And He Watched, And He Waited
Apparently I'm into writing drabbles, now. Yup.
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The sight beyond the balcony was one of destroyed buildings, a haze-covered sky, and mechs laboring in the streets without rest. The Autobots had been defeated - crushed, not by the Decepticons, but by a virus of human design; an accident, so it had been claimed, but no less devastating.
Megatron was dead. This had not been an accident.
Starscream idly tapped one sharp talon on the banister, watching the goings-on with a look of mild interest. A presence manifested in the shadows of the room behind him, large and powerful. Starscream smirked, not bothering to turn his head. “You do good work.”
“I am pleased that you approve, Starscream.”
“All those years of waiting… Finally paid off, neh?”
“Patience is a virtue.”
The rubble of former towers and plazas had been marked for demolition weeks ago. The haze was nothing compared to the polluted cloud-cover that heralded an almost daily shower of acid rain just a year prior. Many of the mechs working below wore tired, but self-satisfied grins; no one was forcing them to keep such long hours.
“Think they’ll ever wise up?” A strong, lilac-colored hand wrapped itself snugly around the Seeker’s midsection, pulling him flush against the larger mech’s torso. Starscream responded by reaching up and behind him with both arms, looping them behind the other’s neck. Idly, he traced one finger up the line of an audio-finial. He smiled at the soft sigh of appreciation he received.
“Unlikely. But even if it should happen, what could they do?”
Chuckling pleasantly, Starscream tipped his helm backwards and looked up into a single yellow optic. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
This entry was originally posted at http://syntheticeuphoria.dreamwidth.org/4795.html.
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The sight beyond the balcony was one of destroyed buildings, a haze-covered sky, and mechs laboring in the streets without rest. The Autobots had been defeated - crushed, not by the Decepticons, but by a virus of human design; an accident, so it had been claimed, but no less devastating.
Megatron was dead. This had not been an accident.
Starscream idly tapped one sharp talon on the banister, watching the goings-on with a look of mild interest. A presence manifested in the shadows of the room behind him, large and powerful. Starscream smirked, not bothering to turn his head. “You do good work.”
“I am pleased that you approve, Starscream.”
“All those years of waiting… Finally paid off, neh?”
“Patience is a virtue.”
The rubble of former towers and plazas had been marked for demolition weeks ago. The haze was nothing compared to the polluted cloud-cover that heralded an almost daily shower of acid rain just a year prior. Many of the mechs working below wore tired, but self-satisfied grins; no one was forcing them to keep such long hours.
“Think they’ll ever wise up?” A strong, lilac-colored hand wrapped itself snugly around the Seeker’s midsection, pulling him flush against the larger mech’s torso. Starscream responded by reaching up and behind him with both arms, looping them behind the other’s neck. Idly, he traced one finger up the line of an audio-finial. He smiled at the soft sigh of appreciation he received.
“Unlikely. But even if it should happen, what could they do?”
Chuckling pleasantly, Starscream tipped his helm backwards and looked up into a single yellow optic. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
This entry was originally posted at http://syntheticeuphoria.dreamwidth.org/4795.html.