[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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[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.]