ONE DAY I'LL BE GIVING THE ORDERS

| Indie | 18+ | G1 Starscream |

[mytimewillcome]

Some buffoons might call me a bad influence but they're just killjoys. I am wonderful fun.

[mytimewillcome]

Whoever did that should have given him eight.

[mytimewillcome]

I don't need an anonymous message, OR to keep it secret!

I would step on Bumblebee! It's what he deserves.

[mytimewillcome]

Update: I do not exist in a liminal hell, thank you.

[mytimewillcome]

Please like this if you see this.

[mytimewillcome]

Suffer beautifully.

[mastermegatron]

@mytimewillcome replied to your post “Right. People actually do that whole "falling in...”:

YOU'RE DISGUSTING—

​"You want me so badly."

[mytimewillcome]

I want you melted into slag you kaleidoscoped freak!

[mytimewillcome]

What the FUCK is going on with the ui?

[lemonomelette]

Sketched Big M and Daddy Prime before getting back to work

[mytimewillcome]

This primitive communication interface is malfunctioning.

[mytimewillcome]

My, my!

The other me sure is having a difficult time, isn't he?

[mytimewillcome]

Sphere.

[mytimewillcome]

If anyone calls me a delicate flower I'll feed them a grenade!!!

[mytimewillcome]

I want a cult.

...

Who wants to join my cult?

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

It sits down, rather more like a quadrapedal.

A basket containing pretty rubies and a curled spinal cord is set down before this one.

Here. A sacrifice.

[mytimewillcome]

Oooh—a sacrifice! He's already collecting the oblation. Pretty rocks and death!

"I don't know who you are but I like you already."

[mytimewillcome]

I want a cult.

...

Who wants to join my cult?

[risenwings]

Starscream may or may not be falling through the ceiling.

There is a lot of cursing.

And rage.

Skywarp squawks, startled, and leaps out of the way, looking at Starscream with mild alarm. "What in the afterburners happened to you?" he blurts, peering at the other Seeker after a moment. "... Did you try to replicate the thing again?"

[mytimewillcome]

"WHAT thing?" He growls, scrambling up from the pile of detritus on the floor. Hmph! He dusts himself off as if nothing embarrassing had happened.

Then he looks at Skywarp, optics narrowed.

Then he looks around him.

"Where am I? And how did you get here?"

[hunterofprimus]

He's on the verge of cooing, absolutely loving the way the Seeker responds to him and his words.

As per always, a part of him is snarling in the back of his processor, whispering about dark, mean things that will bring absolutely no satisfaction - this is a Seeker - and, that incoming spark signature?

Starscream.

Telling his base coding to go frag itself, ignoring the way his battle protocols simmer, the hunter twirls one last time, and then stills, hovering in place. Behind him, the spiral galaxy sparkles, lending his shape grace. It is easy to allow the cloaking mechanism of his wing-shields to fall. Easier still to dip one of his wings in a greeting.

He is... large.

Large enough to easily carry decently tall mechs, but nothing about him is clumsy, or even suggests that he's a shuttle. What Starscream will see is a space cruiser, beautifully sleek and powerful. Some of his sky-blue design suggests that he's partly a jet, but there are shields at the tip of his silvery wings, a cannon mounted between huge, red thrusters.

::I'm here,:: he says. ::There's a hatch on top, so you'll have to enter that way. Once you're inside, please follow the white lights - they'll lead you to the cockpit. There's booze there, and some goodies, if you like the kind.::

[mytimewillcome]

His lidar picks up space dust, little specks of physical something in the void around him. The larger, more substantial something backlit by stars is a glaringly huge object in the otherwise empty space and Starscream assumes this is his ride. He turns sharply, banking in a wide arc around the much larger vessel at a speed that would be breakneck for an Earth jet but no doubt leisurely for a literal space craft.

「What...?」 It's quiet, absent minded even, and likely not even meant to be transmitted but the mech was startlingly large. Astrotrain could transform big enough for passengers, the bit idiot was a useful taxi. But this...

This was bigger than he thought.

After his circling, clearly spent on getting a good look at this very helpful and hug stranger, Starscream rolls in a spiral as he closes in. A little white and red jet pulling closer like some doomed satellite falling into a gravity well.

「You're enormous!」 There's no tact there when he settles just above the cruiser that is Devcon. 「Are you a combiner?」 His big blue friend certainly didn't look like he was made of multiple components.

He transformers, all wide triangular wings and squared edges, and wastes no time in searching for and locating latch. Despite their difference in size, there is no fear or hesitation.

「What kind of goodies? Weapons? I like weapons—」

In he goes.