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techbiltI am really sorry this is so late. Please forgive me. D:
Another battle and another celebration had the Nemesis tipsy. The Autobots base was destroyed, nothing would have survived the blast. In Starscreams honest opinion it was the perfect time to celebrate! In a rare bout of kindness Megatron allowed high grade to be distilled for a night, the Decepticons partied hard. It had been a huge win over the Autobots this day.
Starscream sipped at his cube of engex, it was only his second cube, Knock Out had to be atleast on his tenth cube of high grade. Starscream felt bad for him, knowing that the love of his life had perished at the hands of humans, brought back as a mech suit for a skinbag, then turned him into a zombie which they had to kill. It would drive anyone to drink really. He seemed to be getting friendly with one of the Eradicons, J3ff maybe? D4r3y1? Starscream had a hard time remembering the names they had choosen for themselves. Knock Out was probably going to take one of the drones back to his quarters tonight, frag ‘em then boot ‘em.
Starscream took another swig of his high grade, he wished he felt comfortable enough with his own losses to have one night stands like that. Skywarp and Thundercracker had been lost to the stars, gone with everyone else. Maybe not dead but they definitely weren’t here. They would have loved this, partying over the ruins of the Autobot outpost on this backwater planet. The severed arm of Optimus Prime still sparking laughing over the grave sight of 5 Autobots bodies. Or atleast what they assumed were Autobot bodies, it was hard to tell with all of the wreckage what was building and what was mecha.
Still there was reason to celebrate! Optimus Prime had lost and Lord Megatron had won! What more could a Decepticon ask for? Well Starscream could think of a few things that would have made this win better, but he knew better than to assert his rightful place as the leader of the Decepticons.
Megatron was no where to be seen, probably mourning the loss of such a strong opponent or possibly fragging Soundwave into the next room, since the silent mech seemed to be missing from the celebrations as well. That meant that Starscream was the sparkling sitter for all of these mecha. Drunk off their afts celebrating one of the few complete wins they had ever gotten.
Starscream jumped as someone had bumped into him. He growled turning around – who would dare touch the SIC of the Decepticon? “You!”
“Frag!” shouted the vehicon. He turned around and his wings dropped so fast they hit the others who had been pushing him around. “Commander Starscream! I’m so so so so sorry.”
The seeker only growled at the vehicon. And the vehicon flinched. The flier kept his wings low, had he been an actual mech Starscream would have recognized it as submission. But this vehicon was artificial life. Starscream wasn’t even sure what he was doing here. “Apology accepted. Scram.”
The seeker turned back around facing the bar and downed his high grade. It wouldn’t be enough to get him hammered but he’d try damn it. He’d try. The memories of Skywarp and TC were strong tonight. Another long swig of high grade and another frame sat next to him. “Thought I told you to scram,” hissed Starscream.
“You did,” confirmed the vehicon. Nameless as far as Starscream was concerned. As far as anyone knew they didn’t have feelings like the rest of them mere machines, just here to work and recharge. That’s what they were built for, it wasn’t uncommon for the older non-eradicons to take up some kind of companionship with the drones, Starscream wasn’t sure of the nature of those such companionship and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. “But you look lonely.”
“Your observation is unnecesar- Get your servo off my wing or you’re gonna wish you had a hook for a hand.” Starscream glared at the eradicon unhappy with the others bold move of touching his wings. The seeker huffed and he returned to drinking his engex.
“Sorry it’s just. Your wings are so pretty. They look like they need some TLC. May I?” asked the eradicon. He braced himself for Starscream to rip him a new one. But this vehicon just really wanted to help out the commander.
Starscream was silent for a while. It had been a long time since he had anyone want to help him buff the scratched on his wings. He sized the eradicon up, looking for any indication that the other might be looking to take advantage of the commander or even harm him. But the eradicon didn’t seem to hold that same look in his optics as the other Decepticons. With the others a look of violence and harmful intent lingered deep and burned bright, but this eradicon either due to naivety or some other inexperience he seemed to only have kindness and hope? It had been a long time since Starscream had seen hope in a Decepticon. Especially an eradicon. “Sure. Follow me.”
The eradicon blinked, his own wings twitching with raw anticipation. He was almost too excited to merely follow the air commander, too excited to move his peds, too excited to understand the words coming from the air commander. But he followed his baser processes picked up the slack when it came to the conflicting subroutines his spark was throwing and his processor was attempting to spit out.
It seemed surreal the moment Starscream unlocked his room, leading the other into the aircommanders space. Big enough for three mechs, had the others of the command trine been there they likely would have bunked with Starscream as well. Seekers were social creatures, they needed time with a group and he wanted to offer that for the commander, for his own selfish reasons but more so for Starscream.
He stood in the door way and Starscream wasn’t all that amused, he had offered to buff his wings, so he expected the other to buff his wings. A promise was a promise. There was a chair, in the room specifically designed for winged mechs, Praxian and Seekers had a ton of these furniture issues in common. Starscream sat in the chair, his chest and cockpit resting against what normal mechs would consider the ‘back’ of the chair and leaned into the cushioned chair. His wings fluttering on his back to show his guest just what Starscream wanted.
The eradicon approached him, cautious knowing that Starscream wasn’t known for being a very stable mech at all times of the day. They had had a big victory so he was certain that the flier was much more likely to be in a better mood compared to the mood he would have had they lost or had Megatron stripped him down infront of the troops again.
Starscream felt the others digits start to run up and down his wing, it had been a long time since he’d allowed anyone other than his trine mates to touch his wings. He could tell the eradicon reached over for his supplies, this was usually something Starscream did alone anymore, grooming for seekers was a social activity , encouraged to do with trines. Trine members that Starscream didn’t currently have in the area.
The other mech dipped the polishing cloth into the canister, special wax made to keep a seekers wings healthy. They were magnets for grime with how much they were in the air. Starscream was surprised that the polish didn’t immediately get globbed onto his wings, making some kind of mess, this drone knew better than he let on. If starscream didn’t know any better he would have thunk at some point he had been a seeker.
It had seemed like the other had almost forgotten what he was doing when Starscreams frame had met with slightly warmer than room temperature polish on the insides of his wings. It was heavenly and he relaxed against the seeker chair he was sitting in, his wings ached in relaxation. Lowering ever so slightly. He hadn’t felt this kind of relaxed in ages.
The other mech continued with his touches, somehow this grooming ritual reserved for only one of the strongest bonds outside of love was both so intement and so casual at the same time. The seeker hummed as the others touches gently brought him to the verge of recharge. The polish was warm with the heat of a frame to apply it. It felt good. It had been a long while since he’d properly been groomed like this.
It had seemed almost too soon that the eradicon had reached the tips of Starscreams wings, the air commander was nothing but a puddle. There were something that just weren’t meant to be done with only a special sponge attached to a stick. This was one of those things. Especially when it came to wing polishing. “are you okay?”
Starscream looked back to the mech behind him. He merely nodded to him as an answer, he was more than okay, he felt great. “Thank you?”
“Allen.”
“Thank you Allen.”
