Definitely Not Falcor.

Tea Time for Three

Poor Heshia was already sputtering incredulity back at Starscream over his tall order. ::Y-Your highness, this is rather unexpected. It may take some time to prepare so many refreshments–::

::For heaven’s sake, Heshia, this is White Hall Palace, not some grimy pit stop pub. We do not force guests to stand on ceremony with empty tanks. I need them in 15 kliks, no less. Pull all the staff to the kitchen if you have to.:: Inexcusable. He’d be damned if he was caught being a shoddy host, especially if Fallcore was his guest.

::Keep it up, baby, just keep it up. I’m not afraid to serve your friend his tea and make you watch with nothing at all to eat.:: An empty threat, but Fallcore’s acerbic sparing was half the fun.

His curiosity about this new mech he’d be meeting was peaked. So, he’d had the gumption to give Fallcore a struggle, had he? He admired a mech with nerve like that. Fall was intimidating by size alone. Whoever his new guest was, he was sure he was going to be his kind of mech.

::Alright, alright, portal is coming your way now. Land softly, the staff is going to have a field day if you wind up crashing through a wall…:: A mass of swirling, welcoming green light would appear before the dragonformer. On the other side, he’d find himself on the Northern landing docks. Starscream would be waiting with a slight sheen of water still on his plating and an expectant smile trying to burst across his face. Several staff were watching the young seeker with slightly entranced expressions. Princess Starscream was never this eager to welcome a guest…With the exception of Sir Bluestreak.

#vosnianprincess #koidogbot #((I am a slow butt. :| ))

Despite the steady angry vibes from his unwilling passenger, Fallcore is in a hell of a good mood. Princess, and Juke in one place? This has the promise to be anything but boring, and he’s eager to see how they get along...after Princess has lavished attention on him, of course. He needs all the cuddles he can get. He’d also never truly been outside of the lab within Princess’s lands, and he was eager to see the sights and mess with the mechs under his rule. So many servants to horrify, so little time.

As soon as the swirling vortex opens before him, he almost bounces to his clawed pedes, stretching his long frame and squirming eagerly as he makes his way towards the green gateway, his tail almost tying itself in knots before squirming back to its normal position again. Oh course, he does as Princess asks, and very very carefully through the gate.

This, naturally, allows Fallcore’s entrance to be dramatic as possible.

He makes a point to enter slowly, revealing first his massive head with its wide curving horns and jutting chin. Just his helm is intimidating for most, with its small red optics and sheer size, but its quickly followed by what must feel like an eternity of neck, a chest and long body with short forelegs, with the rest of his massive frame following along behind, his twisting tail tucking along his side neatly, making a point to listen to what Princess said about not bursting through a wall or destroying the place as soon as he came through. It would probably look bad if he planned to spend any more of his time in this new place, after all...first impressions are important! Sort of.

With a low pleased rumble and a flare of pleasure in his overwhelming field, the gargantuan monster’s optics lock on Princess. With liquid grace, the monster casually strides towards Star, his damaged muzzle dripping tiny blots as he goes.

His deep voice rumbles out as he plops his chin on the flooring right next to the seeker, “My Princess.”

...Maybe Heshia would see the need for so many snacks so quickly now.

Tea Time for Three

Starscream hadn’t been expecting any guests today. Last evening’s congressional assembly had taken a lot out of him, and he had spent the last three orns soaking in his spa. He lifted his helm sleepily from the rim of the bathtub as the comm. came in, sitting up properly once he recognized the caller.

::You think I don’t know what a tea party is? I happen to host the grandest and most elaborate tea parties on Cybertron, Fallcore—:: His words caught in his throat and he rolled his optics, ::For sparks sake, will you quit swallowing your friends? You ought to be ashamed…:: Still, he wasn’t about to pass up a chance for Fallcore to pay him a visit, and with a friend, no less. ::Well, I should think that my parlor is a grander place to hold a tea party than anyplace you could think of.::

The seeker squawked in alarm at the mention of the medical kit, ::Heavens above, you insist on dragging your teeth over everyone that declines a chance to be eaten by you? I’m going to give you a good smack on the nose when you get here.::

Rising up from the tub and splattering his pristine crystal tiled floor with scented water, he fanned his plating and sent a ping to Heshia to prepare the mountain of oil cakes and warmed energon it would take to feed Fall. As for his new guest, well, if he was small enough to be swallowed, he was sure there was only so much he would be able to eat…

#vosnianprincess #koidogbot #Tea Time from The Pit

Given how many times angry or terrified voices have echoed within his brood pouch, Fall has gotten extremely good at ignoring it. The rage based screaming coming from a tiny dogbot is no exception, registering mostly as just like a buzzing gnat flying about his audials. The only words he responds to is Juke’s demand to know where they’re going, to which he responds, “To a galaxy far, far away. Stop worrying. You’ll like the mech I’m taking you to meet.”

