When things are going well, Starscream doesn't take anything seriously ever.

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  It had been a while since the Decepticons had tasted victory. Not in trade off with defeat, of course. This campaign had simply been an abysmally long one, with neither side gaining ground or relenting for months. It had been exhausting, draining even... Then suddenly, a few days ago, the tides had finally changed in their favor, and a mere few hours ago they had secured the last autobot base on this alien planet.

It was a particularly gratifying victory, both for finally ending such a long campaign and for the advantages it afforded them. Not only were the planets mines and energon now in Decepticon control, but they had captured a good amount of Autobot intel along with it.

Of course, there's no time for Decepticon command to take respite. While the rest of the troops are celebrating a raucous victory elsewhere on the ship, Starscream has to go meet with Megatron for further discussion on setting up a proper crew to remain on site and run things once the Nemesis has gone and moved onto the next battlefront. It's a necessary evil, but one that Starscream isn't too keen in dealing with at the moment. So when he saunters into Megatron's quarters, he has a bottle of high-grade Engex (a pilfered prize from one of the Autobot High-Command offices) and a glass clasped together in the talons of one hand, because if he's going to work he's at least going to make it so that he can enjoy himself... and maybe if he's lucky he'll get Megatron to indulge a bit as well. Bastard needed to relax a bit for once.

“Your loyal followers are all wondering where their glorious leader is and why he isn't down celebrating his victory with them,” Starscream says in a lazy drawl, setting both items down on the table at the center of the room with a soft clink.

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Megatron turns, taking in both Starscream and the engex with a skeptically raised eyebrow.

"My loyal followers know better than to assume that because their work here is finished, so is mine." There's a hint of amusement there, though, even as he emphasises loyal with the implication that this is a category that excludes his present company; despite his decision to abstain from partying, he's clearly in a good mood. Given the circumstances, it's hard not to be.