lordmegatronhasfallen

First DW RP account, but not first RP experience in general. It'll probably be a little awkward at first because I have no idea how DW works and Starscream's a new muse.

AUs:

Halo/Red vs Blue: Starscream's floated in space for a long, LONG time since his Autobot-sabotaged attempt to get himself a body again. Apparently, long enough for around five hundred years to have passed while he was busy being unconscious. Now, well... Better to hide and figure out what in the Pit is going on first. A Sabre is not the alt-mode he would like, but it's better than being caught in this strange new era.
Autobot Starscream: Either Starscream is the one who went down in the ice, or both he and Skyfire did. Either way, the Seeker that emerges is a far cry from the back-stabbing, power-hungry mech he usually would become. And he's willing to take a stand against those threatening this world and all the mechs still fighting for it. Because he's a scientist, slaggit.

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From:

wooerofevil

Well its not really that big a deal to find heaps of metal on Chorus. There's always ships crashing here. After all. This planet has slowly become a damn death trap.

What is weird however is this the fact this. Well Palomo isn't sure what this is. He's never really seen a much outside of Chorus. In fact.

Palomo is sure he's seen it move. "Wake up Charles. Its scrape. Just take what you can and get back to base with your findings."

Edited (misspelling) Date: 2020-08-20 12:45 am (UTC)

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

His day. Is ruined. Not that it was going well to start with. First he'd woken up in a scrap belt, only online enough to scan an alt-mode. Then, when he'd somehow managed to rouse himself enough to obey the pangs of hunger in his fuel tank and search for energy, the damn planet he'd been in orbit around dragged him down! What the frag was with its gravity!?

~~In some ways, it had reminded him far too much of that polar storm, all those years ago.~~

At some point in the descent and crash, he had blacked out. Now systems are only barely struggling online, the world coming into a poor excuse at focus. Ugh. He'd have to reboot his optics. And there was this voice... Primus, don't let it be an Autobot. Wings twitch groggily, but he's still a bit too fuzzy to actually try and sit up.

From:

wooerofevil

Palomo kneels down by the machine. Checking and pulling around at the metal bits. Pulling harder in some places. Trying to find what's loose and what's still work able. It shouldn't be too hard though. Well, he has helped Jensen put together a car or two.

Honestly. He should of had Jensen with him. She knows machine shit better then he every will. He's better at putting a foot in his mouth then engineering.

"Okay. You are WAY too well put together. Who ever made you really didn't want you taken apart. Congrats." He says aloud to himself and kicks at what Palomo is half sure is just a normal space plane.

God he really needs to know technically terms of all this. Jensen would kill him if she knew he didn't remember a damn name to any of their military gear.

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

There's a tug somewhere there absolutely shouldn't be, and Starscream can't help but snap out an, "Ow!" A reboot of his optics and sensors, and- Just great. He's attracted the local lifeforms. And then the little thing has to kick him! Well, Starscream's not going to let that just lie.

"Scram, retrorat!" And with that, what had been a beat up Sabre suddenly unfolds, wings moving to its back, arms and legs springing from where they were stowed, and Starscream - looking supremely peeved - glares down at- At whatever this is. Whatever it is, it's small enough to squash. But Starscream suppresses the urge to grind it beneath his pede for now; he needs to figure out where the frag he is and what year it is, first.

From:

wooerofevil

Palomo tenses shocked by the thing apparently!? Being alive?! He stumbles backwards. Arm going to his side to grab his gun. But this here.

Can this even be damaged by bullets? "Woah!" In the end though. It is kind of cool to see machine come to life. Palomo stares up at him. His helmet glints alittle. Is this some kind of new Mantis model?

Perhaps something like that Lopez guy that the Captains sometimes mentions. "Hey!" Palomo lowers his arm on his side. Forgetting entirely his gun. "Don't scram me! Mantis model, thing." Palomo puts his hands to his hips. "Are you a Mantis model? Weird as fuck Mantis."

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

"The frag is a 'mantis'?" Starscream snaps, putting his own hands on his hips. "I, miserable little creature, am Starscream, Air Commander and Second in Command of the Decepticons!" Or used to be, anyway. This puny little thing - he's not sure if it's mechanical or organic - doesn't have to know that.

"And I have some questions. Where have I landed? What planet is this?"

Edited Date: 2020-08-20 01:34 am (UTC)

From:

wooerofevil

"Oh!" Is this armor then. Is he an alien that crash landed here. "You're on Chorus, sir!" Palomo says suddenly a bit more formal. After all if this is a Commander of some army. He could be helpful to the cause!

