::What do you want, you pathetic little brat. Sending me a comm with your intent to hand over that Key you have?~::
…. No, perhaps he doesn’t. But now he has her number. Better hope the Autobots don’t find out he’s able to call her phone.
It’s a good thing she’s bluffing, otherwise the Autobots might be having a good laugh at the Seeker frantically checking the cave he’s currently using. It’s got Cumulus in it, after all!
He made a rude noise over the comm mixed with some too-high-for-a-human-to-hear choice insults in the Vosnian dialect. ::Then you’d know how absolutely little chance you stand against the likes of me.:: Even if he was sitting in a completely empty room. Hey, Starscream killed Optimus himself and was directly responsible for Prowl’s termination, even if it cost him his original fragment and five stellar cycles of imprisonment with the selfsame mecha.
::Nooooo, but I can see who comes out of the base~:: Hey, that sounded like a pretty good idea. The Autobots mimicked Terran vehicles too well for him to be able to tell the difference, but humans weren’t so lucky.
Sari frowned- there was something…odd…about the sounds coming from the other end of the commlink/phone. It was hard to hear, and impossible to understand- but he was definitely saying something.
Ah, whatever. It was probably just Starscream being a jerk.
«Pfft- I came out fine last time we met. Also, if you haven’t already noticed, Ratchet’s fine. You got played!» Maybe she shouldn’t mention that, but hey- rubbing things in Starscream’s faceplate was impossible to resist.
«…You’re not going to find the base. At all. Ever.» That train of thought was to terrible to contemplate for to long.
If Sari had commented on those sounds, Starscream might have realized that there was something different about that human, as he was working on the assumption that she was human, and humans shouldn’t be able to hear all of the Cybertronian frequencies used.
Fortunately Starscream was not speaking aloud through the comm-link, because his clenched fists smashed down on the surface of the desk he was seated at, crushing some of the datapads and instrumentation laying atop it. ::Hardly fine, given how much Energon he would have had to detonate, and a grounder trying to outdrive a Seeker…: He trailed off, wondering just how closely the medic pulled his feigned termination. Although human fuels and the containment of such were primitive and much given to explosions, condemned wrecks didn’t just combust on their own.
::If only for lack of trying, little girl.:: It was true, Starscream had pretty much given up on attacking the Autobots, having his priorities redirected after other Decepticons landed, and even further redirected upon termination by Megatron. But the little brat… now, having her in his possession would surely provoke a response from the Autofools.