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ajremixTitle: Fearless and Fragile
Fandom: Transformers IDW
Rating: PG
Word Count: 792
Characters: Megatron and Starscream with Soundwave, Skywarp and Thundercracker in the background
Summary: Takes place in Megatron Origin 3, between his getting his fliers and their first mission. Just one of those ideas that hit you in the shower.
They stood on some derelict building and watched the three jets twist about in complex formation over airspace outside of the Autobot Security Force’s regular patrols. Soundwave felt no need to explain how he knew the existence of such places or when there’d be a lapse of diligence and Megatron felt no need to ask so long as things worked in his favor. Megatron watched the display until he felt the need to say, “Soundwave- deploy Laserbeak and Buzzsaw for agility maneuvers. Starscream, to me.”
The blue mech next to Megatron merely nodded and his chest compartment opened, letting out the aerials and watched them fly at and weave around Thundercracker and Skywarp. The red jet peeled off from them with an ‘Affirmative’. Excitement was barely contained in his vocalizer.
He transformed before the pair, touching down with such ease and lightness the ground was barely disturbed beneath him. “Yes, Megatron?”
“What were your previous occupations?” His optics stayed trained on the black and blue jets in the sky, easily turning each of the winged mini’s flight paths around until they were the ones being chased. These three were no simple fliers.
Flickering a look at his own wingmates, Starscream answered, “Skywarp was a supply runner for some time, acting as a convoy guard until he decided to be a mercenary flier. Thundercracker was once a part of the Security Force deployed along some of the less stable planets. He had quit and was freelancing with Skywarp by the time I met them. I was a scientist, primarily documenting and categorizing primordial worlds. There isn’t an atmospheric condition that has yet to best me.” He added with a smug grin.
“And the three of you fighters, are you?”
“There is no one that can out fly us.” Came the boast. “Your recording friend over there,” Soundwave’s gaze slide to give Starscream a flat look but he did little else, “was told to find the best aerial combatant, correct? He came to us and was told a flier is only half his true potential without competent wingmates. Isn’t it then more of a question of how much you trust him?”
Megatron’s lips curled and he finally turned to Starscream. “I am no fool. I know Soundwave is an opportunist and so long as he believes there is a profit and a future in what I do, he will remain unwaveringly loyal. I didn’t ask about your ability to fly- I can see it as well as anyone. Your two wingmates have had designations where they’ve been put in combat situations. Have you?”
Starscream hesitated and that said as much as his quiet, “No. Not as such.”
“Why did you stop being a scientist, Starscream?”
“Because of you.” All the ego and all the anticipation had faded from the jet’s expression and beneath the carefully blank expression Megatron could see a smallest glimmer of fear. “I was told of the underground deathmatches and the first one I went to was the first one you fought. Your strength, your presence- you were overwhelming and I admired that power and ability. I saw what you were and I suddenly found what it was I wanted to become. There is little admiration for a scientist whose main talent is flight. It’s a hollow joy on top of hazardous and unappreciated work. Shuffled from one system to another and back again, spending stellar cycles making painstaking documentation just to be told to go elsewhere and double-check someone else’s notes.” In Starscream’s words and mannerisms Megatron saw something similar to the empty, routine existence that was once his own deep in the mines. In Starscream he saw that glimmer of fear and recognized it as his desperate want to be accepted and trusted upon by Megatron.
He saw a glimpse of the jet, the part that was raw and vulnerable and so very open and could see the way he could mold or break that fearless and so very fragile spirit of the young mech before him. Megatron turned back to the jets above. Thundercracker had abandoned the exercise with Laserbeak and Buzzsaw and instead was chasing after Skywarp who was twisting and hooting in front of him. The two smaller fliers rested wearily on Soundwave’s shoulders.
“Hook will upgrade all three of you. Soundwave has procured some interesting technology that I want to have tested. Once you’ve been deemed fully fit and compatible you will have the honor of launching the first step that changes an era.” Megatron nodded to the blue mech. Soundwave wordlessly slid his two companions back inside his chest compartment and transformed to begin the long ride back to the city. Megatron lingered enough to say, “I trust your abilities, Starscream. Do not fail me.”
