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As always, Starscream gets his leads from the internet. Enough skulking around on the human network and you were bound to find rumors of <i>something</i>.

He'd flown to Japan this time, chasing rumors of some Cybertronian artifact or another. The sakura petals were blowing and his kokoro was-- no Okay he was just walking through the woods at the moment, trying to pinpoint the exact location of some ruins that he'd heard about. And then suddenly...

Was that a cybertronian life signal he was picking up...?

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Drift wouldn’t admit it, but he’s been waiting for this. He’s been stuck here for months on a solo mission and spent a great deal of said mission by himself. The isolation was welcome at first, but he grew weary from it after a time. His only reprieve was studying the humans from afar to gain a better understanding of them and their planet. That, and his occasional report to HQ.

It’s been a while since he’s had any face-to-face contact with a fellow cybertronian, and even longer since his swords have tasted combat.

Calm energy, Drift.

He’s itching for a fight; there’s a restless hunger for battle dwelling inside of him. But what the decepticon said rang true – the life forms here are delicate. He couldn’t afford careless attacks that could cause further harm.

“Alright, listen…I think we both know why you’re here, but this place is off-limits. I’ll give you one more warning. Back off, and I’ll forgive the damage you’ve already done.”

Drift draws his second sword and takes a step back into a battle-ready pose. It’s a stance he’s witnessed on earth, and he’s eager to give it a try.

He can't hold back the laugh that is so eager to vocalize itself.

"What is it with you Autobots and your swords? You know there's a reason they've been mostly replaced by projectile weaponry," he growls, hands cycling into blasters as he speaks. "Fine, if you'd rather make a mess of things by engaging the Second in Command of the Decepticons, it's your funeral."

“Really? So you’re Starscream? Can’t say I’m impressed. But your aura’s certainly oppressive, I’ll give you that. I didn’t realize the decepticon’s second-in-command had stooped to lowly retrieval missions. All by yourself?”

He grins and adjusts to a defensive stance.

“I’ve tried projectile weaponry and let me tell you that it’s overrated. My swords are an extension of myself and I can handle them better than any gun.”

Oh no he didn't.

The sneer on Starscream's face turns into a snarl, and his wings flare up angrily. "If the artifact I seek is anywhere near as powerful as the rumors say, I'd wager that would put this as something well above a mere 'retrieval mission'. Perfectly suited to my expertise, even. Now, this is your last chance..."

He paces carefully to the side, starting to circle Drift, tensed like he's ready to spring at any moment. "I don't have time to play swordfight with Autobot hermits... MOVE."

Cons always seem to forget that projectiles work best at what they’re made for…long-range combat. But for all his talk, Drift knows that dodging a blast at this range won’t be easy. His best chance is to strike first in attempt to gain the advantage.

He springs forward, one sword by his side as the other lashes out in a blow aimed at Starscream’s arm.

“We’ll see who’s playing!”

Not an entirely unexpected move. Starscream leaps to the side, though the sword still nicks him.

As a seeker, he excels at fighting from a distance more than anything else; he could handle himself up close hand to hand, but these conditions weren't exactly ideal for someone with his particular set of skills. Not enough room to maneuver through all this damn vegetation.

He skids on the ground a bit on the landing and immediately leaps up into a transformation, bursting through the foliage with a roar of jets. Then a split second later he's crashing back through the canopy on what he hopes is behind the aggressive Autobot, and fires off a missile in that direction.

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