The Terror Twins are watching Starscream. Either waiting for him to make a move or planing on making a move themselves.
Either way they're watching him, carefully. Quietly.
Sunstreakers claws flex, and Sideswipes grin is just shy of friendly.
( OwO Hewwo!)
(Hewwo to you!)
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Starscream, is by nature, a suspicious fuck of a mechanism. He's also endowed with some of the most sensitive sensors known to Cybertron— courtesy of being a Seeker. His wings flick backwards and forwards- the tessellated tiles shimmering faintly as the sunlight catches them. He's in the middle of scanning something, a datapad in one set of cyan claws- face twitching as he stares at the readouts. He was a scientist once. Being cloistered on the Nemesis has somewhat curtailed that, though with the recent energon spikes.... he's allowed to stretch his metaphorical wings.
And scan to his spark's content. He carefully crouches down, picking up a piece of ore in his other servo. It lingers in his palm as he runs the scanner over it, watching the chemical and geomorphic readouts scroll up in glyphs on the screen.
