[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Fallen Stars [Closed]
Feb 17, 2023 18:27:50 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on Feb 17, 2023 18:27:50 GMT -5
Episode 3.5 | Week 1 | Day 4
Very Early Morning
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“There will be no room for uncertainty when we strike and dire consequences await those who would threaten our unity. Be they Autobot, human—or Decepticon."
It’d been but four days since Megatron had returned, and two since Starscream last had words with the Warlord directly. While the majority of their Leader’s drivel from that meeting had been forgotten, it’d been the last sentence that the silver Seeker found himself unfortunately dwelling upon, and the orders given to him just days prior.
Tasked with searching for their missing CMO, he’d utilized that excuse - or would, should he have been seen and asked - for leaving Blackridge Hold this day. The sun had yet to rise over the Steens Mountains, though the telltale song of morning birds meant it was not far away. He’d left the base on foot as to keep his absence mostly off record, and had been quick to shift into his altmode and effortlessly spiral up into the Stratosphere unseen.
From there, he had flown. Mostly to stretch his wings and clear his processor for the hours ahead, though partly to dwell on the previous few days and all that’d come with them. The sheer terror he’d felt at the Warlord returning only to corner him directly in an abandoned mine, to the words at the meeting that… while had not been aimed specifically at him, had certainly been intended for him to note.
Then, his thoughts had drifted to the day prior - and the sorry state of their remaining Medic. A cruel test of worth, one that Flatline had fortunately passed, though seemingly at the cost of more than they realized.
Megatron had truly lost his way.
Now more than ever, Starscream needed those on his side whom he could rely on. Though with the Warlord having a near-constant presence at Blackridge Hold, opportunities to reach out to those of interest were few and far between.
So he would make his own.
Slowing his throttle some, a quiet ping was sent to someone in particular - with an order to meet at his current coordinates, or as close to them as possible - and, importantly, to do so undetected. How sad it was indeed that it was neither of his Trinemates that he thought to reach out to first, he realized - though even though he had the best interests at heart with what he had planned, he doubted neither Skywarp nor Thundercracker would listen to him.
And so, he would wait for the one who would.
Very Early Morning
-
“There will be no room for uncertainty when we strike and dire consequences await those who would threaten our unity. Be they Autobot, human—or Decepticon."
It’d been but four days since Megatron had returned, and two since Starscream last had words with the Warlord directly. While the majority of their Leader’s drivel from that meeting had been forgotten, it’d been the last sentence that the silver Seeker found himself unfortunately dwelling upon, and the orders given to him just days prior.
Tasked with searching for their missing CMO, he’d utilized that excuse - or would, should he have been seen and asked - for leaving Blackridge Hold this day. The sun had yet to rise over the Steens Mountains, though the telltale song of morning birds meant it was not far away. He’d left the base on foot as to keep his absence mostly off record, and had been quick to shift into his altmode and effortlessly spiral up into the Stratosphere unseen.
From there, he had flown. Mostly to stretch his wings and clear his processor for the hours ahead, though partly to dwell on the previous few days and all that’d come with them. The sheer terror he’d felt at the Warlord returning only to corner him directly in an abandoned mine, to the words at the meeting that… while had not been aimed specifically at him, had certainly been intended for him to note.
Then, his thoughts had drifted to the day prior - and the sorry state of their remaining Medic. A cruel test of worth, one that Flatline had fortunately passed, though seemingly at the cost of more than they realized.
Megatron had truly lost his way.
Now more than ever, Starscream needed those on his side whom he could rely on. Though with the Warlord having a near-constant presence at Blackridge Hold, opportunities to reach out to those of interest were few and far between.
So he would make his own.
Slowing his throttle some, a quiet ping was sent to someone in particular - with an order to meet at his current coordinates, or as close to them as possible - and, importantly, to do so undetected. How sad it was indeed that it was neither of his Trinemates that he thought to reach out to first, he realized - though even though he had the best interests at heart with what he had planned, he doubted neither Skywarp nor Thundercracker would listen to him.
And so, he would wait for the one who would.