The Prince of Vos

The Allspark Hunt

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The massive machine tilts its great head down to stare at Megatron. “Did you do what they say?”

Megatron glares back. “I sought to cyberform Earth, yes – but it belonged to us anyway. Cybertron and Earth have been connected from the beginning. The Autobots came to Earth because they were fleeing war.”

Even as he speaks, Megatron studies the body of the titan, and his hands tense around the hilt of the Dark Star Saber. He does not know this newly born being, and if his words don’t persuade it, it may attack at any moment. His best bet will be to drive the blade deep into one of the titan’s massive leg joints. The corrosion should at least enable him to cripple it.

Or so he hopes.

But he has to smile at the persuasive words of the two Starscreams. Convincing words have always been their greatest talent.

“They are right, “ Megatron says. “The Allspark that gave you life – what have they used it to do? To give life to you and your brethren in the middle of a battle.“ His optics flare bright crimson. “To demand you give your lives for a cause you do not know.

“And what they say is true. The Autobots held the Allspark long ago, during the war. They recognized its power to create life – and to create new warriors. They knew that if it fell into my hands, I would use it to win our war. They knew what would happen to them if I did – and they decided to cast the Allspark away, to render the Cybertronian race itself barren rather than see me build an army. And yet they use it now, themselves, to bring you and the others to life so that you can fight us.”

“What else could we do?” Ratchet calls from the spot on the ground where Megatron kicked him, his voice a jangling, staticky wheeze. “Decepticons destroy everything they touch.”

The titan’s gun points first at Megatron, then at Arcee, then at Megatron again.

Megatron smirks. “We rebuilt Cybertron. They did not.”

The newsparks lower their blasters and stare at one another in bewildered confusion. The ship hesitates.

“The hell with this,” cries one of the newsparks. “These – Autobots – created us. The others are our enemies.” She trains her gun on Princess Starscream and fires.

The Princess’ spark fluttered in a kind of hope, his face softening as he watched the titan hesitate. The Autobots’ defense of themselves was weak at best, and the newspark showed signs of having enough balance of thought to consider the benefits of taking the side of the Decepticons. He did his best not to let any eagerness show in his expression, holding his position at Megatron’s defense.

Starscream kept his optics trained upwards at the titan, “We just want to start our lives over. Yours…and theirs…” He gestured to the flock of newsparks, “haven’t even begun yet. You have an opportunity to make up for all of our mistakes now, to finally put all of this senseless fighting behind us. We want our world to be better for all of you. You can help us–”

His words shuttered and died as the gunshot pierced through his neck cables. He whimpered and crumpled to his knees, fingers pressed to the wound in an attempt to stifle the bleeding. Slag, that hurt…the seeker gurgled and spit energon leaking from his mouth, his vents straining to cool his overheating frame, “Don’t…don’t….Please don’t hurt them…” He looked towards the newsparks, “They’re only children…”

He dropped his Star Sabre, his fingers doing little to stop the droves of blood pouring down his chest. It was doubtful he could fly…

Slag.

Starscream had hoped that the giant machine---along with all of the other newsparks---could be swayed by his calculated words (along with those of his allies), but it seems that not all of them had been moved by the truth. For as soon as the newspark had opened fire, it the standstill had come to an end, and all cannons are raised once again.

But it seems not all of the newsparks fully agree with the one that had fired her shot.

“The Autobots forced us to fight!” one of them cries out, and raises his weapon at the first newspark. “If they really are the good guys, then why would they let us die like this?”

Another joins in, shouting, “But if the others were any good, they wouldn’t be fighting us! He---” and she points toward Megaton accusingly, “---he killed one of us!”

The group of newsparks erupts into argument, weapons drawn, faceplates twisted in anger.

And Starscream---always cleverly taking advantage of the situation---sees this as his cue to act. Silently, as he ensures the rest of the crowd is too enthralled in their tiff, he approaches the Princess and hauls him over his shoulder. Then, innocently, as though he intends to do nothing more than tend to his ally’s wounds, he turns his back on them. Yet he then opens his channel and quietly whispers a command to Hullblade, who had been hanging behind an asteroid during the entire event.

::Open fire on the small blue Autobot---aim to kill.::

For in her possession still remains the Allspark, held close to her chest---and, if it is pried out of her hands, they would still have a chance to get it back from those filthy Autobots and depart this miserable space.

