TF_SPEEDWRITING - Scenario: Late for an important meeting
Late! For a very important Date!
Rating: PG
Warnings: Because this is speedwriting, it's un-proofed.
Time taken: 30 min
Character: Starscream
Continuity: IDW / G1pre-canon / MarvelAU
Length: 358 words
Vos, during the first stirrings of active rebellion, still shone with the colourful wings of those Seekers - the young, the few old, the superfluous - not pressed in to the active service of the other city-states… as well as Vos’ own not-inconsiderable standing air force.
The region’s leader was as colourful as any other - his frame sporting bright red and blue on the part of the electromagnetic scale human’s call ‘visible light’ - but he found this bought him less adoration now he was well-known than it had when he was a nobody trying to prove it had been worthwhile his ever flying the nest; to his own people he was an Iaconian sell-out, and to the council in Iacon he was a suspected murderer who’s foreign origins meant he couldn’t be easily dealt with by the state. Both parties had agreed to name him ruler of Vos in a mutually unsatisfying compromise, on the implicit condition that he didn’t actually do any ruling.
The Prince of Vos transformed and lit upon the entry platform and side-stepped inside. He was late, and it wasn’t only because of the drawn-out bureaucratic meeting he’d had to attend, but because it had taken longer than expected to give his guards the slip. Hopefully nobody here would be paying enough attention to recognise the so-called leader entering a low-lying den of a cafeteria. Smoothly, he slid in to the end booth, half-surprised to find the mech he was meeting still present.
On the other servo, he’s the supplicant; not I.
“Starscream,” said the ground-mech opposite. His helm sported the black and yellow stripes of a worker, and Starscream recalled that the mech had begun as an energon miner, along with the gladiatorial mech he supported; Megatron.
“Nobody calls me that, any more.” It was true. They called him ‘Highness’ with a sort of sickly-sweet insincerity that the Seeker found either amusing, flattering, or patronising, depending on the situation.
“Well, it’s ya name, isn’ it? Here.” The mech passed up a datapad, and at the Seeker’s questioning scowl, added “call it an introduction, Seeker, or a message; there’s a vid on there you aughta watch.”
Rating: PG
Warnings: Because this is speedwriting, it's un-proofed.
Time taken: 30 min
Character: Starscream
Continuity: IDW / G1pre-canon / MarvelAU
Length: 358 words
Vos, during the first stirrings of active rebellion, still shone with the colourful wings of those Seekers - the young, the few old, the superfluous - not pressed in to the active service of the other city-states… as well as Vos’ own not-inconsiderable standing air force.
The region’s leader was as colourful as any other - his frame sporting bright red and blue on the part of the electromagnetic scale human’s call ‘visible light’ - but he found this bought him less adoration now he was well-known than it had when he was a nobody trying to prove it had been worthwhile his ever flying the nest; to his own people he was an Iaconian sell-out, and to the council in Iacon he was a suspected murderer who’s foreign origins meant he couldn’t be easily dealt with by the state. Both parties had agreed to name him ruler of Vos in a mutually unsatisfying compromise, on the implicit condition that he didn’t actually do any ruling.
The Prince of Vos transformed and lit upon the entry platform and side-stepped inside. He was late, and it wasn’t only because of the drawn-out bureaucratic meeting he’d had to attend, but because it had taken longer than expected to give his guards the slip. Hopefully nobody here would be paying enough attention to recognise the so-called leader entering a low-lying den of a cafeteria. Smoothly, he slid in to the end booth, half-surprised to find the mech he was meeting still present.
On the other servo, he’s the supplicant; not I.
“Starscream,” said the ground-mech opposite. His helm sported the black and yellow stripes of a worker, and Starscream recalled that the mech had begun as an energon miner, along with the gladiatorial mech he supported; Megatron.
“Nobody calls me that, any more.” It was true. They called him ‘Highness’ with a sort of sickly-sweet insincerity that the Seeker found either amusing, flattering, or patronising, depending on the situation.
“Well, it’s ya name, isn’ it? Here.” The mech passed up a datapad, and at the Seeker’s questioning scowl, added “call it an introduction, Seeker, or a message; there’s a vid on there you aughta watch.”