Rumbling softly with amusement at the flood of ire from within his broodpouch, he turns his attention to the comm from Star, a wide flood of pleasure burbling through his frame at the sound of the Seeker’s voice. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt that giddy little tingle when listening to him, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

::Well, I had no idea you were such high society, sugarthrusters. Do you have pink doilies, and tiny pastries? Maybe little glasses of highgrade and servants to bring it in?::

He chortles, barking out a laugh at Star’s cheek as he ripostes, humor in every word he speaks, ::I only do it when they deserve it, or need it...I never needlessly swallow my friends, as you well know...Ah ah! They’re not the one that needs it, Lovey. You’ll see when you open the bridge for us.::

Hint, hint, Star. The faster it opens, the sooner you get to have a very smug and amused Fallcore eating ALL of your oil cakes and terrifying your staff...and plopping out a very annoyed and salty dogbot onto your lovely pristine flooring.

Adorable loud (and slightly leaking) houseguests, incoming!

goodquoteco

‘Are you always a smartass?’ ‘Nope. Sometimes I’m asleep.’

Jim Butcher, Blood Rites

(via hqlines)

#Fallcore. Always.

Tea Time for Three

Fall’s flight path isn’t exactly precise...he hadn’t planned out the staging area, nor what exactly he’d do past this point, but the valley in which he lands will serve nicely for now, depending on the eventual choice of destination. He also can’t help but he pleased at the fact that the sassy dogbot has stopped trying to claw his way back up his throat, the lacerations and chunks torn from his muzzle still stinging slightly in the rush of air around him.

Still, he can’t quite stop the pleased deep chirr that escapes him as he comms his Princess, ignoring whatever protests the cranky mech within his brood pouch may say. ::Hey Sugarthrusters, how would you like to go for a bit of ‘tea’ as the humans call it? Snacks, energon, conversation, meeting the friend I have trapped in my broodpouch, eh? I know, it sounds awesome. What do you say? Should I come to you, or you to me? Its been a while since I’ve been to you, rather than getting you to come here.::

He is just so casual, tacking that little tidbit of information in there as if it is no big thing...he just kidnapped a mech and swallowed him. No big deal. Totally cool. He’s only leaking a bit for half a dozen lacerations.

::Oh, and a medkit wouldn’t go amiss by the by.::

To his internal passenger, he chortles, ::We have arrived at stopping point one, please remain seated, and do not pull down your trays just yet. We may experience further flight delays and turbulence. Thank you for your patience, and your patronage in repeat usage of Fallcore Airlines!::

You don’t have to tell him how awesome his sense of humor is, Juke, he TOTALLY knows already.

#vosnianprincess #koidogbot #((Post Order: Fall - Juke - Princess))#((JUKE IS UP))

//How is my favorite mini today, hmm? Haven't taken any trips you need speedy transport for? I'm slightly disappointed.// The great dry humor in that deep voice speaks through clearly, even as Fall lounges happily on a mesa within Monument Valley, solar panels spread wide. Mmm warm.

Juke had been dealing with a lot lately. He’s surprised to hear from his ‘favorite’ noodly afthole, but he’s also stretched five ways to sunday.

:: What do you want, Fallcore, I’m a bit busy… ::

Juke felt immensely satisfied to be doing some damage, would have probably tore some pieces off given the chance.

As it was he was given none at all.

He was flung into the air, spiraling, only a few bits maybe stuck in his claws and a comical expression of shock on his still spread jaws. The fall felt like forever despite how quickly it was happening in reality. Just the dawning horror of the fact he was in the air and plummeting into a pair of jaws bigger than him.

Regret thy name is Juke.

He screamed, legs flailing and crystals a frazzled panicked yellow, dropping into the waiting maw like a very loud and wailing cactus. Meaning hard and with lots of points and spikes to greet the dragonformer.