The Captains are great! But they're not giants. And it would be good to have someone extra in the pocket right?

"Currently you're in the northern most entrance to our mines." Palomo shrugs dropping his formality slightly. "Kind of sucks you got dragged down here though. We're lucky to be out of most places of sight. I mean don't want use getting shot at!" Palomo laughs.

"But before you ask. We're in a civil war country, sir. You landed in the worst place at the worst time."

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

"A civil war, hm?" Interesting. Perhaps that gives him an opportunity, though he has no idea where the frag 'Chorus' even is. Either way, he likes how this one instantly understands rank.

He turns, narrowing his optics as he surveys the entrance to these mines. "Tell me more about this civil war of yours."

From:

wooerofevil

"You see!" Palomo begins excitedly bouncing on his heels in a way one really shouldn't be. "It all started when the New Republic wanted to branch away from the Federation! See we, the NR, wanted our own land here on the planet. Something we can govern and rule to our own standards and to our own whims. See we didn't quite see eye to eye with the Federation."

Palomo takes a deep breath in. "I don't know how to simplify it more then that sir. The Federation slaughtered us. So we're hiding in the one place they won't look. The one place they abandoned."

Palomo slowly stops rocking on his feet. "They killed everything." His enthusiasm stops.

"We've hired a gun for hire, the Feds hired one bigger in retaliation. We get a chance for hope. The Federation strikes back by stealing half of it."

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

Hmmm. Very interesting, indeed. These 'New Republic' were the underdog, then, and this sparkling perhaps didn't know much more than that.

Slyly, pulling on an air of concern, "And your... Resources? This planet doesn't offer enough to go head to head with this Federation- Or do they hold all the cards?" Ugh. An Earth-ism. No matter how much he tried, they snuck into his vocabulary like retrorats.

From:

wooerofevil

Palomo bolts his head up in a way that he believes this being has interest in their cause. This is good news to Palomo. As far as he's aware of it that is.

"We have alien material in our bunker." Palomo points to the floating towers off in the far distance. "There's also those. Mostly pretty towers but they were once Something powerful." Palomo shrugs. "We can't get them to work. But its great for scavenging and paying our merc with what's collected." Palomo pulls his arms back behind himself.

"The Federation though has a monopoly on food and water. We have engine fuel for various vehicles but still."

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

"I will require some of that fuel." Good, so he's not going to starve out here. At least that's a relief. "What sort of alien material?" If he's lucky, maybe it'll be Cybertronian- Or at least powerful enough for him to establish a foothold here. Fellow Decepticons or not, he won't turn down an opportunity- And a small empire will just be a taste of what he can achieve later.

But dead lackeys were also of no use. He wondered to himself for an idle moment whether this so-called Federation would be better to consort with, but- No. Alien material, instead of whatever monetary system they had on this planet? Well, that sounded like a far better deal to Starscream. "You're in a famine situation."

From:

wooerofevil

Palomo drops his arms to his side. "I can get you that, Commander Starscream." Palomo feels flushed in the face like he hadn't in some time. Usually only with it came the excitement and hope.

Like with the Captains. Now he just needs to either bring in this Air Force Commander. Or sneak some out himself. The war with the alien species on the outer limits of the system may very well still be happening. And granted he's not sure Felix would agree to work with an alien giant.

"Do you require it right away? It might be some time to get some. Oh fuck. I never introduced myself. I'm Lieutenant Charles Palomo!" He salutes and feels tense.

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

"Soon," he decides. "My tanks are low." Dangerously low- But to admit that would be to admit weakness to this native creature, and that just wouldn't do.

Despite that, he does his best, winning smile down at this Lieutenant. Wasn't it lovely to get shown a little respect? "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lieutenant Charles Palomo. I'll have to see your alien technology at some point. It sounds very promising."

From:

wooerofevil

"Then I shall prepare some right away!" Palomo says with a straightened back. "I don't think I can bring you inside the mines without some well explained means. Our merc was in the Great War and that might muddle a meeting if I don't explain you've crashed here and mean no harm!"

Palomo though feels his ears are red with some kind of warning. Like he should know better. But! Starscream seems trustworthy. He's got heroic colours on him. Red and Blue. What's not to trust about that!

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

"Hmm, you're likely right." Yes, slather it on a little- It was stupid to try and come up with the idea when it was already out there, anyway. "Then I'll have to find somewhere else to hide in the meantime. Would you know of a place, Lieutenant?"

