Just another meeting...

[onetruesikorsky]

WHO: Armada Starscream WINGEDWOOBIE and Animated Megatron ONETRUESIKORSKY (others are welcome to join, just ask one of us, please)
WHAT: A delegated sparring match. Clang clang swish. Swish swish stab.
WHERE: The park in Zone 3
WHEN: Sometime after the Thunderdome, so after Starscream has his meeting with Magnum.
WARNINGS: Uh. I guess violence

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[wingedwoobie]

Starscream was already on his way when he received the text. His Arena match had gone well, despite the unfortunate death that occurred two rounds beforehand. As it was he didnt know the mechs involved, and it really wasn't his business. His fight had allowed him to let off some of the stress he had gained since his arrival. This was good- as the meeting afterwords with Magnum had not gone as well as he hoped. It was unfortunate, and due mostly to an off hand comment made by the Megatron. Starscream had been more moody after that, and so his review of the meeting was mixed. Magnum deserved respect; that was a given- but he wasnt sure if he wanted to serve him. The mech felt younger than he expected, and he didn’t know how he felt about following someone younger than himself

[onetruesikorsky]

Backstruts stock-straight and arms crossed over his broad, barrel chestplating, Megatron turns at the subtle brush of movement behind him. He'd been standing here in this exact spot for the last ten minutes, enough to process and identify the differing air currents within the area. Any movement within the general vicinity would have likely caught his attention.

His engine whirrs, his general expression unchanging.

"Starscream. Good of you to join me. I trust your fight ended in your favor."

[wingedwoobie]

He pauses ten paces from him, form straight and at attention. Observing Megatrons back, he already as an idea of his altmode. Where he would keep a sword, however...

"It did; Thank you for having me, Sir."

[onetruesikorsky]

The winglets for his rotors are just as stiff as the rest of him, and he allows a smile to form across his faceplates as he reaches back slowly, pulling both of his blades from over his shoulder - his personal subspace. They are clean as always, the light glinting off the deadly weapons as he lowers them to his sides. The tips barely brush over the blades of the grass below him. Trionium... even that energized weapon of Starscream's would only clash harmlessly on the polished alloy.

"Shall we get started, then? Unless you wish to tell me just how that meeting with Magnum ended. Are you now employed?"