socrowdedinhere | Entries tagged with character: starscream

Zero: *will lead them down the hall and back to the door... now Darnell will get to see what it looks like from the outside.... a giant hole in the world.*

*Darnell is /gaping/. Honestly...so is Connor some, even though he's seen it once before.*

Amon: *gaping too still, to be honest...* How do you make it do that? My scanners can pick up the interior of your ship, but nothing on the outside.

Zero: It's a cloaking shield. It's... rather complicated to explain actually... actually, I'm not sure how I'd explain it in this language at all...

Connor: It's really impressive.

Zero: *grins* Thank you. *he'll steps back and... then his body will start to shift around and /change shape/... and then a hover craft is sitting before them. A compartment will open. There aren't any proper seats, but they can all fit.* Hop in, I'll give you a ride closer to the nearest town.

Connor: *kind of dances back* Whoa! H-how...how did you /do/ that!?

Darnell: *just...GAPING*

Zero: *what?* Ah... it's a natural ability of my kind?

Connor: To....to just...rearrange your body like that?

Zero: Yes. It's quite natural for Cybertronians such as me, and the three inside. We just have different alternate modes.

Darnell: They're all flight-capable . . . some kind of jet, maybe? Oh and...you're really okay with us just...climbing inside of you?

Zero: That’s right. And... you’re not /really/ climbing /inside/ me...

Stars: *will set Darnell on the table, not far from the androids...*

*Darnell will still ache like he's bean beaten up, but he feels SO MUCH BETTER, and everything works... he's healed...*

Darnell: *well...everything will work in a minute...he tries to breathe and winds up coughing and vomiting up the stuff from his stomach and lungs*

Connor: *at his side in a heartbeat! patting his back and trying to help support him*

TC and Warp: *watching from the back corner*

Amon: Darnell! *concerned, but also right there to also help support him.*

Stars: *watching in a mix of fascination and disgust as Darnell purges.*

Zero: *little grimace. That's unpleasant... but... he /should/ be okay...*

Darnell: *feels like his body is trying to turn itself inside out . . . but finally, it starts to relax and he slumps to lean heavily against Amon*

Connor: *scanning him* Your...your injuries are /gone/! *looks up at the giant robots* What is that fluid?

Stars: *puffs* A new invention of mine.

Zero: *amused grin. His idea, but managed with Stars's help... he's not going to fuss. He loves his Seekers, all of them, for who they are.*

Amon: *kind of hugs Darnell to himself. Just... just /relieved/.*

Connor: *tears finally start to fall as he /hugs/ Darnell* Thank you . . . /thank/ you . . . f-for saving him.

Zero: *smirks* I knew you cared for him.

Amon: *shifts protectively between Connor and Darnell just a bit*

Zero: Easy, Amon, I didn’t say caring was a bad thing.

Stars: *glancing between the three on the table and Zero* Are you implying the humans produced mechanical life forms?

Zero: *shrugs* Seems that way.

*Darnell has been sent out into the countryside for a new case. People have been seeing strange things up in the mountains in Scotland, and so, of course, it’s Darnell and his androids off to investigate. They’ve stopped at a local town that tells them about strange lights and sounds. They head out to investigate. Frankly, it sounds like it’s most likely a bunch of pranksters trying to make people believe there are UFOs up in the area, but hey... stranger has been true before, so they have to at least go see.*

TC: *folds his arms, regarding the creature* Windstorm, find out what you can about this creature's habitat. There /must/ be someplace safe we can relocate it.

Wind: I-wha-bu-...Sir, most people don't even believe they exist! There /is no/ known -or even theoretical!- habitat!

Shadow: *light blue flicker. It's amused. Poor Wind.*

TC: *frustrated* Well, /something/ must be known, or even /guessed/, about these things. And since /he/ can't exactly tell us directly what he needs...

Wind: ...Maybe he can? If we ask the right questions. We know green is "yes", red is "no", and...uh... rainbow is "you fried my processor with that one, try again" so...