Those red and blue wings, flicking in thought, also have a rather prominent - if faded and chipped - purple symbol on them, of course. ~~Don't worry about it.~~

From:

wooerofevil

Hm. A good spot. "There's a place a mile towards the Tower I pointed to! No one goes there unless they are scavenging. A large amusement park entrance to hide you in." Palomo says chipper and excited. Biting down his own nervous sudden anxiety. Going behind the General in a sense. Going behind Felix and maybe even the Captains.

But it can't be helped. "I'm already meant to be out here looking for parts anyway. They won't judge why I'm taking extra fuel to the towers!"

He looks at the purple symbol. Palomo wonders if its a Symbol of Rank. Or home. He hunches over for only a second then pops back to place. "I'll be there in an hour, sir!"

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

"It will have to do." He doesn't expect this sparkling to know the exact coordinates, but if it is an amusement park, it should be at least be visible from the air. His fuel will just have to stretch that far.

He nods, and in one smooth movement, jumps up. Parts refold, click together perfectly, and the form of the Saber hovers there in mid-air like no real starfighter of its kind can. "I'll expect to see you in an hour then, Lieutenant!"

And, with a rumble of his engines, Starscream is off like a shot.

From:

wooerofevil

The hour passes as Palomo had piled a jeep with alien tech scrape and fuel enough for what Palomo guesses is military type jet. Looked human made. Which Palomo did find frequently weird given the fact. He was certain this was an Alien robot of some sort.

Then again he also claims to be an Air Force Commander. Which tracks if he is a jet himself.

Palomo decides to push that thought out for the time being and work on things better in the moment. Like giving this alien bot some resources. Share that good will. And hopefully receive some back.

"Commander Starscream! I'm here." Palomo shouts he drives through the fallen gates of the amusement park. It was a well enough sized park yelling might not be enough. But Palomo could possible park the jeep and look for the Air Force Alien. Or maybe this guy's tech might of spotted him already and he won't have to deal with that.

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

The Decepticon, even despite his low tanks, has managed to carve himself out a space to sit in the wreckage of this place (a throne, if you will); it might not be much, but it's better than lying on the ground, and it's hidden enough to not be seen if he doesn't wish to. He's been going over his memory banks, but he still can't make heads or tails of where he's ended up. There's no way to tell how long he's been drifting, not really.

But he brightens upon seeing that this little creature has not only brought him the direly needed fuel, but some of that very tech he asked after. Oh, if only half the Decepticons that had been under his command had this kind of initiative! "Lieutenant!" He moves just enough so Palomo can see the flash of that blue and red, waving him over. "Let me see what you've brought."

From:

wooerofevil

Upon hearing the screechy voice of the Alien Commander, Palomo scouts briefly before locating the bright colours of Starscream. He gets out of the jeep quickly and figures the fuel is best to bring to him first. So Palomo attaches some of the old alien tech and guns to his back. Then gets the large fuel container in his arms.

He struggles to keep his feet steady as he hurries on them. "I've gotten guns, some old trackers. Pretty sure the big one in the jeep used to be a communication device. Or a vehicle. I'm not the expert." Palomo says with a light laugh. He then slips on his feet. Falling over.

Nothing is spilled but Palomo is caught with weight on his back and helmet slammed into the dirt. "This is why Tucker keeps telling you one thing at a time dumbass." He murmurs to himself.

Edited Date: 2020-08-21 09:17 pm (UTC)

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

Starscream rolls his optics, unable to not smirk at the amusing sight even as he reaches a hand out to pick up poor Palomo and set him back on his feet. He plucks the fuel container out of Palomo's arms, popping it open and settling back as he takes a long swig.

Ah, that was much better. It wasn't energon, but without the proper technology to convert it, this would have to do.

"You've done well, Lieutenant." Did he hear the self-deprecation? He most certainly did, and it's easy for Starscream to inject a little honey into his words. "Your initiative is much appreciated."

From:

wooerofevil

Palomo tenses a moment and bunches his arms close to himself. To contain the excitement of praise. Don't act like a child in front of an obviously much more experienced Soldier. But its so easy to see him beaming. Even with his face covered. Its all over his body language.

He then tenses more and drops his arms to his side looking up at Starscream and if his helmet was off would be grinning.

Showing that indeed Palomo received too little praise. Though the young Lieutenant would agree. He very rarely deserved it.

"It is my please, sir!" Palomo's voice is chipper and loud. Before he freezes up and crosses his arms in front of himself. Taking a moment to calm and then starts to take some of the tools off himself.

