starscheme: (Stupid Megatron.........)
Starscream (TFP) ([personal profile] starscheme) wrote2014-02-22 05:14 pm

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.... 
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[personal profile] bigfuckinggun 2014-02-23 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Starscream." Megatron's voice was level – palpably disapproving, but withholding outright wrath. For now. He turned towards the door slowly, as if to highlight that fact; that right now he was merely disappointed, but furious could be arranged.

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.
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[personal profile] bigfuckinggun 2014-02-23 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
There it was, that hesitation before he stepped forward: all the indication Megatron needed that this was something Starscream could almost consider it wasn't worth bothering him with, which meant it almost definitely wasn't.

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.
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[personal profile] bigfuckinggun 2014-02-23 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Enemy sabotage? Are you suggesting we are harbouring a spy within our ranks?" Megatron raised his eyebrows, clearly unconvinced. "A tempting hypothesis, certainly preferable to the idea that my second in command could have failed me so abysmally! I assume," he hissed, armoured shoulders bristling as he loomed over Starscream, "you have evidence for this accusation – show me your saboteur, Starscream, and perhaps I will spare your miserable chassis."
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[personal profile] bigfuckinggun 2014-02-23 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Megatron straightened up a little, like a parody of someone giving an issue its due consideration; underneath it he was plainly enraged.

"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."
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[personal profile] bigfuckinggun 2014-02-24 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
That, apparently, was the last straw. Megatron's hand, the one with the absurdly oversized cannon, slammed into the wall behind Starscream in what would have been merely a pointless, intimidating gesture of anger – if Starscream's wing hadn't been in the way. Metal creaked under his palm; he didn't lower his hand.

"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!"
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[personal profile] bigfuckinggun 2014-02-24 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps they are," Megatron growled, "but you would do better to concern yourself with your own performance. I may decide this baseless accusation is worth pursuing, after all – I'm sure Soundwave can at least find the time for an extremely thorough security check, just to be certain, and who knows what insubordination and petty treachery that might uncover, hmm?" He dug the heel of his palm into Starscream's wing, just in case there was any doubt about what insubordination and treachery, exactly, he was referring to – "Treachery I might be more inclined to overlook if its perpetrator manages to prove his overconfidence has not overtaken his usefulness."
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[personal profile] bigfuckinggun 2014-02-24 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Megatron's only reaction to the claws digging into his arm was a brief, disgusted grimace. "Do not push your miserable luck, Starscream. You are more use to me in the air than snooping through Decepticon ranks looking for traitors to blame for your own failures; if you believe you have any insights to offer on the matter of hidden Autobot espionage, you may report them to Soundwave."

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."
Edited 2014-02-24 06:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bigfuckinggun 2014-02-24 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Megatron caught his impudently swatting hand by the wrist, and growled. "You may take that as permission," he replied, "to remove yourself from my sight before I drag you with my bare hands." He let go of Starscream with a sharp jerk of his wrist, half-throwing him towards the door.