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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

Re: Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

*promptly changes tack* Why not? I thought you said you could be honest with me. *smiles, a hint of nastiness entering in*

There are plenty of other entertaining things to do between fights that don't involve planning thirty-seven moves ahead of yourself. *scowls at nothing in particular but vaguely in Thrusts direction*

Re: Off the record... ;)

[startactician.livejournal.com]

Honest, yes. Nosy, no. I wouldn't want to be rude. If all of Cybertron is aware, then it is not that important.

Re: Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head in admiration that seems only partly feigned* Well, this is interesting. I seem to have fallen in with the only two mechs on Cybertron that still give a slag about manners.

Re: Off the record... ;)

[startactician.livejournal.com]

It shows you are discriminatory in picking your officers and companions. An admirable trait.

Re: Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

*throws his head back and laughs* Obviously!

Re: Off the record... ;)

[startactician.livejournal.com]

*chuckles and waits for Starscream to stop laughing* So, exactly what position would that put me in? Or would I not have any sort of official title.

Re: Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

I'm sure we can come up with something if you want one. *airy, offhand gesture, still grinning* How about 'official reprisentative of alternate universes with yet another useless leader'? *snickers*

Re: Off the record... ;)

[startactician.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I'd prefer not to have to represent my universe. It has very little going for it. Chief tactician and advisor, perhaps.

Re: Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

So I hear. *nasty little grin* Some tings never change, even across galaxies - Meatron is still an idiot.

If that's what you like the sound of, then title away. *expansive handwave* It's not like we're running short of them.

Re: Off the record... ;)

[startactician.livejournal.com]

It's a universal constant, I'm afraid.

I like to know where my little niche is, as meaningless as a title may be. It makes me feel wanted.

Re: Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

*grins* It's good to know there's something stable in the universe.

I'm sure we have somewhere for you, title or no title. If you're in, you're wanted... *leaves it hanging for a moment, smirking a little* ...otherwise I wouldn't have given you the option in the first place.

Re: Off the record... ;)

[startactician.livejournal.com]

Yes, but it would be nice if the stable thing were something else.

*smirks and makes a small bow* Quite true. I am willing and eager to serve you. *looks up with a slight glint in his optics, hinting that he will serve but he will not be servile*

Re: Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

But this way we know he's always an idiot, and there will always be room for - improvement. *nasty smirk*

I can tell. *smirk gets more pronounced and his optics glitter deviously as he returns the look*

Re: Off the record... ;)

[startactician.livejournal.com]

True. *wonders, though, if certain elements of Starscream are also constant, and is mildly concerned*

*straightens up* Shall I work from here or is there some place you would like to put me?

Re: Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

*expansive gesture, exaggeratedly courteous* Wherever you choose, it's up to you. *unnerving, glittering grin* Don't worry. I'll know where to find you if I need to.

Re: Off the record... ;)

[startactician.livejournal.com]

*nods again* I'll be ready when you need me/

Re: Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

You'd better. *the words might say one thing, but his tone is deliberatey too cheerful to convey any real threat*

Re: Off the record... ;)

[startactician.livejournal.com]

Then I bid you farewell, for now. Contact me when you need me. *transforms and starts to fly off*

Re: Off the record... ;)

[princeofthesky.livejournal.com]

*stands, smirking, watching him leave and cackling to himself when Thrust is out of audial range* I see why Dreadmoon thinks he's so interesting. They're both as eloquent and devious as each other. *snickers, then transforms himself and roars away*