sorrowfullifeform - (previous)
Having finished moving all of his laboratory equipment, scavenged from the crashed ruin of their flagship, Starscream glanced around the modified setup. It seemed functional enough - a partitioned area with lab table and
almost all of the medical gear, a wide array of monitors for evaluating results and modeling possible iterations, and a separated set of rooms that Starscream felt was necessary for any of his bases. If he’d have to stay for a prolonged time, then he slagging well wanted full monitoring functionality as well as a place to crash. The fact that BlackArachnia may also need similar living quarters was not an afterthought, but a concession he knew he’d have to make.
"Do you have enough Energon for your research or must I provide you with more?" Otherwise he would begin transporting the items he deemed too sensitive for bulk transit. Silly femme, Starscream is immortal and has no need for such fuel as you would consume.
Considering he’s, technically, already dead, he might be right. Besides, loathe as she is to admit it, those pieces of data would more useful than any theoretical knowledge she has acquired so far.
Once again, he had the upper hand.
"Indeed," she said. "Send me everything you’ve got and I might be able to do something for you.”
She had no idea how to create a spark from zero, but try to figure it out sounded beyond interesting (not to mention useful). It wasn’t like she was putting her trust or her life on his hands as well. So, there is no big risk in agreeing.
"Prepare an appropriate facility for storage, research, and testing. I will gather up what data I can before searching for materials," he commanded before letting himself out of her base.
Even though a lower rank is testing on a higher doesn’t mean the superior is no longer allowed to give orders, after all.
Apparently he /could/. Maybe he was learning something from all those lessons with his template? Venting a sigh of relief, the clone simply nods in agreement about keeping Thrust’s body safe.
"I wouldn’t let something so valuable get stolen or ruined."
He added, eager to please. Especially as the one thing Starscream was looking for was actually right under his metaphorical nose. Now just to hope Thrust didn’t decide to wake up and ruin everything.
Dirge had best be careful, for more might rub off on the greedy clone than he directly seeks to learn from his template. The sigh didn’t go unnoticed, but since it happened after The Stare vanished, Starscream once again makes a[n incorrect] logical assumption.
”’Valuable' because it's your brother, because it was AllSparked, or simply because it's another empty shell?” Starscream emphasized, remembering the other two Seeker-clone frames kept somewhere in Dirge’s hoard.
Hmm, now that was strange. When had Dirge ever been eager to give pleasure to another mecha when he himself wasn’t… Something was suspicious; that didn’t sound like it could be brushed off as Dirge’s anticipation for physical contact. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”