*Sigh* ... *Drops Off Basket*
3, 4 &, 5 kind of go together, in mind at least, but can be done separatley.
1. ‘So… you guys do this to each other often?’ Lennox asked wryly, breaking the stunned silence which had filled the room shortly after their entrance. Optimus only produced a staticy burst in response, blue optics glued to the battered figure chained and riveted to the far wall before them. The Seeker’s once beautiful wings were torn and scratched where heavy bolts passed through them, holding him in place like an organic insect. Fluids of various colors flowed down to form a puddle at the wall’s base, the numerous wounds along Starscream’s body continuing to ooze slowly, sparks hissing softly as they fell from damaged circuits to drown in the discolored liquid.
2. Alone they were no match for the pretty Seeker’s speed. Together there was no way they could fail.
3. The Seeker youngling shied away from the reaching hands of his adoptive ‘creator’, small red optics, bright with fear, looking frantically for an escape route. A dark, velvety chuckle following his retreat, a large silver hand managing to catch hold of his forearm, delicate, underdeveloped plating collapsing slightly under the applied pressure.
4. The exhausted youngling struggled to rise, limbs slipping through the pool of purged energon and bled-out fluids beneath him, as one of his ‘creators’ meticulously scribbled down notes on the data-pad he held.
5. He curled tightly into his ‘creator’s’ lap, clicking quietly as large claws smoothed over his quivering wings, Soundwave’s cassettes crowding around them to coo gently at their frightened ‘sibling’.
6. Perhaps it was divine, more likely infernal, intervention which kept Megatron from striking Starscream while Devastator had reign, perhaps it was some ingrained, unacknowledged sense of self-preservation on the volatile mech’s part. More than likely it was just luck. But on whose side it lay was debatable.
1. ‘So… you guys do this to each other often?’ Lennox asked wryly, breaking the stunned silence which had filled the room shortly after their entrance. Optimus only produced a staticy burst in response, blue optics glued to the battered figure chained and riveted to the far wall before them. The Seeker’s once beautiful wings were torn and scratched where heavy bolts passed through them, holding him in place like an organic insect. Fluids of various colors flowed down to form a puddle at the wall’s base, the numerous wounds along Starscream’s body continuing to ooze slowly, sparks hissing softly as they fell from damaged circuits to drown in the discolored liquid.
2. Alone they were no match for the pretty Seeker’s speed. Together there was no way they could fail.
3. The Seeker youngling shied away from the reaching hands of his adoptive ‘creator’, small red optics, bright with fear, looking frantically for an escape route. A dark, velvety chuckle following his retreat, a large silver hand managing to catch hold of his forearm, delicate, underdeveloped plating collapsing slightly under the applied pressure.
4. The exhausted youngling struggled to rise, limbs slipping through the pool of purged energon and bled-out fluids beneath him, as one of his ‘creators’ meticulously scribbled down notes on the data-pad he held.
5. He curled tightly into his ‘creator’s’ lap, clicking quietly as large claws smoothed over his quivering wings, Soundwave’s cassettes crowding around them to coo gently at their frightened ‘sibling’.
6. Perhaps it was divine, more likely infernal, intervention which kept Megatron from striking Starscream while Devastator had reign, perhaps it was some ingrained, unacknowledged sense of self-preservation on the volatile mech’s part. More than likely it was just luck. But on whose side it lay was debatable.