This is totally not as creepy as it looks like

[aerospacecommander]

WHO: Starscream and whoever wants to bother him.
WHERE: Various places, he's just flying around.
WHEN: Now.
WHAT: Killing things
WARNINGS: ... monster death?



Starscream didn't care about rallying with the others. He didn't even care what the so-called first forged wanted or were interested in. Nor did he care about anyone who might need protection.

What he did care about was finally getting the opportunity to slaughter some things. It had been far too long since he had the chance to unleash a rain of fire upon an enemy. Jetfire made those sort of things slightly ... difficult.

But he'd worry about that later.

For now he opened fire on the various creatures blow. He stuck to the air for the most part, using his null ray to neutralize most before he landed in for the kill.

It brought back quite a few memories actually -- enough so that he moved towards one of the mechanical-now-dead things and crushed its head with his foot. But that was the most merciful thing he managed before he tore open the creature and ripped out a gimbal.

If he was going to be here awhile, he might as well start collecting trophies.

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[aerospacecommander]

"So if your personality and viewpoint of science were similar to Shockwave's -- would I have ended up with twenty clones instead of just one?"

For as egotistical as Starscream was, he could not stand the idea of multiple versions of himself. One clone had been enough.

And being stuck in a world with ... alternates was just as bad.

He dipped downward and flew under Jetfire, starting up the fire from his cannons once again. To make up for the dreadful thoughts of being cloned, he mentally pictured every creature he was shooting as Shockwave.

That seemed to help.

[angleofscience]

"... Do you really want to know that, Starscream?" Jetfire would rather not admit it, but objectively the facts led to that... and maybe a lot more, as he did not base his reasons, plans and actions around and on logic.

And if you let science rule unbound by morals, ethics or personal desires... The static sigh over the comm was neatly hidden behind another volley of cannon-fire.

"Considering what actually - besides you - made me join the Decepticons originally, and what, conversely, made me leave... Also consider that Shockwave feels the need to trace all his actions to logic whereas I do not." Jetfire muttered as Starscream flipped to fly underneath him, which merely caused Jetfire to aim beyond of where Starscream was littering the ground with fire.

He didn't even need to think about the adjustments of having Starscream in that position - they were already being made from familiarity.

[aerospacecommander]

Starscream almost laughed over the comm but it was hard to tell if it was caused by what Jetfire said or because he managed to blow a Sharkticon's head clear off.

Either worked really.

"Is that a 'Yes, Starscream, I would have created a hundred of you because I cannot live without you in my life, but they would all be obviously inferior copies of the real thing who is just too amazing for words.'?"

Stop giving Starscream reasons to gloat about himself, Jetfire.

[angleofscience]

He was, admittedly, somewhat stunned. Then his logic-center caught up with the rest of his processor and of course Starscream wouldn't take it seriously. Jetfire chuckled, hiding the the static noise of relieved exasperation behind it.

"At that point, I'd like to point out that I was living with you, and they would have been used for a lot less... personal interactive things than conversation or similar matters." He could have left it at that, but he was, if nothing else, always thourough.

"I'm not just talking about cloning, Starscream. But I suppose it doesn't matter. It didn't, and won't, happen," Jetfire said, the thrum of his voice and the inflection having to substitute for the helmshake he'd otherwise have used.

He briefly dropped back and then under the Seeker, the vibrations from his boosters working on low effect likely felt up through Starscream's undercarriage as Jetfire for once didn't aim beyond where Starscream was, but rather underneath them, briefly littering the ground with a hail of laser fire before he angled sideswards and flipped around to be above Starscream again.

[aerospacecommander]

"Yeah, yeah. I know. You joined the good-guy brigade. Yay for them."

Starscream allowed a huff to rumble over the comm frequency. They had gotten passed that, really they did. Starscream wasn't still bitter over the whole thing.

He totally had gotten over it.

The laser fire that ripped through several creatures and practically exploded them completely proved it.

Nope, no hard feelings.

But it was interesting how Starscream could go from not being serious to annoyed in a matter of seconds.

[angleofscience]

Starscream? Sweetie, honeybunch, dearspark? Do get over yourself. Not that that was Jetfire's actual... or even peripheral thought-process, even less in those words.

However, they were not going to have this discussion (again) merely because he dared to bring up a relevant factor in the conversation that was vaguely related to what Starscream had gotten annoyed over.

"Quite." Jetfire would have shaken his helm if he could have, and this time any vocal inflection just wasn't enough. Maybe it was just as well that something lumbered around a hill and roared at them, the smaller creatures they'd been shooting scattering out of its way to either skitter away or hide behind it.

Not that Jetfire needed convenient larger enemies to shut down or redirect a conversation there would be no gain in having, but it helped.

"Even if I would have wanted to stay, we've got other matters to attend to." And he had wanted to do that, but couldn't, in the end, justify it. Guilt flickered briefly and faintly along his cerebro-circuits anyway, but this, as well as how Irtonhide had reacted... well, he was used to it.