WHO: Tyran Starscream, Megatron, Soundwave
WHAT: Highatron
WHERE: Zone 4, Driftlock's former base
WHEN: Shortly after the Pixel festival
WARNINGS/NOTES: This log is totally awesome, so read at your own risk. Uh, warning for drug use, I guess?
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He didn't care if the others remainded in this state for eternity, but he would not be party to it. If it would not result in his own demise, he'd have torn the flesh from his own body, seeking something stronger, something other than this horrible, fragile prison. Death would have been more dignified, at the very least.
"Be quick about it," he snapped, settling heavily on the metal. He looked more like a child having a tantrum than a military leader - Not that he cared.
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Handing it to him, Starscream leers at Megatron's little frame for an awkwardly long time. "Is there anything else you would desire...changed about your...current lodging?"
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He could feel the jet's gaze on him, leaving him growling and bristling with annoyance. Verbal or non, he did not need the reminder of his current state. The constant, irritating pounding in his chest was more than enough, along with the soft, vulnerable exterior, the lack of size, and the loss of his sensors.
He hated everything about it.
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"What is it you would desire changed about my...attitude, Lord Megatron?" Leaning in, Starscream was a little closer than perhaps Megatron would be comfortable with. "Do you require more fuel?"
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