He Works Hard for the Money. So Hard for the Money.
WHO: Tyran Starscream, Megatron, Soundwave
WHAT: Highatron
WHERE: Zone 4, Driftlock's former base
WHEN: Shortly after the Pixel festival
WARNINGS/NOTES: This log is totally awesome, so read at your own risk. Uh, warning for drug use, I guess?
And so Starscream was barely able to finish conducting his interviews before Soundwave's interruption drags him back to their shiny new base. Shiny because of all the work he did tidying and cleaning. Especially after Megatron's party with Driftlock's corpse. Not that anyone noticed.
And apparently feeding Megatron wasn't enough. No, as a human he apparently needed around the clock attention and care. None of the other insects required such continuous nursing. But, as it was, he could only delay so long, and soon found himself back at their new headquarters. Without saying a word Starscream quickly looks for some housekeeping needing to be done, so as to have an excuse for avoiding Soundwave and Megatron further.
There isn't any, of course. He'd done it all earlier. How they'd not managed to make an infernal mess in his absence was beyond Starscream. With a cycle of his turbines, and forcing his wings to lift to their proudest position, Starscream marched around the base until he found the room their itty bitty Megatron was staying. Unsurprisingly, it was also the warmest.
"Do you require anything, Lord Megatron?" A short bow. "Perhaps another covering?"
WHAT: Highatron
WHERE: Zone 4, Driftlock's former base
WHEN: Shortly after the Pixel festival
WARNINGS/NOTES: This log is totally awesome, so read at your own risk. Uh, warning for drug use, I guess?
And so Starscream was barely able to finish conducting his interviews before Soundwave's interruption drags him back to their shiny new base. Shiny because of all the work he did tidying and cleaning. Especially after Megatron's party with Driftlock's corpse. Not that anyone noticed.
And apparently feeding Megatron wasn't enough. No, as a human he apparently needed around the clock attention and care. None of the other insects required such continuous nursing. But, as it was, he could only delay so long, and soon found himself back at their new headquarters. Without saying a word Starscream quickly looks for some housekeeping needing to be done, so as to have an excuse for avoiding Soundwave and Megatron further.
There isn't any, of course. He'd done it all earlier. How they'd not managed to make an infernal mess in his absence was beyond Starscream. With a cycle of his turbines, and forcing his wings to lift to their proudest position, Starscream marched around the base until he found the room their itty bitty Megatron was staying. Unsurprisingly, it was also the warmest.
"Do you require anything, Lord Megatron?" A short bow. "Perhaps another covering?"