[Video] She DOESN'T want your Bad Romance...does she?
[The feed opens on Slipstream, waking from a door beside a Chromite massage parlor. Various denizens of the Zone 7 'hood are loitering about the darkened roadway: not quite the empties of lower levels, but predominantly mechanoid lifeforms in disrepair. It's like some non-gentrified area of pre-automaton Detroit, if you know it. As Slipstream turns to walk along the row of shops, with windows advertising pawn services and cheap brands of oil, a Lithonian is singing a blues number about the destruction of her planet.]
Not just the new circle of friends. [She's bitter.]
[It would seem the camera follows behind Slipstream; not the way things usually work. In fact the frame zooms closer to catch the particular sway of her walk. A mercury lamp flickers overhead. The singing of disadvantaged neighbors is drown out by the amazingly clear sound of her heels on the roadway: click-clang, click-clang. It's like a Foley artist created the sound.]
Ever since I got that replacement communicator! [The camera would seem to swing around to show her in profile.] And Starscream! Acts like he's CHANGED! Dirge doesn't make it seem so. Pointless BOMB schemes! Expects to be followed but treats his subordinates as expendable! Doesn't APPRECIATE anything but himself!
[As Slipstream turns away and enters a building, something like synthesized harpsichord music begins to play. The signage on the doors indicates it is a bath house.]
[The interior of a bath house - here for those whose tiny recharge cubes have no wash facilities. The harpsichord-like melody fades into electronic dance music. Slipstream starts singing!]
Oh, caught in a bad romance
Oh, caught in a bad romance
[The dance music picks up tempo. The scene changes to a dim room within the facility, containing a row of stasis pods. A light pans over, as Starscream clones - Dirge and Ramjet are there, plus ones of all different colors you may not have seen before - climb from the pods in slow, jagged movements. Together they sing:]
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
[Slipstream, still singing, stands center of the line of clones, who break into perfectly coordinated dance as strobes light their movements.]
I have your visage, I have your alt-mode
[Slipstream frames her face with her talons.]
I have your everything, as long as they don't
[Slipstream extends her talons to each side to gesture to Dirge and Ramjet.]
I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love
[Dirge looks like he wanted to say that line.]
I have your drama, the lilt of your voice
[Slipstream strikes a self-important pose.]
I have your shapely Seeker boot heels - so choice
[Slipstream bends to touch the tip of her thruster, then drags her talons up her leg. Beside her, Dirge steals the next line, causing Slipstream to sneer slightly, before taking the back-up vocal]
I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love
(Love, love, love, I want your love)
[The lights come up, revealing a nearly featureless room, as Ramjet and Dirge grasp Slipstream by her arms and drag her forward, toward a large tub. (Probably used for oil baths.) Slipstream struggles against them as she continues to sing.]
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, bad romance
[Dirge and Slipstream switch-off swinging lead, glaring at each other.]
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love, and all your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh, caught in a bad romance
Oh, caught in a bad romance
[The scene shifts again with an apparent jump cut as Slipstream stands in the room, surrounded by the other clones, who sing with her.]
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
[Slipstream's shoulder armor is pried away, bearing the joints of her protoform layer. She breaks away from the others and moves forward, dancing and singing.]
I have your shell type, I have your design
[Slipstream turns toward stage left and flexes her wings.]
I have your deco, 'cept your red's not so fine.
[Slipstream flicks her talons quickly over the violet armor over her hips.]
I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love [Dirge steals a line again.]
[Slipstream drops and crawls forward, as if pleading.]
I have your cockpit, my canopy's blue
[On her knees, Slipstream caresses her cockpit canopy with the talons of her right hand.
Have you on my radar now, baby, that's true
[Slipstream smirks and points outward.]
I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love
(Love, love, love, I want your love) [This time Dirge overwhelms the other background singers.]
[Slipstream is joined again by the other clones, who dance along with her as she sings.]
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
('Cause I'm your clone, baby)
I want it bad, bad romance
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love, and all your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh, caught in a bad romance
Oh, caught in a bad romance
[The scene shifts to some location with atmosphere, where Slipstream and the other clones are in alt-mode. Their voices can still be heard singing, as they perform an elaborate series of coordinated stunts.]
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
Climb, climb, higher, baby
Wag that aileron bitch, crazy
fly, fly, faster, baby
Lock that target bitch, crazy
Climb, climb, higher, baby
Wag that aileron bitch, crazy
fly, fly, faster, baby
Catch me if you can, baby
[The scene shifts again, to a bath house room, now containing a throne. Slipstream, viewed from behind, processes slowly toward the throne.]
I want your love, and I want your revenge
I want your love, I don't wanna be friends [Ramjet suddenly enters from the side, and takes lead vocals.]
J'ai ton amour et je veux ton revenge
J'ai ton amour, I don't wanna be friends
[The other clones enter quickly from the left and right and break again into coordinated dance moves. The view moves around to show Slipstream from the front, Slipstream looks at Ramjet as if to ask, "Friends? Really?". She and Ramjet then belt the words to the song, with the others singing back-up.]
No, I don't wanna be friends
(Oh, caught in a bad romance)
I don't wanna be friends
Want your bad romance
(Oh, caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love, and all your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Want your bad romance
(Oh, caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance
Want your bad romance
(Oh, caught in a bad romance)
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
[Slipstream takes a seat on the throne, as the dance beats fade and the harpsichord-like melody plays again.]
