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seiberwingFor 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.
“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.
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Re: Off the record... ;)
Date: 2005-11-14 12:13 pm (UTC)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... ;)
Date: 2005-11-14 12:34 pm (UTC)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... ;)
Date: 2005-11-14 10:20 pm (UTC)*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... ;)
Date: 2005-11-14 11:50 pm (UTC)I can tell. *smirk gets more pronounced and his optics glitter deviously as he returns the look*
Re: Off the record... ;)
Date: 2005-11-15 11:37 am (UTC)*straightens up* Shall I work from here or is there some place you would like to put me?
Re: Off the record... ;)
Date: 2005-11-15 12:02 pm (UTC)Re: Off the record... ;)
Date: 2005-11-15 12:19 pm (UTC)Re: Off the record... ;)
Date: 2005-11-15 04:14 pm (UTC)Re: Off the record... ;)
Date: 2005-11-15 09:55 pm (UTC)Re: Off the record... ;)
Date: 2005-11-15 11:57 pm (UTC)