Starscream (TFP) (
starscheme) wrote2014-02-22 05:14 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Voice Test (Megatron and Starscream)
His arrival back to the deck of the Harbinger was not one of his more graceful entries; regardless of whether or not planes could actually "limp", that was really the only term for the way in which Starscream and a small remnant of the force of Vehicons he had taken with him returned to the Decepticon airship. In one swift motion he left his alt mode and landed on deck, rising again to stalk towards the airlock doors and leaving the waiting medical drones to attend to his ragged troops. Starscream himself was looking worse for wear, scuffed and walking unevenly and incredibly pissed off.
Perhaps what he was about to do was ill-advised, but he had his concerns and Megatron was going to hear about them whether he wanted to or not. Starscream's usual notion of self-preservation was overshadowed at the moment regardless, incensed with rage and humiliation as he was from such an abject failure.
Ignoring any looks of concern or pity from the officers he passed on the way, he stalked towards one of the Harbinger's private chambers where Megatron would no doubt be listening to the comm chatter and directing the battle from above. Storming up to the door he pounded the console a little too hard with a closed fist and entered the room the moment the doors shifted open, briefly stooping ever so slightly for what just barely passed as a bow.
"Lord Megatron," he half shouted, tone icy....
Perhaps what he was about to do was ill-advised, but he had his concerns and Megatron was going to hear about them whether he wanted to or not. Starscream's usual notion of self-preservation was overshadowed at the moment regardless, incensed with rage and humiliation as he was from such an abject failure.
Ignoring any looks of concern or pity from the officers he passed on the way, he stalked towards one of the Harbinger's private chambers where Megatron would no doubt be listening to the comm chatter and directing the battle from above. Storming up to the door he pounded the console a little too hard with a closed fist and entered the room the moment the doors shifted open, briefly stooping ever so slightly for what just barely passed as a bow.
"Lord Megatron," he half shouted, tone icy....
no subject
His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of his damaged and clearly irate second in command, but he offered him no further prompting beyond a slight nod of his head, as if to say, this had better be worth it – or, perhaps more accurately, to say, this isn't going to be worth it, and you have exactly one chance to prove me wrong.
no subject
"Far be it from me to interrupt your planning, but I've returned from the field with a matter of great concern that I really must bring to your attention," He spat out, pausing the thought there as if waiting for Megatron's approval to continue even though everything in his tone suggested that he had no intention of even considering of doing otherwise.
no subject
He gave him another censorious once-over, making a point of taking in the signs of injury and battle damage, the physical evidence of his failure on the battlefield. "I have no time for your excuses, Starscream," he growled. "The Autobots were practically handed to you; victory should have been assured, and instead I have lost troops and lost a rare opportunity because you cannot carry out a simple ambush." Megatron had taken a step towards him; two. For all he claimed he had no time for this he certainly wasn't stopping Starscream from making his explanation.
no subject
"If the only thing on my mind was justifying myself to you, don't you think I would have simply waited for you to inevitably approach me first?" He spat back. "Excuses are irrelevant. Even a tactician as experienced as I can't be expected to succeed if the circumstances involve enemy sabotage, as I have ample reason to believe they did."
no subject
no subject
no subject
"So what you are telling me," he said, "is that the only possible explanation for your failure is that an Autobot spy has – somehow – infiltrated our ranks and is passing information to our enemies as we speak, completely undetected?" One huge metal hand balled into a huge metal fist. "You'll forgive me if that sounds a little too convenient."
no subject
Fists clenching, he straightened back up with a defiant look on his face. "Infiltrated or turned informant, it doesn't matter. You'll forgive me if I have the common sense to not assume that everyone under your command is perfectly and blissfully loyal to you, master. At least one of us needs to maintain vigilance if the other is going to grow complacent."
And the hole keeps getting deeper.
no subject
"Vigilance, Starscream?" Megatron's eyes flashed with rage. "Like the vigilance you displayed attacking an enemy better equipped to repel you than you assumed?" He bent down so his face was mere inches from Starscream's, pushing his weight onto the hand he still had pressed against the wall. "Complacency is an arrogant fool so convinced he cannot have made a mistake that he gropes for the first explanation he can find that absolves him of responsibility for his pathetic defeat!"
no subject
"P-perhaps my approach to the assault was a tad overconfident, I will admit," He stuttered out, blinking rapidly. "But surely my concerns are still valid!!"
no subject
no subject
"I don't suppose usefulness could be proven through other means," he managed to grit out, just barely keeping his tone level despite his increasing fear and indignant rage. "Perhaps by assisting in conducting my own investigation in the matter?" His eyes glinted with a dangerous loathing; he didn't need Soundwave sticking his servos in where they didn't belong, on top of everything else.
no subject
With that, abruptly, the weight on Starscream's wing was relaxed, the hand withdrawn, those sharp claws as good as disregarded, and Megatron stood back, glaring down at him coldly. For a moment it seemed as if that was it, but his gaze strayed back to the damaged left wing, His eyes narrowed, and he rapped the damaged metal with a sharp knuckle, as if he were testing a piece of machinery. "Get that repaired."
no subject
He couldn't help but scowl furiously up at his master at the audacity of that last statement. No Megatron, I thought I'd just keep it like this as a memento of this little interaction, the thought of medical care just simply hadn't occurred to me! He winced and let out an uncomfortable grunt as Megatron jostled the injured appendage further, thoughtlessly swatting the invasive hand with the back of his own.
"Stellar advice my Lord... may I take that as your permission to excuse myself then?" he spat out viciously. The sarcasm in his voice barely restrained, and his eyes glinted with an impressively affronted rage.
no subject
no subject
At the very least, no one could say that he hadn't attempted to work with Megatron on the matter. Starscream vowed he would get to the bottom of the issue on his own, and then wouldn't that would work perfectly in his favor, succeeding where Megatron and his silent gargoyle had failed? He smirked ever so slightly as he turned the corner in the direction towards Knockout's office...