Shadow: *there's a soft sound from it, eyes flickering blue...is it laughing?*

TC: ............... *this is /so/ not his area of expertise* Fine. Work with it, then? I have datawork I need to get finished up. *and he'll move off to head for his desk*

Wind: *nods* Okay. *looks at the creature* Okay. So... *and he'll start to ask questions.*

Shadow: *will come trotting over to TC's desk about a half joor later. It'll hop up on his desk and curl up on a corner. It kind of melts into itself so it's just a mass of gently shifting shadowy smoke with purple spots of light watching him*

TC: *engrossed in his work, researching something for another case . . . bit of a flinch as the creature hops up into the corner of his sight* .............can I help you?

Shadow: *red and blue flicker. No, it's content, thanks.*

TC: ............ *nods, then turns* Windstorm?

Wind: *was already stepping into the room* Here, sir. *will come plop in a chair across from TC* So...he basically just needs a source of fuel. He's been slipping into homes at night to pull fuel from sleeping mechs, but would rather someone willing to share, and yeah, it needs to come from some/one/. I couldn't really work out all of why, but something about it being processed or something like that.

TC: Hmn. And if we leave it out and about, one of these days, we'll get another call of some kind of shadow monster in their home when they wake up in the middle of the night. I guess someone's got a new, intelligent pet.

Wind: Mm-hmm...yeah, that's basically the conclusion I came to. *and he can't help but notice that it came in here to TC when they were done talking...*

TC: *he's...noticed that too, but is choosing to ignore it - gestures at the creature* You're into this kind of thing...

Wind: Which is probably why he turned down my offer of a home. *doesn't want to be seen as something to be studied...which he can understand.*

*TC is on duty today, called out to check out an odd disturbance. Silver is with him as backup. The building is abandoned. The owner came by to see what he needed to do to get the place fixed up to open a shop, but got spooked and left, calling the police. Turbo figured squatters and so took the call, sending TC to check it out.*

TC: *enters cautiously, rifles primed and ready*

*He'll hear a skittering sound somewhere off in the room to the right.*

TC: *stiffens, trades a look with Silver . . . and prowls silently farther in to go investigate*

Silver: *nod and will position himself to cover TC.*

*The room is /dark/, TC won't be sure if he sees anything*

TC: Police. Come out slowly with your hands where we can see them.

*No one answers, and if TC looks real hard he may notices the dark glow of two purple optics high in the far left corner.*

TC: *scowls* Who's there? Answer! *even as he says it, keeps one rifle trained while he pulls a flashlight from subspace with the other to shine on whoever it is*

*There no answer, just a soft hiss like steam from a pipe. When TC turns a light towards the corner... most of the shadows vanish, but a ball of shifting shadow doesn't. The purple glow is coming from that ball of shadow. Whelp. Definitely not a Cybertronian. If TC scans the entity he /will/ pick up spark energy, so... the thing is alive, even if it does look like nothing more than shifting black smoke at the moment. And there /is/ substance to it according to his readings, so it's not just some incorporeal shadow...*

TC: ...the frag...? *some kind of camo-screen, maybe - turns his head toward Silver without actually taking his eyes off the...whatever-it-is* Sweep the rest of the place, see if there's anyone here. Or more of...these. Keep in radio contact. *he's staying here to keep this thing covered*

Silver: *nods and moves out.*

Shadow: *shifts a bit, just watching TC...*

Sky: *nods* I...There’s one more thing. I’ve been looking into what is required of me in situations like this, and... you two will need to move in with me. As “my” slaves now you’re required to live under my roof, unless I sell you, which I wouldn’t, ever. Starscream and Skywarp will be welcome to move in too, there is room.

TC: ............. *nodnod* May we continue to put the portion of what we've been making into the mortgage for our current place? Or...a little more to cover Sun's portion. Just to keep it until we know for sure if Sun will ever return to it.

Sky: *nods* Yes, yes, of course.

Zero: *nods* Thank you. We very much appreciate that.

TC: *nods* Thank you, sir.

Sky: We can work over the next few days to get you moved in, and after that you can return to work full time.

TC: *glances at Zero* I'd imagine Starscream and Subzero will continue working at the house. I'm not sure what Zero would want to bring with him, but . . . everything I own is easily carried in subspace. I wouldn't need any measurable time to move.

