This is my own life keepin' me down [Semi-open]
WHO: Starscream loltraitorlol, Jamiebeetle owwmyspine, possibly others?
WHERE: DOWNTOWN?
WHEN: Wednsday
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE
SUMMARY: Starscream's desire is to be taken seriously as a Decepticon commander. A REAL Decepticon Commander CONQUERS PEOPLE. AND TERRORIZES THEM. CONQUERING AND TERRORIZING ARE GO. But Jamie has something to say about these shenanigans.
FORMAT: WHATEVER PEOPLE WANT. Just because Teal is TL;DR doesn't mean you have to be ssrly guys.
Notes: If you want to encounter Starscream during his little bitchfit, please IM me! I thiiink Waspinator and possibly Knives and Lust were interested...? I just don't want this to be too much of a clusterfuck. If you're in, tag in separate threads plz!
It was like there was something in his head, something pushing him. It had become urgent, suddenly. Get out of this skin. Make people respect him. A very tiny voice in the back of his head - the one that sounded a bit like Waspinator - was telling him that this was a terrible plan, but he ignored it. He would have recognition. He would have respect. And they would bow to him.
He pulled out the red-and-silver steel rectangle. It was about the size of a very, very old-model laptop, and weighed considerably more than its size suggested. Slinging it onto his back, he adjusted the straps on the front across his chest, making sure it was snug.
Then he spoke, in clear Cybertronian, "Code Primax 984.17 Alpha. Authorization: Commander Starscream. Transform and Rise Up!"
With a familiar sound, the rectangle unfolded around him, pieces locking into place as electronics were pulled out of subspace. Within a few seconds, he was completely suited up. The new subroutines he'd added just the night before (he hadn't slept in two days) plugged wires into the slots he'd implanted into his arms, his legs, his spine. No direct neural interface yet, certainly not. That would take more time than he had. But soon. For now, the implants would simply measure his muscle motions and let the suit react faster. Better. Like his own body. As it should be.
Of course, the implants hadn't completely healed yet, and already he was bleeding a little again. It all hurt and he didn't care. It was just human flesh. Something he'd soon be rid of.
He took off from his balcony with a roar, shooting into the sky, looking for somewhere to terrorize. Somewhere that he'd make an impression.
Well, Union Square was a good start, wasn't it?
Flying low, he descended right near the statue of George Washington, before cackling through the speakers in his suit:
"Citizens of the City! The Decepticon Army claims this planet as their own!"
The little rational voice was asking if he had some sort of plan other than blowing things up, but honestly, he didn't care. He needed to show them. Now.
And so he started firing into the crowd...
WHERE: DOWNTOWN?
WHEN: Wednsday
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE
SUMMARY: Starscream's desire is to be taken seriously as a Decepticon commander. A REAL Decepticon Commander CONQUERS PEOPLE. AND TERRORIZES THEM. CONQUERING AND TERRORIZING ARE GO. But Jamie has something to say about these shenanigans.
FORMAT: WHATEVER PEOPLE WANT. Just because Teal is TL;DR doesn't mean you have to be ssrly guys.
Notes: If you want to encounter Starscream during his little bitchfit, please IM me! I thiiink Waspinator and possibly Knives and Lust were interested...? I just don't want this to be too much of a clusterfuck. If you're in, tag in separate threads plz!
It was like there was something in his head, something pushing him. It had become urgent, suddenly. Get out of this skin. Make people respect him. A very tiny voice in the back of his head - the one that sounded a bit like Waspinator - was telling him that this was a terrible plan, but he ignored it. He would have recognition. He would have respect. And they would bow to him.
He pulled out the red-and-silver steel rectangle. It was about the size of a very, very old-model laptop, and weighed considerably more than its size suggested. Slinging it onto his back, he adjusted the straps on the front across his chest, making sure it was snug.
Then he spoke, in clear Cybertronian, "Code Primax 984.17 Alpha. Authorization: Commander Starscream. Transform and Rise Up!"
With a familiar sound, the rectangle unfolded around him, pieces locking into place as electronics were pulled out of subspace. Within a few seconds, he was completely suited up. The new subroutines he'd added just the night before (he hadn't slept in two days) plugged wires into the slots he'd implanted into his arms, his legs, his spine. No direct neural interface yet, certainly not. That would take more time than he had. But soon. For now, the implants would simply measure his muscle motions and let the suit react faster. Better. Like his own body. As it should be.
Of course, the implants hadn't completely healed yet, and already he was bleeding a little again. It all hurt and he didn't care. It was just human flesh. Something he'd soon be rid of.
He took off from his balcony with a roar, shooting into the sky, looking for somewhere to terrorize. Somewhere that he'd make an impression.
Well, Union Square was a good start, wasn't it?
Flying low, he descended right near the statue of George Washington, before cackling through the speakers in his suit:
"Citizens of the City! The Decepticon Army claims this planet as their own!"
The little rational voice was asking if he had some sort of plan other than blowing things up, but honestly, he didn't care. He needed to show them. Now.
And so he started firing into the crowd...