DeceptiCrew

To say Starscream had been on a losing streak recently was an understatement. He had barely escaped both the decepticons and the autobots with his life, his t-cog was damaged and his clones had utterly failed to take his revenge on Megatron for him.

When he first spots the two flyers in the air he expects them to be vehicons, so he dives for cover. Peeking out from his hiding place, he sees as they circle back that they have different colourations than Megatron's usual goons.

From this distance, it's impossible to tell precisely who they are, but they're seekers for certain. They're probably bad news, yet his spark can't help but swell with hope. What if it's them?

No, no that was fanciful thinking. They were both offlined long ago, back when he was still proud to be the Decepticon air commander. Now he's grounded and alone, this was just another cruel trick the universe wanted to play on him.

He brushes the branches which had stuck to him off his form hurriedly and gives a little cough to alert them to his presence.

Starscream makes a show of batting him away, pretending he doesn't actually want to be hugged. He may not be their commander anymore but he still has standards.

He responds incredulously. Starscream couldn't admit he'd lost his flight capability, how would they respect him after that? No, lying was definitely the better choice.

To say Starscream had been on a losing streak recently was an understatement. He had barely escaped both the decepticons and the autobots with his life, his t-cog was damaged and his clones had utterly failed to take his revenge on Megatron for him.

When he first spots the two flyers in the air he expects them to be vehicons, so he dives for cover. Peeking out from his hiding place, he sees as they circle back that they have different colourations than Megatron's usual goons.

From this distance, it's impossible to tell precisely who they are, but they're seekers for certain. They're probably bad news, yet his spark can't help but swell with hope. What if it's them?

No, no that was fanciful thinking. They were both offlined long ago, back when he was still proud to be the Decepticon air commander. Now he's grounded and alone, this was just another cruel trick the universe wanted to play on him.

He brushes the branches which had stuck to him off his form hurriedly and gives a little cough to alert them to his presence.

Starscream makes a show of batting him away, pretending he doesn't actually want to be hugged. He may not be their commander anymore but he still has standards.

To say Starscream had been on a losing streak recently was an understatement. He had barely escaped both the decepticons and the autobots with his life, his t-cog was damaged and his clones had utterly failed to take his revenge on Megatron for him.

When he first spots the two flyers in the air he expects them to be vehicons, so he dives for cover. Peeking out from his hiding place, he sees as they circle back that they have different colourations than Megatron's usual goons.

From this distance, it's impossible to tell precisely who they are, but they're seekers for certain. They're probably bad news, yet his spark can't help but swell with hope. What if it's them?

No, no that was fanciful thinking. They were both offlined long ago, back when he was still proud to be the Decepticon air commander. Now he's grounded and alone, this was just another cruel trick the universe wanted to play on him.

He brushes the branches which had stuck to him off his form hurriedly and gives a little cough to alert them to his presence.

"You are a strange little creature, perhaps a predacon clone that escaped autobot destruction?"

Shockwave muses aloud, eyeing them inquisitively.

He starts to mutter off some calculations, then comes to a decision.

"Dragonsbane? An interesting choice of designation. Chosen because of your alt-mode, perhaps?"

"You are a strange little creature, perhaps a predacon clone that escaped autobot destruction?"

Shockwave muses aloud, eyeing them inquisitively.

He starts to mutter off some calculations, then comes to a decision.

Steve rushes into the room, it's visor scanning the area for the medic. As soon as it sees she's in, it rushes over to her.

"We have to leave. Now. Autobots have boarded the ship, essential non-combat officers are to be evacuated via the ground bridge."

The sounds of fighting are alarmingly close by, and unfortunately in the direction they should be heading.

It corrects itself, knowing she'd told it previously the formality wasn't necessary.

Steve signals for her to wait as they approach a blind corner. Peering round it ducks back quickly as a photon blast buzzes past where its head would have been.

He hasn't had much luck in his encounters with them.

He asks nervously, not looking forward delivering the news to Megatron that he'd be out of action for any amount of time.

"Perhaps if l just engage at long range?"

Starscream replies with a sigh, he seems to spend most of his time grovelling at their leaders feet these days rather than having his suggestions taken into account. It's all politics, even if it is rather humiliating.

Knockout replies, more than happy to keep up the back and forth banter (especially when it came with compliments for him).

He whistles at Starscream's new 'paintjob', and Breakdown elbows him as though that's going to make him behave.

"Silverwings. Got it."