Zero: *nods* None of us own much. *Zero used to have lots of "things", but since his arrest he's gotten used to having nothing, and since Sun was used to nothing, and the Seekers were used to nothing, they...really don't have much*

TC: *nods - he's never really had much anyway, even when he was free*

Sky: *nods and looks at TC* Do let your wingmates know they’re welcome with you.*

Jumps: *he was shaking, he's nervous, so yes, a distraction. He comes over by TC.* He sounds like a wonderful mech. Mind if I ask how you met? *TC will only manage a sentence or so before he's out. Never even felt the stick of the needle.*

*TC will wake later in the same position he was in before. He might even pick up where his thoughts left off.*

TC: No, I don't mind. My last master - most of my masters - used me…as a…gladia-… *is out . . . falters as he wakes again, sluggish and confused* A-a…gladiator . . . doctor? *looking around, can tell something's off - what happened?*

Jumps: *pats TC's arm.* I'm here. They used you as a gladiator?

TC: Y-yes . . . what happened? Are you finished? *has never been gently knocked out or woken so easily before*

Jumps: *smiles* Yup. All done. Just got to clean up a bit, give the rest of your body time to recover from the procedure, then you can go back to your family.

TC: *nods* Thank you, sir. *just…lays chilling there another moment or so for now*

Jumps: You were telling me how you met Sundance...? *he /wants/ to know Sun as best he can so he can have that connection that drives him to give his best for each patient*

TC: Mn? Oh, ah . . . I was a gladiator when my master took me to an illegal, underground event one night. My last…"match", if you could call it that, was to toy with a minibot they threw in the ring with me. There was someone who wanted him to be taught a lesson. I did as little as I could get away with . . . wasn't until after that, as I was carrying him back to the waiting room that I learned who he was. My wingmate Skywarp had been purchased and freed recently by the same minibot. Warp hadn't even realized he was missing yet. And the mech who'd botnapped him hadn't known that Warp was free, that technically Sun /couldn't/ put him back in the arenas, at least not unless Warp chose to himself. Skywarp was a champion gladiator like I was. So was Starscream. Anyway, I delayed my master and the other fragger as best I could while Skywarp got the cops there to arrest them and free Sun. Eh . . . Master Sundance. With my master facing charges, I was up for grabs, and Master Sundance took me in, both to help /me/ and to let me be reunited with my wingmate.

Jumps: It's rare to find one who cares so much. I'm glad you found him. I swear I'll do all I can to help you keep him. *offers TC a hand to help him sit up*

TC: *nods* Especially for a slave, and a gladiator who just spent several joors tormenting him. Mn, thank you, sir. *accepting the hand up* He said, though, that he could tell I was doing less than I could, that I didn't really want to hurt him. Still… *shakes his head - he'll never be over that*

Jumps: Sounds like the understanding sort. Come on. It's time I give him his next treatment.

TC: *nods, very ready to follow and return to his family*

Jumps: *will bring TC back and head in to see to Sun*

Zero: *shifts to TC and gives his shoulder a light squeeze*

TC: *moves over to join his trine, softly* Medic Jumpstart has suggested that we talk to him, give him something to fight for, voices to anchor to.

Warp: *nods* That...k-kinda makes sense, I guess. */huffs/* Can't they just flush his systems or somethin'? Replace whatever's damaged? *frustrated...and scared*

Stars: I'm sure if they could, Skywarp, they would have already.

Warp: *huffs again* There's gotta be /somethin'/. *looks at Sun* H-hey, you, ah . . . you remember how we met? In the market. You were . . . lookin' for a bodyguard. */curls/ in on himself* I-I was so scared. I /needed/ you ta buy me. Ya just /had/ to. A-an' . . . ya did. You saved me. Twice. Y-you . . . ya let me go. When no one else would. Ya saved me a-an' . . . an' I keep failin' ya . . . I-I'm sorry... *three times - when that fragger botnapped him, though it turned out okay because they got TC...and when Sonic "botnapped" him, except it /did/ mean they were able to help a /lot/ of mechs . . . b-but now . . . there's not gonna be a good outcome this time, is there?*

Stars: ....You know he'd say you didn't fail him. You're always so soft, Sundance, but I guess that's what brought us all together.