A DEFINITE flinch makes Fallcore’s optics cinch shut as the dogbot enters his mouth and his jaws clamp shut around his prickly friend...OW. Claws on tongue, throat, and the edges of the entrance to his brood pouch. Its everything he can do not to spit him out and give a few good chews, or to crush the little frame with his tongue to stop the pain. Its only natural against the burning runnels in his tongue and throat. Damnit, Juke...just...get in there, you twerp!

::Try not to carve up too much of where you are, please, my hatchlings do still occasionally like to go in there to nap, and it takes more time for my self repair to fix than pretty much anywhere else on my frame.:: Tamping down the faint irritation from the more internal pain, Fall intones cheerfully as he stands, easily launching himself into the air with a soft grunt, and the loud sound of massive engines audible even through the thick plating of his throat and helm.

He has a mech to comm, and no time to waste, if Juke is going to keep freaking out....not that he blames him. Most small creatures panic when being swallowed, and the dogbot is no exception. Still, he has no doubt the mech at the other side of his comm will obligingly play medic for him. They’ll just have to wait and see.

Tea time awaits.

#koidogbot

Juke had been dealing with a lot lately. He’s surprised to hear from his ‘favorite’ noodly afthole, but he’s also stretched five ways to sunday.

:: What do you want, Fallcore, I’m a bit busy… ::

Adorable. Fluffy rage bunny. Harmless. Juke goes from agitated to furious in a flash, the nudging adding to it and making things worse.

He firms up his stance, snarling as his jaws part a bit at their bottom seam, “Harmless? Harmless!? I’ll fraggin’ show you harmless ya overgrown, rusted, slaggin’ sewage tube! See if ya look so smug later without a jaw!”

He leaps, jaws fully extended and all claws out, fully intending to rip Fallcore a new one.

The very edges of Fallcore’s massive maw quirk up in a slight smile as the miniature terror attacks his muzzle. Acid claws from xenomorphs? More painful, AND burny with a simmering pain that lodged into his sensors and lasted the better part of a Earth week. Metallic claws across the face from a creature that looked a lot like a really angry t-rex who then snapped the plating of his cheek paneling? Also far more painful.

A twitch of an optic is all he gives as Juke bites hard into one of his nostrils, indeed managing to make him leak from the more delicate scaling, the bright liquid trickling down his lip in a small torrent. Sharp claws rend angrily, making loud screeling noises as the tiny dogbot tries to get through the heavy plates upon his muzzle, managing to score and scrape the seams, drawing more minute trickles of energon.

Well...he gives him points for trying, at least. Crinkling his optics in a better smile than his rather inflexible face can manage, he rumbles out, quite cheerfully, “I think you have made a misjudgment of rather epic proportions, my adorable fluffy rage bunny named Muffin.”

That said, he’d plonk his aft down on the forest floor, and WHIP his helm up hard enough to give himself a momentary processor ache, wincing at the feel of ALL claws and teeth leaving his face at once. He doesn’t lower his helm, either, instead just opening his massive maw as wide as possible, a dark hole gaping at the back of his throat, open and just waiting for the dogbot to drop right in.

You really shouldn’t have made his nose bleed, Juke. Naughty rage bunny.

#koidogbot #((Nom.))

Juke had been dealing with a lot lately. He’s surprised to hear from his ‘favorite’ noodly afthole, but he’s also stretched five ways to sunday.

:: What do you want, Fallcore, I’m a bit busy… ::

:: Goody. :: The sarcasm is thick with this one.

Juke is too frustrated to really think of being nice to him, nor does he see the point seeing as Fallcore takes no offense obviously. Plus previous interactions has proved that the dragonformer doesn’t see him as a snack.

Once he hears the uninvited guest lumber close enough behind him he turns enough to look at him but not to really get up from his laid-out position, the sniffing and comments get a frown. “First you rudely interrupt me, then y’ invite yourself over without my permission n’ force me t’ accommodate you, n’ NOW you call me smelly. Thanks, I can feel the love already, this is exactly what I needed…” A whoosh of vents in exasperation. His accent was beginning to be more pronounced as his ire built.

Muffin? No, frag it, he wasn’t even going to acknowledge that to give the damned noodle an excuse to have it stick. “ ‘m fine, I have a ration ‘r two that I was goin’ t’ take in a bit before ya commed me, now… What. Do. You. Want? Y’ don’t just waltz int'a my territory without some kind of plan, if this is some social call you chose the wrong time.” He growls, standing and turning to face him.

His frame is tense, light crystals pinned firmly flat and set in an agitated red. He’s two steps from leaving this spot without a goodbye or guilt, bud. He shouldn’t be this snappish but… He had envisioned this day going much better. The fact that his plans fell through upsets and angers him greatly.