The bulky bot replies with a nod. Knockout meanwhile is already planning his next nickname for the Seeker. He will think that over as they walk.

Their usual drinking place is the only place they know to take Starscream. It isn't exactly classy, but it's a place where questions aren't asked, ID isn't required and the high grade is cheap enough.

Breakdown will get the first round, he never has a problem getting service unlike his smaller companions who could be overlooked by the crowd.

"The night is young, let's get it started before we grow old!"

Starscream first impression of the place isn't a good one. Not that he had high expectations considering where he was, but this place is horrid. But he follows the pair, sitting down and accepting the glas his given.

"My, isn't this a... cosy place. Do the two of you come here, often?" He tries to be smooth about it, it isn't good to insult his guides this early into the night. He clinks his glas with a smile, drinking is god. No mater where it is done.

Bulkhead replied honestly, he's more of a straightforward mech than anything else although Starscreams distaste doesn't go over his head.

Knockout is already nudging a second drink towards the Prince, he's looking forward to an interesting night out.

"A skirmish with the autobots, I...may have ended up underwater at one point. Is that at all relevant?"

They're relieved to hear its nothing major, although the idea of taking it easy makes him chuckle bitterly.

He asks nervously, not looking forward delivering the news to Megatron that he'd be out of action for any amount of time.

"Perhaps if l just engage at long range?"

"Oh save me the lecture, I'm not some rookie here to prove how tough they are. You said it yourself you're not Vosnian trained, I can't see my wings so the only way I can tell what you're doing back there is by feeling it."

It's complicated.

The pain comes sharp and fast, despite their best efforts at being gentle. Heated plates soften the wing blades metal, correcting the curves slight deviation before diving in to the wings gears. "Oh. That explains a lot. Were you in any.... arctic conditions lately? You look to have a busted bolt that could have been causing the whole thing." They noted the water and freeze damage that sacrificed the bolts integrity.

"You're lucky. This is an easy replacement." They would feel a tiny heat near the bolt. "I'm spot welding it to hold everything in place while a new one is printed out. You can fly in the meantime but nothing insane, alright?" Before they even finished, they closed Starscream up, pulled the tendrils back, and offered a servo up.

"A skirmish with the autobots, I...may have ended up underwater at one point. Is that at all relevant?"

They're relieved to hear its nothing major, although the idea of taking it easy makes him chuckle bitterly.

Starscream cuts in, practically screeches, before coughing as if to clear his voice and repeating more calmly.

"I'll stay awake, if it's all the same to you Doctor."

A Seeker's wings mean everything to them, the idea of being parted from one even temporarily is enough to send a shudder through him. Megatron has threatened to have them removed in fits of rage, although the second in command had proven too useful with them to ever warrant him following through.

That may play a part in why he wasn't particularly keen on any decepticon handling his wings, he never knew who may be ordered to dispatch with them as some cruel punishment for his failings.

"Oh save me the lecture, I'm not some rookie here to prove how tough they are. You said it yourself you're not Vosnian trained, I can't see my wings so the only way I can tell what you're doing back there is by feeling it."

Starscream replied almost good naturedly, he liked this sort of back and forth banter. Back when he flew with the elite trine the bickering was incessant, a fact he had grumbled about at the time but truly missed now the skies were silent.

He'd expected the medic to put up more of a fight, in fact how quickly he rolled over gave him more cause for concern. They were used to Knock Out practically bullying them into necessary medical procedures, it had taken orns for the racer to quit asking about their wings.

The threat of medical leave confirms is suspicions. So this is blackmail, either let the medic here look at his wings or be shipped off to god knows where. Megatron would replace him in a sparkbeat, leaving now would just open his position for another.

Soundwave likely was listening, and given how keen the officer was on him that only really leaves him with one choice. He gives out a frustrated growl, and practically hisses his next words to the doctor out of reluctance to say them.

Their plan had backfired. Getting Starscream away from Megatron had been the goal. Just for a short time, for his repair systems to kick in and give him a break. On top of that, "I do need to inform you that I lack the correct certifications to make calibrations for Vosnians. However, I can at least straighten out your left wing. I understand you should know the drill by this point, but protocol states I must ask if you would like to be unconscious, remove the damaged wing for remote repair, or take the pain patch and stay awake without feeling anything for the procedure." While Trojan spoke, the ships paneling seemed to clench a little tighter.

Starscream cuts in, practically screeches, before coughing as if to clear his voice and repeating more calmly.