TC: You were determined to unite our trine once and for all. As soon as you heard of us, me and Starscream. *shakes his head* I still can't believe that you /knew/ I was doing as little as I could in the arena. You were . . . /so/ adamant that the police not hurt me...regardless of what I'd done to you. You knew I hadn't wanted to. *shakes his head...*

Stars: You gave me my freedom without a second thought. You didn't even officially own me yet and you were already thinking of freeing me. ...you really are an amazing mech...

*Zero comes back shortly, and will just keep them talking. Even if just to each other, talking about memories shared and gained with Sun. About a quarter joor later Skyrunner is shown in.*

Sky: *steps up by everyone...* I’m so sorry... if anyone can beat this, it’ll be Sundance.

*They'll head in and down to join the others. TC's squad (even Zip by now, she finished the datawork before Evac finish Sonic), and Twin with his squad, Stars, and Zero are scattered about the room working on or just being with various people. Sonic stops at the sight and covers his mouth, fighting to not break down sobbing again*

TC: .......... *gives his shoulder a squeeze, then will move out to find a place to insert himself to help*

Warp: *is there too, with some of the supplies of suppressants that he bought*

Sun: I’m going to go say hi to everyone *and he’ll slip away. After greeting everyone...he can’t help but go to his brother, HUGGING Warp.*

Sonic: *i-it’ll take a moment for him to get his legs moving to go down to to see everyone*

Sun: *reaches for TC, imploring* Please. One of us needs to go with you. Please let me come with you. And then I'll go to the hospital, promise.

TC: *pulls back* You don't even recognize me! What did that fragger /do/ to you!? *drops to a knee, gripping Sun by both shoulders* You're like /trine/, Sundance! You're /family/. You're my little brother. *reaches up and /pulls/ off the holoclip, exposing his collar* You're also my /master/, my beloved master. Is /none/ of this sounding even remotely familiar? *searching his optics - /please/ let this snap him out of it!* We've been looking for you for /days/, Sun. Why didn't you make any attempt to contact us? To let us know you're okay, that you're /alive/?

Sun: *gazes at TC, taking all that in. Voice is soft.* I... I'm sorry. When I first woke up I had thought to see if anyone might be looking for me, but then I got...distracted. Please. You'll understand when you see, but you can't go alone...

TC: .......... *stands, looking between him and Sonic, voice low and /edged/* One of you is telling me /right now/ what it is you say I need to see and why an armed police officer cannot go alone. *there's an "or consequences" in that but he...can't bring himself to say it*

Sun: */stiffens/, that look of cold determination back, just like that day he roasted that bully for beating TC* Because you'll scare them and they /won't/ understand what's going on.

TC: ...............them who? *voice measured and even...deliberately so - he wants nothing more than to just /scoop/ Sun up and take him to the nearest hospital and get him properly seen to, and get him /back/!...but he also knows Sun, if this is still his core personality unchanged, just with memories blocked, then this really is something he needs to look into...he /trusts/ Sun, knows how much he cares about others...*

Sun: *he looks away to /scowl/ so TC won't think Sun is mad at him.* People others have thrown away as trash. *looks back at TC* They need help and everyone Sonicwing has tried to go to in the past for help has refused, so he does what he can, alone. He's given up on anyone else caring. He's a /good/ mech, and has given /so much/ for people that would have been left to die and rot because their creators were too stupid to do things right. *he is /this/ close to leaving. If he’s reading this right he’s not under arrest, and so unless they arrest him, and he doesn’t think they have charges to arrest him on, he’ll leave so he can see to Sonic’s family before going back to town to see what he can do to help Sonic...but it’s been long enough that /someone/ needs to get back...Hell...this officer just said Sun is his master. He’ll...h-he’ll use that if he has to, but doesn’t want to.*

Sonic: *peeking around at everyone, looking terrified...he's not sure what scares him more, that they'll believe and actually go there or that they won't believe and will take him away. H-he's just scared that either way his family is going to end up hurt*

TC: .................. *looking between the two, look softening as his stance relaxes . . . finally nods, tone low* Silverwing, Windstorm, take Sonicwing back to the precinct. *look and tone harden for a moment* I'm still going to want to know why you didn't take a /not/-thrown-out-as-trash mech to a hospital. *continues, going back to neutral* Zipline, with me. *to Sun* Let's go meet these abandoned sparks.

