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starscheme) wrote2014-05-26 08:56 pm
starscheme) wrote2014-05-26 08:56 pm
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FLASHBACK EXTRAVAGANZA
When it's finally his turn, Starscream doesn't fight against his captors.
There had been a good number who had, of course. Whether out of some commitment to heroics or plain old fear, many had still tried, and the result of their struggle now lay piled in the corner of the room, being picked through by a small group of Decepticons and slowly pooling Energon out onto the floor.
It's not as though Starscream isn't scared. Truthfully, he's internally frantic, unwilling to face the idea that his short life might just about be over. But he's also adaptable, and curious, and if there is one thing his instincts are telling him at this moment it's that he needs to try and maintain a cool facade and handle this situation very, very carefully.
He's also rather bitter that he barely had the chance to strike back against these invaders. The attack was actually very impressively well planned out, he had to admit. The Decepticons hadn't actually fired any shots or launched an assault proper until they had successfully infiltrated the interior of the facility. Starscream's company of fliers dealt with armed responses to perimeter breaches reported in by the station's security specialists, so he and his fellow seekers hadn't even had time to react before the whole damn battle was already over. Then, following a bloody stand-off they had all been rounded up in defeat, clapped in stasis cuffs while they all awaited interrogation.
Slowly the numbers of those held dwindle, and finally two Decepticon soldiers come for Starscream next, shoving him towards the next room when he doesn't move right away. As he enters he notes the bodies of several of his own commanding officers, and decides it's a good thing that his wings are uncomfortably cuffed together because the resulting droop would likely have given his cowardice away immediately.
He's made to stop in front of an imposing figure of a bot, alarmingly large and incredibly brutish looking with a frame that looks as if it was clearly built for hard, manual labor.
Starscream doesn't say anything, he just stares up, hunching his shoulders and creasing his brow nervously, though his eyes remain hard and search the others, waiting for Megatron to speak first.
There had been a good number who had, of course. Whether out of some commitment to heroics or plain old fear, many had still tried, and the result of their struggle now lay piled in the corner of the room, being picked through by a small group of Decepticons and slowly pooling Energon out onto the floor.
It's not as though Starscream isn't scared. Truthfully, he's internally frantic, unwilling to face the idea that his short life might just about be over. But he's also adaptable, and curious, and if there is one thing his instincts are telling him at this moment it's that he needs to try and maintain a cool facade and handle this situation very, very carefully.
He's also rather bitter that he barely had the chance to strike back against these invaders. The attack was actually very impressively well planned out, he had to admit. The Decepticons hadn't actually fired any shots or launched an assault proper until they had successfully infiltrated the interior of the facility. Starscream's company of fliers dealt with armed responses to perimeter breaches reported in by the station's security specialists, so he and his fellow seekers hadn't even had time to react before the whole damn battle was already over. Then, following a bloody stand-off they had all been rounded up in defeat, clapped in stasis cuffs while they all awaited interrogation.
Slowly the numbers of those held dwindle, and finally two Decepticon soldiers come for Starscream next, shoving him towards the next room when he doesn't move right away. As he enters he notes the bodies of several of his own commanding officers, and decides it's a good thing that his wings are uncomfortably cuffed together because the resulting droop would likely have given his cowardice away immediately.
He's made to stop in front of an imposing figure of a bot, alarmingly large and incredibly brutish looking with a frame that looks as if it was clearly built for hard, manual labor.
Starscream doesn't say anything, he just stares up, hunching his shoulders and creasing his brow nervously, though his eyes remain hard and search the others, waiting for Megatron to speak first.