[Location: Megatron's fort]

[fierceawakening]

G1 Megatron

[OOC We didn't want to spend too much time doing setup posts, so... assume that the relative quietness from G1 Megatron and G1 Starscream are due to their finding and spiffing up this location previous to now. We've been meaning to apply for it for a while anyway, so there you go. Mods, can we get a "Megatron's fort" tag?

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[neonstilettos]

*Having received the coordinates of the fort from Megatron and flown there, Starscream transforms, lands, and invites himself in. He arrives not long after Megatron, but hasn't seen Megatron and doesn't realize he's already here.*

*He peers around the foyer, nose wrinkling slightly at the dusty, obviously long-disused interior* Why am I not surprised that that old slagger was too lazy to even clean the place...

*Quickly losing interesting in the foyer, he barges through the next door to explore. He snickers at the sight of a podium and large banners in the next room-- Megatron's over-inflated sense of self-importance really had no limits. He had to admit that the giant, black-and-bright-purple Decepticon banners were a nice touch, though. Very tasteful. He grins in approval.*

*He peers through the door on the right-hand side of the room and sees a long table surrounded by chairs. And there's Megatron's out of control ego again-- as if there are that many Decepticons here who want to listen to him. Starscream giggles to himself at

[fierceawakening]

*Megatron hears the sound of Starscream moving through the halls. The Seeker can be quiet when stealth is needed, but he usually defaults to wanting any attention he can get. Especially from Megatron.*

*He listens for a moment to pinpoint the sound, then walks through the hallway, stopping at the door to the throne room.*

*His lip curls in rage as he hears another small sound. He might have known. Still, going right in there is a brazen move for his first entrance into their finished fort, and comes right on the heels of hacking and defacing Megatron's datapad.*

*The door slides open and he strides quickly and angrily inside, taking in the sight of the Seeker on his throne, his white wings flicking in lazy contentment, his optics dimmed and flickering as he daydreams, no doubt about some completely ridiculous future in which the faction caters happily to his equally ridiculous whims

[neonstilettos]

*Starscream is idly thinking about his small moment in the sun with the Combaticons-- they had been a good start but too glitched, all of them. Still, they had gone to show that he could have an army of his own. He could easily start small again, like he had with them-- but he'd revealed them too early. He needed more troops, a proper army, all of them chanting "All hail Starscream!" and gazing up at him with worshipful adoration--*

*Powerful hands digging painfully into his wings promptly shatter his fantasy and optics widen with a squeal of surprise. That grip could only belong to one mech...*

Megatron--! *Starscream barely has time to to react when Megatron yanks his wings sharply and hauls him off the throne. He lands very unceremoniously sprawled on his aft. If Megatron's facial expression and posture are any indication, the tyrant is Very. Not. Happy.*

*Starscream attempts a disarming chuckle and makes no move to rise, instead staring up at Megatron from the floor* Megatron! Lord Megatron. How-- how nice to see you here! Your

[fierceawakening]

*Megatron glowers fiercely, his optics bright*

Oh, I know exactly what you were doing, Starscream.

All of it.

*He pulls out the datapad, his dark fingers tightening around it hard enough to leave impressions in the metal. Snarling in disgust, he hurls it to the floor. It lands nearby, its screen glowing forlornly*

Just as you are already well aware you should not have been doing it.

*grabs him by the ailerons and wrenches them so hard that they nearly snap off*

Don't delude yourself that because this place is new, you have free rein in it.

Unless you want me to snap these off --

*pants, optics glinting*

-- and leave you that way when the others arrive, so that they can see full well what has happened to you.