#verse [ birdfather ] tyran

[ascheming]

Too late, the baby is crawling in here too! | @notafraid-ofyou

Eugh, it's warm and wet and disgusting. It's already his.

He's just going to let it chew on his fingers like all the other hatchlings hiding under his plating.

[ascheming]

Starscream is distracted from his hatchling headcount by the question posed, his helm alone swiveling back in Blades' direction.

"They usually steal from my lines. I believe others I've encountered liken them to scraplets. By all means, if you're willing to sacrifice a little spare metal, feel free."

He huffs out a dark laugh at that, then realizes he's lost track of the progress on his headcount. "Fuck."

Blades highly doubted he was going to be using this any time soon. Or at all. He didn't really need to, and as much pride he had in not injuring himself with it, he wasn't much of a fan of firing a gun. He also didn't know where he was going to put an entire rifle. "Thank you...?"

He mentally debated trying to put the gun into his subspace or not, decided 'hmm I probably shouldn't try to do that unless I want to become Swiss cheese', and instead set it on the ground and, most importantly, not pointing at anyone.

"Do uh," He tilted to the side a bit to try and catch sight of any of the little ones hiding in the mech's plating. "Do they like energon treats? Or just regular energon?"

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verses - wip

verse [ ENOUGH AFFECTION ]

Earthspark. Main Verse. The tiger. He destroyed his cage. Yes. YES. The tiger is out!

verse [ FUCK THIS SHIT I’M OUT ]

IDW (2005 Reboot). Main Verse. Tired of everyone undermining his authority during his reign, Starscream quit quite gloriously and is now being the most annoying nuisance to the government you’ve ever seen, while taking a “well-deserved” vacation.

verse [ THERAPY BABY! ]

Cyberverse. Main Verse. Get this boy some therapy, ASAP! Teletran-X tried, but coupled with Starscream’s conniving nature and Teletran’s overly trusting one, it wasn’t a great match. Looks like the Autobots will have to try a bit harder to rehabilitate Starscream properly.

verse [ BIRDFATHER ]

Tyran/Bayverse. Main Verse. Post DotM, Starscream is found by Ratchet thanks to thescraplets young Cybertronians he’d stuffed under his armor before the battle for Chicago. He has little to no visual feed and heavily relies on his electro-magnetic field to observe his surroundings.

verse [ FORTUNATELY UNFORTUNATE ]

Aligned. Post-Predacons Rising, Starscream survives the Predacons’ attack and ends up seething with the Autobots. He’s not sure how he got here, but he’s mad about it.

verse [ ONE BOTS TRASH ]

Aligned. Crack. Trash King Starscream ruling over his trash mountain in the rubble of Six Lasers Over Cybertron

verse [ WHEN ARE WE AGAIN ]

Aligned. A Starscream of many whens, each ‘death’ displaces him to a backwards point in the timeline. 

verse [ UNEASY IS THE HELM ]

IDW (2005 Reboot). Starscream’s in charge of Cybertron, to everyone’s chagrin. He’s surprisingly not bad at it, if a bit self-sabotaging. 

verse [ RANDOM UPDATES FROM THE VOID ]

Beast Wars. Crack. Just a spark, frothing with rage as it zooms through space.

[ascheming]

@pacis-quod-alcedonia

"Are you standing or are you helping? I'd much prefer if you were helping."

[ascheming]

@red-in-revolt

"I may not be able to see you, but I can smell you. Hiding won't do you much good for long."

[ascheming]

headcanon // birdfather

verse; Tyran/Bay, post Dark of the Moon

Following the Battle of Chicago, Starscream was recovered by Ratchet, who found him on the brink of death. Accompanying him were many hatchlings, which were nestled close to his frame and energon lines and remained vastly unaffected by the explosion that had nearly sent Starscream to the Well.

With Ratchet’s medical knowledge, Starscream was able to resume full mobility and 85% of his original processing power, but his optics could not be so easily salvaged. As ever, Ratchet did what he could, but Starscream’s visibility remains low at best. Fortunately, Seekers rarely rely on optic-encrypted, light-based sight while in alt-mode; instead, they make better use of infrared scanners, long-range sensitivity, altitude control, etc, to perform flight-based maneuvers.

The drawbacks are mostly cited whilst in bipedal mode; Starscream’s light perception is abysmal, and while he can easily gauge distance from objects and the locations of other mecha and beings from his systems, he is no longer attuned to subtle changes, such as facial expressions, body language, nor is he able to easily perceive light or color-based changes to the world around him. To make up for conversational short-comings with other mecha, Starscream relies heavily on his electro-magnetic field to sense changes in mood and behavior – much like a regular Cybertronian, but with his field now at the forefront of his processors rather than an idle background program.

