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dunmurderin) wrote2007-02-04 05:21 pm
dunmurderin) wrote2007-02-04 05:21 pm
Entry tags:
If Only
Title: If Only
Word Count: approximately 465 words
Characters: Starscream
Warnings/Rating: G/Gen
Author's Note: Takes place right before opening of "Revenge of Bruticus." Starscream on the asteroid contemplates the events of "Starscream's Brigade."
It should have worked. It would have worked, if only.... Oh, where to begin?
If only he'd had better materials to work with.
If only he'd had access to better tools and equipment.
If only he'd had a real medic to assist him.
If only he'd chosen a more stable bunch.
Starscream turned and glared at his 'brigade'. Or at least at those of them who were within his visual range. Blast Off had been hitched to their asteroid prison and was pulling it like a tow-drone dragging a cart. A ridiculous plan that was sure to serve no purpose but to drain Blast Off's fuel reserves -- a fact he'd been able to prove mathematically -- but had they listened? Oh, no, of course not! They'd all joined ranks and stood behind Onslaught, looking at Starscream as if this were all his fault.
Ingrates. He'd freed them from Room 217 and this was how they repaid him. If he hadn't remembered their imprisonment, they'd still be stuck in that drawer, slowly rotting away until they simply winked out of existence without so much as a whimper. And had they so much as thanked him? No! Nothing but complaints and threats from the beginning.
If only he'd had the Robo-smasher or some of Bombshell's cerebro-shells, then he could have made them a nice, docile little goon squad. Then his plan would have worked! Or if not, he'd at least have been able to order the Combaticons to stay behind and fight while he made his escape in the finest traditions of Decepticon leadership. Megatron would have eventually cooled off, just like he always did, and Starscream would have gone back to his rightful place among the Decepticons, just like he always did. Megatron's Earth forces weren't strong enough for him to simply toss away anyone for long -- especially not someone as actually useful as he was.
Of course, now that these stubborn, idiotic children had insisted on moving them, his eventual rescue and return was going to be delayed, possibly indefinitely. And he was going to be stuck with them for that entire time. Stuck having to listen to their complaints and their taunts and their "oh-so-clever" threats and, possibly the worst of all, their plans for revenge. Not that he had anything personally against the idea of vengeance but, really, he'd read the reports on the Combaticons -- they'd gotten no more than they'd deserved! The Empire hadn't gotten as strong as it had by rewarding failures.
He looked out at them again, then up at the vastness of open space around them and the decision was made. He was leaving, now, fast as he could, as far as he could, better to die alone in space than be surrounded by this troop of mechanized morons.
Word Count: approximately 465 words
Characters: Starscream
Warnings/Rating: G/Gen
Author's Note: Takes place right before opening of "Revenge of Bruticus." Starscream on the asteroid contemplates the events of "Starscream's Brigade."
It should have worked. It would have worked, if only.... Oh, where to begin?
If only he'd had better materials to work with.
If only he'd had access to better tools and equipment.
If only he'd had a real medic to assist him.
If only he'd chosen a more stable bunch.
Starscream turned and glared at his 'brigade'. Or at least at those of them who were within his visual range. Blast Off had been hitched to their asteroid prison and was pulling it like a tow-drone dragging a cart. A ridiculous plan that was sure to serve no purpose but to drain Blast Off's fuel reserves -- a fact he'd been able to prove mathematically -- but had they listened? Oh, no, of course not! They'd all joined ranks and stood behind Onslaught, looking at Starscream as if this were all his fault.
Ingrates. He'd freed them from Room 217 and this was how they repaid him. If he hadn't remembered their imprisonment, they'd still be stuck in that drawer, slowly rotting away until they simply winked out of existence without so much as a whimper. And had they so much as thanked him? No! Nothing but complaints and threats from the beginning.
If only he'd had the Robo-smasher or some of Bombshell's cerebro-shells, then he could have made them a nice, docile little goon squad. Then his plan would have worked! Or if not, he'd at least have been able to order the Combaticons to stay behind and fight while he made his escape in the finest traditions of Decepticon leadership. Megatron would have eventually cooled off, just like he always did, and Starscream would have gone back to his rightful place among the Decepticons, just like he always did. Megatron's Earth forces weren't strong enough for him to simply toss away anyone for long -- especially not someone as actually useful as he was.
Of course, now that these stubborn, idiotic children had insisted on moving them, his eventual rescue and return was going to be delayed, possibly indefinitely. And he was going to be stuck with them for that entire time. Stuck having to listen to their complaints and their taunts and their "oh-so-clever" threats and, possibly the worst of all, their plans for revenge. Not that he had anything personally against the idea of vengeance but, really, he'd read the reports on the Combaticons -- they'd gotten no more than they'd deserved! The Empire hadn't gotten as strong as it had by rewarding failures.
He looked out at them again, then up at the vastness of open space around them and the decision was made. He was leaving, now, fast as he could, as far as he could, better to die alone in space than be surrounded by this troop of mechanized morons.
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