June 16, 1987
Starscream wanted to break something. What he wanted to break was Aviator's neck, but he settled for chucking a rack of test tubes across the room and pleasurably watching the glass breaking into small pieces on impact. He wished they were Aviator's cranium.
Megatron suggested the brat join the other seekers in sparring, which of course the Constructicons objected to, not that Starscream could blame them, but it was Aviator who came forward to say he wanted to.
According to the young seeker he wanted to learn by doing and getting experience the "hard way", which in truth was the best way, because you learned things out there you never thought to teach in a classroom or read from a data file. The Constructicons relented and Aviator was allowed to go.
Starscream stormed out of his lab, into his room and flopped down onto his recharge bed. He wanted to talk to someone about this. Gripe was more like it. But who?
A smile crossed his face when the answer came almost immediately.
He sat down at his computer and patched a communication to Cybertron sector six.
The Communication link crackled a bit, and the picture blurred, but soon came the clear picture and voice of the Monitor, Dreadmoon.
"Starscream this is a pleasant surprise. I hope." Dreadmoon's pleased voice turned suspicious. "What's on the Horizon?"
"A new thorn in my side has made an appearance, and his name is Aviator."
"And?"
"And he's not only another seeker, but also a Constructicon."
"A Constructicon?" Dreadmoon was a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"Yes, I bet Scrapper he couldn't build anything that could touch the stars, but he took me seriously and built him." Starscream grumbled.
"I see. So what's the problem, exactly?" Dreadmoon said half amused.
"The problem exactly is this thorn in my side could turn potentially lethal." Starscream's optics darkened, his turned colder than ice.
Dreadmoon frowned. Starscream had had thorns before, none seemed to disturb him this much. "How so?"
"The child has everything going for him."
"So did Sidewinder, but look what happened to him."
"Ah, but Sidewinder was a blind idiot, this young Constructicon can see perfectly well. He may be naive, but he's not stupid. I can't even throw childish cowardice on him, today he took on whoever challenged him." Starscream spat.
"How banged up did he get?" Dreadmoon asked
"Not much more than what he delivered. He spent the first part just watching the others spar and go around. Just watching. That is, until Ramjet came from the side to give him a good smashing."
"I'm sure you were very torn up about that." Dreadmoon dripped sarcasm.
"Ha, ha. Too bad he didn't succeed." Starscream huffed.
"Ramjet didn't get him?"
"Nope. I must admit, how young Aviator handled the situation was quite unique." Starscream pondered that over outloud. "He must have seen Ramjet coming. He transformed out of jet mode at the last minute and allowed gravity downward to take him out of Ramjet's path. Then as that idiot flew over him, Aviator grabbed onto Ramjet's wing and pulled himself up to Ramjet's cockpit. He must have used his thrusters help him, but either way he got up there, broke the glass and just must've torn the hell out of Ram's control panel, because he started spiraling. Then as a finishing touch Aviator let go and as Ram fell the blasted his engines. That must have been how that brat took out Powerglide. So far I've been the only one to take him out. So what does that mean?"
"I guess in his own way he's up to par with you."
"Thanks a lot." Starscream growled.
"You asked." Dreadmoon snapped back.
"Anyway, it took the twins in a tag team and Thrust to finally bring him down."
"The twins?"
"Skywarp and Thundercracker."
"Oh."
"You know what that kid said after those guys ran him into the ground."
"What?"
"He said, 'can you guys teach me how to do that?'"
Dreadmoon chuckled, Starscream gave him a dirty look.
"Anyway," Dreadmoon stifled a laugh, but then turned serious. "If he's going to be lethal then be lethal in turn."
"I wish it were that easy, you see the Constructicons seem to have become very attached to him, not mention I think he's on Soundwave's good side. If there is such a thing."
"I never said you had to get your hands dirty with the lethal blow yourself." Dreadmoon said slyly.
"True." A smirk crossed Starscream's face. "And I think I know just the person to get his hands dirty instead of mine."
"Who?" Dreadmoon tilted his head, genuinely curious.
"A person who probably hates the little brat more than I do." Starscream's smirk grew. "The Stunticon leader Motormaster could do the job quite well."
"Hmm." Dreadmoon smirked as well, but then turned serious. "By the way, Soundwave couldn't be intercepting this, could he?"
"Of course not. He's playing computer hacker, he's nice and distracted. Well, I've got go be lethal, I shall contact you later and tell you how it went."
"Talk to you later then, may you fare well." Dreadmoon shut off his end of the connection.
"Oh, I'm sure I will." Starscream switched off his connection. He stood in his room for a few more seconds just thinking.
'Just because he beat Motormaster doesn't mean he could beat me. Motormaster is just a fool who swings his sword around and hopes he hits something. Still there was something in Aviator's optics that....'
Starscream slammed his fist into a blank part of the wall and exited the room.
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Yay! Starscream! I just want to make something clear I do like Starscream, he's one of my favorite characters, I know I'm kind of making him the bad guy in here, but everyone has to admit when he has any competition whatsoever, he gets pretty vicious.
I hope I portrayed Dreadmoon right. Oh, Wayward forgive me if I didn't.
Anywho, what's gonna happen to Aviator? Read and find out!
Till Next Time
-Vega Sailor