Another side effect of the damage to his helm is memory loss, which is usually evident when his processors randomly dump any stored information. Starscream is left motionless and often confused, with little recollection as to what he was doing before the memory dump. The severity ranges from forgetting how to operate a simple diagnostic program to sometimes entirely forgetting who he is, though the latter is very, very rare. Instances of memory loss occur with less and less frequency, as his processors reconstruct themselves around the damaged parts.

[ascheming]

He can't see your disapproval, Megatron. Shoo, scram.

[ascheming]

Watching in the most metaphorical sense as Megatron fucks this one up. He's a brooding hen don't get it near him or it's already his.

[ascheming]

tag drop

[ascheming]

verses - wip

verse [ ENOUGH AFFECTION ]

Earthspark. Main Verse. The tiger. He destroyed his cage. Yes. YES. The tiger is out!

verse [ FUCK THIS SHIT I’M OUT ]

IDW (2005 Reboot). Main Verse. Tired of everyone undermining his authority during his reign, Starscream quit quite gloriously and is now being the most annoying nuisance to the government you’ve ever seen, while taking a “well-deserved” vacation.

verse [ BIRDFATHER ]

Tyran/Bayverse. Main Verse. Post DotM, Starscream is found by Ratchet thanks to thescraplets young Cybertronians he’d stuffed under his armor before the battle for Chicago. He has little to no visual feed and heavily relies on his electro-magnetic field to observe his surroundings.

verse [ FORTUNATELY UNFORTUNATE ]

Aligned. Post-Predacons Rising, Starscream survives the Predacons’ attack and ends up seething with the Autobots. He’s not sure how he got here, but he’s mad about it.

verse [ ONE BOTS TRASH ]

Aligned. Crack. Trash King Starscream ruling over his trash mountain in the rubble of Six Lasers Over Cybertron

verse [ WHEN ARE WE AGAIN ]

Aligned. A Starscream of many whens, each ‘death’ displaces him to a backwards point in the timeline. 

verse [ UNEASY IS THE HELM ]

IDW (2005 Reboot). Starscream’s in charge of Cybertron, to everyone’s chagrin. He’s surprisingly not bad at it, if a bit self-sabotaging. 

verse [ RANDOM UPDATES FROM THE VOID ]

Beast Wars. Crack. Just a spark, frothing with rage as it zooms through space.

verse [ THERAPY BABY! ]

Cyberverse. Get this boy some therapy, ASAP! Teletran-X tried, but coupled with Starscream’s conniving nature and Teletran’s overly trusting one, it wasn’t a great match. Looks like the Autobots will have to try a bit harder to rehabilitate Starscream properly.

[ascheming]

"Very good," Starscream all but purrs.

Satisfied that Blades isn't going to injure himself with the weapon, he withdraws and begins the arduous process of checking himself for fleas counting his children.

Once content, he says, "You can keep the gun. Practice makes perfect -- or something of that nature."

Blades did his best to stand how he was instructed and, most importantly, hold the gun properly, letting himself be poked and prodded into place. His rotors give a twitch at the slight tingling sensation. "Ok. Alright this isn't so hard."

Ok. Now all he had to do was aim at the rock again and fire. Easy peasy. Now he knew what he was doing! Kind of. Maybe.

Now that he had a better idea of how the recoil of the gun was, it didn't knock him onto his rear. It still made him wince a little as it kicked against his shoulder. He didn't hit the rock, instead hitting the ground directly next to the rock, but hey! It was progress! "I did it! I missed but I did it!"

[ascheming]

Permission granted, Starscream entirely unfurls his field, enveloping the (much) smaller frame. "Ah, yes. I see." He doesn't, but this is as close as he gets. With that, he gets to work, poking and prodding Blades into the correct position.

"Relax your knees. Yes. Now, lean forward a bit. Hmm. And this," he pushes the stock down, pressing it firmly into Blade's shoulder joint, "goes here. Other hand here."

Once satisfied, he leaves his field as a faint tingle against rotors, his servo right behind it to catch Blades again, should he somehow mess this up again.

"I can't see the target, and to be frank, I don't care if you hit it. The ability is what matter more to me. Ready?"

