Space-Coyote Ugly [OPEN]
WHO: Starscream and [OPEN]
WHAT: Starscream does his less than flattering job. It's Starscream's shift and patrons are allowed to come in and request a dance for a small fee. Make sure you have plenty of credits, though, he'll want good tips!
WHERE: The Mile High Club.
WHEN: TONIGHT BROTHA.
WARNINGS/NOTES: This is one of those FUN threads where ( Read more... )
WHAT: Starscream does his less than flattering job. It's Starscream's shift and patrons are allowed to come in and request a dance for a small fee. Make sure you have plenty of credits, though, he'll want good tips!
WHERE: The Mile High Club.
WHEN: TONIGHT BROTHA.
WARNINGS/NOTES: This is one of those FUN threads where ( Read more... )
Although, getting the data he wanted was not going to be so simple. Hacking directly was out of the question. He'd seen what had happened to those who'd laid hands on the jet. Which meant his preferred method of getting information was out of the question. And left him one potential option... The Transtech upgrade.All he had to do was contact the alternate Starscream physically. Then he could sift through his mind all he pleased ( ... )
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But at least it wasn't someone he counted as an outright enemy.
Just a mouth-venting pervert.
Which was the general demographic of this club anyway. He sauntered over to the table and leaned forward on it.
"Well hello again." Well, he was good at this at least. Every movement was a twist or flick of his hips or wings. His Malgian body worked well for his job.
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"ACKNOWLEDGED," he said, sitting just as stiffly in his chair as before. Although, he did push away from the table, slightly. According to his data, that should be an invitation...
... then again, Soundwave was never really terribly good with data of this nature.
"PREPARED TO: BEGIN."
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"You're a creep, you know that?" Regardless he ran one of his usual protocols that helped him match his movements to the music.
The problem with this Soundwave was that... well. He didn't really know where to touch him. He could roughly tell where his head and legs were. Arms... but everything else was sort of a big cluster of questionable components.
Right just... improvise. He sidled around behind Soundwave, attempting to drape himself over the other mech to the best of his ability but the large satellite-like components really got in the way.
Okay so try the front. He sort of had a lap... uh.
Starscream seated himself sideways, kicking his thrusters up and crossing his legs while he balanced himself holding onto one of the other Decepticon's arms.
This was like some kind of fragged up puzzle.
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If nothing else, this was certainly an interesting experience. Never once did he take his optics off Starscream, although he did tilt his head curiously when the jet moved around behind him and his sensory fins flicked automatically in response. What was the purpose of that? Wasn't he supposed to be providing visual stimulation? How did that work if the object performing that function was behind the viewer?
Soundwave paused that train of thought, however, when he was promptly sat on. It was, perhaps, a mark of Starscream's ability, that the action managed to get a blink of surprise out of the otherwise blank face. He stared, partly curious as to where this would go next, while the other portions of his processor demanded he begin digging for information.
He sided with the former, watching, and waiting.
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The rest remained a lot of awkward shifting and some attempts to dance but the fact that Soundwave had such a foreign format made it really difficult to figure out what he should be paying attention to. Another shift and everything came to a screeching halt.
He was.
Caught.
Particularly a piece of his leg-joint was caught up on some unidentifiable piece of Soundwave's side.
"Oh- uh..." When he tried to pull away it tipped them off balance.
"SLA-" and they went over.
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There were many things other mechs were capable of feeling that Soundwave did not. Affection, sympathy, regret... None of these things were vital parts of his function, and so he simply refused to experience them. Surprise was, for the most part, another one of the many emotions the satellite refused to allow himself.
But when he was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor with the target, Soundwave came perilously close to being completely shocked.
So much so, that he simply lay there for a moment, staring up at Starscream, while his optical arrays attempted to focus, and diagnostics confirmed the jet was caught on a particularly sensitive bit of side paneling.
"CEASE STRUGGLING," he ordered, lifting a claw to try and wrench the leg off the panel.
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"It's fine just- just got caught in- forget it just go!" The burly mech shrugged and meandered away.
"Ow- OW. Jeez- hold on that hurts! Owch!" He couldn't help but try to squirm and twist away. It was caught in one of his armor seams and pulling up that particular plating- painfully prying it away from wiring and other components.
"Hold on- don't touch it just- ow Primus!"
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Which was about as much advice as Soundwave was willing to give. The more Starscream twisted, the more his paneling was being wrenched open. And the more exposed his cabling would become. Like it or not, it was a sensitive location.
"INCORRECT COURSE OF ACTION."
He grabbed for the locked panels again, to try and separate them. This was not how he had thought this meeting would work out.
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It would unfortunately be up to the communications officer to detach them. Starscream simply couldn't reach from his position.
"Nnngghhh hurry up this is really uncomfortable!" He squalled, shuttering his optics and trying to keep himself from pulling again. If he yanked away again it might just rip the paneling away completely.
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Picking them apart was inadvisable. His cooling fans hummed, and, from his other side, he released his cabling. It snaked between them, emptying smaller, pale filaments at the site of the interlocked panels.
"REMAIN: STILL."
With the small cables at work, it shouldn't have been long before they were freed... provided Starscream listened to the command.
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"WHAT. WHAT- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS?! OH PRIMUS AHH- WAIT! HEY! WHAT IS THAT?!" Naturally he was fairly alarmed, but he still stayed still for the most part.
He was quickly working himself into a nice panic.
"HEY! STOP! THAT'S WEIRD- WHAT KIND OF CREEP ARE YOU?! NO- WAIT- THAT TI- ST-" So he was freaking out over a bit of repair, and soon he was freed of the other mech, scrambling away quickly as he could.
"What the actual frag?!"
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If there was a strain in his voice, it was purely due to Starscream stretching his concentration. Nothing else. He was not annoyed. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
Soundwave didn't try to stop the target from fleeing. He simply pushed himself back upright, retracting his cables.
"ALTERNATE STARSCREAM: WOULD HAVE PREFERRED TO REMAIN STUCK?"
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"I'll bring you a free container of high-grade but so help me you are not getting another dance, good sir." He snorted, shuddering again.
"What's with bots from your universe anyway? You've got far too many delicate components! I can hardly tell where you begin and where you end! If it weren't for your optics I'd be completely lost!"
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Soundwave tilted his head, regarding the other Decepticon silently. "TYRAN CONFIGURATION MORE LOGICAL THAN OTHER UNIVERSES. TRANSFORMATION COMPONENTS: STILL VISIBLE. ALL PARTS: ACCOUNTED FOR." Which made perfect sense to him. The others' transformations just seemed... too simplistic.
"ALL DELICATE COMPONENTS: STORED. ACCESS IS DENIED UNLESS DESIGNATION IS: LORD MEGATRON," he continued. As far as Soundwave went, it was a reassurance.
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"Okay that is ten kinds of creepy that I don't even want to touch, thanks." Gathering himself up with what was left of his dignity he frowned and turned to leave.
"If you'll excuse me, unless there us anything else I can do for you I have more business to attend to."
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