"Alright. Lets see what all in here is usable to you. I did gather some other information about more crash sites around Chorus. If we're lucky we might find something based on the ship you are mimicking. So any damages could be repairable that way." Palomo starts rambling only half sure what he's saying. He takes out a map of the their continent and puts it over the alien tech for the moment. Then under it as he decides it'll keep the wind from blowing it away. "Sorry its not a bigger map."

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

If there's one thing Starscream is good at, it's reading people. How else does he navigate the complicated internal politics of the Decepticons enough to actually get some fragging things done? Palomo - particularly in comparison to that complicated slagheap - is an open book. A bit of careful praise... And, Starscream muses, he may just cement himself an ally.

He adjusts his position and peers down at the map, head tilted slightly. "That is a perfect idea, Lieutenant." The map is committed to his memory banks with a pleased hum, taking in all the locations with a strategist's practiced optic. "I commend you for considering all the angles here."

Idly, he'll pick up one of the pieces of alien tech, turning it over in his hands. Definitely not Cybertronian make, he reflects, but it piques his interest all the same.

From:

wooerofevil

"Thank you, Starscream." Palomo takes a long breather in and looks up at the piece the Commander has collected from the pile and collection. He might get in serious trouble with General Kimball and Felix over this. He stole from Felix's wallet in all accounts after all.

"I do my best," Palomo says shyly but with a coy demeanor. He looks back to the map. Pointing at spots on it. "We should be here! The main tower Amusement park. Not everywhere as all this equipment though. So if you see something that might help you here. Pack it up." Palomo has a serious tone in his voice that quickly dies into playful. "I always keep forgetting important things at the base like a sniper scope."

He looks back up. "Speaking of forgetting things. Sir, do you know if any of your men had fallen to Chorus with you or were you alone?" There's a tone of concern in Palomo's voice.

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

"...No. I was alone." He scowls briefly; it's not like any of those scrap-for-brains knew he was alive, and his trine- Well. He'd seen what that slagging planet-eater had done to them.

Never mind he had no slagging clue how much time had passed.

But he makes an effort to put that feeling away for now, a box he'd get into later. Instead he declares, spinning the tiny (to him) piece of alien tech in his hand, "I'll have to study these- And searching the other locations shouldn't be hard." As long as he's fueled. "Well, you didn't miss anything this time. I'm impressed."

From:

wooerofevil

"I'm very sorry, it must be rough losing men. I lost my previous team too. So I sympathize." It stings alot of the time. But Palomo figures he might of opened some kind of wound in the other.

Palomo then shakes his head and nods at the praise. "I made extra sure I stayed on track! After all, you're a guest on this planet." He then nods. "I'll be sure to keep you supplied. But I do gotta be careful on my end. I didn't really get permission to do this."

There's silence for a short ten seconds. "I stole a little from the pile that goes to our merc."

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

Starscream snorts a bit. "He has had this entire map's worth of tech to choose from! If he misses some, then that is his problem! Besides..." He smirks. "You are entertaining a guest."

From:

wooerofevil

"You're right. You're right. And it'd be rude on behalf of the New Republic." Palomo yawns and feels his hand up to his helmet rubbing it like he would his eyes out of impulse. Running missions alone was tough.

He moves his hands down and unlatches his helmet and takes it off. Letting cold air hit him. "That's so much better. There's nothing near here for miles so if you wanna take off your helmet too its fine. Then again. I don't think that's a helmet is it."

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

Starscream sneers a little, looking down at his little bit of alien tech. "No, it's-" Aaaand he's looked up; if he'd been organic, his optics might've bugged out at the sight. "...Not."

"...What the slag? You're a human!? When the frag did humans get starships!?"

From:

wooerofevil

Palomo blinks three times before registering the confusion. Tensing momentarily. Was this really so startling? Maybe not startling. Utter confusion? Still. Palomo figures if his friend Commander had been out of the loop about humans this would be startling indeed. But then. "Well. We've had this technology for well over a five hundred years give or take a few decades."

Palomo moves his arm back and rubs the back of his neck. "Are you from.. out of the system? We've been out and about the galaxy for so long now." Palomo squints taking his arm down again.

If he was familiar with humans he might of been from the Milky Way but. How can you be from there and NOT KNOW?

"Its fine if you didn't know. I know jack shit about Earth so. Wait no that's not." Palomo purses his lips trying to figure out how to explain anything. "Are you not.. familiar at all with the Great War? How old even are you, Sir?" Palomo's heart sinks a little.

