Hey! I'm back from a really long hiatus. Please forgive me. I got homework, projects, blahblahblah, that kind of thing. However, please enjoy this peace offering.
Disclaimer: If I own Transformers, I will be rich and have no need to go to school.
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"Heyheyheyhey! Starscream, Screamer, Star, Screamer –!" Skywarp found himself quiet when said aforementioned 'Con idly pointed his laser gun in his faceplates, concentrating on the data pad, faceplates scowling. Skywarp rambled after a moment of no 'friendly' fire until their last trine member slapped his helm.
"Enough, Skywarp."
The purple Seeker pouted at the blue one before turning to the gray Seeker. Starscream vented heavily before offlining the data pad.
"What do you want, Skywarp? I'm busy for Lord Megatron," he spat out the words with hatred. "I have to finish this report or he'll have our afts and heads if I'm late."
"I got a question, Screamer."
The SIC was tempted to blast his trine member in the faceplate with his gun but opted not to. It wouldn't do to have two members in a trine instead of three members and he wouldn't be able to explain to Megatron why one of his soldiers offlined. The excuse 'he was annoying me' was not good enough and the Decepticon faction needed all the soldiers it could get, even if said help was an idiot.
"Make it quick, 'Warp," Thundercracker whispered. "He looks ready to blow, and I rather not be here when it does."
"Screamer's gonna blow up?" Skywarp blurted out in astonishment. "That's disgusting, TC! I don't think he's insides are gonna be any prettier than his outsides!"
Starscream's servo twitched to his laser gun but it stayed still after a moment.
"Just get on with the question, you imbecile!" the trine leader hissed.
The Warper nodded in all seriousness, even adding a salute like he saw in the humans' television (shhh, don't tell anyone that), before announcing, rather proudly (and stupidly, in Thundercracker's opinion), "I was wondering why you have heels for feet, Starscream."
Silence. Skywarp waited impatiently yet expectantly for an answer. The Air Commander's eyebrow ridge twitched heavily, as did his servo, and Thudercracker slowly inched towards the exit. The blue Seeker did not want to witness Starscream's explosion, in human terms, and Skwarp's murder.
"Get. Out," the SIC hissed, wings flaring. "That's none of your business, Skywarp. Leave so I can finish this report."
The purple 'Con pouted before trudging away from the room, Thundercracker ahead of him. Starscream glared at them until the room was empty save for him before he turned his glare towards the data pad.
He mumbled swears and curses under his breath.
If Skywarp and Thundercracker (he sensed the underlying curiosity in their bond) thought he will give away his secrets, they were sorely mistaken!
There was no way in Pit he was telling anyone he wore heels to feel taller when he noticed the sizable height difference between him and Megatron eons ago when the War was just starting. He was not telling anyone, Decepticon or Autobot alike, that he wore heels because it made him feel strong. He was not telling anyone, not even Megatron (Unicron damn him!), that he was jealous of the former gladiator's height! No fragging way!
That was a secret he would take to the Pit of Well of Sparks (if it accepted him, of course)!
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Starscream: I'm going to kill you fleshbag! How dare you reveal my secrets!?
Shadow: I'm not gonna stop you, Screamer. However, that's only if you can catch me.
Skywarp: Screamer! I had no idea you were jealous!
Starscream: I am NOT jealous, you fragging imbecile!
Thundercracker: I'm done with you idiots. Goodbye, aftholes.
Shadow: Bye, TC!
Starscream: Die, human!
