#aircommndr

[13urningstars]

... casually changes starscream contact name. Don't worry, stinkscream is actually much more flattering then the old one.

[trustme-imamedic]

@aircommndr has been producing alot of great art recently and I have yet to finish the one picture I started for them, so for their troubles I decided to write them a lil ✨️ drabble ✨️ based on what we were talking about last night >3c enjoy~ //

Pharma stood with a glass of energon in his servo, resting it against his streamline chest as his other hand stretched out before him, showing off the detail of its fine craftsmanship to an ambulance named Wrench (Pharma had yet to put that together) who examined the servo totally intrigued. The jet was laying on the charm down hard and the fellow medic was just eating it up.

Around them was mecha chattering, the atmosphere of the party calling for a more hushed manner of speaking, pompous mecha standing around with champagne bragging about themselves in dim light. This seems to be something these aristocratic mecha participate in often. 

When Pharma had decided to make his leave from Starscream's side, someone had brought their conversation into the realm of the economy, and post-war economy was not something the surgeon really cared to talk about. Nor did the chancellor. Regardless, Pharma was an audial shot away, and though he was rather distracted, he could still hear Starscream's voice through everyone else's. It was hard not to. 

Starscream was plenty capable of taking care of himself, guards were off doing Primus knows what and Starscream had a venomous enough glossa that not many mecha dared to challenge it— except this one mecha Starscream was conversing with. With a change in Starscream's tone, Pharma glanced over to his direction to see what could have caused it, only to notice a bit of aggravation in Starscream's body language.

Pharma makes a face, but it didn't seem like much so he continued his own conversation— making a handsome little smile down at the ambulance that gently looked over his blue servo, assuring he had the surgeon’s attention. 

Though it did not last long, Pharma's wings twitching hearing a few more distasteful words from the conversation a few feet away, both of the medics looking over to see what looked like Starscream becoming a bit overwhelmed by the other mech's relentless bombardment of accusations and back handed questions. Watching the ex Decepticon get maliciously bullied by some pompous prick was enough to make Pharma's energon start to boil within him. He'd noticed Starscream looking around trying to find a way out of it, whether that be a reason to walk away or the attention of a guard, but Starscream found neither. 

"Please excuse me," Pharma says to the medic, sitting his glass down on the nearest surface. Wrench of course picking up on the tension smiles, assuring him that his exit is understood. 

The jet walks over next to Starscream, the smaller red flier glancing up at him in a way that said one million things in that one second without speaking at all— the offender was just about to get out the rest of his sentence when Pharma sat his servo on Starscream's shoulder and gently moved him behind him creating the distance between the two mecha that should have been there the whole time. White wings wave out wide, Pharma invading the offender's personal space about like they were doing to Starscream and looms close, glaring down at the mech that gazed up at Pharma dumbfounded. "I suggest you learn how to speak to your leader," That CMO voice rumbles out, white armor rising to make the surgeon look like the big predatory bird he actually was. "—or I will be more than happy to teach you the lesson." 

Blue digits curl into tight fists, icy optics glaring down into the soul of the other mecha causing them to swallow hard, but Pharma was steady and relentless so the mecha finally backs down, mumbling something along the lines of an apology before they quickly left the scene. 

Finally Pharma deflates, turning around to see Starscream looking almost just as dumbfounded as the offender. "Perhaps it is about time you made your leave," Pharma suggests as he offers his arm. Starscream quickly recovers with the shake of his helm.

"I ahm—" Starscream looks around "–perhaps you're right.."

[trustme-imamedic]

gives Pharma a friendship bracelet that says "Primus wont let us die"

He has a matching one

Wow Starscream, he absolutely loves it!

[rxng]

@aircommndr

"Such as the Grand Plan demands."

"... in Optimus' case, at least. You are simply especially beloved."

[dizzydiodes]

@aircommndr

You know you missed me!

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@aircommndr

( SOUNDS LIKE ORDER DOESN'T WANT YOU. )

[rxng]

@aircommndr

Still reading his datapad, he lifts a spare hand to rise up a terminal and cord.

"Have at, love." He says, crossing his legs to tuck himself up beside a tree. Mm, cozy. "Try not to delve too deep. You're quite grand, but still mortal. Might be a bit overwhelming."

[rxng]

"I think a batch of a hundred is a good start, don't you?"