put on your face and let's pretend

[sumptushubris]

WHO: IDW Nemesis Prime, UT Starscream
WHAT: I'M HALF ASLEEP SHUT UP Starscream stumbles upon a Nemesis, up to no good.
WHERE: Zone 6
WHEN: Evening
WARNINGS/NOTES: Possible fight/violence.

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[wingedwoobie]

He was surprised to find himself in this Zone again so soon, especially with the chaos that was the Arena now that word of its definite closing had gotten around. There was a reason for him for it though, one that involved his new Leader, the Malgian Megatron, Magnus. He wanted to know more about his (former) subordinate's death, Lugnut. It hadnt been too difficult to realize that he and the 'Atomic Lugnut' at the Arena were one in the same, and that after Dirge's expression of mourning and yells over open lines, that he was connected somehow as well.

Getting information out of the Arena hadnt been too difficult; eaves drop a bit, intimidate a few mechs, etc etc. He hadnt learned much though; just that the caged match hadnt taken place in years, and that this one only did because of a convenient generous donation- requesting the return of it. Starscream could assume that the same mech had arranged for Lugnut to fight in the match- he could assume that Dirge was the other fighter, and that there was some reason for the two to be the

[wingedwoobie]

He caught it.

He caught his wingblade.

Starscream had put enough force behind it to cut clean through a bot- and he caught it.

The black bleeding from Nemesis's hands didnt make a difference to him, nor did the fact that it was likely the reason he hadnt sheared clean through the fingers even as the palms bit into and dispersed the force behind his blade.

But...

Even though he didnt have any momentum, his blade was still fragging sharp.

With an enraged cry he pulls his blade back slightly between the clamped hands, before surging forward- bright edge or his sword cutting clean through the digits and allowing him to leap back a pace, wingblade in hand.

[sumptushubris]

Strong as his steel was, strong as the Darkness was...the latter couldn't protect the former completely. Three digits were cut clean off, clattering to the ground, and a flash of Nemesis's optics revealed his displeasure. Or pain. Or both.

But nothing more than that. It was an irritation, nothing more - those first few eons within the Dead Universe had given one patience for the wearing out of old parts, and a trust to the Darkness to assist with what repairs could not be done oneself.

Nonetheless, this one needed to learn a bit more respect. Nemesis brought a maimed hand in to a fist, throwing it forwards at Starscream's face, relying upon his own strength to rebuke him.

[wingedwoobie]

The Seeker's attention had drifted slightly, from the thread in front of him to his blade; there was a bit of a discoloration, a change that he see through its red glow and his rage. For a moment he realizes he should retreat- that shouldnt have attacked in the first place- that there is no possible way he stood a chance against any Nemesis-

-and then he's being punched in the face, sword flying from his hand as he's sent sailing into the ally wall.

[sumptushubris]

Let it never be said that the more primal methods are not just as effective as the elegant uses of power.

Still Nemesis pressed the attack, not quite willing to let this go - he raised his arm, the wing cannons upon its array humming slightly as they come to life. The tips briefly glow blue - the only warning that will be given before the four fire towards Starscream.

Not nearly full power, but...something to remember, if any of them hit.

[wingedwoobie]

That... hurt more than one of Megatron's punches. Of course, the impact into the solid, if old, wall not even a klik after could have helped. Processor dazed and optics cracked, all that he comprehends from the oncoming attack is a bright flash of light, and by then, he is already screaming. It hurt- and for one, brief moment he thought he was being struck by Unicon again. But as he falls to the ground and his optics start to dim, he faintly realizes that this wasnt anywhere near as agonizing as that had been.

With a faint groan he tilts his helm back, settling fractured optics upon Nemesis.

I just realized I've been tense switching. WTF me. /sticks with present

[sumptushubris]

It could have been. That is but part of the message Nemesis seeks to get across here. I could do so much worse.

He approaches slowly and deliberately, coming to a halt a short distance away. Out of kicking range, to be sure, but close enough to remind Starscream just in case he already forgot of the very real, and very powerful threat that he poses.

"Now, do I need to kill you, or may I get back to my work without your bothersome interference?"

We all do it Deary~

[wingedwoobie]

He doesnt say anything.

Starscream knows when he's been beaten- knows when to stay down, and when to submit. He didnt always want to- didnt always do it, and in this case he didnt want to. This mech, this thing may be dangerous and powerful and a glitched slagger- but that was all he was.

His systems are already shutting down, one by one, to preform repairs to his shaken and aching processor and frame. He couldnt get up, even though he wanted to; wanted to stand and beat the menace, to give him a piece of mind- to tell him to frag himself.

Instead, the seeker growls softly, glaring defiantly up at the otherworldly transformer.