#koidogbot #((Adorable Fluffy Rage Bunny.))

The massive muzzle edges even closer, his heavy chin even going so far as to nudge into Juke’s personal bubble and bump his shoulder. For a long moment, he just stares at him calmly, a soft rumble of a laugh escaping. Not a single trace of being upset or offended is to be found in his stance or field, red optics calm and focused. “You needed to get that out, didn’t you?

Nudge of his chin…nudge…nudge…nudge. “Keeping in stress like that isn’t good for you, you know. It makes proper processing of energon difficult, and I’ve known a few mechs who have needed extensive frame maintenance from just letting their frustrations stay bottled up.”

Nudge. Nudge. Nudge. Snoof. Nudge. His giant nose is getting right in there, even going as far as to almost push him off his rock. Nudge nudge. “…I’m also betting you aren’t living with mecha that can deal you just going off the handle, are you? I mean, honestly, you don’t even register on the ‘I will murder you in pure rage’ scale that I’ve compiled. You’re like…a fluffy angry bunny that keeps hopping about and squeaking in rage. Adorable, but harmless.”

Let out all that rage there, Juke. Nudge. Nudge. Nudge.

Fall just tilts his helm when Juke finally asks the question as to what in the Pit he was doing there. “Well, I was down south, and thought you could use a change of scenery. Clearly, I am extremely right, you adorable fluffy rage bunny.”

Nudge. Nudge. Nudge.

Juke had been dealing with a lot lately. He’s surprised to hear from his ‘favorite’ noodly afthole, but he’s also stretched five ways to sunday.

:: What do you want, Fallcore, I’m a bit busy… ::

:: No, you’re more likely to cause my ‘quarry’ to have a spark attack and I’m trying to avoid that. I’m being serious on that, drop it. :: He said firmly, not leaving any room for that to be misinterpreted as anything but ‘I will deactivate you slowly if you dare’. :: She’s had enough scares to last her a life time, I don’t want to add to them. ::

He hears the thud in the distance so Fallcore is close to him. Figures that dragon would want to be here as fast as possible but this speed in which he arrived was odd… Was he stalking him? Didn’t he say he was generally in Africa? That’s a long ways out… A huff. Whatever, he’ll deal with it.

:: There’s no need. I’m not really in the mood. :: He says, being a bit more short with him than normal. Maybe he was a bit too stressed… Juke sighs and lays out on his sunning rock, waiting for his guest to arrive, no point in hiding.

#koidogbot #((Tact. Who needs tact? Fall doesn't.))

//Fine, fine...spoil sport. Well...we’ll see when I get there. I have all sorts of fun things on my processor that we can do...aside from terrifying more tiny bots into spark failure.//

Fall can’t stop the rumble of laughter from burbling in his chassis at the utterly disapproving and annoyed voice of the dogbot. Sassy little brat that he is, the sheer cranky snark is refreshing. The massive dragonformer has gotten used to so many different mechs either being outright afraid of him, or being very careful in their words given his size and ability to literally chew them out. Even a shuttleformer thinks twice getting rude with a dragonformer big enough to eat them, even if he has to gnaw on some pieces.

His pace increases as he gets closer to the destination he received the coordinates for, his heavy frame making the ground shake, even the massieve trees in the area losing a few bits of bark or leaves at his passing...and serving to effectively send every single living wild creature in the vicinity into a panicked stampede away from him. Hey, less problems picking fur and blood out of his clawed pedes then....or feathers from his intakes. Ew.

Fall immediately slows as he spots Juke basking on the rock, edging his gigantic helm down sloooowly until his muzzle is mere inches from the dogbot’s back. A LOUD inhaled vent draws Juke’s scent up into his massive chemoreceptors, and he SNOOFS it back out in a massive blast of hot air.

“...You smell like angry dusty mushrooms. Weird.” SNOOFSNOOF. Snuff.

“When was the last time you fueled, Muffin? You sound like you could use a top up.”

E: ::Hey Fallcore, I know you're probably really busy being a Mama, but I wondered if you could give me some advice...::

The dragonformer blinks absently at the comm as he lounges in his cave, surrounded and covered by a horde of tiny dragonformers all peeping and squeaking, tussling and nibbling. More than a few are just rolled onto their backs, snoozing away in the gentle warmth of the room.

::Well, I am covered in babies…so, I do have time. What did you need?::

He carefully nuzzles at his unhatched egg nest, carefully turning each one so that the warmth is equal.

