Normally, the massive Lightning Tag stadium at one end of Calibiri Park in Zone 1 is something of a fortress. It's hard to get into without a ticket or special permission, especially when there's not a match in progress. Today, though, the gates stand open, and there are mechs on stands outside them, calling for one and all to come on in and see
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And there he was. The Starscream from his universe strutting out amongst the other two players, looking as smug and pleased with himself as ever. The pure showmanship made Thundercracker want to purge. What a mockery this was after seeing Starscream lead armiesStill, the blue seeker stayed and watched, paying close attention. He was unable to find fault in the sport itself or the impressive rigs and stellar players. There wasn't anything wrong with what Starscream had created... it was just the simple fact that this Starscream was nothing more than a rich bureaucrat that made Thundercracker's energon continue to boil. And if he was being honest, it was also how slagging satisfied he was with it ( ... )
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[His response is quiet; he knows that Thundercracker doesn't really...approve of his success, or at least doesn't seem to, and doesn't particularly want to antagonize him by making a big deal out of it.]
Come in. We can talk inside.
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[He just nods, stepping in after Starscream, not really sure what to expect.]
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[The balcony door opens on a spacious sitting room, all gleaming curves and designs in concentric circles. There's a massive vidscreen curving along one wall, a bar with a high-tech energon dispensary in an alcove, and dark portal in the wall leading to other parts of the apartment.
Starscream heads for the alcove.]
You want a cube, Thundercracker?
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Was that an energon tap? Oh, that's right... there isn't a shortage here. And even if there was... Starscream would probably still have something like that.]
Yeah, I think I need one.
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He refrains right now, though, instead just drawing energon into two cubes and returning to Thundercracker. He hands one to the other jet, then seats himself on one of the curving chrome couches.
When he speaks, picking up the thread of the conversation again, his voice is quiet.]
So you want to know why I do all this.
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Yes. What about it contents you to limit yourself?
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I don't particularly see myself as being limited, Thundercracker.
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[He asks quietly, watching Starscream for a reaction.]
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Successful. And because of that, powerful.
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[TC huffs, eyeing his own. He was notorious for being poor at holding his energon...]
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[He laughs, a pretty humorless sound.] I'm not stupid.
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That at least would be worthy of your talents.
It also sounds like Megatron when we first met him.
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If I'm going to inspire the mechs that follow me to action, I'd much prefer it to be something more productive than battle.
... [He scowls.] I don't want to hear about Megatron.
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You would call overthrowing a corrupt and dangerous establishment unproductive?
[Mutters into his drink] I know.
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[He takes another long draught of his own cube, then just...sighs.]
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