After his slight outburst demanding some answers Hindsight watched as Flamewar
, the femme who carried him into the med bay, make her way to the slab he was on. He scooted back slightly.
"That would be because the Fallen has issued us a challenge. He destroyed our engines and gave us coordinates to a Terran locale,"
He waited a moment, trying to process that bit of information. The Fallen, yeah right. Hindsight smirked slightly but it quickly vanished when he realized her explanation was given in a serious tone…must be true.
Fallen." Hindsight mumbled as his hand settled on his forehead. “I’ve got such a cranial ache and this isn’t making any better."
The ‘Con rubbed his head gently before he looked back up at Flamewar. His optics followed her own as she glanced back at Shockwave who was now out of his CR chamber.
Hindsight refocused returned to the femme when he felt her hand claps his shoulder. It was a surprise but not unwelcome.
His eyes moved from her hand, up her chestplates and settled on her now soft features. Much more welcome than her flat stare. Hindsight relaxed into her touch. He could get to like this.
"Not to worry," Flamewar said reassuringly, "We shall not fall prey to this Fallen prime."
With an enthralled expression etched on his visage Hindsight nodded in understanding. “Yeah. He won’t know what hit him," he said unconsciously.
She slid her actuator down Hindsight's arm, keeping her optics locking onto Hindsight's. "Now, then," she added with a smile, "Can I get your name and function?"
Okay, that was it.
His optics quickly zeroed in on her hand before returning to Flamewar’s face. Wait, didn’t she ask him something? Name? His name? Or did he want him to say hers? Gladly.
“Uhhh…name. Yeah, name. My name’s Hindsight," he said flashing a goofy smile. “I’m…ah, I work in surveillance. Mostly video, but I can do communications as well." His smile slowly melted as he cocked his head slightly to the side. “Why do you want to know my function anyway?"Corridors
Although he turned his back on the notorious Phase Sixer Starscream had little to fear. He already knew what the S.T.A.G. would attempt and he was ready for it. So when he felt the towering mech grab him by his shoulders Starscream did not resist.
Not even when he was forcefully spun around to face Sixshot did the Seeker Commander reveal any surprise.
With his feet now lifted high off the ground, and his person being handled at the collar plating Starscream simply smirked. And when the angered mech placed his weapon’s barrel beneath his chin Starsceam’s smirk grew ever wider.
“Let’s first make one thing perfectly clear my delusional seeker. I had but one master and that was Lord Megatron! You are NOT him! You will NEVER be him!"
Starscream chuckled. “You are right in that respect my dear Sixshot. You HAD
one master and I am NOT Megatron…I am Starscream! I AM
what Megatron never could be!"
"I am NOT your servant, Starscream! Not now, not ever and you’ll do well to remember that!"
The Seeker Commander lifted his hand and pointed at the Phase Sixer. “At that you are wrong, Sixshot
. You are my servent. And you WILL do as I say."
“So, tell me, Starscream, why should I not blow your cranium off right now for wasting my time and energon? While I do appreciate the info on Megatron, I do NOT appreciate being summoned thousands of light years by a cowardly thug like yourself, who actually thought you could boss me around! You have, um, about five astroseconds to give me a really good answer or you’ll, well, you know, cease to function....forever!"
For a moment Starscream considered what Sixshot had finally said. Now was as good as any to play his hand.
“I actually have a very good answer for you." Another sly smirk worked onto his face plate as he looked deep into Sixshot’s blood red optics and spoke, “Reset: Pi-Orion-Actual-Orbit. Enable."
((OOC: I'll add something for Orbitoclast soon-ish))