Sonic: *frightened trill*

TC: *has put the holoclip back on his collar*

Sun: *reaches out towards the other officers* Please don't hurt him! And if you fly, please catch him when you land, he doesn’t land very well.

Silver: *exchanges a quick glance with Wind at the landing part, but then looks back at Sun, gentle as he shifts his hold on Sonic* We’ll not hurt him or let him be hurt, not without being given good reason.

Wind: *nods his agreement*

Sun: ...*nods and turns to look up at TC...and then takes a stance to be carried* It’s easiest to get there by flight. *actually, he was worried about how long it would have taken him to /climb/ up had he left on his own...*

((Squad: TC over Windstorm, Silverwing, Zipline. Twinblade over Firebomb, Ripcord, and Fallout (also a slave)))

*It doesn’t take long for Stars’ file to go through for him to be officially Sun’s...and that same hour he’s filing to have Stars freed. Since then a few of Zero’s projects have finally gotten patented and money is coming in. He’s also started teaching Stars science, because the Seeker has shown an interest in Zero’s projects. Warp left the office to meet with a client and when he’s done he heads home...and Sun’s not back yet. He probably stayed late to finish something. But after a while longer, when Sun still doesn’t show up...and he’s not answering pings...*

Stars: *hesitates, only because he doesn't /want/ to kneel, but...will go to a knee before his Mistress.* ...Mistress, in order to fly as you've commanded I will need to have the restrictions to my thrusters and alt turned off.

Crim: *nods and will do so*

Stars: *STIFF....and finally relaxes, wings flicking as he pushes back to his feet* Thank you, Mistress. *he hesitates a moment, his wingmates will know she just pinged him...and then he'll turn and SHOOT into the sky*

*TC and Warp follow /instantly/, Warp with a triumphant WHOOP! as he flips into alt, the three Seekers /screaming/ off into the heavens!*

Stars: *HIS SPARK SOARS!! Primus, it feels so wonderful to be /in the sky/ with him /trine/!!*

*His JOY and TRIUMPH are taken in and echoed back to him three fold and more, TC and Warp streaking along just off his wingtips where they belong. Warp and even TC will poke at him to play with them, if he doesn't first - dipping, looping, climbing, breaking off, zipping back together and past and swinging around to rejoin again*

Stars: *it won't take long for him to /play/! And oh the show they'll put on just having fun together!!*

*Someone who didn't know better might swear that what they're seeing must have been carefully choreographed, that the perfect precision and dangerous stunts couldn't just be on-the-fly maneuvers . . . but such is the power and skill of a Seeker, especially a full trine of high-caliber Seekers, sparks /soaring/ with the glory of the flight! And TC and Warp know that they can fly any time, so this is also a matter of giving their trine leader the best possible memories to hold fast to until he's allowed to fly again.*

*They...will be running on fumes and will have to land...Crim never pings Stars so they’ll land when their bodies just won’t let them stay in the sky.*

Crim: *little grin* You were beautiful to watch.

Sun: *BEAMING* Oh! You were, you really were!

*Zero, Sky, and Laser are all smiling and nodding*

Laser: And what last fights were those?

TC: *describes his master coming to him almost gleeful over what he had planned, and goes on to explain the illegal ring and his and others' fights...including the one that brought him and Sun together for the first time*

Sky: *frowning* That's terrible.

Zero: With the match being in the day, it's not likely an illegal one, though it's very possibly a deadly one.

TC: Doesn't have to be illegal to be deadly. Starscream's been nearly killed multiple times for various reasons, as have Warp and I.

Warp: */scowling/* The closer or more impossible the match, the worse the odds for one side an' the better the winnings if that side wins anyway. An' either way, the match is excitin' for the crowds.

Zero: I guess we'll just have to see how things go...

Warp: ...........yeah...

