by Insidious » Fri Aug 29, 2014 2:03 am
- Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
- Weapon: Oxidating Laser
((OOC-With Em's kind permission, I will be assuming the reins of Screamer.))
Armory
Having allowed Sixshot to depart and do what he did best, Starscream was now doing much the same. There was suddenly a rich supply of refined Ore-13 on board this ship, or ultra energon as it was quickly becoming known, and the Air Commander would be slagged if that resource was not going to be exploited to its utmost potential, particularly after all the effort he had expended in stripping this planet of as much as he could find in the first place. Going to the laboratory itself, however, would be inadvisable right now, especially with Shockwave still on board. He could completely justify accessing more of the stuff, given his position, but he didn't want to make any overt moves right now--particularly when the question of their survival was still a pressing one.
"I see you, you cycloptic bore," Starscream said quietly, as the glow of the screen in front of him illuminated his otherwise dark metal face. On the screen Shockwave had exited the storage bays and was now heading in a direction that would seemingly take him to the bounce chamber. Was he actually intending to go to ground? That would be interesting.
Another flurry of activity caught the Seeker's attention, this time from the hangar bay. Release codes were being engaged. Who else was still here? Starscream attempted to bring up the observational technology that would allow him to answer that question, but nothing came up. The answer of course was obvious--the hangar was mostly still a wreck after the battle for command. Starscream swore and stepped away from the wall terminal and quickly exited the armory.
With every step his pace quickened until he had hit a steady jog, rounding one hallway corner and then another until the last time when he almost ran right into the bulky purple mech that he had been watching only moments before as he started to turn the corner of an adjoining hallway. Shockwave's singular gaze looked up from the floor of the ship and evaluated his latest encounter silently.
"Heading down to the surface to throw your own wealth of expertise into defeating the Fallen, hm?" Starscream asked, his optics narrowing slightly. The question would tell him more of what Shockwave intended to do, regardless of what his answer was.
"Declarative: That is a logical conclusion."
Starscream's optics narrowed slightly more, flickering dangerously, but this time a small grin accompanied the shift in expression.
"It is indeed. Very logical. And I suspect you'll be turning your attention to other matters now that your attempts to sacrifice me to Megatron's little band of sadists didn't bear your intended fruit?"
Now it was Shockwave's optic that flickered.
"Imperative: make no mistake, Starscream, I find your treachery to be demonstrable and worthy of any punishment you might receive. You are, however, a secondary concern at best now."
"Well, we'll just have to see to it that I remain that way, won't we?" Starscream said, as he started to walk past the other Decepticon but paused after his second step, turning back halfway. "You wouldn't, per chance, happen to know who's utilizing the hangar at the moment, would you?"
"Declarative: There is a 99.0000392% probability that it is the Constructicon unit responding to Razorclaw's earlier orders."
"Ahhhhh....of course. So....they've got the engine room functional again?"
"Correct."
Starscream nodded absently, taking that information in, before resettling his gaze on Shockwave.
"Strange that you didn't feel the need to proceed down and engage the Fallen along with the others."
"Declarative: I find the situation equally strange regarding you," Shockwave said in that boring, emotionless tone of his. Starscream's jaw joints tightened a little bit more.
"This new Megatron-less reality we find ourselves in is just full of strange occurrences, isn't it?" Starscream said, not intending to reveal anything more to the strategist than need be. Hopefully he would be satisfied with some degree of vaguery. He turned to leave the cyclops to his wandering.
"Imperative: stop," came the voice from behind him. Starscream looked over his shoulder to find that Shockwave's arm cannon was now pointed directly at him. "You will follow our new Supreme Commander's orders." Starscream released a small hiss of frustration, thinking about his options and then choosing his next words carefully. Now was no time to engage the walking calculator in battle.
"Well, perhaps we should go together then? Maybe we'll be what turns the tide of this battle against this existential threat."
"There exists that possibility. Go."
And so Starscream went--his new destination? The bounce chamber. And with every step he took, he considered every option he had available to him.