Hello, readers! This is the guided playthrough of the Space Adventure Storyline. We will start with the short Part 1 before the story gets deeper and longer. Part 1 is available in video format on YouTube while the rest of this story is constantly getting new pictures. For news, discussion, and memes about Mercy, go to my Tumblr!
To play this game as a choose your own adventure, go to AO3 and find me Emperor_Kumquat. This includes a complicated Overlord survival portion. Otherwise, enjoy the uninterrupted story here!
PART 1
Starscream tripped back into the throne, wings falling askew upon impact. His terror sent him into a state of uncontrolled quaking, and the eyes he lifted were round and wide like the moons at Predaking's back.
A large, dim shadow crept over Starscream as their proximity increased. Calculating yellow eyes did not dare blink in case Starscream made a sudden dash for freedom. Predaking and his snarling brethren were fortunate that Starscream had flown slowly enough to catch up to, but if the Seeker slipped away now, blasting beyond the speed of sound, it wouldn't be easy to corner him again... not when he knew he was being hunted for vengeance.
Predaking anticipated the desperate move, but it still did not come. Instead, Starscream pressed himself into the throne and shrieked, wriggling about as though he had no means to defend himself. The shadow darkened over him, and there was still no action, only more fear.
Predaking wanted struggle, for Starscream to try to leap away only to be seized by his claws. It was uncomfortable to stare at him as he closed the distance, to have time to notice things he had not noticed before. Starscream's joints were brittle and his armour a weak lie, for his shoulders and thigh plates failed to hide his scrawny frame. How easily his thin neck could be snapped, wings ripped off, and vitals penetrated by a single claw.
Those thoughts were accompanied by flashes of excitement and nausea. Questioning his intentions momentarily, Predaking paused after his next step, his open hand still inching toward Starscream.
Starscream gasped out a wavering plea. "Please… do not… terminate me…"
Was this appropriate? The work felt dirty now, especially because Starscream still made no attempt to fire his missiles. There was nothing honourable about this, Predaking supposed, due to the sheer unfairness of the fight. Killing him single-handedly would be easy—and with the might of three Predacons? Guaranteed, Predaking thought, even if unintentional.
Starscream's wings, then—those could be targeted and torn first. Or Predaking could merely punch Starscream and threaten him so ferociously he would be frightened into behaving. The longer Predaking considered his choices, the more Starscream shrank back and shivered.
A third option flashed through his mind: Starscream already looked so terror-stricken, so perhaps he had learned his lesson. No harm needed to befall him, and he could be let go...