re_alignment | 001

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[You know how usually someone wakes at the altar of the temple they’re at, confused about their location? Not this one. Yeah, apparently he’s one of the few who actually listen to the acolytes. There's no sense in repeating what seemed to be a firm answer, so he'll just roll with the punches. There's a click of the video feed as it shows Metalhawk's face, a bit intrigued by the new addition of the Link.

With the glisten of Prima's temple in the background.]

I’m alive.

[He honestly couldn’t believe it. He felt the gun hit his body, the energy hitting his spark and causing immeasurable pain. By all accounts, he should be more than dead right now. He won’t even remark on his missing arm. It doesn’t matter right now.]

So this is not some form of the afterlife, but rather an alternate version of Cybertron. And from the looks of it, rather primitive.

Bumblebee, are you there? Any of the Unaligned?

[And then, his voice lowers, almost dangerously.]

And Starscream. If you’re there, I seek council with you as well.

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[Metalhawk's immediate reaction is to fight. Unfortunately, like a pinned bird, he can't--he's stuck like this with Starscream as the victor.

Again.

There's desperate struggles, until he's 'breathless', over his freedom. But when he's too tired to fight, his fists clench, accepting his defeat.]

You did so already before. What's keeping you? It's not an opportune moment?

Well, there is one little problem ...

[He trails off and shifts his position, leaning down a bit towards Metalhawk's head.]

I have no idea who you are and why you think I'd gain something from your death. Unless destroying you will give me rulership of the universe or something.

[And to that, he tries to lash at him, despite not being able to move anywhere. Looks like this bird still has some bite to it.]

No, you wanted Cybertron, so you killed me.

[Man, when people want to kill him, they really want to kill him. Starscream just pushes Metalhawk's head to the ground with his hand. Just to be annoying.]

I actually don't want Cybertron. Well, maybe this Cybertron. But back home? Not after ol' Shocky tried to claim it. Besides, Earth is a much more valuable target.

However. I did not kill you. Unless you were random collateral damage, but by the sounds of it -- you certainly don't think so.

So lets repeat after me: This Starscream who I am currently trying to murder, did not kill me.

There. Easy?

[It might have something to do with the whole fact that you shot him. Not that YOU did, but that's what he's thinking right now. There's a snarl (can birds snarl?) as that hand presses down on his helm, gritting his teeth in pure rage.]

I refuse to repeat that. Not like this, as dirt under your foot!

[This doesn't sound very equality, Starscream.]

It could have only been you!

[You look like him, after all!]

You're just a difficult one aren't you?

[He does let up on metalhawk's head though.]

No, it wasn't me, but if you're like this all the time I can almost see why someone would do it.

But - I don't even know who you are.

...

[That gets his attention, at least.]

You...don't even know me?!

[His whole stance changes, looking around feverishly. Was he just imagining this?

Okay...okay, Metalhawk, take a deep 'breath'.]

Who are you.

I am Starscream. But apparently not the one you have a grudge with. Now if I let you up will you go all psychotic on me again? I'd hate to have to keep using the null ray.

[Actually he enjoyed using it, but alas these things usually made people angry.]

....

[There's a long, pained silence. Either way, he had to stop--if he was going to get off the ground.]

I won't attack you.

Oh good, then we won't have to get into the side-effects of repeated null ray blast exposure.

[He's stands up now, but totally keeps his sights on Metalhawk just in case he tries to lunge again.]

[And Metalhawk soon sits up, gripping his head with his one good hand.]

So you are a different Starscream.

An obviously superior different Starscream.

[Because he's better than all the others. ALL OF THEM.]

[His voice lowers, almost to a soft grumble.]

I see the narcissism is still there.

[Sorry, he's still a little bitter over Starscreams in general.]

What can I say? Somethings never change?

So. Down to business. Who are you?

[Because that's the important thing here.]

I am Metalhawk. Unaligned Cybertronian.

[He'll keep things short and sweet for now. No telling what trouble THIS Starscream could get him into.]

Well Unaligned Cybertronian Metalhawk, I'd give you my introduction but you apparently already know me. ... A 'me' anyway. One of the mes? Whatever.

[And he just steps right on up to get inside Metalhawk's personal space and looks at the missing arm.]

You might want to get that looked at.

[All too well, Starscream, as you've obviously found out. He's in the middle of dusting off his metal plating when the seeker gets all up in his face, causing him to lurch backward.

Instinctively.]

I'm well aware of my injuries.

I would hope so. If I suddenly lost an arm, I think I'd want to know.

[Yeah, he's still standing in Metalhawk's personal space -- especially since he doesn't seem to quite enjoy that.]

[Well, you'd better stop that, sir. As if to demonstrate what is 'his' territory, he straightens up, lifting his chin slightly.]

Would you kindly direct me to the medical bay?

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I could, but can you even make it there like that?

[Starscream eyes Metalhawk some more. It's not that he's having any concern or anything. He has to make sure there are no witnesses before he completely ditches the cripple in the middle of the street.]

Are you offering an escort? Because I'm sure I can make it on my own without the help of an opportunist.

[The wing blade on his arm seems to twitch, as if a slight ruffling of feathers.]

[Starscream pretty much makes a "pff" sound in response.]

No. If you aren't planning on dropping dead any time soon, I'm going to take the opportunity and leave you here.

Do try not to die though, I'd hate to have to deal with lectures about how I left a poor helpless crippled bot to their death.

Well, I've already accomplished the 'dropping dead' and I seem to have recovered quite substantially.

[Metalhawk you little bitch. He'll be better once he has an arm again, promise.]

...

Would you? I don't think it would be out of the ordinary.

What? Leaving you to die or the lectures? Because unfortunately only one of those happens as often as I would like.

[Unless he wants to get kicked out of Jetfire's room again. Though, if there are no witnesses ... or proof ...

He ignites his heel-thrusters and hovers a few feet off the ground.]

So, anything else you want to accuse me of before I'm off?

[He doesn't flinch as Starscream hovers in front of him, only adjusting himself more.

To that rigid, elegant stance he so often portrayed.]

Don't worry, your reputation won't be soiled by my presence.

I assure you.

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