"How long were you even offline?"

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

"How should I know!?" Starscream snaps, standing up. "My internal chronometer is busted!" He's going to pace a little - surprisingly careful not to step on the little Lieutenant as he does - and shake his head. "For your information, I am many millions of your years old, and Cybertron is from out of the system but- We were on your planet for twenty of your years!" He thinks, anyway.

The implications are troubling. How long has he been out? And this Lieutenant doesn't even know what a Cybertronian is! Even if the Decepticons are gone, where the slag are the Autobots!?

From:

wooerofevil

Palomo finally finds himself feeling so much smaller then the Deceptacon commander. Something he probably should of focused on in the first place. Yes, Starscream is friendly to him. But their size difference creates a danger Palomo should of registered!

"Millions of years? Twenty of mine.. I.. I don't."

He tenses standing up nearly tripping over his own helmet. Looking down and kicking it away. Palomo was not trained for something like this. How can anything be millions of years in age.

Palomo tries to take a step forward and tenses as Starscream voice booms in his ears. "Sir!" Palomo tries to call to him. "I.. I don't know how to help with this, sir." How does anyone know how to help with this. Palomo holds his arms to himself.

So small. In shear, age, size and strength. But Palomo doesn't run even if the warnings in his ears tell him to.

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

Starscream turns sharply, glaring down at Palomo. It might not be Charles' fault, but Starscream's voice is nothing but sharply commanding, thousands of years of being the Air Commander contained within it as he asks, "Lieutenant, what year is it in your species' reckoning?"

From:

wooerofevil

Palomo hears that order and straightens up. His voice cracks a moment and stutters a letter briefly before he clears his throat. "Year twenty-five fifty-eight." At least he thinks. "Give or take a year."

Palomo swallows looking up at Starscream. Careful of anything coming out of his mouth. Truth is, Tucker might actually be the NICE commander after all.

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

"....It's been almost five hundred and sixty years!?" Oh boy. He's living up to his name with that screech, that's for sure. "They left me in space for seven vorns! Those fragging glitches-"

His vents are cycling heavily as he turns away just as abruptly, spitting curses and stomping off. Well, he doesn't make it very far; on the way, he kicks at a building whose roof has collapsed inwards and hits a bit of machinery inside. There's a squawk of pain and a hop to clutch his poor pede. Who knew Cybertronians got the equivalent of stubbed toes?

From:

wooerofevil

Palomo stands in a mixture of horrified nervous laughter that is quiet under his breath. He turns to follow Starscream but. Palomo isn't sure what to do here. "I'm sorry, Starscream." The day is getting late and Palomo doesn't know if he should or even could leave Starscream as he was.

"I can't imagine what its like." If they were all dead and that's why he was left all alone. That's one thing. But if it was another. Palomo dreads the very thought. So he finally approaches the Commander slowly. Watching his feet carefully. In case he starts to pace again.

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

But no, he doesn't pace; instead he stands still, scowling at the middle distance for a tense few moments. "...Whatever. This doesn't change much! I just need to know what's happened in my absence." Other Decepticons or not, he could still set up a power base here.

"Lieutenant Palomo! Judging by human cycles, I would assume you have to get back to your faction at some point. When you return, bring me some information on human history for the past five hundred or so years." A pause, a consider, then grudgingly, "If they exist."

From:

wooerofevil

Palomo relaxes lightly. Relieved he's being dismissed. Not because he's scared! No not too horrible of Starscream. The bot had just realized he was displaced in time. Anyone would be upset!

No Palomo is more worried he'll be yelled at for not collecting proper material for the day and spending all of it with Starscream. Not that he's gonna explain that. Nah he's just gonna let himself take full fall. Till he can figure out a way to explain any of this.

"I can't promise we have alot of detail on Chorus for human history but! Oh! Simmons! He's a nerd!" Palomo starts off saying rather loudly and his volume lowers before shouting again. "I'll be right on it, Sir. You can count on me!" Palomo salutes and hurries back to his jeep.

From:

lordmegatronhasfallen

"I'm sure I can, Lieutenant." The expression Starscream casts at Palomo's retreating back is nothing but considering. Sly, a little. No other Decepticons, no real knowledge of what had happened in his years in stasis...

He leans down, and scoops up the lost helmet, turning it over carefully in his fingers. Well. He wasn't Air Commander for nothing. There was still opportunity here- And Starscream would be a fool not to take it.

This planet would be his.