"I'll stay awake, if it's all the same to you Doctor."

A Seeker's wings mean everything to them, the idea of being parted from one even temporarily is enough to send a shudder through him. Megatron has threatened to have them removed in fits of rage, although the second in command had proven too useful with them to ever warrant him following through.

That may play a part in why he wasn't particularly keen on any decepticon handling his wings, he never knew who may be ordered to dispatch with them as some cruel punishment for his failings.

Starscream replies amused. It isn't like the medic has made his distaste for his colleague subtle.

His dimeneour entirely shifts when repairing his wings is mentioned. For a second he tenses, optics wide and then something snaps.

"No one touches my flight systems! That's an order."

Even if he has been veering off to the left, for kilo-cycles. If he weren't actively undertaking surgery right now, he would have left at just the mention of it.

Their servos flew up defensively. "As you command." Typical Decepticon behavior. But, it made sense. Trust is a more valuable currency within the ranks than even lives or energon. As a medic who prided themselves on....actually being good at their job... Trojan knew when to just let sleeping tanks rest.

"Affirmative. But I am still writing up orders for you to go and visit with a certified Vosnian mechanic." Their voice shifted, becoming more gentle. "I will handle telling Megatron that you will be away for a while. Better to spend the lunar cycle on medical leave, than have his second crash and burn."

Starscream replied almost good naturedly, he liked this sort of back and forth banter. Back when he flew with the elite trine the bickering was incessant, a fact he had grumbled about at the time but truly missed now the skies were silent.

He'd expected the medic to put up more of a fight, in fact how quickly he rolled over gave him more cause for concern. They were used to Knock Out practically bullying them into necessary medical procedures, it had taken orns for the racer to quit asking about their wings.

The threat of medical leave confirms is suspicions. So this is blackmail, either let the medic here look at his wings or be shipped off to god knows where. Megatron would replace him in a sparkbeat, leaving now would just open his position for another.

Soundwave likely was listening, and given how keen the officer was on him that only really leaves him with one choice. He gives out a frustrated growl, and practically hisses his next words to the doctor out of reluctance to say them.

season 3 episode 10 , the empath. trigger warning for injury and death. feel free to change things as needed.

❛ I don't think I can stand another week in this godforsaken place. ❜

❛ Who's out there ? ❜

❛ What happened to them ? ❜

❛ Where's that sound coming from ? ❜

❛ That's a nasty cut, _____. Does it hurt ? ❜

❛ We're not going to hurt you. ❜

❛ That's my observation, for whatever it's worth. ❜

❛ I want to know what's going on. ❜

❛ I can’t seem to stand up. ❜

❛ Do you feel alright , _______ ? ❜

❛ Don’t worry about me. ❜

❛ Did they hurt you ? ❜

❛ Staying here alone could be dangerous. Come with us. ❜

❛ Look at this stuff. ❜

❛ Their own imperfections killed them. ❜

❛ You said you'd let them go ! ❜

❛ What is it you want to know ? ❜

❛ What is it you hope to prove ? ❜

❛ If my death is to have any meaning , at least tell me what I'm dying for. ❜

❛ If you live, you will have your answer. ❜

❛ What is it ? What have they done to you ? ❜

❛ You lie still. ❜

❛ How do you feel ? ❜

❛ I‘m tired. ❜

❛ Can you recall what happened ? ❜

❛ I - I can’t remember. ❜

❛ Take it easy. ❜

❛ What’s the matter with me ? ❜

❛ Men weren't intended to live this far underground. It's just not natural. ❜

❛ I’m a doctor , not a coal miner. ❜

❛ I'm not a mechanic. I couldn't get that thing to work no matter how many notes you left. ❜

❛ The decision's mine. If there are any decisions to be made, I'll make them. ❜

❛ I'll tell you what you need and when you need it. ❜

❛ That's it. Just lie down and relax. ❜

❛ You have simplified the situation considerably. ❜

❛ Your action is highly unethical. My decision stands. ❜

❛ The best defence is a strong offense, and I intend to start offending right now. ❜

❛ You don't know. You're not a doctor. ❜

❛ Time grows short. ❜

❛ I can't destroy life, even if it's to save my own. I can't. You know that. I can't let you do it. ❜

❛ To offer is not proof enough. ❜

❛ You don't understand what it is to live. ❜

❛ Love and compassion are dead in you. ❜

❛ You’re nothing but intellect. ❜