I am Starscream, former Commander of the Decepticons, now the ruler of Vos. I have been tested many times to reach where I am today. The Great War is over, and I have been given charge of my former home. For stellar cycles, I have been working tirelessly alongside the new citizens of our citystate to rebuild Vos better than ever. My life has new purpose because of it. I will not rest until I create a future worthy of myself, my conjunx, and the future generations of Cybertron. M!A: None
....I'll admit, your take on me took me through quite a roller coaster of emotions. Parts stung, but I can't say it was untrue. Still, you ended a far more positive note than I expected, and I suppose... I ought to thank you for that.
"I cannot... I cannot in good conscience hold you to the same standards as my own. You and he are separate individuals. I know that you committed the same crimes, but ... you are you. And he is him. This world and the world I come from are as different as they could possibly be -- and you, in part, are responsible for that."
This is hard.
"This place, this city, this planet... has benefited from your existence. I cannot say the same. I am as easily forgotten as the freshly fallen snow on a cold winter morning. But not you. Hold that. Remember it. Serve it from now until the Well reclaims you."
That...is far kinder a response than Starscream ever expected from a Dreadwing. To be told that his existence has meaning and a positive impact on the world, after being certain for so long that that couldn't be the case...
It gets him a little emotional. He needs a moment to get a hold of himself before he replies.
"Thank you, Dreadwing. I...think the same can still come true for you. You are alive. You have time still to make your mark on the world."
He's not sure why his first response is to try and assure Dreadwing in return. Perhaps he knows it is the best thanks he can give.
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M!A: When your despair peaks and you realize the misery of the world, you will transform into something far greater and more terrifying than you could ever be.
It had been so, so long since he'd felt this bad.
After bonding with Steve and making progress with restoring Vos, Starscream had begun to believe that maybe he'd never experience the true depths of sorrow he'd felt during the worst years of the war.
How terrible, when one begins to hope too much. It's like the show told him, about joy and despair...
The devastation in his spark is pulling him down like a black hole. All he can think is how stupid he is to have lost his temper again, to have burned bridges with allies, when he said over and over that he would stop--
When Starscream abandons the gathering of multiversal mechs and returns home, he doesn't tiptoe to his room to join his beloved conjunx in berth. No, that would be the smart, healthy choice to do.
Instead, he goes into his living room and drinks highgrade alone.
He didn't have much to eat tonight, having had more than enough solid fuel yesterday, so it goes to his helm pretty quick. It's why he ignores it when he hears a strange voice in the room, thinking it's just an auditory hallucination.
"Ah, it's almost perfect again."
He takes another sip.
"But don't let the energy of your emotions slow to this dull trickle. You must make your fall into despair explosive, like it was before!"
Starscream swivels his helm to find a strange mechanimal on the adjacent couch. It looks somewhat like a cybercat, though from its ears sprout long probes. It looks to Starscream with beady, magenta eyes. The Seeker reacts immediately, snarling and tossing an empty cube at the thing, who easily dodges the shattering glass.
"You really do have quite the temper problem!"
"Get out of here!" Starscream growls. "I'm not falling for your fool's bargain again! I'm lucky to have come back from it!"
"Ah, but that is the wonderful thing about you Cybertronians!" The little mech answers. "Your sparks can be regained with the right kind of energy! It is so easy to harvest your emotions because your soul is already separated from your bodies, and with yours coming back so fresh, there is a chance that emotional energy can be taken all over again!"
Starscream's optics widen. "What? You mean there is a chance that I could--" He gulps. "B-but no! It can't be! We have no contract, and I won't let you make my spark into a soul gem again!"
"That may not even be necessary with you, Starscream," says the little creature, tilting his white helm. "The contract may still be in place because your spark regrew. We're so very excited to see what may happen when you reach your peak despair again. Perhaps something new could take place, like the Doppel phenomenon in Kamihama City!"
"Get out!" Starscream shouts, moving to swipe at the thing itself. He manages to graze it well enough to cause a spray of energon, but the mechanical still runs off and disappears out of his window.
Steve comes into the room then, turning on one of their lights. "Star? Wh-what's going on? Did someone break in? Are you okay?"
Starscream turns to face him. "Everything's fine," he says despite the broken shards of glass and energon stains behind him telling a very different story.
magic anon: before the weekend your paint job turns white. if you look at someone you like or have a crush on it turns pink. stays until sunday night
When Starscream wakes, it's to an empty berth. Not that that's terribly surprising. His mate is always up and active before him. He might have checked himself in the mirror if he didn't smell something sweet coming from the kitchen.
"G'morning, Starshine~" Steve greets him without turning around, knowing he's there simply from the sounds of his heels on the floor. "I'm making pancakes with mercury syrup, you want any, honey~"
When Steve finally does turn to look back to his mate, he's quite surprised by what he sees. His conjunx's entire frame is stark white, though that changes in just a moment.
"Huh?? Star, how are you changing color like that?"
