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I wanna see you roll on the floor too. I doubt it would be smooth though... You aren't exactly in a "cylindrical" shape.
Starscream sighs and points to his back with an open servo, the free one resting on his hip. "I have wings, I can't roll on the floor like a ball-wannabe human! Unless you want to see me break my flying appendixes, you will have to content yourself with the slight rolling I do to dodge Autobots."
*Looks down* I'm better now than I was... we were attacked again... but we won~ However I think we're gonna have to either move after all or... well, do something about them, if possible.
"Becoming nomadic seems like the best solution for you and your group if you think you are ill prepared to battle continuously. Perhaps you should procure yourselves some kind of moving base."
*Watches the strangely afflicted human roll away.* How are you Commander?
"Right now trying to not get annoyed with the rolly polly here... what about you, Siri?"
Promise~ You can't hear me if you're in another side of the ship, anyway~
"I suppose that is true."
Hello Commander, *Smiles at you, then looks down at the bizarre human.* Is she having a seizure or something...?
"I stopped wondering about the weird habits and customs of organics a long long time ago, Siri. Just be careful not to trip with her, she doesn't have any kind of stable pattern."
No worries~ I can roll really fast~ And maybe I'll just stop in a corner to mope for a while~
Waves his servo and rolls his optics. "As you prefer, just don't be noisy or is out of the ship with you."
It's too hard to explain! This feeling is almost inexpressible!
Starscream quirks an optic ridge and sighs. "Have it your way, but if your... rolling fit makes me trip on my pedes, I will shoot."
This is my only way to show my current frustration!
"And what are you so frustrated about?"
*Hugging her knees and rolling around on the floor with frustration* Hngggggggggggggggggg!!
".... What in the Allspark's name are you doing, human?"
"Many many new followers have appeared before the great Starscream, and as such, I shall welcome you all to my little personal space." He smirks. "Admirable Decepticons, meddling Autobots and organics alike, greetings and enjoy your stay!"
((Also thank you so much everyone! Thanks to you I reached 280 followers; never thought I'd have this many! Thank you deeply y'all.))
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The Coming Dawn (Roleplay)
A sniper… good enough, he thought, not many being among the Decepticons, it was an useful asset; he would add it to the report. The second in command returned his optics to the disgusting morning sky as it became more and more blue as the minutes passed.
“You are correct, I am not a fan of this particular scenario. I prefer to fly at night, when the sky is black or deep purple; feels more… familiar in a way.” He told himself to stop remembering the times when he could fly freely with his trine or by himself and turned away from the view. “Before I return to my obligations, as the commander it is my duty to listen from the troops… so anything you wish to discuss with me before I go?”
The seeker softly shook her helm from side to side, there was nothing she really had to ask or talk about before her commander took his leave. Then again it was often like that, a soft smile coming across her face plate, “Not right now sir, but I’m sure something will come to mind once you take your leave and I will end up having to hunt you down to ask. Just watch, things like that always seem to happen.”
Once more she would turn to watch the morning sky, a soft sigh leaving her, “Anything for me sir?”
The seeker shook his helmet and returned to his usual demeanor, hunched and predatory. "Not at the moment,no; do not worry, however... if you are needed, you will know."
Starscream tapped the side of his helmet with one of his sharp talons. "If anything arises, my comm link is usually open, and I encourage you to use it if there is any problem... the troops have a tendency of not telling important information in time and I am the one who has to respond to our leader, after all. Keep that in mind."
Hey, Starscream~ I'm sure Rika - tan has told you about me before~ By the way I was wondering, how did you find Skyhigh in the first place?
"Yes, she mentioned you some time ago.... Rieka was it? As for your question, he was delivered to me along with thirty-nine other sparklings in a box; he was the runt and wouldn't have survived without help, so I simply offered him a chance on life."
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The Coming Dawn (Roleplay)
The femme did not even take time to think of what she was going to say, “It’s been while sense I’ve see the sun rise, and seeing I awoke early from my recharge I thought I might catch it.” She did not bother to look back at the rising sun. She knew it was there, the warmth of it already bathing her back and wings. “Seems like its going to be a clear enough day, the sun should burn threw those clouds in no time don’t you think?”
That smug smile seeming to have long faded from her as she spoke, watching carefully as her commander walked toward her. Learning long ago it was best to never let one’s guard down not even when it came to those on your own side.
The seeker looked outside with a flat look on his faceplate; he didn’t particularly enjoy the sun or the color it gave to the sky of the dustball he was trapped in; he missed the dark skies of Cybertron, the familiar and beautiful landscapes.
“Yes, it looks like it. I suppose some fliers prefer clear morning skies…” Starscream looked back at the femme. “What is exactly your role in our army, Oracle?”
“I take it your not a fan?” It was safe to assume by the way he acted, that and not many found this place to be as enjoyable as her. For a moment she would look away from her fellow flyer and look at the morning sky. They way it looked right now with its morning colors was almost…
She was quick to allow the thought to drop from her processors, and return to the question that had been asked of her, “A simple sniper Commander.”
A sniper... good enough, he thought, not many being among the Decepticons, it was an useful asset; he would add it to the report. The second in command returned his optics to the disgusting morning sky as it became more and more blue as the minutes passed.
"You are correct, I am not a fan of this particular scenario. I prefer to fly at night, when the sky is black or deep purple; feels more... familiar in a way." He told himself to stop remembering the times when he could fly freely with his trine or by himself and turned away from the view. "Before I return to my obligations, as the commander it is my duty to listen from the troops... so anything you wish to discuss with me before I go?"
The Coming Dawn (Roleplay)
An informal greeting. She nodded to him, thoughtfully, and returned to staring out, toward the rising sun. Finally, when the light became bright enough, that her optics began to fight to adjust, she turned her back to it, and gave StarScream a small, smug smile and finally the salute that he rated, “Yes sir, and yes I do think I reported to you at one time or another. May I ask what brings you out here so early?”
She would have broken her salute shortly before speaking of course, finding it a bit odd that he would have lead such a greeting.
Starscream quirked an optic ridge at the long pause the femme took to turn around and greet him back, that smile rising a few red flags in his processor; this wasn’t going to be an easy Decepticon to deal with, was it? A frown appeared on his faceplate as he acquired his usual hunched demeanor, his arms behind his back, his wings perked and folded, the pose of an authority. He walked towards Oracle and scrutinized her with his red optics.
“It’s my routine; I am the second in command, I have many duties to attend to, patrols being one of them… and they start early in the cycle. Now what are you doing here at this time?”
The femme did not even take time to think of what she was going to say, “It’s been while sense I’ve see the sun rise, and seeing I awoke early from my recharge I thought I might catch it.” She did not bother to look back at the rising sun. She knew it was there, the warmth of it already bathing her back and wings. “Seems like its going to be a clear enough day, the sun should burn threw those clouds in no time don’t you think?”
That smug smile seeming to have long faded from her as she spoke, watching carefully as her commander walked toward her. Learning long ago it was best to never let one’s guard down not even when it came to those on your own side.
The seeker looked outside with a flat look on his faceplate; he didn't particularly enjoy the sun or the color it gave to the sky of the dustball he was trapped in; he missed the dark skies of Cybertron, the familiar and beautiful landscapes.
"Yes, it looks like it. I suppose some fliers prefer clear morning skies..." Starscream looked back at the femme. "What is exactly your role in our army, Oracle?"
There are more than a bunch of them, alright. *chuckles* What's your opinion about them?
"It depends, some have better attitudes than others towards my personage. What is that earthling phrase? Different strokes for different folks, I think."