He’s not the only one who knows just what a masterpiece of engineering he is. How smooth his flight was…Starscream could feel his systems lag and his struts loosen in obedience to Fall’s suggestion.

Slag, he wanted to snap back and return the dragon’s smug pride with anger. The two of them were a perfect match in terms of sharpness of wit. He was sure no amount of arguing was going to end in resolve. Fallcore carried on about the supremacy of his frame and systems, and Starscream had no wish to deny it. A shudder ran through his frame; Fall was superior to any advanced craft on Cybertron, no contest. Stronger, bigger, smarter and utterly, utterly perfect~.

He perked at the mention of the adeptness of his detection protocols. “You…you could really tell from across a galaxy?” The seeker swallowed heavily. That was incredible…He snorted at the notion that his safety was top deterrent, “I wouldn’t put it past a few of them to take a pot shot. I’m not exactly a popular monarch, you know.”

Deciding not to continue to exhaust himself, he turned over on his side, shuttering his optics and falling into the lull of the music, “I fully expect wherever you’re taking me to be the last word in beauty. And if that’s going to happen, you’re going to need to dial back that sass.”

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That wasn’t exactly the sort of singing Estella would ever call synchronized. Her optics frizzed at the sharp pitch of their combined, shrill cries. Oh dear, she was going to have to do something to help their vocalize more pleasingly.

Waving her arms over her head, she tried to divert their attention, “Hold on! If we’re going to all sing together, we have to learn to listed to the music, first!”

Crawling on her knees closer to Dipper, she smiled and scritched under his chin, “Here, listen, that’s called an oboe playing!” She mimicked the chord progression with her own voice, “Can you do it to?”

#vosnianprincess #((Dipper is a twerp. A big one.))

A low rumble of amusement sounds through the whole of the ship, an oddly comforting vibration that soothes anyone who are fortunate enough to feel it...in this particular instance, it also makes a point to focus right under the slender chassis of the seeker within him, the seat heating just a tiny bit more to make it that much more comfortable.

His voice takes on that familiar honeyed quality common to when he’s bragging just a LITTLE bit more. “It isn’t that hard, sugarthrusters. My kind had a habit of living in places that weren’t particularly welcoming. Our frames, our natures, are designed for detection and elimination of unwelcome visitors...we always had a scout, or a sentry sitting just at the edge of the galaxy to watch...wait, and listen.”

Fallcore falls silent at Star’s admission, rumbling softly once more in response. “Is that so?...How would your staff, or your nation, for that matter, respond to the sudden addition of a highly dangerous, unique and exceedingly handsome dragonformer and space cruiser to your side, hmm? I’m sure their reaction would be...interesting. Maybe I should visit when you’re in office some day.”

A low chuckle escapes him at that last snappy comeback, and he purrs, “Oh, I know you’re going to enjoy this, dollface...I can guarantee you’ve never seen the likes of this, nor will you ever again. Recharge, and I’ll work on my sass problem. Recharge well.”

Amusement runs through his massive chassis, and he glides on through space, confident, strong, and gaining steadily on their destination.

__________

The not so tiny bitlets stare at Estella as her arms begin to wave, falling silent one by one. Soon, she has an entirely attentive mass of bitties looking at her fixedly, a few soft croons escaping their jaws in response to her words, but otherwise obeying her like good babies.

Dipper chirrchirrs as she crawls over, squirming on his belly as she scritches his chin, a soft purrrrrr echoing from his tiny body. Bright optics blink, and he tilts his small helm, listening obediently. He is getting it, slowly...and tries to mimic her voice, his own high piping tones meeping over the scales as she does.

Slowly, the other little ones get it, one at a time, helms tilted back, throats vibrating as their immature vocalizers throb with sound, their voices ranging in tone from piercing and sweet to lower, but still young and high. It isn’t QUITE together, but the sound is getting closer!

Dipper, taking advantage of the close location of her face, makes a point to CHIRR loudly, and nuzzle her cheek, trying to lick her RIGHT in the eye.

Juke had been dealing with a lot lately. He’s surprised to hear from his ‘favorite’ noodly afthole, but he’s also stretched five ways to sunday.

:: What do you want, Fallcore, I’m a bit busy… ::

Oh frag no.

