Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2020 0:40:24 GMT
The seeker had hardly spared much attention towards the other Decepticons the past couple of months lately. Aside from giving reports, research findings, and patrols, he had increasing locked himself in one of the labs he had claimed for the time being. It was quite unbecoming for someone like Starscream.
Even now after all his memories had nearly been erased, he was still very much a social bot.
Lately however, Starscream was less concerned for socializing and more concerned about his work. For most, it was rather out of place even now. The seeker was always involved with something, offering his findings or enthusiasm to show he wasn’t the mech he once was, a sort of redemption road for him. But this was new, strange, as if he had lost all concerns for clearing his name of being who he once was and gradually become recluse. Why though? Because of his encounter with Skywarp now Cyclonus. The encounter had shaken him to his core, infuriated him that one of his top seekers and one of his closest, and only, friends had been brainwashed into Galvatron’s clutches. He hadn’t even reported the encounter due to trying to get to the bottom of things himself.
In fact, Starscream had dove deep into their history, records, anything that could give him clues as he had the readings he got on the Harbringer to match against other possibilities. All he got was only brief similar encounters and bringing up the past of the Age of Wrath. The Quintessons...he had heard about that time, had been a young sparkling of one of the most prestigious Vosian families back then. But were they rearing their ugly heads again? Had they been the ones to change Skywarp before he became a pawn? He was getting more questions than answers. Even when he dragged in paralyzed enemy Vehicons and traitors to Cybertron, none of them showed the same frequency and tampering as his friend. They became so useless he stopped trying, his latest victim offline in chains in a holding cell nearby as Starscream snarled and slammed his fists on the console. “Useless to me.” He scowled at the screen, having gotten nothing new otherwise either that he occasionally sent to Megatron,
“Only you could ever provide me with answers Warp, but how do I get you back to your normal self longer?” He spoke out loud to himself, eyeing the side-by-side readings of Skywarp’s old look and current. “Now it’s like you’re Galvatron’s Soundwave tenfold, so loyal, devoted, but he’d scrap you in a spark beat.” Starscream had been so engrossed in his work, he hadn’t even heard the door to his lab slide open.
Even now after all his memories had nearly been erased, he was still very much a social bot.
Lately however, Starscream was less concerned for socializing and more concerned about his work. For most, it was rather out of place even now. The seeker was always involved with something, offering his findings or enthusiasm to show he wasn’t the mech he once was, a sort of redemption road for him. But this was new, strange, as if he had lost all concerns for clearing his name of being who he once was and gradually become recluse. Why though? Because of his encounter with Skywarp now Cyclonus. The encounter had shaken him to his core, infuriated him that one of his top seekers and one of his closest, and only, friends had been brainwashed into Galvatron’s clutches. He hadn’t even reported the encounter due to trying to get to the bottom of things himself.
In fact, Starscream had dove deep into their history, records, anything that could give him clues as he had the readings he got on the Harbringer to match against other possibilities. All he got was only brief similar encounters and bringing up the past of the Age of Wrath. The Quintessons...he had heard about that time, had been a young sparkling of one of the most prestigious Vosian families back then. But were they rearing their ugly heads again? Had they been the ones to change Skywarp before he became a pawn? He was getting more questions than answers. Even when he dragged in paralyzed enemy Vehicons and traitors to Cybertron, none of them showed the same frequency and tampering as his friend. They became so useless he stopped trying, his latest victim offline in chains in a holding cell nearby as Starscream snarled and slammed his fists on the console. “Useless to me.” He scowled at the screen, having gotten nothing new otherwise either that he occasionally sent to Megatron,
“Only you could ever provide me with answers Warp, but how do I get you back to your normal self longer?” He spoke out loud to himself, eyeing the side-by-side readings of Skywarp’s old look and current. “Now it’s like you’re Galvatron’s Soundwave tenfold, so loyal, devoted, but he’d scrap you in a spark beat.” Starscream had been so engrossed in his work, he hadn’t even heard the door to his lab slide open.