Downtown AleppoWith the brief conflict behind them, Thundercracker remained vigilant, watching their surroundings through the Humvee’s windows as they drove past the people and buildings, but his thoughts were on a similar process as the slagmaker.
The city was rife with feelings of confusion and fear. He didn’t necessarily feel it himself, but the human’s body language gave it away. Had they been made of metallic alloy like his fellow Cybertronians, he thought they could be interchangeable.
We’re here to destabilize this, he thought, his questions regarding Megatron’s fitness returning without warning or buildup.
They’re on the verge of doing that to themselves. What could be gained from this endeavor?While he freely admitted that Megatron’s brilliance was on par with none, it was hard for him to imagine what the endgame was here. Shaking his head, he thought,
I’m just letting my sentimentality get the better of me. I’ve gotten too soft, too thoughtful over the vorns.But was that it? Truly the reason?
Or was it something more?
Without thinking about it, he opened a channel to his longest and best friend,
Skywarp. >>Look at them,
Warp. It’s like looking into our reflection.<<
It was beyond eerie how their evolutionary development seemed to mirror each other. Chuckling, he added, >>The poor fools probably don’t even know there are other lifeforms in the universe. There’d up for an interesting first contact.<<
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The Obliteration - BridgeSwindle shook his head at hearing Starscream’s screeching protests, whining, whatever category one wanted to put them in.
So much for disembarking with dignity. And I made a deal with that scraplet… The thought trailed off, but brought a smile to Swindle’s faceplate. He’d made deals with worse beings than Starscream, though, he had to admit, few made a similar impact as the Seeker.
Dealing with mechs like him were one of the reasons Swindle appreciated his fellow Combaticons, even if he’d never admit it to them, or himself, really. As unimaginative, inarticulate, and boring as they could be, they were the few mechs that tolerated and protected him, so Swindle had never seen a reason to well, swindle any of them.
Except for the occasional game of chance. But that was for fun. And energon rations or chips on occasion. Nothing of real value.
Still, considering he could’ve been molded into a Seeker and had Starscream as a commander…
Yeah, I’m pretty well off.Smiling, he took his seat at his station as stared at the main viewer for no reason than to figure out how to scratch his current itch. His dealings with Starscream had been the start of an infection, a rash, so to speak, and it had been spreading since. Worse still, he was contemplating including Starscream in his endeavor if needed.
Maybe whatever Shockwave is planning will straighten out my logic circuits. I don’t know if I can stomach working with Starscream again.He would’ve sighed, but after an existence of priding himself as being the best con artist in the universe, letting his real thoughts show just wasn’t going to happen.
That brought another thought to mind, and one Swindle wasn’t too pleased with.
“Hope we don’t sound like him when Shockwave does whatever he intends,” he said to no one in particular.
Ever the showman, he couldn’t use admit his fear as singular even in a brief moment of truth.