:: That is probably the worst idea you had yet. Ground your aft right now and keep bein’ a lazy slagger, do NOT fly here! I know you are, don’t even lie! ::

Frag frag frag, he cannot be here right now, who knows what will happen. Juke groans, stopping his search for Lingo and instead takes off in a hard run somewhere else, towards the tall redwoods deeper in the forest. The more distance he gets away from his ‘quarry’ the less chance she has to see the dragonformer.

:: Knowin’ you though you’re not gonna listen to a single word I say so at least listen to this, aftcracker. :: And he will ping a set of coordinates a short distance away from the base, :: Because that’s where I actually am right now since you bothered me in the middle of a search. ::

#koidogbot #((Hide and Seek: Fallcore style!))

Juke’s response prompts a loud laugh from Fall, the noise lost in the rush of wind about his form as he abruptly flips upside down, his form twisting and gracefully curling through the air. What a cheeky little mini...Primus, he enjoys verbally sparring with the brat. Still, proper form must be observed, and he manages to feign being insulted for all of five minutes. //Now is that any way to talk to a valued friend and guest?...//

A moment passes in silence before he snort-cackles into the comm, his voice becoming more and more amused as he continues. //You know me too well, pup. I’d started on my way before I even finished talking.//

A two beat pause, and he rumbles into the comm, obediently following the coordinates Juke had sent him, //Oooh, a search? Can I help? What are you looking for, little one? Can I sniff it out for you?//

Pushing himself to even greater speed, it isn’t long before the dragonformer gets a glimpse of the trees that block his flight...hmm...no choice to it then. With a thunderous growl of massive engines, he hits the ground with a resounding thump, the noise echoing into silence as he takes off at a swift walk in the direction of Juke’s coordinates, careful not to deliberately take down any of the woody tree behemoths. It would be a waste, honestly. //Coming, little pup. Are you going to hide for me? That could be fun!//

Juke had been dealing with a lot lately. He’s surprised to hear from his ‘favorite’ noodly afthole, but he’s also stretched five ways to sunday.

:: What do you want, Fallcore, I’m a bit busy… ::

#koidogbot #((The Unwanted Houseguest cometh.))

The massive dragonformer blinks lazily against the bright light of the sun, a thrill of amusement coursing through him at the snark meeting him from the other side of the line. It sounds like a perfect time to have a nice friendly visit over biscuits and tea.

//Oh, ho ho, do I detect some stress in your vocalizer? It sounds like you need a holiday...or a visit. Actually, that is an excellent idea, I’m glad you suggested it.//

The massive beast stands slowly, his solar panels sliding back into alignment. A good shake to remove the dust from his hide, and a nice stretch of his spinal cable and he leaps into the air with a heavy THOOOOM of engines starting.

//You’re lucky I have some spare time.//

notfalcor

Ripley crawled towards the back as fast as she could. Hicks grabbed her, and pulled her back close.

“EARTH!! YES EARTH!!” Newt screamed. She was so frightened! Newt was pulling at the walls as though she could steer Fallcore where she wanted him to go.

#theyxcomexoutxatxnightxmostly #((AUGH. I am slow. Apologies! D:))

Fallcore manages to hold back a snort of amusement at the thought that anything within the ship burning below could actually have harmed him. “Earth it is, then...if you could all move into the center of the room, I’ll be able to transform, and we can get moving back to your Earth.”

Once they shuffle to the center, Fallcore would transform, what had been a rather blank space with a squishy floor would turn into the vast room that was the bridge of his space cruiser alt mode, the vast black expanse of space visible outside the huge front windows. The plushly covered silver chairs that sit solidly in the center are gigantic, and would likely easily act as beds for his human passengers, assuming they used each other as ladders to get up on the seats...

“Make yourselves at home, it should be a while until we manage to get back to your planet. I may need general directions...your universe is unusual.”

E: ::Hey Fallcore, I know you're probably really busy being a Mama, but I wondered if you could give me some advice...::

::Well, I am covered in babies…so, I do have time. What did you need?::

He carefully nuzzles at his unhatched egg nest, carefully turning each one so that the warmth is equal.

Sweet merciful heavens…it was getting increasingly more difficult to stay angry at Fallcore. Even in his Palace, there didn’t exist a room so grand and beautiful to him. That frustration was taken over by childish giddiness and bright-eyed admiration as he explored the fixtures and gazed up longingly at the stars.