Blades sat up, rubbing at his shoulder strut with a small wince. He then squeaked when he was hauled back up to his pedes by the other grabbing a hold of his canopy. He gave his shoulder another look over. Amazingly enough, there wasn't a dent, just a scratch.

"I'd really like to not almost knock my arm off again, so ok," The smaller mech replied.

[ascheming]

"Hmm," is the first response Starscream has to that particular display. Had he functioning optics, he would be peering down at Blades incredulously. His second response isn't much better. "You're not dead, are you? Up, again."

He doesn't wait for Blades to get up himself; instead, he reaches down and grasps at the nearest protruding piece of plating he can find, then hauls the little mech back to his feet.

"I can show you how to hold it correctly, but I'll have to touch you for it. May I?"

"Uh-huh," he raised the weapon so he could look through the scope, keeping the advice to not hold it too close to his optics. He absolutely is not holding it correctly, the only saving grace being that he has enough sense to point to shooty end away from the both of them. He has a very vague idea how from watching TV, but that's not exactly accurate a lot of the time. "Understood. Don't point the dangerous end at anyone. Got it." If he sounds nervous, it's because he is.

The helicopter bot vented a few times to ease his nerves. This was fine. This was easy! A walk in the park. Nothing could go wrong.

It was that moment he realized his grip was way too loose, because the recoil sent the butt of the rifle right into his shoulder plating with a loud CLANK and knocked him onto his aft. Amazing. Well done, Blades. He didn't even hit the rock, instead hitting a tree a good several meters back and to the left. Outstanding.

[ascheming]

And uppies he will gladly give her. He's not particularly adept at human children, so he assumes they behave the same as his hatchlings and plops her down on a flat plate near his head.

This can only end well.

The human baby is unaware that the flying Dorito has inadvertently saved her from being sold to the government or eaten by a chaos god. She's giggling happily, raising her arms up. She wants uppies.

[ascheming]

Have at it, kid. That finger now belongs to you.

His field is shooting daggers at Megatron. Back off, his now.

Izzy is trying to figure out if she like this funny looking person or not. He looked like a dorito but he was nice. She laughs a little, biting his finger again.

[ascheming]

As Barricade launches himself betwixt Starscream's legs, a heavy clawed servo slams down on his hood, the squealing of metal on metal satisfying and loud. His helm doesn't swivel to follow the moves the automobile makes, but the wings at his back twitch and shift in a way that indicates that Barricade is being watched, albeit not in a traditional sense. Everyone can see the ruined plates of his face; he can't exactly hide his condition.

Even if he can't levy an angry red stare in the other's direction, he can let him feel the pure hatred stemming from his field in waves, a tide unchecked.

"Oh, my dear Barricade. You have greatly misjudged your worth. In fact, killing you would make my life far easier -- it is by my 'mercy' alone that I don't rid the galaxy of your miserable existence. I found you, you insufferable little cretin. Don't you forget it."

Barricade may ramble on and on and on about how he 'let it happen', but the facts remain. They are here now. And Starscream's not exactly the sort to not to follow through with his threats.

Despite Barricade's best efforts, he's still looming, if at a bit of a distance.

"I'm not entrusting you with the children, if that's what you're wondering. You're too stupid and they're even more so. No."

He lifts his arms and lets far more metal that should be entirely possible to fit fall out of his subspace and onto the ground. It's all different shapes and sizes, ranging from pieces of cars to refined machining sheets. There's even the odd Cybertronian limb in the tangle.

"You're on metal-sorting duty. I can smell rust, but I can't see it, nor how bad it is. And you know how peckish the brood can be."

"AH, THERE IT IS. YOUR GLOWING PERSONALITY THAT NEVER FAILS TO INSPIRE LOYALTY."

He was already in first gear. Measuring power carefully, as he doesn't want to uselessly burn rubber, Barricade hits the gas and speeds forward, right between the much larger Seeker's hocks.

But, he isn't running. He just didn't want to be loomed over anymore.

Turning around after achieving a comfortable distance, Barricade halts, facing Starscream.

"YOU SHOULD CONSIDER YOUR POSITION, STARSCREAM, AND CONSIDER IT CAREFULLY. YOU NEED ME. I DO NOT NEED YOU. I CAN DISAPPEAR ON THIS PATHETIC PLANET AND YOU WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO FIND ME. THAT IS MY SPECIALTY. REMEMBER THAT."

Best not to goad the fickle Air Commander more than necessary.

"NOW WHAT IS IT THAT YOU REQUIRE HELP WITH?"