"How am I--?" Starscream glances down at himself and realizes that every inch of him is a bright, hot pink. He groans. "Anon magic...."
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As soon Blackguard felt comfortable - both physically and mentally - she headed for Vos, pinging Starscream of her departure and again when she was nearing the arrival point. She wouldn’t be hard to miss, the air-chopping sound of her rotors distinguishable and her green paint sticking out against the sky above. Once she had Starscream in her line of sight, she descended from the skies and landed heavily - but hopefully not obnoxiously - a short distance away from him, then closed the gap with a brisk stride and a beaming visor. “Starscream.”
Oh, thank goodness.
The first ping was appreciated, the second was rather unnecessary, given the volume of her approach. There certainly weren’t many copters in the skies of Vos, so he noticed her right away.
After years of having Megatron make his heavy and dramatic landings right beside him, Blackguard isn’t much of anything. Right away, he starts in full schmooze mode. Starscream bows to Blackguard, rotating his servo as he lowers himself to her. “Blackguard! So glad you came. Thank you so very much for this opportunity to better introduce myself.” He straightens up and beckons her to follow him with a digit. “Come, come, you won’t want to right to try this place out.”
The restaurant he’s brought her to is rather modest in size, though it extends it reach with the beginnings of a crystal garden. Inside are plenty of small, cozy tables set up all around. Some are in more private corners, others are beside bright, shiny windows. As Starscream leads her inside, one Eradicon staff member bows low and offers a greeting.
“Good afternoon, Emperor. Did you get your wings waxed? They look extra shiny today.”
Starscream is polite enough to stop just a moment to respond. “No no, no wax, just gave them a good rubdown today.” With another wave of his finger, he bids Blackguard to continue with him. They pass a light curtain into a fully windowed section just beside one of the garden patches. Though other tables are set, he brings Blackguard to the largest one. He even remembers to pull a chair out for the lady first. “After you~”
Something about the way he bowed to her felt off, but Blackguard refrained from commenting on it and brightened her visor to hide her wariness. She was judging him too quickly and too harshly, and she knew it, but knowing something and actually doing something about it were two different things. “And thank you for inviting me.” She trilled at him before following him inside.
The view was pleasant; Pompous and definitely designed for mecha of higher class and taste than her, but still pleasant and very admirable. And in post-war environment Blackguard didn’t feel as though she were an odd, poor-now-rich mech sticking out in the crowd but just one of the many patrons. Whether this was on purpose or not was beyond her and she wasn’t going to waste time or energy thinking about it. She was here to enjoy herself (or at least attempt to), not fall into another pit of anxiety.
She waved to the Eradicon as they passed them by, admiring the many views of the garden until Starscream finally picks out their table, and her seat. “My, my,” she hums, carefully sitting down and splitting her rotors over the sides of it, “You’re pulling out all the stops for me, aren’t you?”
Of course she was intended to feel like just another patron here. The new Vos was all about making high-class luxury available to everyone. And Starscream was hoping to make her feel right at home.
"Well, I've got to work hard if I want to make up for my dreadful previous behavior," he replies as he takes the seat across from her. "Now please, feel free to peruse the menu and order whatever food and drink you'd like. As I said, it's my treat."
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Have a Soundwave here to offer a signal blocker and firewalls to keep pesky greyface beings away for a few hours. NO, he will not acknowledge anything at all and only comm with pre-recorded sound bites to avoid speaking to Emperor. This is still awkward. //slides this over and dips
Starscream is quite surprised by the message he receives in his comms. He's not sure if any more eggs are supposed to come at this point, but he can't be too careful. He'll activate the blockers and give a grateful ping to the sender.
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M!a: woe, baby upon ye. The very last egg you lay today will be extremely large- and it will contain your first offspring, a mix of yourself and your empress. Long live Emperor Starscream, first of his name.
"No, wait...you can't...!"
Starscream cries out in pain, doubling over as he clutches his middle. He feels the plating there begin to expand against his servos, and it feels like he's close to burst as something keeps growing bigger and bigger inside of him, shoving aside all of his innards and nearly making his cockpit break from how quick he's forced to grow.
The door to his home suddenly opens. After a brief moment of panic, he's at least relieved that it's only Steve arriving home.
"Star?! Star, what's wrong? I can feel you're in trouble!"
Thank goodness his bondmate only uses that little pet name of his. Starscream weakly calls out to Steve to tell him where he is. The Vehicon gasps in shock when he comes upon his poor conjunx.
"Star!" Steve practically skids to his knees beside Starscream, taking one of his servos in the one functioning one he has. "What's, what's going on?"
"M-magic...." Starscream manages to get out before he has to throw his helm back in a howl as another growth spurt happens. "Eggs--d-don't use my full name. Makes more. Already h-having big one, said to have our--nnnn!--o-our sparkling..."
Steve's optics bulge wide. "Our...sp-sparkling? Are you serious...?"
Starscream grips his servo tight as he keens. "I'm n-not ready yet! This wasn't--th-this isn't how it was supposed to be!"