TC: //We'll be there, Starscream. You be careful tomorrow.//

Stars: //I'm always careful.// *but no, really, his master's excitement has him on edge too, so...yeah.*

TC: //We'll be there.// *via bond and, for once, physically...close even if not participating*

Stars: //Looking forward to seeing you both.// *and their little brother. He may not know Sun, but for all he’s done for his wingmates, he’ll do all he can to keep the mini safe and happy.*

TC: *nods* Thank you. // Inspector Turboslide? This is Thundercracker, property of Saber.//

Turbo: //Thundercracker.// *a simple acknowledgement.* //Something wrong?//

TC: //Yes, sir. Well . . . I-I don't know. I have my mistress's permission to speak to you. I'm sorry to bother you, but . . . I'm hoping you can help me. Us. My trine. Skywarp and I just lost contact with our trine leader. His name is Starscream. He's a champion gladiator. His master's name is ((NAME)). We were…wondering if you …would be willing to check on him. I know you couldn't really do anything for him, but . . . will you find out for us if he's alive? Maybe the medic working on him just severed his bond with us.// *he's calm, but the TENSION in his tone is clear*

Turbo: *this is the kind of thing he really shouldn't be doing, but....* //Where was his last known location?//

TC: *all he's asking is for the officer to look and tell them what's become of their trine brother* //At the arena, in the medbay. He was injured, though not at all fatally. A medic was working on him.//

Turbo: *it's still not police business.* //I'll see what I can find out.//

TC: //Thank you, sir.// *HEARTFELT . . . relays to Warp and Saber about the convo*

Saber: *nodding* We can go there, if you wish.

TC: Yes, please. Thank you. *if she doesn't lead the way herself, he'll turn to head outside, Warp following behind her*

Saber: *will lead them out, taking proper stance outside so TC can pick her up to fly where they need to go.*

TC: *secures her in his arms, and they take off*

*They’ll reach the arena and Saber will lead the to the medical rooms. A medic sees them and approaches*

Saber: Has another Seeker been through here recently?

Medic: ...Yes, ma’am.

Saber: Where is he?

Medic: He’s not here anymore.

Saber: *will settle back and try to sleep some more....but only ends up in nightmares.*

TC: *carefully snuggles her close, droning soft harmonics to try to help soothe the nightmares away, though also ready to /back/ off if she should wake poorly*

Saber: *will wake a few times, often with her hand to her chest and the other up as though to... stop a shot? She's often left with fans heaving and trembling from the nightmare*

TC: *just…soothes and reassures her as best he can*

Warp: *hasn't moved from his vigil at the door*

*The only interruptions are a quick ping early yet in the day from the officer that the household is well and medics checking in now and then.*

Saber: *wakes from a nightmare, left shuddering and fans whining.* ....I would like fuel, and then I want to go home.

TC: *nods, looks at Warp*

Warp: I'll go get a medic an' fuel. *slips out*

Saber: *just tucks into TC. She's strong enough to fuel herself when Warp comes back with fuel, though she'll still need help walking out (and yes, medic has released her).* Fly me home?

TC: Of course. *they'll head out, both Seekers close on either side, for her to lean on or just to protect her, then TC will gather her in his arms and they'll take off*

Saber: *leans more than she likes, and... is just about limp in TC’s arms while he flies. If he can carry her differently, like arms behind her shoulders and knees, she’s appreciate it, but he’d have to think to do so, because she won’t think to ask or speak up.*

Officer: *will be there early the next morning* Thundercracker. *a soft greeting so as not to wake the other two*

TC: *winds up taking watch the rest of the evening, Warp dozing by the door - looks up* Sir. *nods in greeting*

Warp: *stirs, reassured by TC as he wakes so he doesn't attack the officer as an intruder*

Officer: *mindful of putting some distance between himself and Warp, and softly saying the Seeker's name just to let the former slave know he's there.* *he nods at Saber in TC's arms* How is she?

TC: ...........weak...violated...angry...

Officer: Skywarp pinged me last night that she woke up, has she since?

TC: *nods* Yes, sir. She did once since. She took some fuel and seemed more lucid. Should I wake her for you?

Warp: *has sat up and is alert now*

Officer: *shakes his head* No, let her rest. What's important is that she recovers. I came to check on her and to let you know that her attacker has been arrested and will stand trial.