[Slipstream sits on a chair in the bath house, with her arms crossed and talons over her shoulders.]
I-I didn't mean it THAT way at ALL!
Not just the new circle of friends. [She's bitter.]
[It would seem the camera follows behind Slipstream; not the way things usually work. In fact the frame zooms closer to catch the particular sway of her walk. A mercury lamp flickers overhead. The singing of disadvantaged neighbors is drown out by the amazingly clear sound of her heels on the roadway: click-clang, click-clang. It's like a Foley artist created the sound.]
Ever since I got that replacement communicator! [The camera would seem to swing around to show her in profile.] And Starscream! Acts like he's CHANGED! Dirge doesn't make it seem so. Pointless BOMB schemes! Expects to be followed but treats his subordinates as expendable! Doesn't APPRECIATE anything but himself!
[As Slipstream turns away and enters a building, something like synthesized harpsichord music begins to play. The signage on the doors indicates it is a bath house.]
[The interior of a bath house - here for those whose tiny recharge cubes have no wash facilities. The harpsichord-like melody fades into electronic dance music. Slipstream starts singing!]
Oh, caught in a bad romance
Oh, caught in a bad romance
[The dance music picks up tempo. The scene changes to a dim room within the facility, containing a row of stasis pods. A light pans over, as Starscream clones - Dirge and Ramjet are there, plus ones of all different colors you may not have seen before - climb from the pods in slow, jagged movements. Together they sing:]
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
[Slipstream, still singing, stands center of the line of clones, who break into perfectly coordinated dance as strobes light their movements.]
I have your visage, I have your alt-mode
[Slipstream frames her face with her talons.]
I have your everything, as long as they don't
[Slipstream extends her talons to each side to gesture to Dirge and Ramjet.]
I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love
[Dirge looks like he wanted to say that line.]
I have your drama, the lilt of your voice
[Slipstream strikes a self-important pose.]
I have your shapely Seeker boot heels - so choice
[Slipstream bends to touch the tip of her thruster, then drags her talons up her leg. Beside her, Dirge steals the next line, causing Slipstream to sneer slightly, before taking the back-up vocal]
I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love
(Love, love, love, I want your love)
[The lights come up, revealing a nearly featureless room, as Ramjet and Dirge grasp Slipstream by her arms and drag her forward, toward a large tub. (Probably used for oil baths.) Slipstream struggles against them as she continues to sing.]
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, bad romance
[Dirge and Slipstream switch-off swinging lead, glaring at each other.]
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love, and all your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh, caught in a bad romance
Oh, caught in a bad romance
[The scene shifts again with an apparent jump cut as Slipstream stands in the room, surrounded by the other clones, who sing with her.]
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
[Slipstream's shoulder armor is pried away, bearing the joints of her protoform layer. She breaks away from the others and moves forward, dancing and singing.]
I have your shell type, I have your design
[Slipstream turns toward stage left and flexes her wings.]
I have your deco, 'cept your red's not so fine.
[Slipstream flicks her talons quickly over the violet armor over her hips.]
I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love [Dirge steals a line again.]
[Slipstream drops and crawls forward, as if pleading.]
I have your cockpit, my canopy's blue
[On her knees, Slipstream caresses her cockpit canopy with the talons of her right hand.
Have you on my radar now, baby, that's true
[Slipstream smirks and points outward.]
I want your love Love, love, love, I want your love
(Love, love, love, I want your love) [This time Dirge overwhelms the other background singers.]
[Slipstream is joined again by the other clones, who dance along with her as she sings.]
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
('Cause I'm your clone, baby)
I want it bad, bad romance
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love, and all your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh, caught in a bad romance
Oh, caught in a bad romance
[The scene shifts to some location with atmosphere, where Slipstream and the other clones are in alt-mode. Their voices can still be heard singing, as they perform an elaborate series of coordinated stunts.]
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
Climb, climb, higher, baby
Wag that aileron bitch, crazy
fly, fly, faster, baby
Lock that target bitch, crazy
Climb, climb, higher, baby
Wag that aileron bitch, crazy
fly, fly, faster, baby
Catch me if you can, baby
[The scene shifts again, to a bath house room, now containing a throne. Slipstream, viewed from behind, processes slowly toward the throne.]
I want your love, and I want your revenge
I want your love, I don't wanna be friends [Ramjet suddenly enters from the side, and takes lead vocals.]
J'ai ton amour et je veux ton revenge
J'ai ton amour, I don't wanna be friends
[The other clones enter quickly from the left and right and break again into coordinated dance moves. The view moves around to show Slipstream from the front, Slipstream looks at Ramjet as if to ask, "Friends? Really?". She and Ramjet then belt the words to the song, with the others singing back-up.]
No, I don't wanna be friends
(Oh, caught in a bad romance)
I don't wanna be friends
Want your bad romance
(Oh, caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love, and all your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Want your bad romance
(Oh, caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance
Want your bad romance
(Oh, caught in a bad romance)
Khi, koh, kah, koh, koh
Vrooma, vrooma, go
Pew-pew, pew-pew, oh
Want your bad romance
[Slipstream takes a seat on the throne, as the dance beats fade and the harpsichord-like melody plays again.]
[Slipstream sits on a chair in the bath house, with her arms crossed and talons over her shoulders.]
I-I didn't mean it THAT way at ALL!