[Video] Possible Responses from both TFP Shockwave and Starscream

[my_own_trope]

[Starscream had awoken to find himself lost, confused, alone, and at a disadvantage more than thrice over. That had been two weeks ago. In that time he'd remembered a few things -- not nearly enough by any standard -- but he knew the war at home was won, and furthermore, was sure he'd been here before.

Discreetly skulking around, he'd tried to regain his bearings, and the specialized scanning software of a commanding energon seeker had allowed him to eventually find his present location, hidden as it was: Shockwave's mancave Starscream's new secret fort. To be fair, massive amounts of energon hidden beneath the landscape usually merited looking into anyway.
That was one week ago.]

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[Private to Liege Maximo]
[It had taken Starscream this long to decide he was going to contact his Prime. The memory of Maximo was there, but it was as much a comfort as it was distressing. Starscream didn't know what note their relationship had last been on, but he sincerely hoped it was a positive one.]

My Liege, your humble servant returns. [He bows, the video dipping slightly] I await your command, and relish the opportunity of being of use to you -- however you deem fit.

[Welp, here's hoping that covered most of the important bases. And at the very least, it might be enough of a heads-up should Starscream find himself suddenly in need of ... hopping back off-grid.]

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[Everybody else: ]
[The video opens to Starscream grinning in a dark, somewhat poorly lit place.]

Some of you might be wondering after my absence. [Of how long, he's uncomfortably unsure.] Well, rest assured, Haven, my time spent away has led to great accomplishments.

[The camera pans out as Starscream presents this with a grandiose gesture. Straightening, he thumbs a button on a device in his hand and the glowing lights instantly shut off. The camera pans back to Starscream, following him as he moves away. ]

While under the radar, I've been busy creating this. Allow me to present to you: ~a fully functional groundbridge~.
[Smugness levels are off the charts]

Yes, that's right, in this cave, using little more than a box of scraps, I've been able to engineer an incredibly sophisticated piece of machinery. Now, I might be a genius, but it was certainly no small feat given what I had to work with. And yet, here we are.

Should any of you want to use my bridge, know this: admissions is hardly free. But~ I'm sure with enough begging, we can work something out~~. I --

[Off screen there's a flash of light, and the very distinct sound of a groundbridge activating.]

I'll call you back.

Comments

deads just has a toy bio so it's totally up to you man

[dinnerdate]

I, uh... no one important.


You were here before?

Any headcanon you'd prefer re: Dead's interaction with Decepticon Command?

[my_own_trope]

Hmmm...
No. No, I think I recognise you from somewhere. Hard to forget such a garish paintjob.

So where might have I seen you, Decepticon? [He can see your badge.] No need to be shy.

What's your designation. [It isn't really doesn't sound like a question.]

I was, yes. Obviously. [And oh god, I don't know what's happening anymore, and I'm lost, and confused, and scared, and we won the war and Megatron loves me again, why am I stuck here, abloobloo] You're a newer one then?

nothing really, aside from he wouldn't have had too much of it, being part of a smaller team

[dinnerdate]

...


My paintjob isn't garish...

[Wing droop.]

I- well... Dead End.

I've been here almost eight months... And never heard anything about you...

Gotcha! 1/2

[my_own_trope]

My mistake. I'm sure the hideously clashing colours were completely intentional.

Dead End? How unfortunate. [Cackles] Here's hoping you don't live up to your namesake then!

[my_own_trope]

Wait. 8 months?

[His own wings droop, but for a completely different reason.]

What time stream are you from?

[dinnerdate]

It- they aren't... they don't clash...

[But he likes his colours.]

...

I don't know? I've been on a mission so I don't know what's been happening with Earth and everything...

[my_own_trope]

You misunderstand me. Is Lord Megatron your leader?

[dinnerdate]

...Yes.

He's only right because he's lucky

[my_own_trope]

[Starscream smiles and it's one of his that isn't particularly nice.]

Then you should know exactly who I am: Commander Starscream; Megatron's heir and second in command.

And that makes you one of mine.

pffft

[dinnerdate]

I know who you are.

[He did start this conversation with "Starscream" after all.]

And, uh... It makes me a mercenary hired by Lord Megatron.

[Not that he's arguing, but just. You know. Pointing out some facts.]

[my_own_trope]

[He meant it more along the lines of: You now know how ~important~ he is to you... since he's so grand and also your boss (etc etc).]

And in the absence of our illustrious leader, that means you work for me now.

So tell me; what was this mission of yours?

[dinnerdate]

[He's crying on the inside really.]

...

Delivering Dark Energon.

[my_own_trope]

Ugh. That stuff again? [Starscream rolls his eyes. As far as he knows, dark energon was virtually useless. Given that he missed most of that season. Seriously, Unicron, who? But wait!]

Are you in possession of any?!

[dinnerdate]

Not any pieces... no.

[In his system though...]

[my_own_trope]

[There's more than one joke here about jamming a little bit of Deads inside Starscream's system. But I'll refrain because I'm class like that.]

Well what good are you then?

Seriously, what are you good for?

[It's a tactically relevant question... But Pscream is also just a jackass]

[dinnerdate]

...

[Oh.]


Nothing?


Usually nothing...

[my_own_trope]

You mean to tell me that Megatron employed a useless pile of gears to oversee his dark energon?

[Hmph]

You really do live up to your name, don't you?

[dinnerdate]

Well, I... uh.


I was part of a team... The Stunticons.

[my_own_trope]

The Stunticons? Really? [He sounds only half interested]

Whatever happened to them, anyway?

[dinnerdate]

We decided to go our separate ways for a while.

[my_own_trope]

Whatever.

So tell me, how many men do I have here under my command? Any members of my illustrious armada?

[dinnerdate]

From our universe... there's only four of us. This place gets more Autobots, really.

[my_own_trope]

Names. I want names.

[dinnerdate]

Uhhh... Knock Out, Shockwave, Fracas, and myself.

[my_own_trope]

Yes, yes... [he's counting off on his fingers when he stops.]

Fracas? Who's that?