Who: Starscream and Sentinel Prime
Where: Sentinel's office
When: Backdated to February 14 at some point
Warnings: Jerks being jerks, and probably a very large amount of underhanded creepistry
Summary: Sentinel wants Starscream to give a statement about his own death. Starscream wants to make Sentinel an offer he can't refuse.
Format: The tealest deer
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If only he had his wings now.
Of course... he'd had doubts. Horrible doubts. But his talk with Vector had, at least, distracted him for the moment. He wouldn't think about how his faction was crumbling in his hands. How he might not be cut out to lead after all.
How he might be tainted by the Chaosbringer.
No. Today, he was well dressed, going to cheerfully talk about his death... and other things. Sentinel would be almost easy to play, and Shockwave would be pleased with this test subject. Or so he hoped.
He stood outside, waiting to be let in, a pair of sunglasses halfway down his nose, his suit immaculate (as he always made certain it was when he was visiting Sentinel. No sense in looking scruffy.)
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"Starscream," he greeted with his usual aloof politeness. "You're looking well. Have a seat and we'll get this taken care of."
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"Very well. You ask your questions first, then we'll get to my business."
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"To begin with, I need you to tell me in your own words what happened on the day of your death." He reached over to tap the appropriate button on his desk console and added, "I'll be recording your statement for the official record, of course."
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