1. [Voice]

[warborn]

[for a long few moments, there's only the sound of ventilation. fans cycling a mech's air systems. he's clicked on his radio, yeah, but now?

now he has no idea what to say, except something slightly hysterical.]

This is a lot different than I thought the Pit'd look like.

[said in the tone of someone-please-tell-me-I'm-totally-incorrect]

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NOT NEARLY FAR ENOUGH

[warborn]

Metalhawk.

[FRYSQUINT.GIF]

HOW DID THIS GO SO HORRIBLY WRONG

[ex_dishonestly997]

You know. Skinny gold hippie type. [there is surely a better way to go about this]

Alright. So I'm not Metalhawk.

[but is he within quick flying distance of a safe place? The answer is no.

Since when has Starscream been stopped by bad ideas.]

It's Starscream.

it's starscream that's how

[warborn]

[ . . . ]

You trying to be funny, Starscream?

oh right laser guided karma

[ex_dishonestly997]

Apparently not.

[a pause.]

If you want me, I'm at... Megatronus' temple. [HOW COULD THIS IDEA POSSIBLY BACKFIRE]

w h u p s

[warborn]

What a coincidence.

So am I.

[ex_dishonestly997]

[smoothly] So, what are you waiting for?

[warborn]

[short of trying to figure out whether this is a trap or not, and then trying to figure out whether or not he cares?]

Absolutely nothing.

[tromp. tromp. tromp.]

[ex_dishonestly997]

[Oh good, now it's one of the other Starscream's problems. If, in fact, Fort Max can find one of them there anyway.

If not, at least he's not ripping Starscream's wings off, for which he is thankful.]

Glad to hear it.