Prompt 2 response
Title: Push Me Away
By: mmouse15
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Continuity: G1
Wordcount: 560 words
Time: 30 minutes
Characters: Starscream
Disclaimer: I don't own, I'm just playing with the toys.
Prompt: Prompt #2, the song, Pushed Again
Starscream stalked down the halls of the Nemesis, snarling at anyone too slow to get out of his way. Why had Megatron dismissed his idea so quickly? It was a worthy idea, and a better idea than Megatron's own.
Which, of course, is why Megatron had dismissed the idea. He'd come back later and use Starscream's idea, claiming as his own. Starscream gave an especially savage snarl at that thought. He reached the conning tower and keyed in a request to access the surface.
Rumble was on duty and opened his mouth to say something. Starscream gave him a fierce glare, and Rumble shut his mouth promptly and acknowledged Starscream's request. The lift platform descended and Starscream walked onto it, waiting for Rumble to sent it back to the surface.
As soon as Starscream was on the tiny platform that was the only surface level of the Nemesis, he flipped into the air and flew off toward the western coast of the United States.
As he flew along the coast, he scanned the ground, looking for a certain type of rock structure. When he found it, a high cliff with the ocean right beneath it and a rugged access from the land side, he flipped into his root mode and landed with a thump.
He seated himself on the edge of the cliff, thruster heels clicking back against the rocks as he looked out over the ocean.
He was smart. He had been a scientist before the war, and he'd made some significant discoveries for his people during his time working for the Academy. He was tough and politically savvy, a outcome of the loss of Skyfire in the ice and the resulting political slag-storm that had occurred when he'd finally returned to Cybertron to ask for help. He was tactically brilliant, a mech with ideas that knew how to implement them.
He knew what Megatron was and how he operated. They'd been close to one another for vorns, after all, working side-by-side to make the Decepticons into a potent force against the Autobots, so why was Megatron's normal operating procedures bothering him so much?
Skyfire. It really was down to that soft-sparked sap of a mech. It had shaken Starscream to his core, to find his old partner and to have Skyfire have NO idea of the ideological differences that had led to a war between the factions. Then to choose the Autobot side after all!
Starscream clenched his hands into fists so tight the metal creaked.
This was unacceptable. Decepticons despised weakness of any type. Starscream was no slagging Autobot, all soft strokes and murmured comfort. He was the second-in-command of the Decepticon army, and he was slagged to the Pit if he was going to let the defection of one mech push him where he didn't want to be.
He banished the thoughts from his processor, deleting all the emotions attached and leaving the dry facts for him to review at some much later time. Immediately, his systems calmed and he felt more in control.
He checked his chronometer. He'd been gone from the Nemesis for half a cycle. It was time to get back and do damage control, attempting to pull from Megatron's grand plan something that would advance the Decepticon cause.
He flipped up and flew back, casting his regrets to the winds of Earth.
By: mmouse15
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Continuity: G1
Wordcount: 560 words
Time: 30 minutes
Characters: Starscream
Disclaimer: I don't own, I'm just playing with the toys.
Prompt: Prompt #2, the song, Pushed Again
Starscream stalked down the halls of the Nemesis, snarling at anyone too slow to get out of his way. Why had Megatron dismissed his idea so quickly? It was a worthy idea, and a better idea than Megatron's own.
Which, of course, is why Megatron had dismissed the idea. He'd come back later and use Starscream's idea, claiming as his own. Starscream gave an especially savage snarl at that thought. He reached the conning tower and keyed in a request to access the surface.
Rumble was on duty and opened his mouth to say something. Starscream gave him a fierce glare, and Rumble shut his mouth promptly and acknowledged Starscream's request. The lift platform descended and Starscream walked onto it, waiting for Rumble to sent it back to the surface.
As soon as Starscream was on the tiny platform that was the only surface level of the Nemesis, he flipped into the air and flew off toward the western coast of the United States.
As he flew along the coast, he scanned the ground, looking for a certain type of rock structure. When he found it, a high cliff with the ocean right beneath it and a rugged access from the land side, he flipped into his root mode and landed with a thump.
He seated himself on the edge of the cliff, thruster heels clicking back against the rocks as he looked out over the ocean.
He was smart. He had been a scientist before the war, and he'd made some significant discoveries for his people during his time working for the Academy. He was tough and politically savvy, a outcome of the loss of Skyfire in the ice and the resulting political slag-storm that had occurred when he'd finally returned to Cybertron to ask for help. He was tactically brilliant, a mech with ideas that knew how to implement them.
He knew what Megatron was and how he operated. They'd been close to one another for vorns, after all, working side-by-side to make the Decepticons into a potent force against the Autobots, so why was Megatron's normal operating procedures bothering him so much?
Skyfire. It really was down to that soft-sparked sap of a mech. It had shaken Starscream to his core, to find his old partner and to have Skyfire have NO idea of the ideological differences that had led to a war between the factions. Then to choose the Autobot side after all!
Starscream clenched his hands into fists so tight the metal creaked.
This was unacceptable. Decepticons despised weakness of any type. Starscream was no slagging Autobot, all soft strokes and murmured comfort. He was the second-in-command of the Decepticon army, and he was slagged to the Pit if he was going to let the defection of one mech push him where he didn't want to be.
He banished the thoughts from his processor, deleting all the emotions attached and leaving the dry facts for him to review at some much later time. Immediately, his systems calmed and he felt more in control.
He checked his chronometer. He'd been gone from the Nemesis for half a cycle. It was time to get back and do damage control, attempting to pull from Megatron's grand plan something that would advance the Decepticon cause.
He flipped up and flew back, casting his regrets to the winds of Earth.