Stuck On You [Video]

[elegant_claws]

[The communicator is knocked online accidentally, as it often is, giving the screen a view of the underside of Starscream’s chin

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[tattooed_jet]

Pathetic, spindly impostor, stop manhandling me.

[Starscream--the sexy one--tugs at the stuck hands, but his own hand barbs get tangled.]

RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!

[elegant_claws]

Man-handling?! My intention was to rip you a new vent- not lock us together like cheap puzzle toys!

[And now they're even more stuck] ....You are not helping. [Glare]

[Starscream lifts one leg and shoves an intricate heel against the other's abdomen, using it as leverage to try and yank himself out.]

I can't believe I'm being subjected to... [grunt] ...such a ridiculous... [pull] overweight... [shove] space chicken!

[tattooed_jet]

Ah, so you are as incompetent as you are ugly!

[He jerks his hand until metal wrenches.]

Why would I ever help you?!

[Overweight...SPACE...CHICKEN? He will shove his free hand over your ugly face so that his royal and glorious optics no longer need to behold its repugnance.]

Cease molesting me this instant, you un-space-capable twig!

[elegant_claws]

[Starscream makes a garbled noise of surprise, his body wriggling to try and wrench his face out of the other Starscream's grasp. The leg that he was using to try and free himself now just kicks viciously at his assailant.]

Molestation is beneath one of my station! How dare you imply I would waste my time on a malformed reject such as yourself!

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[phobiaphob]

[Skywarp is just watching the show... though it's hard to tell if he's entertained or horrified. We'll say both.]

Video /threadjacks

[dontasktrix]

I don't think they know they're broadcasting.

[She's watching too, of course. How does one look away from a jet-fight and all those exposed parts...thrusters...wings...talons?]

Video /threadjacks

[phobiaphob]

I don't think they do either... because I think any Starscream would hate to be seen like that.

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[dontasktrix]

[She's sipping some flavored energon from the tea shop, as she watches.]

Do you think they are both Starscreams?

[Now, she has to record a copy of the video.]

[not_your_gun]

So...

[He purrs, finding this incredibly amusing.]

Which Starscream is which?

[tattooed_jet]

If you are looking for a servile coward, him.

[Oh look, twigscream, Starscream is trying to help you network. :3]

[not_your_gun]

Actually, I'm looking for the fastest, most capable, most intelligent jet.

[He peruses the wares.]

Which one of you is the most beautiful, do you think?

[elegant_claws]

Excuse me? [Starscream's wing span is all fanned out with chest-puffing indignation.]

Ignore this lying sack of circuits!

[He arches a long brow at the mech addressing them.]

You've got my attention. [Because he knows he most certainly is all of those things.]

Unless you're looking for a pleasure bot. [Starscream's tone is sour, because really, why else would you bring up beauty?]

Because if you are- then perhaps this imposter might come in handy. If you can find something to cover his revolting facial features.

[supreme_leader]

[More jets. Why does it have to be jets? Why can't it be someone capable and loyal for a change?]

Having problems?

[elegant_claws]

[Another insubordinate Decepticon soldier? This place really needed a leader to straighten up the pathetic mess the army was becoming around here.]

It is none of your concern! Return to your post!

[supreme_leader]

[OH NO YOU DIDN'T.]

What? [Megatron snarls, optics flashing and there's a jostling of the camera as he stands. His hand jabs towards the screen and Starscream gets a lovely view of the inside of his fusion cannon.] How dare you!

You cannot command me, fool! I am Meg- [oh how he despises this place.] I am leader of the Decepticons! I take orders from no one! Especially not you.

[elegant_claws]

[That cannon is awfully familiar. So familiar in fact, Starscream finds a shudder running up his back struts and his wings beginning to pin back.]

B-but-!

[How many Megatrons were there? Weren't they illegal? And why did they all look completely unlike his own? At this rate he'd have to start watching out for any mech with an arm cannon!]

M-my mistake. [He offers a nervous little bow] You look...ah... very different from what I'm used to.

[airspacecommand]

Now Skywarp is going to be completely confused.

/threadjack~

[savedubywarping]

Oh shut up. I ain't an idiot!

[He still neither likes, feels comfortable with nor exactly understands how this whole multiple varations are possible except on a purely theoretical/mathematical level, though, but if he's gotten used to his alternate, a few more Starscreams won't stall his processor.]

At least all of you look different, so it's not hard to tell you apart.

/threadjack~

[airspacecommand]

That's not what I meant.

...

Idiot.

/threadjack~

[savedubywarping]

... What. [Now you're just trying to both confuse him and piss him off, right, Starscream?]

What'd y'mean then?

... Slagger.