#emperorofvos

[mightymegatron]

So, red is your new color? Isn't that Starscream's color? You miss him, bro? ;)

"I wore red long before I knew of Starscream. He is free to wear whatever colors he wishes, and I won't allow my own choices to be diminished simply because another has chosen similarly."

The final question merely gets an unimpressed glare. He responds dryly.

"Yes, I truly miss someone who I'm forced to work with on a near-daily basis, who berates me at every chance he gets."

[ask-smokescreen]

@emperorofvos from here:

Yes, if you want to be tossed in the air, it's best we do that somewhere without a ceiling. I'll come and get you momentarily.

Yes!!! Yes, yes, fuck yes! Did I use it right?

/He is sitting in a blanket bundle, head poking out whilst he waits for Starscream and/or waits to feel anything from his carrier and sire again./

[thepurpleprankster]

[Systems rebooting]

[...50%]

Skywarp wondered where he was. He didn't remember too much, but he knew his spark felt broken, felt weak, so he had run. Jetted off to space to the furthest point he could manage away from Cybertron to get away from anything his spark was trying to pull him towards.

[...70%]

But it had been so long, and even a mech in stasis had to wake up eventually to scavenge for energon to keep up the stasis. It had been far too long.

[...90%]

His systems weren't functioning as they should. He almost swore he could feel Starscream through their old trine bond, gently coaxing him to come home - to come to Vos.

That couldn't be.

[...100%]

[System Reboot: Complete]

[Systems functioning at 47%]

Skwarp blinked open his optics, the normal bright red now reduced to a dull maroon, his once pristine armour greyed, dusty and dirty. A mech edging on the side of offlining, but a mech who desperately didn't want to die. He survived a war, he wasn't going to die such a pathetic death and not before seeing--

His trine.

He wanted to see his trine one last time. He remembered a foggy dream, a hazy memory from his stasis, and in his tired haze, he didn't think as he opened his spark to his trine bond, letting them both know he was coming home.

A few years of stasis was nothing to a millennia of war. Even out in the cold harshness of space, Skywarp still knew where he could find Vos. His home was permanently his compass home.

He stretched out his frame, grumbling something akin to a yawn as he shifted and looked blearily at his self diagnostics that told him he wouldn't be able to make it home.

He begged to differ.

[mytimewillcome-archive]

Are you so *certain* you could defeat me in combat?

...Why are you that color, are you cosplaying as a corpse?

Uhg—

[highglossfinish]

Knock Out, I may have perhaps argued with some of your philosophies on aesthetics, but I have no one else more trustworthy of this question I've been pondering: Say I wanted to refresh my appearance. Not to swap out parts of my framework, necessarily, just a fresh coat of paint. What sort of colors would you suggest as most suitable for me?

...Black. The outer limbs, your helm and legs especially. Keep your faceplate silver and a portion of silver around the core to stand out and remind everyone of the good times.

Something light and vibrant on the accents, whichever color blows your winglets back.

[askarcee]

emperorofvos

Tsk tsk, Arcee. If you didn't want me to find your new blog, you shouldn't have made your username so obvious.

What the entire frag do you want?

[mightymegatron]

@emperorofvos

The bridge opened far enough away that he could be sure it wouldn't interfere with any rescue efforts already in progress, and in-progress they certainly were. Everywhere Megatron looked there were mechs of every size already in action, or waiting to be put into action. Vehicons, grounders, Blackout would be here shortly, and at least a score of various fliers and seekers- Seekers? At a sinkhole?

Ah. It only took him a few moments to pick Starscream out from the crowd, near a mining crew with old drillers setting up to start digging. He ran the rest of the way, before the drills could become active. It raised some ancient alarms deep in his memory banks.

"Starscream! Before the drills go down, has anyone been able to run a stability test on the rocks? If they start digging in the wrong place the hole could collapse further and widen its radius."

[ask-smokescreen]

Smokescreen, you're never late for Stitching and Bitching. Where are you?

Bitching? I can bitch?

...

I'm a little stuck. Can you help me?

/His voice does sound younger, with different beeps mixed in as he talks and tries to swear./