Who: G1!Starscream and IDW!Jetfire
What: A challenger appears! It's a race! Jets compete as jets do.
Where: Allllll over the place.
Summary: Jetfire had challenged Starscream to a flying match. Being an egotistical afthole, Starscream could not refuse.
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Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies, you never know just how you look through other people's eyes... )
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Or at least, that's what he told himself. True, his pride couldn't let Starscream get away with calling him the things he did, but he also had an ulterior motive. His current roommate didn't know anything about immortal sparks, but this one might. And with a little luck, he might be able to discern what this Starscream did or did not know about it.
'And speak of the Seeker,' he smirked to himself, catching sight of a familiar red and silver jet soaring towards him.
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Once he had the other mech in his sights, the telltale sound of transformation accompanied his form folding out into robot mode. Circling once, twice, three times before landing gracefully a few yards away.
"Well, well, well. You're not as cowardly as I had first thought. At least you showed up." He forced his face into the classic sharp grin, crossing his arms over the glassy canopy of his cockpit.
"Are you prepared to intake my exhaust fumes?" Cocky. Of course.
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Without further ado, he held out a palm-sized circular device. Pressing a button, it switched on and emitted a detailed 3D map of the Zone they were in.
"You can pick the first half of the course, and I'll pick the last half," he said. "That way it's fair for both of us. And I suppose I don't have to remind you to avoid high traffic areas? No sense hurting innocent bystanders for this. And to make it more interesting," his smile turned a bit predatory, "how about we make a bet? Loser has to do something of the winner's choosing, within reason of course. And we state those terms before the start of the race."
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Starscream grimaced a nasty smile.
"Very well." Snatching the device, he narrowed his optics at the area before extending one finger and tracing through the map, leaving a faintly glowing red line.
His choices were of course, riddled with sharp turns and obstacles, mostly through tight spaces. Obvious he was trying to give himself an advantage as a smaller bot that specialized in aeronautic maneuvers.
"There." The Seeker sneered, handing back the hologram.
"What is your wager?"
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