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This is my own life keepin' me down [Semi-open]
WHO: Starscream ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loltraitorlol, Jamiebeetle owwmyspine, possibly others?
WHERE: DOWNTOWN?
WHEN: Wednsday
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE
SUMMARY: Starscream's desire is to be taken seriously as a Decepticon commander. A REAL Decepticon Commander CONQUERS PEOPLE. AND TERRORIZES THEM. CONQUERING AND TERRORIZING ARE GO. But Jamie has something to say about these shenanigans.
FORMAT: WHATEVER PEOPLE WANT. Just because Teal is TL;DR doesn't mean you have to be ssrly guys.
Notes: If you want to encounter Starscream during his little bitchfit, please IM me! I thiiink Waspinator and possibly Knives and Lust were interested...? I just don't want this to be too much of a clusterfuck. If you're in, tag in separate threads plz!
It was like there was something in his head, something pushing him. It had become urgent, suddenly. Get out of this skin. Make people respect him. A very tiny voice in the back of his head - the one that sounded a bit like Waspinator - was telling him that this was a terrible plan, but he ignored it. He would have recognition. He would have respect. And they would bow to him.
He pulled out the red-and-silver steel rectangle. It was about the size of a very, very old-model laptop, and weighed considerably more than its size suggested. Slinging it onto his back, he adjusted the straps on the front across his chest, making sure it was snug.
Then he spoke, in clear Cybertronian, "Code Primax 984.17 Alpha. Authorization: Commander Starscream. Transform and Rise Up!"
With a familiar sound, the rectangle unfolded around him, pieces locking into place as electronics were pulled out of subspace. Within a few seconds, he was completely suited up. The new subroutines he'd added just the night before (he hadn't slept in two days) plugged wires into the slots he'd implanted into his arms, his legs, his spine. No direct neural interface yet, certainly not. That would take more time than he had. But soon. For now, the implants would simply measure his muscle motions and let the suit react faster. Better. Like his own body. As it should be.
Of course, the implants hadn't completely healed yet, and already he was bleeding a little again. It all hurt and he didn't care. It was just human flesh. Something he'd soon be rid of.
He took off from his balcony with a roar, shooting into the sky, looking for somewhere to terrorize. Somewhere that he'd make an impression.
Well, Union Square was a good start, wasn't it?
Flying low, he descended right near the statue of George Washington, before cackling through the speakers in his suit:
"Citizens of the City! The Decepticon Army claims this planet as their own!"
The little rational voice was asking if he had some sort of plan other than blowing things up, but honestly, he didn't care. He needed to show them. Now.
And so he started firing into the crowd...
loltraitorlol, Jamiebeetle owwmyspine, possibly others?WHERE: DOWNTOWN?
WHEN: Wednsday
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE
SUMMARY: Starscream's desire is to be taken seriously as a Decepticon commander. A REAL Decepticon Commander CONQUERS PEOPLE. AND TERRORIZES THEM. CONQUERING AND TERRORIZING ARE GO. But Jamie has something to say about these shenanigans.
FORMAT: WHATEVER PEOPLE WANT. Just because Teal is TL;DR doesn't mean you have to be ssrly guys.
Notes: If you want to encounter Starscream during his little bitchfit, please IM me! I thiiink Waspinator and possibly Knives and Lust were interested...? I just don't want this to be too much of a clusterfuck. If you're in, tag in separate threads plz!
It was like there was something in his head, something pushing him. It had become urgent, suddenly. Get out of this skin. Make people respect him. A very tiny voice in the back of his head - the one that sounded a bit like Waspinator - was telling him that this was a terrible plan, but he ignored it. He would have recognition. He would have respect. And they would bow to him.
He pulled out the red-and-silver steel rectangle. It was about the size of a very, very old-model laptop, and weighed considerably more than its size suggested. Slinging it onto his back, he adjusted the straps on the front across his chest, making sure it was snug.
Then he spoke, in clear Cybertronian, "Code Primax 984.17 Alpha. Authorization: Commander Starscream. Transform and Rise Up!"
With a familiar sound, the rectangle unfolded around him, pieces locking into place as electronics were pulled out of subspace. Within a few seconds, he was completely suited up. The new subroutines he'd added just the night before (he hadn't slept in two days) plugged wires into the slots he'd implanted into his arms, his legs, his spine. No direct neural interface yet, certainly not. That would take more time than he had. But soon. For now, the implants would simply measure his muscle motions and let the suit react faster. Better. Like his own body. As it should be.
Of course, the implants hadn't completely healed yet, and already he was bleeding a little again. It all hurt and he didn't care. It was just human flesh. Something he'd soon be rid of.
He took off from his balcony with a roar, shooting into the sky, looking for somewhere to terrorize. Somewhere that he'd make an impression.
Well, Union Square was a good start, wasn't it?
Flying low, he descended right near the statue of George Washington, before cackling through the speakers in his suit:
"Citizens of the City! The Decepticon Army claims this planet as their own!"
