[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

[treacherous_widow]

Somehow, I doubt that belongs to you.

[my_own_trope]

Shows what you know then, doesn't it?

[treacherous_widow]

And it shows how little you know.

I just hope whoever owns that thing slags you for everyone to watch. I could use the entertainment.

[my_own_trope]

For your information, I've been in charge of the construction of multiple spacebrdiges.

Then you're just going to have to keep hoping, aren't you.

[treacherous_widow]

In charge of and physically building are too different things hooker boots.

[my_own_trope]

Hooks? [He gestures to his shapely body with one hand] Nothing about this design suggests hooks.

You need to get your eyes checked. Or better yet, gouged out.

[Video]

[treacherous_widow]

[It's about that point that she turns on her own video feed. If you want to see a good frame, take a look~.]

I think my optics are perfectly fine. Your frame is possibly more suggestive than mine.

[my_own_trope]

[Well hell-o, nurse.]
[Wait. dsfsdkfjhlsdkf. What exactly is she implying?! He's manly as HELL!]

...
Jealous?

[Stunning recovery.
...Or not...]

[treacherous_widow]

Hardly. I know how to use my frame to my advantage, I doubt you could do the same.

[Sorry Starscream, she know's manly and you're not it.]

[my_own_trope]

I'll have you know that this frame is exquisitely engineered for what it was meant to do, and until you outmatch me in the air... well, let's just say I don't envy that tacky yellow body of yours.

[treacherous_widow]

I don't need to out match you in the air. Any she-spider worth her web can catch any air headed fly-boy and make them squirm.

I bet that without your wings, you're just a sorry excuse for a bot.

[my_own_trope]

Spider?

Oh. You're one of those.

[treacherous_widow]

And what exactly do you mean by that.

[my_own_trope]

[He flips his hand so his fingers point downward and wiggles the digits. All things told, it's a remarkable impression of a spider. He must have practice.]

An insect.

[treacherous_widow]

Insects have six legs. I have eight you moron.

And what's wrong with being an arachnid? I happen to like the way I am.

[my_own_trope]

That's six more than any proper person would need.

And there's very little that's redeeming about Airachnid. One was more than enough, believe me. But - heh - she got what was coming to her.

[treacherous_widow]

So says the bot that looks like a cross between a shark and a bat.

Is that a threat fly-boy?

[my_own_trope]

[Those are both... animals... right?]

And what if it was~~?

[treacherous_widow]

[If you're going to conquer a planet, go read up on it's wild life sometime.]

Then I'll take great pleasure blowing your head off your shoulders.

...

[my_own_trope]

I wouldn't threaten the seeker that vanquished the Autobot Cliffjumper.

Re: ...

[treacherous_widow]

And that's supposed to mean what to me?

If we're getting into a gun measuring contest, then fine. I can match wits with Megatron and win. Killing a bot doesn't mean anything if you can't outsmart them first.