He did not answer the other question...feeling no need to flaunt his actions as his Lieutenant often had. What they had accomplished thus far wouldn't matter....only the outcome of this conflict, here, now, would.
It was...a pity.
He'd need to find out more about what Starscream had been up to, once this fight was over, in order to continue his conquest of the earth....determine whom, of Starscream's minions, could be loyal, once again. It would have been so much easier just to leave him to continue as he had been doing...
But their arenas had been overlapping, already.
The push and pull of politics, the strain of conflicting ideals... There could be only one great manipulator of designs, for this world, before it turned into another Cybertron...
...and he would not allow that, this time.
He was there in moments, already prepared, nestled comfortably in a larger exoskeleton of his own. It was stolen technology...taken from Starscream's designs and modified to fit his uses, and though the interface was not as smooth the power of the suit made him content. This power would do, for now, until the day that he could find enough to satiate his lust.
Dropping from the belly of a transport, remote controlled, he landed in a crouch in the green fields below, waiting for the dust to clear, knowing that his adversary would be there, soon. Starscream had something to prove, after all... something he'd been waiting to prove for vast millenia.
Perhaps, today, Megatron would gift him with something Starscream would never be able to appreciate.
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He did not answer the other question...feeling no need to flaunt his actions as his Lieutenant often had. What they had accomplished thus far wouldn't matter....only the outcome of this conflict, here, now, would.
It was...a pity.
He'd need to find out more about what Starscream had been up to, once this fight was over, in order to continue his conquest of the earth....determine whom, of Starscream's minions, could be loyal, once again. It would have been so much easier just to leave him to continue as he had been doing...
But their arenas had been overlapping, already.
The push and pull of politics, the strain of conflicting ideals...
There could be only one great manipulator of designs, for this world, before it turned into another Cybertron...
...and he would not allow that, this time.
He was there in moments, already prepared, nestled comfortably in a larger exoskeleton of his own. It was stolen technology...taken from Starscream's designs and modified to fit his uses, and though the interface was not as smooth the power of the suit made him content. This power would do, for now, until the day that he could find enough to satiate his lust.
Dropping from the belly of a transport, remote controlled, he landed in a crouch in the green fields below, waiting for the dust to clear, knowing that his adversary would be there, soon. Starscream had something to prove, after all...
something he'd been waiting to prove for vast millenia.
Perhaps, today, Megatron would gift him with something Starscream would never be able to appreciate.
Perhaps, today, he shall give him a fair fight.