[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Opportunities as they come [ Closed | Starscream ]
Apr 12, 2024 21:53:01 GMT -5
Post by Starscream on Apr 12, 2024 21:53:01 GMT -5
Starscream had lost count of how many Cybertronians he'd seen die. That was the trouble with war and all that came with it, in that, there was more than enough death to go around. Plenty of those who'd succumbed had been at his own hand, either directly or not. He was no stranger to it, to the point it truly no longer phased him.
But having someone die right in front of him on the other side of a desk - and through attrition, no less? It was certainly a first. Oh, he'd entered a room with others before now, being the only one to leave alive - but with Breakdown, it would not be his doing.
Yet he couldn't help but watch. The other mech had run out of time. That optic that'd stared directly at him only moments earlier seemed to now instead peer right through him. Systems slowed, to the point the silver Seeker knew without a doubt that should a decision not be made in the next second or two, Breakdown would lose to a rather cruel and twisted punishment.
It seemed sitting down, stopping moving - had finally given his frame the permission it so desperately craved to simply cease.
Breakdown had failed. Knock Out was gone, and now had been missing for well over a week. At this point there was no sign nor sound of him – and all they could do was wonder, and bet on which outcome would be worse. MECH taking him apart piece by piece, learning more of their anatomy and how they functioned, or the Autobots - picking at him for crucial intelligence. Information such as what'd happened to the Nemesis, or the location of Blackridge Hold and their numbers.
Both were equally dangerous.
His optics narrowed some, keeping his attention on the other mech in this momentary lull. A decision should've been made by now, though he wondered – if only for a moment – if Breakdown even had the energy to speak.
Ah, but then a word. A confirmation, an agreement to the terms.
Starscream's lip twitched, though it wasn't quite a smile.
Perhaps it was unfair, knowing the other mech simply had no choice in the matter – after all, it was this or death. But pride was a stubborn thing, and he was sure that deep down, Breakdown knew he was making the right decision.
"Good."
A single word of his own was spoken as he leaned forward to push the cube of Energon closer to the other mech with his index digit.
"Now take that before you no longer have the energy to do so and die anyway."
But having someone die right in front of him on the other side of a desk - and through attrition, no less? It was certainly a first. Oh, he'd entered a room with others before now, being the only one to leave alive - but with Breakdown, it would not be his doing.
Yet he couldn't help but watch. The other mech had run out of time. That optic that'd stared directly at him only moments earlier seemed to now instead peer right through him. Systems slowed, to the point the silver Seeker knew without a doubt that should a decision not be made in the next second or two, Breakdown would lose to a rather cruel and twisted punishment.
It seemed sitting down, stopping moving - had finally given his frame the permission it so desperately craved to simply cease.
Breakdown had failed. Knock Out was gone, and now had been missing for well over a week. At this point there was no sign nor sound of him – and all they could do was wonder, and bet on which outcome would be worse. MECH taking him apart piece by piece, learning more of their anatomy and how they functioned, or the Autobots - picking at him for crucial intelligence. Information such as what'd happened to the Nemesis, or the location of Blackridge Hold and their numbers.
Both were equally dangerous.
His optics narrowed some, keeping his attention on the other mech in this momentary lull. A decision should've been made by now, though he wondered – if only for a moment – if Breakdown even had the energy to speak.
Ah, but then a word. A confirmation, an agreement to the terms.
Starscream's lip twitched, though it wasn't quite a smile.
Perhaps it was unfair, knowing the other mech simply had no choice in the matter – after all, it was this or death. But pride was a stubborn thing, and he was sure that deep down, Breakdown knew he was making the right decision.
"Good."
A single word of his own was spoken as he leaned forward to push the cube of Energon closer to the other mech with his index digit.
"Now take that before you no longer have the energy to do so and die anyway."