Ordering a Drink
[PG] Ordering a Drink
Characters: Starscream & Thundercracker
Continuity: G1 Warped Minds AU
So... the thing is, I'm still having a hard time writing this story... So more drafted scenes must appear here! Mostly these are related to TF speedwriting prompts, but in some cases I don't remember what ones, exactly.
Ordering a Drink
The first thing that Starscream did upon returning to Cybertron (sans Skyfire) was refuel. With real, liquid energon, at a real bar. It was a familiar place, near the academy he’d attended in Iacon, and it brought back memories. The floor was a little more scuffed, and the furniture replaced with nearly identical items, but he could still pick out over there, the spot he’d sat the first time he’d been convinced to dabble in the alien and civilian methods of recreation. He’d struggled with the language, and spent uncounted cycles here with Skyfire practicing. he would have picked it up just as well without Skyfire’s help, obviously, but it paid to make people feel appreciated - especially those rare people who were lacking the common sense to prioritise their own well-being above somebody else's.
By all logical reasoning, Skyfire had been an idiot; but somehow he’d managed to stay alive and moral in a world where anyone sensible only looked out for themselves (and anyone who could be sneaking up behind them with an incendiary device).
And, yes, Skyfire had to be still alive.
Ordering a cube of medium grade energon, he was taken aback when the barkeep gave him a pointed look, and asked;
“You’ve got credits to pay for that, Seeker? I don’t take ration vouchers.”
Surprised that somebody in Iacon had even heard of ration vouchers, he’d explained that he didn’t carry hard credits, but he did have a student account with the science academy. The barkeep clearly didn’t think that was very likely but humoured the jet by checking it on the database anyway.
“That account got cancelled over a vorn ago. You’ll have to look for handouts somewhere else. Try Vos.”
In retrospect, he’d been surprisingly understanding about it; Starscream was kicked (literally) out into the street by the pub’s unreasonably large-framed security guard, but nobody had called in the cops.
Characters: Starscream & Thundercracker
Continuity: G1 Warped Minds AU
So... the thing is, I'm still having a hard time writing this story... So more drafted scenes must appear here! Mostly these are related to TF speedwriting prompts, but in some cases I don't remember what ones, exactly.
Ordering a Drink
The first thing that Starscream did upon returning to Cybertron (sans Skyfire) was refuel. With real, liquid energon, at a real bar. It was a familiar place, near the academy he’d attended in Iacon, and it brought back memories. The floor was a little more scuffed, and the furniture replaced with nearly identical items, but he could still pick out over there, the spot he’d sat the first time he’d been convinced to dabble in the alien and civilian methods of recreation. He’d struggled with the language, and spent uncounted cycles here with Skyfire practicing. he would have picked it up just as well without Skyfire’s help, obviously, but it paid to make people feel appreciated - especially those rare people who were lacking the common sense to prioritise their own well-being above somebody else's.
By all logical reasoning, Skyfire had been an idiot; but somehow he’d managed to stay alive and moral in a world where anyone sensible only looked out for themselves (and anyone who could be sneaking up behind them with an incendiary device).
And, yes, Skyfire had to be still alive.
Ordering a cube of medium grade energon, he was taken aback when the barkeep gave him a pointed look, and asked;
“You’ve got credits to pay for that, Seeker? I don’t take ration vouchers.”
Surprised that somebody in Iacon had even heard of ration vouchers, he’d explained that he didn’t carry hard credits, but he did have a student account with the science academy. The barkeep clearly didn’t think that was very likely but humoured the jet by checking it on the database anyway.
“That account got cancelled over a vorn ago. You’ll have to look for handouts somewhere else. Try Vos.”
In retrospect, he’d been surprisingly understanding about it; Starscream was kicked (literally) out into the street by the pub’s unreasonably large-framed security guard, but nobody had called in the cops.