TC: Good. Was it Warp's old master or one of his cronies?

Officer: His former master. He was angry that she meddled and got Skywarp freed. *he looks at Warp* I want to personally apologize that you /were/ enslaved so long past your sentence. It shouldn't have happened.

Warp: .......... *gaze drops* Nobody cares about slaves. 'Specially convicts. Police never cared an' never listened, just beat us if we tried ta speak. An' masters aren't about ta give up their money-makin' prizes.

TC: To be quite frank, sir, you and the officer who came for Skywarp the day before yesterday are the first police mechs who care that either of us have met . . . essentially ever. Police are not kind to slaves, no matter where we go.

Officer: *nods* While I'm not surprised to hear that, I am sorry to hear that. I know we're not many, but we, me and those in my squad, are trying to change that.

*Both wounded Seekers study him...and nod...*

Officer: *will return the nod* I assume Twinblade and Sunbeam returned home? You've not had any word of trouble there, correct?

TC: Yes, sir, they went home and no, we've not heard of any trouble there. They knew to call us if there were.

Warp: .....if they could. *worried for them now*

Officer: *hears that concern* I can go by to check if you'd like. *to both of them, really*

TC: That would be appreciated, yes, sir.

Officer: *nods* Ping me when she’s released. *believes she will be.../wants/ her to live, for the sakes of those she owns...* Of if you need any assistance. I’ll let you know if there’s any trouble or not at the house.

TC: You should get a good wash and shine before then, so you can be at your best.

Warp: */grins/* With real polish, even, ya think?

Saber: Absolutely. Thundercracker, show him to the washroom, please. And you can give yourself the same treatment.

TC: *small bow* Thank you, Mistress. C'mon. *will get their cubes cleaned up, then take Warp to get a good cleaning-up*

Warp: *practically /bouncing/ along behind him*

Saber: Soak a while, Thundercracker. I'm sure your wingmate will enjoy that. *calling after as they move to leave the room.*

*TC acknowledges over a gleeful trill from his wingmate. They'll get washed off, helping scrub each other, then will sink into a warm bath, Warp all but /melting/.*

Stars: *jealous...and enjoying as much as he can from them.*

*Yeah, they're both definitely wide open to him, sharing and having him "there" with them as much as possible. After they've both had a relatively decent time in the bath, they'll get out, dry off, and get each other polished up, then go look for Mistress again.*

Saber: *looks up from what she’s doing and gives them a little smile* You both look nice. Are you ready to go?

*They'll fuel and fly, drawing Stars with them as much as possible, and just . . . spend time /being/ - being in the air where they belong, being together, being painfree, being whatever else they can find to be. Come a little before berth time, they'll be back and looking for Saber.*

Saber: *is in her room when they arrive* Did you enjoy your flight?

TC: Yes, Mistress. Thank you.

Warp: *at the same time* Yeah! *flinches when TC's words register* I-I mean, yes, Mistress. Thanks.

Saber: *gentle* Your first response was appropriate, Skywarp; I'm not your mistress. You do have a choice to make, though. You are my guest tonight. Thundercracker recharges with me. You are not required to do the same, though you are welcome to. If you would rather not, I have a room prepared for you.

Warp: You'd…let me stay in here? *doesn't want to be alone, Seekers aren't meant to be alone, plus she's been nice enough to both him and TC and it'd mean getting to stay with TC* I'd like that…

Saber: If you wish to, yes. *when he says he would, she nods and motions at the berth.* Then you two get comfortable. *and then she'll get herself settled*

*The two will settle so they're in contact with one another while allowing room for her.*

Saber: *will position herself so she’s tucked in with them. She’s not trying to separate them at all, just cuddle in close.*

Saber: *tone gentle as she very lightly curls her fingers around his hand.* I'm not your mistress. My name is Saber. *looks at the officer* His collar?

Officer: *had been doing something with a small device. He nods and steps to Warp....and removes his collar.* Good luck out there, Skywarp.

