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Starscream: Trauma? PFFT-! What trauma?

Starscream (internally): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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If Optimus was being honest with himself, he would admit he was lost. Oh, he certainly knew where he was physically, but beyond that… Well. It had been several decacycles since his dismissal from the Autobot Academy and the quiet revocation of his citizenship to the Commonwealth, and he still did not know what to do with himself. He had left the only home he had ever known in a dingy little one-bot ship, and all he’d felt since was an all-encompassing numbness.

It was on this little backwater planet just on the edge of Decepticon Territory that Optimus was bartering. He’d managed to get his meagre savings before they closed out his account, at least, but it had only gotten him so far. He was using the last of his credits to get some (low-grade, because it was all he could afford) energon. “With what I have, I should get at least three cubes, not one!” Frustration tinged his voice as he desperately tried to talk the merchant out of ripping him off. It wasn’t as if he could take his business elsewhere; this was the only merchant here that even had energon.

“One cube,” the merchant said, beedy optics narrowing and a nasty little smile crossing his face. “-Half a cube, for an Autobot like yourself.”

“I’m not an Autobot,” Optimus ground out, grinding his dentae at the admission, “Come on, it’s not like any other bots would buy this stuff you’re trying to pass as energon.” No bot in their right processor would drink it, either, but his energy levels were creeping into the ‘running on fumes’ level so it wasn’t as if he had much of a choice.

The merchant looked as if he was about to taunt him a bit more - perhaps threaten to drop the ration down to a quarter of a cube - but just as he was about to speak, the seedy bot’s gaze slid over Optimus’ shoulder before stiffening in alarm.

#deceptixms #☾ nemesis prime au ☽#he's doin his best #but he's over his head and doesn't know how to be alone #prime pickings for the recruiting comittee

A Not-So-Friendly Meeting (Closed Rp with purplexcanon)

Starscream was always rather curious about what other realities might be like, so when he discovered he had the ability to travel to these realities, he had immediately begun to do that. This wasn’t the first alternate reality he’s been to, and it certainly won’t be the last. He flew around the ‘new’ area for a bit to properly see what he might be getting into before he came down and landed gracefully.

At least it wasn’t like some of the other realities where everything is odd or out to get him. It was nice to even get away from the craziness of his own universe and stretch his wings. Preparations for his Halloween party were complete. That one Megatron alternate that he really liked had been invited. Well, he had sneakily left an invitation the last time he was in that universe. That Megatron should have found it. He was much smarter than his alternate whom Starscream had terminated. And also classier... and much better composed... and much more considerate and nicer and had a really charming smile and... Oh, he was thinking about him again...

He shook the happy thoughts that made his spark flutter with glee and weightlessness away and focused on looking around and gathering data.

#deceptixms #dat megaboi #he dreeemy #purplexcanon #references

Only a matter of time (Closed rp with deceptixms)

Finally all repaired and fueled up, Starscream felt like he was at the top of his game. Like he could take on FIVE Megatrons and win! He decided to go exploring the omniverse just because he could, tearing open a random portal with his claw and going through. Once he was through, he transformed and took to the sky, observing the alternate Earth beneath him.

He wasn’t going very fast. Just a cruising speed he was comfortable with. But something caught his optic. He couldn’t quite make it out. So, being his normal nosy self, he landed nearby as quietly as he could and attempted to sneak up on... whatever it was. His struts made it a little difficult to step quietly, but he managed.

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“-And remember, Optimus, there is nothing to be afraid of!”

The last words spoken to him by Alpha Trion as he left his meeting with the Autobot Council still reverberated in his audio sensors, and while they had surely been said with good intentions, his uneasiness and self-doubt only grew. Tonight was the final night before Optimus would enter the Primal Basilica and accept the newly awakened Matrix of Leadership, and, unsurprisingly, no amount of kind reassurance could settle the anxiety roiling in his spark.

The Matrix had awakened shortly after their triumphant return to Cybertron, pulsing in tune with the spark signature of the bot that would carry it. No one was as surprised as Optimus himself when it was determined that it had pulsed for him. Officially, Optimus Prime had accepted his fate with great honor, humbly swearing to serve his people in the eyes of Primus. Nothing less was expected of the hero of Cybertron, the one who’d brought Megatron to justice and returned the Allspark to its rightful home.

Unofficially, Optimus wanted nothing more than for things to go back to how they had been before. A Space Bridge Repair Bot as THE Prime? He was just an ordinary bot, not the exceptional Autobot specimen they tried to make him out to be. At least he had the rest of the night to himself, away from the incessant media and the Council breathing down his neck, reminding him of everything that rode on his shoulders. He wished he could visit with his team and draw courage from their support, but the Council had unofficially put him on house arrest - for ‘his own safety’, they assured him. Optimus personally thought it was a load of scrap, because there was no one else in the universe he trusted more than his team.

Once he was safely into his apartment and away from prying eyes, the poor Prime (or, Soon-to-Be Prime) let out a very long ex-vent. Optimus didn’t even bother to turn the lights on when he walked in the door; he figured a nice evening of reading out on the balcony with a cube of high grade was in order, in hopes he could calm his nerves. He knew that, with tomorrow hanging over him, there would be no recharge tonight.

He dragged himself over to the energon dispenser, his plating fluffing out and relaxing from the close proximity to his protoform he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding it to, his EM field slowly but surely extending out after a day of holding it in very close to himself to avoid giving away his unease. So absorbed in his thoughts, he completely failed to notice the visitor lurking in the shadows - nearly comically so, for after he’d gotten his high grade he distractedly wandered through his sitting room and fetched his favorite datapad.

‘Oh, the balcony’s already open,’ He thought to himself, taking that first sip. ‘I must not have shut it.’ And then he stopped dead, EM field prickling in suspicion, for he had shut that door that morning and locked it for good measure.

#deceptixms #☾ ★ not throwin away my shot | megop ★ ☽

Well Megatron did intend to send this poem anonymously, to not scare the young Prime off, but - somehow - he forgets to block his signal. | Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm using my servo, but thinking of you. | [ aka. can't send this on anon. have your terrible love poetry. he'll do better next time. ]

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Well, this was certainly... unique. Optimus reads and rereads the message, and then double-checks the source - yep, from Megatron.