Setting: Transformers - G1
General Thematic: Song Drabbles
Characters: Megatron, Prowl, Jazz, Starscream
Previous Seekers Drabblets: Build You Up, Precious Things, Try, Strangers Like Me, Shut up and Drive



Imogen Heap, Hide & Seek
Megatron | G1

He sometimes stops to stare at the horizon, wondering where it all went wrong. He remembers the days of glory, the years, decades and centuries where he fought for what he believed in, for a better tomorrow for all of his followers. For Cybertron. For all that was right and fair.

What was once a quest, a crusade to set things right has now turned into a petty scrabble for survival, days bleeding into each other until they're as featureless as the dirt of the mudball planet he's stranded upon.

Sometimes, Megatron stops to stare at the horizon and wonder where it all went wrong. Then he turns around and orders the next attack to be launched, the next plan to be set into motion and he rages, against the ashes of his dreams and hopes, unable to let go even as they slip through his fingers into the dying of the light.


Linkin Park, What I've Done
Seekers: Starscream, Jazz, Prowl | G1

The words are still resonating in Starscream's audios as he tilts to the side slowly, trying to run them through is processor in a proper way only it's not working so well. So, they repeating themselves in a funny little loop right up until he crashes into the ravine's façade with an undignified squawk of surprise.

"Well done!" Optimus Prime's voice had been approving and frighteningly, uncomprehendingly warm as he spoke the words. And he'd been congratulating him. Starscream. On... a job well done? He and his trine had only dumped the idiot twins on their former compatriots, then run the Constructicons ragged while not letting them even come close to getting a clear shot on them. And maybe had inadvertently kept Soundwave from nailing that slow moving turtle also known as Ironhide with a particularly devastating new weapon or other Megatron was trying out today.

Still. ...they hadn't done anything spectacular, had they? It was just fighting.

After pausing blankly at that though, Starscream automatically begins the process of prying himself out of his impromptu landing pad, wincing as dust and pebbles rain down on him. He'd not been in his alt mode for the sudden landing, thankfully, which means that as embarrassing as the whole thing is, he'll hopefully manage to extract himself and return to the field of battle without being witnessed. With a little luck. And a lot of thrusters to help out.

The flash and click from above even as he pops out of the ledge absolutely ruin his aspirations for stealthness.

"YOU."

Starscream glares ahead and wishes luck were nearby so he could shoot it. Lots. Instead, Jazz blinks down at him from behind some sort of device (which is NOT the equivalent to a human camera, because if it was Starscream is going to have to SHOOT his erstwhile ally and this would do bad bad things to his trial status with the Autobots) and then smiles endearingly. And tacks on an innocent, "who me?" expression to the smile.

It's a camera. (Off in a corner, luck laughs itself silly while making funny faces at the poor, camera ambushed jet.)

"I hate you," the jet mutters viciously, reaching down to try and pry out pebbles from his plating half-heartedly before simply giving up and setting his thrusters to vibrate enough to shake the whole mess of dirt right off. It's not fair and Jazz knows it. It's not like Starscream can even afford to try and shoot the camera, as it is, never mind the never-ending pest that the saboteur himself is. It's cheating, is what it is, and Starscream would protest about it loudly and vehemently if he didn't already know (from experience) it'd only get him laughed at (more).

A hand pops out over Jazz's shoulder and confiscates the camera, drawing a yelp of protest from the saboteur. A stern look ends any further complaints and with renewed cheer, Jazz scrambles off to head back into battle, pausing only to give the jet a jaunty little salute on his way out. Next time, he's saying. Starscream has no doubt there.

Starscream stares upwards at the departing mech, then at the unexpected savior of his dignity. Prowl stares downward pensively at one of the three newest Autobots - all of whom he is still greatly unsure what exactly to do with.

"Well done," he settles for, echoing Prime's earlier words.

And doesn't laugh, nor take pictures, when the jet's thrusters fail from sheer shock, sending the former Decepticon tumbling down several feet before they kick back in and he transforms, sleek shape hurtling upwards and away towards the sound of battle with a howl of aggravation.

"What is wrong with you people?! You are all so VEXING!" The cry is audible even with the distance Starscream is putting between them, which is impressive to say the least.

Prowl tilts his head to the side, analyzing patterns and speed - and allows himself a small, appreciative smile at the display of skill and ability the red and blue displays while diving back into the fight. After a moment he then heads back in himself, keeping track of everyone's movement on the field, adjusting Bluestreak's targeting vectors slightly to ensure a seemingly suicidal Sunstreaker is adequately covered as he charges into the heart of everything, as usual.

This, he thinks, just might all work out, after all. Someone though, is going to have to teach Starscream to accept a compliment with a bit more composure, really.

Circling high above, Thundercracker hums to himself and stores away the very best of the pictures. One day he'll bring them out and share them with his trine. That day will be a good day, an even better one, for all of them. Even though he knows none of this will be easy or simple, he looks forward to those days, and many more besides.