Fandom: Transformers IDW
Rating: PG
Word Count: 792
Characters: Megatron and Starscream with Soundwave, Skywarp and Thundercracker in the background
Summary: Takes place in Megatron Origin 3, between his getting his fliers and their first mission. Just one of those ideas that hit you in the shower.
They stood on some derelict building and watched the three jets twist about in complex formation over airspace outside of the Autobot Security Force’s regular patrols. Soundwave felt no need to explain how he knew the existence of such places or when there’d be a lapse of diligence and Megatron felt no need to ask so long as things worked in his favor. Megatron watched the display until he felt the need to say, “Soundwave- deploy Laserbeak and Buzzsaw for agility maneuvers. Starscream, to me.”
The blue mech next to Megatron merely nodded and his chest compartment opened, letting out the aerials and watched them fly at and weave around Thundercracker and Skywarp. The red jet peeled off from them with an ‘Affirmative’. Excitement was barely contained in his vocalizer.
He transformed before the pair, touching down with such ease and lightness the ground was barely disturbed beneath him. “Yes, Megatron?”
“What were your previous occupations?” His optics stayed trained on the black and blue jets in the sky, easily turning each of the winged mini’s flight paths around until they were the ones being chased. These three were no simple fliers.
Flickering a look at his own wingmates, Starscream answered, “Skywarp was a supply runner for some time, acting as a convoy guard until he decided to be a mercenary flier. Thundercracker was once a part of the Security Force deployed along some of the less stable planets. He had quit and was freelancing with Skywarp by the time I met them. I was a scientist, primarily documenting and categorizing primordial worlds. There isn’t an atmospheric condition that has yet to best me.” He added with a smug grin.
“And the three of you fighters, are you?”
“There is no one that can out fly us.” Came the boast. “Your recording friend over there,” Soundwave’s gaze slide to give Starscream a flat look but he did little else, “was told to find the best aerial combatant, correct? He came to us and was told a flier is only half his true potential without competent wingmates. Isn’t it then more of a question of how much you trust him?”
Megatron’s lips curled and he finally turned to Starscream. “I am no fool. I know Soundwave is an opportunist and so long as he believes there is a profit and a future in what I do, he will remain unwaveringly loyal. I didn’t ask about your ability to fly- I can see it as well as anyone. Your two wingmates have had designations where they’ve been put in combat situations. Have you?”
Starscream hesitated and that said as much as his quiet, “No. Not as such.”
“Why did you stop being a scientist, Starscream?”
“Because of you.” All the ego and all the anticipation had faded from the jet’s expression and beneath the carefully blank expression Megatron could see a smallest glimmer of fear. “I was told of the underground deathmatches and the first one I went to was the first one you fought. Your strength, your presence- you were overwhelming and I admired that power and ability. I saw what you were and I suddenly found what it was I wanted to become. There is little admiration for a scientist whose main talent is flight. It’s a hollow joy on top of hazardous and unappreciated work. Shuffled from one system to another and back again, spending stellar cycles making painstaking documentation just to be told to go elsewhere and double-check someone else’s notes.” In Starscream’s words and mannerisms Megatron saw something similar to the empty, routine existence that was once his own deep in the mines. In Starscream he saw that glimmer of fear and recognized it as his desperate want to be accepted and trusted upon by Megatron.
He saw a glimpse of the jet, the part that was raw and vulnerable and so very open and could see the way he could mold or break that fearless and so very fragile spirit of the young mech before him. Megatron turned back to the jets above. Thundercracker had abandoned the exercise with Laserbeak and Buzzsaw and instead was chasing after Skywarp who was twisting and hooting in front of him. The two smaller fliers rested wearily on Soundwave’s shoulders.
“Hook will upgrade all three of you. Soundwave has procured some interesting technology that I want to have tested. Once you’ve been deemed fully fit and compatible you will have the honor of launching the first step that changes an era.” Megatron nodded to the blue mech. Soundwave wordlessly slid his two companions back inside his chest compartment and transformed to begin the long ride back to the city. Megatron lingered enough to say, “I trust your abilities, Starscream. Do not fail me.”
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