"Sh-shhh, shh shh, i-it's okay..." Steve moves forward to pull his mate's helm against his chest. "I-I know, but...l-let's just tackle this one step at a time. You gotta get this--egg out first. It's okay. I'll help however I can..."
Steve releases Starscream only so he can bit him to lean back against the wall while he gets between his legs. He opens Starscream's thighs back up and holds them in place. Steve's faceplate glows when he notices his mate's already begun to dilate. "Okay....whenever you feel ready, j-just push, okay? Here--you can even squeeze my fake hand while you do." Thank goodness he won't be able to feel anything from it.
Starscream gladly takes it as he cycles air, fighting to aid his fans' efforts to cool his frame. He pushes when he feels his valve bearing down on the giant thing. As he works, Steve finds himself looking around.
"So uh....I guess that answers where all these came from," he says, almost to himself. "And here I thought this was just a joke the guys used to make about Seekers..."
Starscream only ceases pushing long enough to give his conjunx a mighty frown, but then his frame almost resumes for him. Ugh, of course this last one has to have a weird texture to it too. He feels more bumps dragging along his inner walls as he slowly pushes it forward...
"Oh, Star, you're doing good! I'm starting to see it! It's, uh, green?"
Starscream cries out as he keeps working, his valve being spread obscenely wide. It hurts, but after all of the earlier stimulation, his sensors are a bit...twisted. It doesn't help that Steve is petting his legs and murmuring sweet words of encouragement to him.
He nearly loses progress when he hears a sudden VOP! in his living room. "Screaamyyyyy!" comes the distressed call of familiar vocals. "Are you here?? TC and me could feel something was wrong!"
Steve gulps. "U-uh, kinda..."
"Ah!" Thundercracker appears first in the doorway, Skywarp peeking over his broad shoulders.
"Is--is he in labor?!" Skywarp gawks. He then looks at all the eggs scattered around the floor. "Are these yours?! I thought that was just an old joke!"
As Starscream groans, Steve answers him. "U-uh, yeah, he's kinda in labor a little bit. Pl-please don't say his name though. It'll, uh, make it worse..."
Thundercracker is quick to act, pushing Starscream away from the wall just enough so the slightly larger Seeker can move in behind him and let him lay against his chassis. Skywarp drops close beside Steve. "It's okay, Screamy! we're here too--ah frag!!"
"I-I don't think nicknames count..." Steve quickly assures him as he strokes Starscream's servo.
"...Are you running a charge?" Thundercracker suddenly asks, able to feel it off of Starscream's frame from this close proximity.
"S-sorta?" Starscream whimpers. "I--I can't help it. These things have been stimulating my valve..."
Skywarp leans in closer, his optics glowing brighter. "Weellll....do you think it would help if you could finish?"
Starscream's and Steve's faceplate glow bright, but the trine leader huffs. "M-maybe. I don't care, just do it. I can't take having this thing stuck in me and the charge..."
At his word, Skywarp reaches around Steve for Starscream’s valve. He uses two digits to repeatedly stroke his outer node. His trine leader quickly falls apart against the eldest member’s frame, releasing a stream of barely-coherent gratitude and strings of names as his valve twitches and clenches. At least he's beginning to feel more pleasure than pain, and it does make it easier for the egg to continue forward. Steve can now see that this egg is covered in little porcelain leaves and pink roses, and those roses even help to stimulate Starscream's node further as they slowly brush past it.
The silver Seeker whines loudly, the egg finally reaching its widest point. He shivers, spread as wide as he possibly can be and stuck on the edge. Thundercracker can feel how close he is. He has to wrap his arms around him to keep Starscream from moving too much or sinking too much into the floor.
Steve suddenly gets an idea. Taking a gentle hold of the sides of the egg, he says his sparkmate's name just once. It's the last push Starscream needs. The pressure finally crashes down on his frame, bearing down on that last egg until it pops right out of him. Only Thundercracker keeps him held upright as he’s left panting and shivering all over, a bit shaken from feeling Starscream’s charge dispel so close to his frame.
Steve is left to catch the egg. Knowing what's supposed to be inside, his spark grows tight as he rotates the big thing in his servos. It looks like a big rose bush. At the wider end of it is a lone, brilliant diamond. He gasps, surprised that the gem is actually a button when he lays his servo over it. All four helms turn as the thing opens up to reveal...
Another statue. It's the size of a newborn sparkling, but it's made of especially shiny silver, gold, and purple metal, and its two optics are made of sparkling rubies. Only Steve and Starscream can recognize the little mech. It perfectly resembles a sweet, young bitty they both knew for a brief time. Starscream can hardly believe he can still remember her name.
It looks just like little Streamstar, the sparkling of two alternates of theirs...
The first utterance of his name gets the previous egg unstuck as egg number one forces the both of them out of his valve, making him cry out. Egg number two, however, gets lodged in place just like before, and egg number three doesn't seem to be able to push it out. Starscream is keening desperately, even going so far as to reach his digits inside his valve to try and manually pull the things out.