And, as the argument rages on, the voices are abruptly drowned out by the sound of a laser shot, and a scream from the two-wheeler.

The Allspark Hunt

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Megatron slices the air with his blade again, sending a new nova of energy at the newsparks rushing to join the Autobot fighters.

And at Ratchet, who is still rushing at Megatron, his faceplates twisted in blind, unreasoning rage.

He leaps over the arc of energy, apparently given speed and power by sheer determination alone, and lunges at Megatron. With a roar of irritation, Megatron kicks him aside.

Megatron has no time to see what happens to the newsparks – he sees some frames fall, but how many, or whether it is possible for any mech to survive the Dark Star Saber’s power he does not know.

He has worse things to worry about now than a few confused, newly-born soldiers.

The energy of the Allspark envelops Ultra Magnus’s ship in a flare of light, bright as Cybertron’s daylight – or Earth’s. Megatron bellows in rage and defiance, but the Allspark’s power has already given the ship life.

Before their optics, it begins to shift, lightning crackling over its new-awakened frame. Plates lock together with deafening clacks of metal against metal, forming legs and arms and a massive, mighty head.

The ship’s guns bedeck its arms. They hum with unbridled power.

The thing’s optics flicker. It frowns, its gaze sweeping over the battlefield, the fallen mechs, the fighters both Decepticon and Autobot. Is it… deciding what to do?

After a long moment, its stern face glares down at Megatron. Its optics flare with cold blue light.

“You,” it says. “Leave. Now.”

Megatron studies it as best he can, his gladiator instinct telling him he won’t have long to search its frame for weaknesses.

“Leave now?” he says, his voice a snarl of anger. “You know nothing about what is happening here. You know nothing about why these mechs brought you online – or how their actions left our people lifeless and prolonged a war that left our home needlessly barren.

“Our home and yours,” he finishes. “You too are Cybertronian.

“And Cybertron belongs to us.”

They were on the cusp of victory. All those Autobots had to do was get in their ship and leave! How had they managed to reclaim the Allspark when Megatron wielded the Dark Star Sabre? He swooped down to the ground, making sure no more Decepticons were giving chase to the newsparks before turning his attention to Lord Megatron’s altercation with the ship.

Something inside him snapped at the giant Cybertronian’s command. He turned indignant, rage-filled optics to Arcee and Ultra Magnus before reaching into his subspace and drawing his own Star Sabre.

“If anyone should leave, it’s you! You abuse the power of the Holy Allspark, and spawn life only to throw it away! Throwing children out to be living shields! You have no respect for our world! No respect for our brothers and sisters! Only your precious ideologies! Cybertron deserves more than that!”

His face was nearly manic with emotion as he looked to the ship, “Listen to Lord Megatron! The Autobots don’t care about our fellows…” He gestured to the herd of confused, frightened newsparks. “They don’t care about our planet. Join us, and we can all go home, together. We can go home.”

As the light from the Allspark swells, Starscream veers off course, knocked again out of his jet mode, and he holds his arms over his optics to veil his gaze from the overpowering light. For a while he floats amidst the debris of sliced frames and rocky asteroids until, at last, the holy glow of the Allspark vanishes, and when he removes the shield of his arms from his face---

His tanks churn with dismay. There before them stands a mighty beast of a machine, its cannons aimed directly at his comrades. A loyal portion of himself thinks to swoop in and aid them, but he realizes that, if the newly-formed Cybertronian intends to fire, he would be demonstrating such valor foolishly. If he dies there with his Master, who would be there to carry on the Decepticon banner? Soundwave? Knock Out? Shockwave? No, Starscream has to survive, that stir within him never completely fading, and if that meant abandoning the corpses of those fallen to the Autobots, there would be no other option.

So Starscream hangs back---and yet, as he continues to observe the scene from his faraway vantage point, he can clearly that the newly-born machine is thinking. Despite being a newspark, it seems that it is able to take into consideration Megaton’s and the Princess’ words, for they speak with such intense conviction that it cannot be ignored.

Finally, it lowers its cannons and turns from the group of Decepticons to glare at the Autobots that had instilled life in its lines.

“Is it true? What they say?” it asks in its booming voice.

