[Open][Video; At the edge of the Haven, slight static]

[megaton]

[So he'd made it. He'd made it, he was alive, and he was still here. He could see the distant temples from the mountain he stood on, some ancient and run-down building in ruins behind him. Despite the dilapidation, there is a very new 'STARSCREAM FOR OVERSEER' poster tacked onto the wall within his view...the perfect place for a high-flying, far-ranging jet to test out non-permanent adhesives without anyone noticing.]

So.

[He begins by reaching out, aiming, and completely blasting the wall and accompanying poster.]

Is there anyone who actually intends to vote for Starscream?

Comments

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[angleofscience]

I know. [He doesn't say "for now", but well... This is Starscream, and it's (a) Megatron, even if Starscream had a pretty good grip on how to deal with this mech. Still though.]

That's not why I wanted to talk. [Folding his arms over his chestplates, Jetfire shakes his helm.] How are you going to handle this?

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[aerospacecommander]

Are you asking as an Autobot?

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[angleofscience]

I'd be hard to deny it completely, but Starscream, I'm asking because this is a version of Megatron and all other factors given, you are... ah, preferable, to him.

[He's wondering if he's going to get hung up on, sooner or later, which was why he'd ahve preferred having this discussion in private.]

But given this is Megatron, claiming he wouldn't have some sort of influence would be naïve and foolish. [He tilts his helm, the upper edge of an optic arching.]

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[aerospacecommander]

I don't need you lecturing me.

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[angleofscience]

Did I, or didn't I just say you're the better option between you and Megatron? [That wasn't enough words to be a lecture!]

And either way... [Trailing off, Jetfire's arch expression turns into a frown, the glow from his optics softening a little.] Is it wrong to inquire how you're going to handle a situation that might affect you personally, and negatively, disregarding the political issues?

[He's a little worried, okay. About Starscream, and not just the whole "Decepticon influence on the Haven" thing.]

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[aerospacecommander]

I can handle this without you looking over my shoulder.

I will deal with Megatron.

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[angleofscience]

[...]

Fine. [He folds his arms over his chestplates, and maybe he shouldn't give up so easily, but... They've spent well over a year like this, without factions and well.]

By the Matrix, Starscream, don't make me regret this. [For any measure of "regret" one might want to use.

... Had it really been over a year, since..? Huh.]

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[aerospacecommander]

I don't know what you're so worried about.

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[angleofscience]

No, I'm sure you don't. [Which... it wouldn't surprise him if Starscream was completely serious.] But if I have to pull you out of something, I'm going to be displeased.

[And do it anyway.]

But I care what happens to you, so of course I'm going to express concern in some capacity.

[Even if it'd been a really long while since he'd... ah, "indulged" in said worry. It hadn't been useful to pay attention to it when he left the Decepticons.]

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[aerospacecommander]

Well, don't.

As I already said: I've got this.

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[angleofscience]

Unfortunately, you can't really dictate what I feel or not but I'll endeavour to not be... too obvious about it. Your skills to handle the situation isn't really what I'm questioning, after all.

[Just the inevitable circumstances and Starscream's ability to keep himself out of... trouble.]