Warp: ………M-Miss Saber… *fans /hitch/ and he /braces/, hand /closing/ on Saber's (/painfully/, likely…he's a strong and momentarily /scared/ mech) as the officer comes at him reaching for his collar, /flinches/ with a trill at the click and shudders as the collar is peeled from his throat . . . i-it actually takes him an instant to really register what's happened, and then his optics snap back on with another /trill/ as both hands dart up to his neck, feeling for the collar…feeling the bare metal of his own throat . . . legs go weak and he sinks to his knees with a staticky warble*

TC: *just . . . just there for him*

Stars: *nearly loses the match he's in. He /snarls/ as he ends the match, turning to Warp* //Skywarp?!// *CONCERN!!*

Saber: *will just....gently wrap her arms around him*

Warp: //S-sorry, Stars . . . s-sorry . . . // *too overwhelmed to react properly to nearly making Stars lose the match or that he didn't warn him…or even to tease him with "Screamer" . . . j-just /curls/ up, leaning into Saber when she embraces him, /sobbing/* I-I'm free . . . I-I'm f-free! I-it can't be. Th-they were never gonna l-let me go!

Saber: ....You just needed someone willing to speak for you. You're free now.

Stars: *what? Is he really getting what he thinks from Warp?* //Thundercracker? What's going on?//

Warp: *clings to her, sobbing, one hand locked at his bare throat*

TC: *explains, including why he's not indicated anything sooner (didn't know /if/ let alone when it'd happen, didn't want Warp hurt)*

Stars: *disbelief... a touch of jealousy... and he's /glad/ for his third if it's true.*

Saber: *will just comfort him until he starts to calm*

Warp: *takes close to a half-breem, but he finally does, shifting back from her to curl further* S-sorry, Mistress . . . I-I'm sorry . . . *for…being a burden, for delaying her here, for…he's not sure*

Saber: *kind of stroking his helm* You have nothing to apologize for. If you’re ready, we’ll go home.

Saber: *did tell him to take his time. So she's waiting when he's done.* I want you to find a job within my household tomorrow. I do not care what job so long as you find one.

TC: *still, "knows better" than to take "too long" so he's done quickly and rejoins her shortly . . . small frown of confusion* In addition to the arena fighting? *not arguing, just clarifying, had figured /that/ would be his place in the household*

Saber: The arenas, as today, won't be a daily occurrence. I don't want you spending all day staring off into space. You need to take a couple joors each day and do something productive. Perhaps help in the gardens, so you're outside. Doesn't matter, just something.

TC: ………….. *bows*

Saber: *glances at him* Do you have an argument against this? I would hear it if you do.

TC: No, Mistress. *it's just not something he's used to, and it means interacting more with others in the household…which could be a good or really bad thing, but that's not something to bring to one's master without concrete reason (and even /with/, sometimes)*

Saber: *nods* Have you flown today? *guessing not, but....*

TC: …no, Mistress. *should he have?*

Saber: Then take a joor and fly. You'll do so any day you are not otherwise occupied with me at the arena.

TC: *studies her a moment - no, really, is all this for real? Where's the trap?*

Saber: *looks at him* ...You are a flier, Thundercracker. Even more so, you are a Seeker. I am not going to deny you the skies.

TC: ……………….you'd be the first.

Saber: That doesn't surprise me. I treat my slaves with a measure of respect, Thundercracker. I don't want fear from my slaves, I want respect. To get respect, I must first be willing to give it. *she looks up from what she's working on to look at him again* Wouldn't you agree?

TC: *soft snort* What I think or agree with is of no consequence. *like leaving him the frag alone at night…her "respect" only goes so far, it seems . . . but he bows* I will return inside of a joor, Mistress. *if not stopped, he'll turn to leave*

Saber: *she said a measure of respect. She is still mistress and they her slaves. She won't stop him from leaving to fly*

TC: *goes flying, but…there's little joy in it, there's too much on his mind, uncertainty and distrust and…but at least if he's to be left alone most days, he'll be able to keep himself awake through the nights and catch up in the morning after Mistress leaves, that knowledge helps. When he returns from his flight, he’ll return to his Mistress.*

Saber: *still seems really busy. She glances up at TC* You do not have to sit here with me. There is a small library down stairs if you wish to read, or you know where the holo is. Or go socialize if you wish. There’s no need for you to just sit there while I work, though.

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