re_alignment | [Video] Possible Responses from both TFP Shockwave and Starscream

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

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A good question. Why bother? I'm sure you're completely incapable of anything marginally impressive.

[Kevin's expression twists at the challenge and he grabs the nearest piece of scrap he can find. The chrome of the metal sweeps up his arm and across his body until he's coated in it -- then, to top it off, with a shing his right arm extends into a blade. He scowls defiantly into the camera.]

I can do all kinds of neat stuff!

....

WHAT WAS THAT?!

[With another shing, the blade shrinks back and his hand reforms. Kevin shrugs it off, still covered in a metal skin, smirking.]

Nothing marginally impressive, right?

Humans shouldn't be able to do that! What's your secret? Some Cybertronian artifact?

Do what? After all, I'm just small, fragile, and insignificant, right?

Don't play stupid with me. The metal... thing you did.

Oh, yeah, that. It's just a thing that I do. Why? Not impressed, are you?

Hmph. Of course not.

...

But seriously, how did you do that?

Who knows? For all you know, I was just born this way. One of those mysteries of the universe!

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I know humans, and that is abnormal. You weren't born like that... but perhaps a nasty accident in some lab somewhere...?

That's a good guess. Not the right one, but pretty good.

Was it something worse~?

Heh. Guess I could tell you, but where's the fun in that?

Fine. Keep your little secret. Not that it matters. You're nothing compared to a proper Cybertronian.

Proper or not, least I'm not a jet.

[He's not even sure where the thought comes from even after he's said it. There's something... distant and familiar attached to the sentiment, but he doesn't dwell on it, just keeps up his cocky smirk and rolls with it.]

What's wrong with being a jet?

Oh, I see how it is. You're jealous of my aerial superiority~.

Jealous of being the yes-man to the guys with actual firepower?

[His eyes slowly narrow]

What do you remember about me, Kevin?

Nothing much. Just a feeling that I've met you somewhere before. Why don't you jog my memory?

I'll have you know that I'm Lord Megatron's prized second in command. That places me as the most important Decepticon second only to one.

In his stead, I lead the entirety of our considerable military force~.

[He's preening SO hard.]

[It's impressive, not that Kevin's gonna admit to it.]

So?

So? What do you MEAN: "so?"

Our lowliest ranking drone could crush you with one hand. Imagine what an entire warship filled with elite soldiers could do!

You seriously need to call in a drone to crush one fleshy? Am I supposed to be impressed?

Of course not. You're missing the point! You're supposed to be impressed by the might of the entire Decepticon fleet, a single soldier of which possesses enough firepower to toast you to a crisp with one blast of their guns.

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