Needless to say, Arcee and Ultra Magnus are taken aback, shying away from the lumbering ship. They had not expected it to question the purpose of its birth; they had merely expected it to raze the Decepticons to the ground, and then the Allspark would be theirs once and for all.

And yet the creation wishes for the truth.

“We---“ Arcee at first murmurs, but the next time she speaks, her voice holds more power. “We didn’t have any choice in the matter! Megatron---the mech who stands before you---had every intention of destroying the planet on which we had made our home---“

“Cybertron?” the ship interrupts her inquisitively, confused by her narrative.

“Well, not---not exactly.”

As Arcee falters, Ultra Magnus steps forward, attempting to embolden Arcee and reinforce her explanation, “The Decepticons intended to destroy Earth, where our home base is located, but he would certainly spread his destruction to the rest of the galaxy---the universe, the multiverse. His thirst for power is endless---“

“Or so you like to say.”

At last Starscream descends, though he does not land beside his comrades. He perches cautiously on the next available asteroid, his voice coaxing as he addresses the enormous newspark, “The Autobots make all of these suppositions, and yet look around you---look at all of the lives that have been squandered around you. You see in their servos the object that blessed them with life? The blessing was only granted for them to be cast into oblivion. So who here do you see causing all of this destruction?”

Starscream shook his head, the motion chastising the Autobots as well as expressing his pity. “The Autobots always boast their morality, and yet before you has been shed the energon of their own brethren---by their own hand.”

A note to my followers

This message has been a long time coming (and probably is completely unnecessary, evident by how little I’ve been around, which is why I put it off), but I’m going to make it anyway. For a semi tl;dr, I’ve changed my Rules page to reflect this note.

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“Oh I know plenty about bargaining.” Starscream replied, all pretense of play leaving his form. His expression fell into something almost predatory, optics narrowing at the subtle jab to his intelligence. “And I know enough to know that I have nothing to offer you.”

The seeker leaned forward and templed his talons, studying and watching his alternate for any sign of weakness. “I know that you contacted me with absolutely no pretense or knowledge of who or what I am; you knew that I met your Megatron. You may know all that I told him, in which case you would know that in my universe, we lost. I have no army. I have nothing to bargain with.

“Which means…” He tilted his helm minutely, “Either you are planning something - say, overthrowing Lord Megatron, perhaps - and need allies. Or you perceive me as a threat…” A predatory smirk spread over his features, optics lighting up with dark amusement. “Oh my. Now that possibility is quite interesting.”

A sharp laugh, followed by an exaggerated gesture toward his surroundings---toward his private quarters, rich and bright with various trinkets, with an open, floor-to-ceiling window squarely behind him, golden sunlight streaming in and giving the chamber a warm, radiant glow. It was a room which would have made Starscream jealous, had it not been his own.

“If you had an intention to frustrate me, you have failed quite thoroughly---in fact, you have merely amused me. For what reason have I to desire a throne when I already own one of my own? And what have I to fear from you, a lost and lonely mech that just happens to share my designation, and who apparently holds no sway over the multiverse, save the fact that his spark has impressive longevity?”

Though his alternate’s second assumption had actually been true, Starscream believed his act turned out to be rather convincing.

He followed with another amused chuckle, then, “The reason I prefer to keep my contact list so open is because, as I have learned over time, everyone has their potential uses. Even the most miniscule of mechs may serve as perfect fodder for my needs.”

Again, back to examining his talons.

“I suppose I had expected more of you than I should have, given the magnificent name you carry. A pity. I always do count on my alternates to be just as stately and refined as myself, only to end up disappointed on most counts.”

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“I’m sure you do.” The seeker smirked, his tone smooth and self-satisfied. He was so, so sorely tempted to push the subject, just to see what would happen.

“Oh yes. I have many skills and such in my arsenal - immortality, for one. But whether or not I would use them at your disposal remains to be seen. After all, your land means nothing to me. Unless of course, you’re offering to give it up.” Starscream snickered at that, flashing his fangs in a grin.

“Apparently,” Starscream stressed the word, “you know less about bargaining than I had originally hoped.”

And what was this about so many of his alternates having immortality? He supposed he himself had a brand of it, as his spark had become infused with the power of the Dark Energon running through his lines---but he was not about to put that notion to the test.