The little rational voice was asking if he had some sort of plan other than blowing things up, but honestly, he didn't care. He needed to show them. Now.
And so he started firing into the crowd...
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"Bullcrap!" Jaime shouted back. "I don't even recall you! Now just clear out of here an--"
Incoming.
"I SEE THAT!"
Jaime's wings popped out of existance, dropping him below the enemy fire as his back reformed to a small, maneuverable rocket.
"Gimme something, here!"
The Scarab complied, reconfiguring Jaime's forearm into a weapon he had hardly the time to even ask what it was. So long as it got the job done and--No KILLING, okay?
It reshaped just a bit at that.
Jaime's return fire: highly charged and condensed, rounded and crackling.
argh how does i write x_X
I'll have to fix that, he thought, sliding backwards into a spin before righting himself. He re-activated his engines, fishtailing slightly before slipping into a wide loop around his opponent.
"What, are your circuits scrambled?" he snapped. "In April! You fought me! Granted, I was larger at the time but surely you remember..."
Enough banter, Starscream, stay on target...
He didn't have missiles, this time, and so he settled for charging his null lasers, hoping for a wide shot. He just needed a few seconds to gather power...
AS LONG AS WE'RE HAVING A GOOD TIME BB
"Loud Angry Jet-Robot-Guy?" Jaime exclaimed with genuine surprise. Keeping tabs on these guys'd be so much easier with a Scarab that remembers things. But, now that he thought about it the voice was similar. Just not as...booming and mechanical.
Oh, this is gonna be good.
"Thanks for clearing that up-!" he started again, rocketing forward and firing another volley. "At least I don't have to ask why you're being a problem!"
The Scarab noted the power buildup. Suggested several interference options. Several fatal options.
For the last time, NO!
Fffffffffff
For once, he was thankful that this wasn't his body. Blows to the wings in his normal shape were extremely painful.
As it was, his flight patterns were now slightly off. Still, nothing he couldn't handle. Probably.
Twisting in the air, he clasped his hands together, index fingers pointing out. With a hissing click, various pegs and wires snapped into place as his arms seemed to fuse, his two shoulder canons also swiveling to point forwards.
With a cry, he let loose a crackling violet electromagnetic pulse beam.
Unfortunately, his damaged wing made it hard to keep the damn thing straight, so his aim was completely off. It looked impressive - actually hitting, well...
:]
"Really, dude?"
Time to clip this chicken.
--Wait, why didn't I say that out LOUD? That was almost GOOD.
Charging 68% complete.
"Close enough." Jaime propelled forward, taking aim at wing number two and firing.
ilu jamie and your fail at banter
That was all he had time to say. He tried to twist out of the way, but that shot took his wing clean off, sending him plummeting to the ground. He skidded for a good twenty feet along the pavement before crashing into a storefront in a shower of glass.
Warning. Wing damaged. Warning. Significant damage sustained. Initiating initial repair system. Warning. Subspace capabilities offline.
"Oh, shut it!" he snapped at the armor's AI. "I know!"
we are all made of a little fail in this thread c:
"You done playing Top Gun?" he hollered as he approached. "'Cause if you go quietly I'll l--whawait what? No, no--HEY!"
Impactor firing.
"Wait, waitwaitwaitWAIT, STOP!"
Jaime's feet swung forward in an almost comical gesture of skidding to a stop in midair, jerking his arms just as a massive energy surge exploded out of the suit. Starscream was soon to find hismelf lounging near a very nasty-looking crater, smouldering and tenderizing the concrete.
A moment of silence as Jaime tried to figure out what the heck that was about. Then, not wanting to lose the effect, he cleared his throat and landed, arms reshaping.
"...So, you give up?"
<3
"Er."
He was far from finished, but even the crawling, surging need at the back of his head shut up in the face of that.
He got to his feet (somewhat wobbily) and picked up his wing.
"I'll just be going then, right? Right."
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"I don't think so--you don't get to shoot into crowds and go home after somebody makes a bigger boom than you. You're..." Bracing self for cheese: "under arrest."
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He put his hands into the air in a gesture of submission... before quickly swiveling his shoulder canons forward and firing two null-blasts straight for the Blue Beetle's chest.
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A head full of static and a body full of ow: Jaime's suit crackles and sends him stumbling backwards and to the ground, twitching. Pieces flake off and regenerate as Jaime himself starts to get his senses back.
You son of a-, Jaime utters, which comes out more like "Khhaghh-!"
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"Not so fond of that, are you?" he purred, pointing a single finger at the young human. "A shame I'm so fond of parting shots..."
He fired a second time, a much stronger pulse now, before, turning and limping away.
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Oh, you are SO not getting the whole last laugh, evil guy walks away thing. I refuse.
Jaime moved his hand, clutching a fistful of half-melted concrete and threw as best he could, aiming for that jerk ass disappearing from sight.
Okay, it wasn't a crater-inducing canon of death? But Jaime felt that if the bad guy was going to walk away? This was fair.
As for him? The blacking out was starting to be unavoidable.
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