Voice Test (Megatron and Starscream)

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 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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[starscheme]

The message was received loud and clear, despite Starscream's plaintive, intensifying whimpering at the increased pressure on his wing. Sharpened fingers reflexively shot up and dug forcefully into the plating of Megatron's considerably sizable forearm, though he mad no attempt to actually try and pry the hand off his person. Nor did he make any attempt to explain or deny the accusations buried in that threat.

"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.

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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."

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Starscream half-dropped to the floor the moment Megatron released him, stooping with his knees bent. He flexed the damaged wing up and down gingerly, trying to assess the seriousness of the injury. The surface damage was one thing, but the sudden impact seemed to have wrenched the neural circuitry at the joint, if the grimace of pain on his face upon each movement was any indication.

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.

[bigfuckinggun]

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.

[starscheme]

With one last startled yelp Starscream tripped, staggered, and just barely caught his balance, his arms windmilling ridiculously as he landed on his injured leg. Shaking his head, he shot one last furious glance back at Megatron as if to say this isn't over and stormed out the door, snapping angrily at a poor innocent Vehicon who happened to stare for just a moment too long and cuffing it upside the head as he passed.

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...