“However, I shall keep the offer on the table, for there is no real reason for me to withdraw it,” Starscream continued. “If you are in distress, you know my frequency. But be aware---I do not engage in kindness out of the generosity of my spark.”

He imagined his alternate would be able to understand at least that.

The Allspark Hunt

Megatron leaps through the portal, roaring, already prepared for battle.

He takes in the sight with a glance, a skill honed and perfected long ago in the Pits. The Allspark, lying on the ground. The Autobots, hastening toward it in a bid to protect it.

And closer to it, a ring of newsparks, their forms unfamiliar. But new as they are, they are not so new that they don’t know how to shoot. Blaster fire blazes all around him.

They did it, he thinks, and roars anew. If he believed in sacrilege, this would be it.

After Optimus Prime himself jettisoned the Allspark, sent the future of all Cybertronians hurtling into the depths of space – these newsparks are Autobots.

Or think they are.

There is no time for a distinction now.

“Decepticons,” he bellows, “Attack!”

He sweeps the Dark Star Saber in front of him, and an arc of energy speeds from it, toward the newly-born.

Most roll out of the way immediately, with clumsy leaps. One transforms and drives away, racing toward the outer perimeter of the Autobots’ little outpost.

One is caught by the flame, the rusty human-metal of its frame consumed. Light pours from the seams, life-bright, the flare of a dying spark.

Then the lifeless frame, animated just minutes before, crashes to the ground.

Ratchet screams something. Megatron is too busy readying for another attack to hear exactly what. Something about Megatron being a butcher, a monster, a murderer of children – a word he must have picked up from the humans.

Ratchet rushes at him. He’s handled this before. He growls, fires, watches the Autobot throw himself out of the way as the others converge.

Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and some of the newsparks rush toward the fighters. Arcee heads toward Starscream, and the other newsparks come with her, no doubt frightened of what Megatron just did to their sibling. Ratchet spares one last growl for Megatron and hastens toward the Allspark.

Ultra Magnus races into the ship, heading for the weapons controls…

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MTOs, most of them… Onlined only to be thrown into a fight, with barely a thought of their own in their minds. Ready for battle, just taught how to keep a blaster straight and where is the trigger. It’s almost too easy.

Above him, a slightly familiar EMF. His optics moved up and saw an interesting-looking frame. Yes, that field he was able to distinguish no matter the universe. Starscream. Deadlock hissed and yanked his servo again, finally taking out the short blade from the Autobot’s helm. His frame was already dirty with energon and the battlefield spread in front of him. Not minding his wounds, he walked forward, taking the plasma rifle onto his arm and taking aim, covering a vosnian seeker. That was an unusual colour they had. He or she, whatever the pronouns were. No time to think about such nuances in heat of battle. It was easy enough - provide firepower that would go past the seekers and try to aim right at the Autobots.

Of course, up to one point. Soon, he had to transform into his altmode and grind his wheels against the loose dirt, speeding past some of the mechs and ramming into a group of newsparks, probably trying to avoid the blast coming from Megatron’s sword. It was a magnificent weapon. The eerie purple glow of it made his plating shudder. Or maybe it was the cyberdrenaline hitting, just as he hit one of the older Autobots. He was big and just a bit clumsy with his mace. Too slow for the speedster, who took on him, recklessly ignoring the lost, slightly frightened newsparks having troubles to aim properly at him and not at their swamp-coloured colossal ‘friend’. It was so easy to just use one fast-shooting blaster and a short plasma blade in order to let it ‘lick’ at other’s pistons and cables, drawing energon.

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He had to look away from the mechlings being slaughtered. Kids always got to him. No matter their affiliation, it was ugly business ending the lives of tiny ones. Starscream turned his attention to Megatron. There would be no victory for the Autobots now; his strength was too great for a band of wayward scouts to overcome. Their recovery of the Allspark was assured. He felt himself grow a little giddy in excitement. With his might, Megatron would restore their home…

Something the weak-willed, wishy-washy Autobots never would.