The chalice-shaped cubes pleased him greatly. Starscream poured a sweet-ice additive into his drink and took a long, healthy gulp. Already the energy buzzed in his processor and aided in getting rid of the anxiety and irritation still lingering. He sank down onto one of the plush couches and situated himself to be looking upwards. The seeker growled, feeling his tanks twist again in annoyance, “Do shut up, Fallcore. Believe it or not, I am trying my hardest to forget that you’re abducting me and doing my best to forgive you. For once, can you stop being such a self-satisfied slagger?”

Starscream’s vents hitched at the dragon’s admission, “YOU WHAT?! In the name of science, WHY?! Don’t you know that’s only going to piss them off and make them come after you? You think I want to have the guard come after you and kill you?! Fallcore, for slag’s sake…”

True to Starscream’s fear, Fallcore’s message was recieved with outrage and unease from his Palace staff. Without Starscream, they were left very vulnerable to attack from the resisting cities. The Captain of the Guard was quick to set a team to work tracing the signal of the comm. and assemble a retrieval party.

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Meanwhile, back at Fallcore’s nest, Estella was doing her best to come up with ideas on how to entertain the now awake bitties…If only she had thought to bring some baby toys with her. Maybe they liked music? Ah! She’d brought her battery record player with her…She put on a vinyl of the ‘Nutcracker Ballet’.

#vosnianprincess #((Augh. I FINALLY return. D:))#((So many apologies!!))

The smuggest dragonformer in the known universes chortles happily as he serenely flies on, engines propelling him effortlessly. He is a masterful piece of engineering and he knows it.

“Nothing is going to happen. They’re not going to kill me...” The snort that sounds over the comm-line is derogatory to the extreme. Like some backwards civilization is going to be able to hunt HIM down. He’s a pinnacle of engineering, and gorgeous to boot. “They wouldn’t be able to track me, I highly doubt they have shuttles or space craft as technically advanced as I am, and if they seriously find me, and try to take me down? I have you inside me. They aren’t that idiotic.”

Complete and utter confidence rings from every word that is spoken into the lush lounge that Star currently inhabits. He has no doubt that he can handle any sort of contingency that is thrown at him, a soft laugh escapes him as he continues to cruise blithely along. “Primus, Star, you worry too much. Do you think I wouldn’t notice if they even came within the galaxy I’m in? Every single shuttle or craft that I’ve encountered broadcasts LOUDLY without even trying...just the engine noise along is enough to tip me off.”

Have no fear, Star, Fallcore has thought of everything, and is completely sure he can manage to force you to have a stellar vacation without deactivating himself. If he had a helm to shake at this moment, he would. Instead, he keys on some smooth jazz and dims the lighting in the lounge. “Relax, enjoy.”

He can and will take care of anything and everything that comes about. Have no fear!

_____

As soon as the beginning strain of the music starts, every single one of the bitties just...pauses. Huge optics just LOCK onto the source of the noise, and every squirmy tiny dragonformer’s whole attention is on her, and the music coming from the machine.

Dipper perks up, helm tilting to the side. After a long pause, he lets out a long chirp...which turns into a high trill, which is immediately echoed by the entirety of his siblings, the noise forming in a bizarre chorus.

The cave just got a LOT louder as ALL of them try to compete for noise above the music.

notfalcor

Ripley had Newt and Hicks stay put while she grabbed the last few supplies. She was quick to find and collect their things and return to the strange beast. The woman hopped up, and right as she did, more xenomorphs attacked! Newt gave a terrified scream, and Hicks moved to shield her.

#theyxcomexoutxatxnightxmostly #Space Taxi at your service.

Fallcore’s jaw snaps shut around the woman, his mouth more than large enough to fit a single tiny human, though he does immediately demand on his internal intercoms, “Get back into the chamber, as fast as you can.”

Even as he says the words, the black aliens slam hard into the side of his helm, acid tipped claws digging shallow furrows into the slick plating of his helm. Well...that is RUDE.

As soon as the human gets back to the brood chamber, he seals the iris door shut, helm SLAMMING the creatures hard into the wall nearest his head, crushing more than one of the beasts with strange pops of acid that tingles over his seams.

Lovely. He’s going to smell now. Augh.

Ignoring the startled screeches of the remaining xenomorphs, he sets about escaping. He is so done with this place, this tiny, annoying smelly place with With a snarl so deep he rattles the hallway to the point where bolts begin to shear from the metal, he leaps, slamming himself through the upper floors of the thing he’d crawled into, claws lashing out to utterly shred the flimsy human construction...base...space station. Thing. Screw it. Up and up he goes, heavy armor simply crushing the flooring and walls as he goes.

