apprentice_lurk | (no subject)

((Pretend that's Scourge in the icon. Icon's not done yet.))

*There's a small whimper from the corner, behind a few boxes* *whispered* You can't do that.

With all due respect, my lord, I can't borrow your cannon to shoot the git myself. I don't have the armour or the power to shoot him down, but I might be able to have him wake up screaming for the rest of his life!

*turns around and tries to find where the voice was coming from* Scourge? You don't need to hide, y'know...

You can't borrow my cannon but you can borrow the flagship, you fool! Or isn't that enough firepower for you? *optics gleam*

*...gapes at him. Literally, jaw dropping*

I'd- *poins weakly to the sky* You'd- *wings twitch* Y'mean you'd let- *optics are huge*

*...squeaks quietly*

*...then gives him a vicious, malicious grin better suited to a Sharkticon* Yes sir!

*grins back, feral and beautiful* Oh yes. You're a Unicronian, aren't you?

*and that only adds to the distinct aura of wibble going on* Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean I automatically get to fly it! *wings flutter*

*hears that, and spins around to look for the source of the voice* *stops short, optics going wide and a look of real horror coming over his face at the sight of a battered, broken, missing-winged double of his second lieutenant staring timidly up at him*

I am Galvatron! I can do anything I please! *the words are pretty much reflexive, but he still sounds like he believes it*

*moves closer, peering at you* And you are... Scourge?

*another whimper, and someone nervously pokes his head up over the top of the boxes. It looks like Scourge. Vaguely, in the way a healthy and happy Doberman resembles a Doberman who has spent his whole life being kicked, starved, and kept on a chain. And he only has one wing* Yes. Sort of.

*stands next to him protectively* That's pretty much what I said, my lord.

This could get confusing...!

Well, since you're here, I suppose you're under my command! *narrows optics a little* Aren't you...?

((I don't know how this Scourge feels about answering to an alt-Galvatron, but unless they had a very different relationship in his continuity I'm guessing he won't mind too much...? Galvatron isn't going to hurt him, just wants to know where everyone stands.))

((Scourge is terrified of pretty much everything that isn't Dreadboots, right now. But once he gets over it, he'll probably cling like glue to him. Quite loyal))

I-I think so. Sir. *The dead is talking to him, and he's afraid to move or blink, lest he disappear.* It's good to see you again, sir.

*smiles at that, reassured that at least this alternate isn't going to make things too difficult*

Fine! Welcome to what seems to be the only half sane continuum around here! *in his usual impulsive fashion, comes forward, kneels, and clasps both of alt-Scourge's hands in his own - his aura washes over Scourge, bright and hot and definitely alive* *his grip is just this side of painfully hard, and again, entirely substantial and real*

*Scourge quietly takes the energon and stores it away, rationing it out of habit. He starts as Galvatron touches him, staring upward in almost worshipful awe, optics wide with shock* Galvatron.

*softly, almost affectionately* Scourge... *draws one hand away, moves it to brush his fingertips down Scourge's faceplate*

*quietly, but with fierce conviction* Wherever you came from - you belong with me now...!

*shivers, bowing his head* I failed you. *not worthy, not worthy of being here at all*