He banked away from the flash of the Warlord’s blade, keeping his nose pointed straight and his plating tucked in tight. His armor was in no shape for ground confrontation. Not that it mattered; a densely-plated, broad-framed mech was sweeping the ground of enemy attack. Starscream balked at the raw aggresion and power of his attacks. It was a wonder his engine didn’t burn out…

Ultra Magnus seemed to be attempting a retreat…Poor younglings…If he fired a wide barrage and drove them back towards the ship, it would spare them an unnecessary death…The seeker swept down towards Deadlock, soaring just above him, ::Many thanks for your help. Don’t waste your energy on these addle-brained sparklings, my friend. I’ll sweep the refuse out to keep your path clear for the veterans.::

Trying to draw the youngings away from Arcee and into a single group, he fired wide-spread shots, herding them towards the ship and away from the crux of the battle.

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As Starscream was keeping himself to the side while the battle raged on in front of him---laser fire from every direction, space debris colliding heavily amongst itself, globules of energon floating through the air---he focused his optics in order to complete his main purpose at this point: lock back onto the location of the Allspark and, using his lithe, quick form, retrieve it from the fray and call a bridge so that the victorious Decepticons might make their retreat.

He caught sight of the Autobot ship beginning to fire rounds from its cannons, Ultra Magnus behind the controls, shots trailing after the various Decepticons in its scope. Suddenly, a wave of crackling violet energy swooped across the ship, cutting the fire, blowing its power, and forcing the large Autobot commander to roll out of the now-shorting machine.

But at long last, he spotted it: that glowing, holy light, still spiraling in the darkness, seemingly untouched by the ravages of the battle surrounding it.

---Yet it seemed that he was not the only one that had finally found the time to search for it. That two-wheeler was also using her thin frame to quickly bounce from asteroid to asteroid, helm turning this way and that as she scanned the area. And what was worse was that she was far closer to it than Starscream.

‘How dare you!’ the Decepticon commander hissed mentally, and, with a bit of difficulty, he shifted into his jet mode and sped in the direction of the Allspark, intent on scooping it up and away from the filthy hands of that Autobot. He skillfully weaved around the laser fire, keeping himself far from enemy and ally alike, heading in a straight line---

Then Arcee caught sight of the brilliant glow of the Allspark, and with a strong kick-off, she captured it, hugging it tight to herself as she floated back down to another asteroid.

A shriek escaped Starscream as he fired his lasers, but she kept moving, back toward their ship---back to where Ultra Magnus now stood, glaring at the violently short circuiting machine after being cut into by Megatron’s massive blade.

“Our ship is completely out of commission,” Ultra Magnus growled, optic ridges furrowed in frustration. “How are we going to---”

And here, Arcee held up the Allspark, catching the other Autobot’s attention.

“I think I got a pretty good idea.”

Before Starscream could get close enough, the two-wheeler turned the power of the Allspark on the dead Autobot’s ship---instilling it with life once more.

Unsurprising. He had not come across even one universe in which Vos had not been razed, its beauty burnt away forever. He may not have been a prince like so many others, but he had still loved his city. His home.

Starscream was brought out of his musings and memories as his alternate continued, still insistent on an…alliance of some kind. With he, a mech who had nothing.

Suspicious, to say the least.

Narrowing his optics, Starscream leaned back in his seat and tapped a claw to his chin, studying the slender seeker. “And just what is it you want from me, my dear alternate? After all, all you know about me is what I have told you, and that I once had a chance run in with your Megatron.” He let out a light chuckle, “Quite forward, isn’t he?”

Starscream absorbed that last comment, determined to hide his bitter scowl, and responded blandly, “Indeed. I know that forwardness very well.

“That aside, as for what I want from you---well, whatever I might ask of you, of course,” was Starscream’s nonchalant reply, optics shifting from his talons back to his alternate. “Despite your lack of ownership over your own tract of land, you do bear the designation ‘Starscream.’ I am absolutely certain you yourself have your share of things to offer.”

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“I do know what to expect in alliances; I know even better what to expect from myself.” The seeker smirked, falling silent again until his alternate asked his question…and he wasn’t a fan of that tone.

“Mm,” Starscream grunted, arching a brow with mild disinterest. “You’re another princeling, aren’t you? I’m starting to think I got the short end of the stick here.”

The seeker slouched in his seat a little, idly studying his claws. “No. I was created little above the station of a guttermech - needless to say I did not stay in that station for long. As for Vos…” Crimson optics turned back to the screen, carefully devoid of any feeling, “It was razed. And I doubt the Autobots will be rebuilding it any time soon.”

