Disclaimer: I own nothing – at least nothing Transformers related.
AN: Just something short and pointless.
Thanks to mdnytryder.
23/28 Excited (G1)
The canyon was almost too narrow for the sleek jet that shot between the walls.
The wingtips threatened to scrape over the stone at each curve, but each time Starscream barely avoided ending up as a big pile of spare parts on the faraway ground of the gorge.
One wrong move, one moment of fading concentration and he would be sent spinning only to crash and burn.
Starscream felt the pressure in his valves rising and his fans come online with a faint click.
The thrill this test of his skills created deep within his Spark was incredible and overwhelming to his entire being.
He barrel rolled to avoid becoming a smear on the wall, shot through a arc formed of stone, changed altitude just for a split second to avoid a barrier on his way then – there! A target – fired a single shot and passed by the brilliant explosion, the fire licking at his belly.
He shuddered and couldn't help but grin in glee.
The cables in his body tightened in response to the challenge the new section of the course promised to be, his pump sped up, preparing for even more split second twists and turns, and he opened his targeting screen – only to close it again.
He wouldn't need it.
He would do this entirely on his own.
Starscream wasn't sure, but he thought he could hear his wing mates cheer in the background.
He dipped low, spotted the next target and shot.
Once again he caused a wonderful explosion that caressed the frame of the jet as it flew through.
The Spark in Starscream's chest jumped almost painfully, urging him to go faster, to take the curves even more daringly, to go on and on and on and on….
The jet was only too happy to oblige, increasing his speed and leaving proud vapor trails behind him.
There, the next target!
Starscream aligned his shot, aimed carefully, vented a deep gust of air and –
"STARSCREAM!!! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU -"
The Seeker yelped and lost his grip on the controller in shock. He tried to catch the piece of machinery, only succeeding in throwing it into the air several times, until the controller finally slipped through his grasping fingers and landed with a dull sound on the ground.
The jet on the giant screen in front of Starscream made a spectacular loop and crashed against the canyon wall in a brilliant fireball.
Then the screen darkened and giant letters stating "GAME OVER" appeared.
The other jetformers behind Starscream, until seconds before the only other occupants of the rec room, groaned and whined in disappointment.
"Oh no, that's not fair!"
"Aw, that sucks Screamer, you've almost beaten your own high score."
"That's really bad timing…."
Starscream stared at the screen, a faint whine leaving his vocalizer.
18 levels – and Megatron had destroyed all his achievements in mere seconds.
He turned to face the doorway, pouting at his Supreme Commander, who stood there shocked speechless and having trouble believing what he had just witnessed.
Megatron made a noise similar to clearing his throat, then gestured for his Air Commander to follow him, ignoring the heated glares he got from the Seekers and Coneheads.
They seemed to be ready to murder him.
He made a note to himself to never again disturb a flying Seeker, and that "flying" was a very loosely defined term.
After their superiors had left the room, the remaining jets continued to stare sulkily at the screen that showed bright flashing colors and the images of flying jets, still lamenting the lost opportunity of a new high score.
Megatron's voice floated back to them, the sound bouncing of the metal walls of the corridors and finding its way to the rec room, "I really hope this isn't the reason they call you the fastest jet alive."