Soon enough, he bursts from the exterior wall, massive thrusters BLASTING back into the space he’d just left...with some luck, it would explode, but until that point...he has passengers to deal with.

“And where would you like to go now? I know of a number of Earth’s that are still sort of normal, if you’d prefer that...”

E: ::Hey Fallcore, I know you're probably really busy being a Mama, but I wondered if you could give me some advice...::

::Well, I am covered in babies…so, I do have time. What did you need?::

He carefully nuzzles at his unhatched egg nest, carefully turning each one so that the warmth is equal.

Fallcore didn’t need to have a face for Starscream to be able to smell that smirk. It wasn’t making his sense of embarrassment any better. If the circumstances were different he’d be thrilled at having Fallcore all to himself out in the loneliness of space. He wished that things were different, and that he could enjoy being with him…

“You wouldn’t understand, Fall, you’re not the Queen. You haven’t been in Vos. You don’t know the way they’ve treated me. If you were me, you would feel the same way.”

Starscream rolled his optics at the obnoxious intonation, and pulled his shoulders into his neck petulantly. Twenty-two hours? Vector Sigma, where in the name of the heavens was he taking him? His frown lessened a bit when he mentioned the view. As grumpy and unhappy as he was…he wasn’t about to pass up the chance to get a good view of space. Because his altmode wasn’t suitable for space travel, this was a rare opportunity…

“…Fine. Where the frag is this ‘lido deck’? If I’m gonna be dragged through the galaxy, I at least want to get good and plastered…”

#vosnianprincess #Fallcore The Shit.#((I suggest chasing him down. The smug bastard.))#Enforced Vacation.

The smuggest dragonformer in the universe pings directions to the recreation deck, aka ‘Lido deck’, the highest and top floor of his massive form. The huge room is richly appointed with heavy couches in shades of silver with black accents, thick fluffy meshes drape everywhere, and a three hundred and sixty degree horizontal view of space is easily visible. Only the solid ceiling mars the view.

Under the windows are wide benches, intended clearly for inhabitants to peer out into the vastness of space. In the center of the oval space is a massive bar, with two dozen varying taps for energon, though only a few are color coded to high grade. Next to the taps sit chalice shaped energon cubes, along with dozens of tiny pots with ingredient names noted on each one. Star would be free to choose whatever flavorings he’d prefer for his highgrade or even for his normal energon. ALL of it would be of intensely rich quality, ranging in colour from blue, to brilliant pink and fuschia to a stark glimmering white of the triple distilled and irradiated ‘Primus Tits! That’s Strong’ highgrade, a product of his own solar and internal smelter conversion systems.

“You have free access to any area of the ship, since none of the panels can be accessed or hacked, you’re pretty effectively trapped within me, Star.” The rich voice of Fallcore sounds out over the intercom after a short pause. In that second’s delay, he sets about, relayed through four different universes, of a specific pre-recorded message to a certain mech within Star’s seat of power.

“I’ve also taken the liberty of contacting your home planet, telling them that I have kidnapped their Queen, and he will be returned only when my demands have been met, which I will be relaying to them once we reach our destination.”

If he wasn’t smug enough before, he is now. That message was a masterpiece, with every mote of information that was not necessary to get the information across utterly eliminated. He highly doubted the government would be THAT capable of hunting him down...pfft. Like they could.

Smugness radiating from every manifold and engine within the gigantic form, Fallcore glides on swiftly through space, intent on his destination. This WOULD be fun.

E: ::Hey Fallcore, I know you're probably really busy being a Mama, but I wondered if you could give me some advice...::

::Well, I am covered in babies…so, I do have time. What did you need?::

He carefully nuzzles at his unhatched egg nest, carefully turning each one so that the warmth is equal.

He was trapped. Utterly, utterly trapped. Without use of his comm. device, he couldn’t open portals to escape. As much as this had been a dirty, dirty trick by Fallcore, he knew he couldn’t attack him. Every strut in his body was urging him to unsheath his talons and tear his way out of here by any means necessary, but he just couldn’t.

Damn this beautiful, smart ass, bastard of a dragon.

He didn’t stay seated once Fallcore completed his transformation, pounding his servos in vain against where the controls would have been. Starscream shrieked and squawked, enraged and humiliated at how easily he’d been duped and defeated. Once he’d gotten all the anger out of systems, he fell to his knees and curled onto his side.

“Going on a vacation is the last thing I needed. You can’t know the importance of what I’ve been working on, Fall.”