Momentarily, Starscream set aside their battle of wits, not bothering to hide the slight sneer that overcame his features. Though there was a possibility that his alternate may not have had strong ties to the Vos from whence he hailed, he knew far too well the sting of having what was taken from him. The tale of the fall of Vos around the multiverse was a personal one for him.

“I, too, share that experience,” the silver Seeker admitted in a growl. “Razed by the very ones that had sworn its protection, leaving it nothing more than ashes.

“But now,” and he sat back, faceplates smoothing back into their previous display of confidence, “my Vos has been reborn, without the help of those traitorous slags.”

Back to examining his claws as he went on, “Despite that, I might still consider an alliance with you. I have much to offer, after all, and if you have something I want, I have no doubt at all that I would have the ability to reciprocate.”

[[So I’m going to attempt to update Starscream’s Contacts page, because the one I had was way super outdated and had a bunch of people who aren’t active or that I have otherwise lost touch with (which is all my fault, def not blaming anyone but myself for my lack of activity).

So far I have

emperorofdestruction

vosnianprincess

silvertongueseeker

choochoomotherslagger

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cruel-singer

since I know that all of you are still active and I’ve done fairly recent interactions with.

However, if you are active and I just haven’t seen you on my dash (since I’m kinda only semi-ish here sorta), and we’ve done a good bit of interacting, please notify me!]]

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Starscream threw his helm back and let out a harsh laugh, lounging back in his seat and proping his pedes up on the console. “Very convincing. Might have worked, had I not been a master of that very same trick.” He chuckled, “I do believe I like you.”

He was better than that pathetic alternate he had killed before, at least…

The seeker made a thoughtful sound, smirking at his alternate. “I’ll bite. Say we form an…alliance. What’s in it for me?”

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The slender seeker was not one to enjoy being mocked in such a fashion, but he had learned to maintain his composure, examining his talons nonchalantly, his brilliant eldritch optics half-lidded.

“You should know what is expected of alliances,” Starscream replied with a sly grin. “You are in distress, I aid you---I am in distress, you aid me. Establishing trade agreements, opening our borders to one another---”

He then moved to tap his claws together, tilting his chin down to examine the

“Ah... you... do have control over your own city, do you not?”

After all, he knew quite little of this alternate---and if he actually didn’t have the same power as himself, Starscream felt no shame in flaunting his own rather royal status.

“Business?” The seeker snorted, wings flicking in mild irritation. “None. I was travelling and I found myself in a strange place. He ambushed me on rooftops, and we…Talked.” And vaguely threatened, as was his wont around any Megatron.

Starscream arched a brow, talons drumming rhythmically against his arm. “Is there a point to this?”

Well obviously, but Starscream wasn’t about to let the other know what this conversation was really about.

“Since you and my Master are on what we might call speaking terms, for lack of a better phrase, perhaps you and I should go about forming an alliance of our own,” he suggested, raising his optic ridges over his gleaming violet optics disarmingly and pressing his slender digits to his chestplate. “And it is always ever-so nice to have a pauldron upon which I may lean in times of distress.”

Yes, that way he could keep an optic on this other Starscream, and figure out just what his angle was. No one better even consider attempting to take his place at Megatron’s side---in any way.

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“Hm.” The seeker shrugged, crossing his arms loosely as his alternate stated his purpose. Really, red would suit him better…

“Your Master?” Starscream’s optics narrowed briefly, studying what he could see of the slender mech… “Ah, yes! Pointy Megatron.” He chuckled, tilting his helm with a smirk, “We talked and he twisted my wings. Literally. What of it?”

How could Starscream go about addressing the situation without outright explaining the rather... intimate relationship he and Megatron shared? It was true that it had gotten to a point where it wasn’t really a well-kept secret, but he much preferred keeping his private life as private as possible.

“Might I inquire as to exactly what business you had with him?”

Yes, that was a good start---simple enough, nor too intrusive or revealing.

Alternate. May I... have a /word/ with you?

“You’ve already had several. I don’t see why n-” Starscream’s sass cuts off when he turns to his alternate, looking the slim creature up and down. After a beat he speaks in a most serious tone, “…Purple is not your colour.”