the next half hour. He didn’t complain.

Comments

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

I splorfle, I squee and I applaud. Not necessarily in that order. ^_^

...I also have two smug fliers in my headspace now. Gah. ;)

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

And I've got a mildly amused but still smug one.

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

Starscream: *smug, wickedly bright-opticed glance over* Oh really...

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Thrust: *innocent* This was all her idea.

Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

Of course it was.

((I'm a bad, bad 'Boots and thoroughly enjoying it. ^_^))

Re: Off the record... ;)

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

*blinkablink* Whoo!

Thrust: I don't think I like where this is going.

[raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com]

You two. Are. Awesome. XD

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

*curtseys, grinning like a ninny* We try our best.

[raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com]

Your best owns. ;)

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

Rar! *beams*

...Was kinda fun this end too. *irredeemably modest, as ever. Hah!*

[raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com]

*snickerfit* I'm sure it was.

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

*wicked grins*

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

They're perfect together. I mean, think of the snarkiness and the flyboyness and the general sneaky thing.

*curious* Did you guess it was Skyfire at first?

[raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com]

No, I don't think so.

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Hm. Any ideas then, or was it too obvious that it was the conehead?

[raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com]

It wasn't obvious, I just wasn't making assumptions.

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay.

(Sorry about last night. The internet just cut out, "fwooof"! Don't know why.))

[(Anonymous)]

anna, your online friends are amusing/strange.
and I did read that email.
-your mom.

[(Anonymous)]

or maybe it was me.
or ME!
or god.

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Exactly how many times do I have to tell you to fuck off? It wasn't funny, or witty, or anything but lame.

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

Oh, so this is a twerp-you-know as opposed to an anonymous twerp?

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Nah, she's a friend of mine. I'm just unappreciative of the joke.

[apprentice-lurk.livejournal.com]

Meh. Fair enough.

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Right. Like my mom would ever type in all lowercase. Try again, Hillary.

[goldcelestial.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, I hadn't had much sleep when I wrote that, but now I've had a nap and am better...... mostly......